Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

My name is Sparther, and my name is Miss Donna, although the master doesn't like it.

He believed that a puppet should not have a name.

The master said that when the puppet had a name, it had a self, and the puppet should not have a self.

Oh, by the way, the owner's name is Christabel Lansford Ethan, Brooke Hamilton Roger, and I usually call him Master Roger, and Miss Donna is his daughter.

Master Roger is a businessman who specializes in the production and sales of puppets and is himself a great puppet inventor.

Yes, puppet inventors, not archaeologists.

Someone called him by the name of the great puppet archeologist, but he refused angrily. He said that the artist explored knowledge, pursuing the mysteries of the end of the world, valuing knowledge and lightening money, and the businessman was different, and the businessman was pursuing money itself, and knowledge was only used to serve to grab money. Calling him an archaeologist would be an insult to his businessman's identity if he gave up money. Because of him, the great Lord Christabel Lansford Ethanbrook Hamilton Roger, was targeted to become the greatest businessman of the Oslo Empire.

So Lord Roger was first a businessman, then an archaeologist, and the latter was just a tool for him to realize his great ideals.

Lord Roger's great ideals caused him a lot of trouble, and many of the archaeologists did not like him. But Lord Roger's puppets are excellent and the archaeologists have to buy them.

My birth originated in a business, but was determined by an accident and the kindness of Miss Donna.

Lord Roger was already the finest puppet merchant in the City of Eternity at that time, and as a result he gained countless fortunes. One day, a client commissioned him to create a group of combatant escort puppets. The puppet production was demanding and Lord Roger had to make it at all costs. Just as he was making the last of these escort puppets, a sudden disaster broke out in the puppet making factory. A Phage demon, coming out of nowhere, went to the master's workshop and wrecked it.

Although the Phantom was eventually eliminated, the master's workshop suffered enormous losses. Fifty puppets damaged twelve, causing the owner tremendous heartache. It was at that time that the demon who had broken down rushed into my body, and to destroy it, I was blown to pieces.

I was supposed to throw it in the dumpster at that time, and Miss Donna gave me a new life. At that time, Miss Donna was learning puppet making techniques, and after seeing me, she thought it was an opportunity for her to practice, so she picked me up from the dumpster and started reassembling me. Lord Roger laughed sarcastically and thought Miss Donna was doing nothing. Yes, he was always so scrupulous, even with his own daughter. But Miss Donna did, and she gave me a second life. So Lord Roger was happy to take me away, and he thought it would make up for his loss a little bit.

The moment Master Roger took me away, I could feel Miss Donna's sadness.

Yes, all I know is not what Miss Donna or Master Roger told me afterwards, but what I saw. Although I didn't know what that meant at the time, I wrote it all down, even when I was just a pile of pieces.

It's a memory, not a record.

From the moment that Phantom entered my body, I felt that my life seemed to have something new.

Though I don't know what it was until a long time later.

Shortly after I was taken away by Master Roger, he sold me to the client who had booked the puppet and, after a few moments, fell into the hands of an orchestra named Inigo as his escort.

Inigo is an explorer who loves to look everywhere for treasure. He took me everywhere looking for opportunities, and I was the guard of Inigo Adventure Road.

So I've been to a lot of places, a desert with infinite hurricanes, a sea of waves, and a cold place where steel can be frozen into brittle skins. I've damaged it twice, but it's all fixed up again. One day, on the orders of my master, I went to a stormy place to investigate the source of the storm. When I arrived, I discovered that it was a snow demon fighting a monster storm demon spirits stronger than it was to protect its own children.

Snow Demon eventually failed to win the Storm Demon Spirit, but its counterattack caused damage to the Storm Demon Spirit, forcing it back.

My owner, who had been lurking around earlier, saw all this, and he was glad to order me to kill the severely wounded Snow Demon immediately and take away its children, saying that it could sell a lot of money. But when I showed up in front of that snow demon, I saw the way it prayed. I can feel it not praying for itself, but for its children.

