I transmigrated into the villainess’s… apple.
That’s right, the Poison Apple from Snow White’s stepmother.
On the very first day after transmigrating, I cried because I was so ugly.
Damn it, half red and half green.
Maybe because I was crying too loudly, the Magic Mirror next door cautiously poked me.
“Um… actually, I think you’re the most… special… apple in this world.”
I paused, then glanced at his slightly reddened mirror surface.
“…Thanks, Comfort Hero.”