I resisted.

I don't know why, as a puppet, I should have faithfully executed my master's orders, but then suddenly I chose to resist.

I didn't kill it, I just left.

The master was angry.

Thus, I was returned to Lord Roger on the grounds that "the core control system was damaged and the master's command could not be received at a critical time”.

Yes, I was returned as a relic to Lord Roger.

Lord Roger opened my head and repaired it and sold me back.

This time I fell into the hands of a big slaver named Eisen. Master Eisen has over 30,000 slaves, including people, thugs, seamen, feathers, craftsmen, golds, rocks, moons, etc., and all he has to do is manage these slaves separately, teach them to work, and sell them to different Orcs.

Three months later, I was returned again because my core control system was again out of control, freed 1,200 people without permission and led to the escape of a man named Gu Shuangshan, who was later said to have led the rebellion in Dead Mountain and become the leader of the People's Resistance Army.

As a result, I was sold by Lord Roger four times and returned four times. Each time, the core system goes out of control and acts against the owner.

After his fourth return, Lord Roger lost all confidence in me.

He scolded me angrily, thinking I could no longer be repaired, and decided to dismantle me.

Miss Donna shows up again, she's leaving me. Until now, I remember what she said, and she said, "I don't care if it defies the master, I like it, it's my first work, and I like what it does. I think it did the right thing. ”

So I went back to Miss Donna again.

That was my happiest time.

I think that kind of emotion should be called fun.

I spent four years with Miss Donna.

Good four years.

I did not disobey my master's command on one occasion.

Miss Donna is a kind Orchid who is always so kind and willing to take care of others. When she sees something sad happening, she weeps.

I also feel sad when Miss Donna weeps.

If that emotion is sad.

I hope Miss Donna is happy, but most of the time Miss Donna is unhappy.

She used to cry alone in dark corners, sometimes holding me and saying what was in her heart.

She was sad because she was always ignored, and she was always ignored because she wasn't beautiful enough.

Yes, not beautiful enough, and until now I don't know what beauty is.

I couldn't understand the word, I was an unsound consciousness, which I realized later, which made it difficult for me to understand the thoughts of intellectuals.

Miss Donna tells me that beauty is a beautiful word and that having a beautiful intellectual clan can be appreciated and liked by your peers.

I think Miss Donna is beautiful because I like her.

But Miss Donna never cared what I liked.

She likes Major.

It's a young Orchid, with a long body, very white skin. He always speaks softly and with distinctive “elegance”, yes, that's what Miss Donna said about him.

She almost ran out of the best words she knew to describe Major, but Major didn't seem to like Miss Donna, and he always ignored Miss Donna, which disappointed Miss Donna.

So far I remember Miss Donna returning home alone after that college party.

She sat in the corner and cried very sadly.

She held me and told me about her sadness. It was only then that I learned that Miss Donna had dressed herself so beautifully that she wanted to invite Major to dance with her, but he refused.

In front of all her classmates, laughing at her, sarcastically delusional.

It hurt Miss Donna deeply.

She held me for a long time, and although I was not a record puppet, I remember everything Miss Donna said.

She drank a lot that night and fell asleep.

I just kept looking at her.

Until dawn.

For a long time since then, Miss Donna has been so melancholy that I can no longer see a smile on her face.

This lasted almost a year, until one day I saw Miss Donna's face suddenly smiling.

Long disobeyed smile.

She hummed a happy song, paced lightly and smiled with sunshine on her face.

I haven't seen her smile like that in a long time. From the moment I saw her smile, I knew something must have happened.

I soon found out the answer, Miss Donna never kept anything from me.

Miss Donna is in love.

Yes, she's in love.

The lover is Major, the man who brought her humiliation and pain.

He suddenly accepted her and made her life full of sunshine.

I was happy to see Miss Donna, and I was happy for her, although strangely I would feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, as long as Miss Donna was happy, I was happy.

But I didn't think it was the source of all the nightmares.

She's in love with a demon!