Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Major is a poor Orc.

At least he thinks so himself, even though the Orcs are built on them, and even the poorest Orcs have slaves and live the lives of their slave owners, Major is not content.

He wants more.

His family could not sustain his ambition to become an archaeologist, for which he put his ideas on the good Miss Donna.

Ever since he was with Miss Donna, he has been soliciting material assistance from Miss Donna to support his research.

Miss Donna satisfied him over and over again for love, but only in exchange for greed.

His appetite grew and Miss Donna was becoming more and more unable to satisfy him.

So she traded it for bad treatment.

Initially it was just verbal abuse, followed by beatings.

When I first saw the wound on Miss Donna's face, Miss Donna told me it was caused by the fall.

And then I saw her fall more and more.

Whenever Miss Donna is unable to satisfy his request, he beats her.

I'd love to help Miss Donna, but I'm just a puppet. I can't do it without the master's orders. I may be the only puppet who knows how to disobey orders, but I will not disobey Miss Donna's orders.

So I could only watch things go on in silence, and Major doesn't care anymore, and he would even hit her directly in Miss Donna's cabin.

In front of me.

Miss Donna's father, Lord Roger, never even found this.

He only cares about his business, not his daughter.

Miss Donna had to succumb to Major over and over again, and she didn't have that much money to steal from her father for him.

Finally, one day, her stealing was discovered by her father.

Her father kicked her ass and locked her in the house.

Major came that day.

Again, not getting the money made Major very unhappy. He shouted at Miss Donna and said that he had lost countless reputations and opportunities with her, an ugly woman, for the sake of her art research, and that she couldn't even help a little bit. What a useless woman.

He started hitting hard again.

She pleaded desperately, but it didn't work.

She was beaten up all over her body, maybe she couldn't bear it, she called me out loud.

She said, "Sparther, help me, stop him! ”

Heavenly witness, I've been waiting for this moment.

I rushed over, grabbed him with my arm, and beat him hard. As an escort puppet, my strength is not something that a trainee archeologist can resist.

Despite his efforts against me, I broke his shield with only two punches and knocked him down with a third punch.

Then I lit up my guard sword.

Yes, then all I wanted to do was kill him!

I swear, that's what I think, if the puppet's oath makes sense.

But Miss Donna realized something was wrong, and she shouted, "Stop, don't kill him. ”

I heard that.

I don't want to listen.

But I didn't want to disobey Miss Donna's orders, so I chose to slow myself down a little.

I stabbed the sword in his throat before the instruction worked on me.

Then stop.

At that moment, I felt so satisfied inside.

I'm surprised why I feel that way, but it feels good!

But I didn't think it would bring disaster to Miss Donna...

Miss Donna was arrested.

An Orchid dies and Miss Donna, the puppet owner, becomes the culprit.

She was charged with murder.

Although I would very much like to tell the Trial Chamber that this is my own behavior, which has nothing to do with Miss Donna, I cannot speak, I cannot explain any behavior, and after that I was dismantled from my ability to act, I can only watch this happen silently and watch Miss Donna be tried.

Yet this is not the most desperate.

I was placed in the courtroom as a homicide witness, and I witnessed Lord Roger's fury when he learned that he had lost more than he knew.

He could have saved his daughter, but he claimed that because of Miss Donna's actions, he had given up spending more money to save her from punishment, and eventually Miss Donna was sentenced to life imprisonment, while I was thrown in the garbage.

I don't know how long I've been lying in a garbage pile, all I know is that my body rusts and rots in a long wait. Yet my consciousness still exists, and I look at this day, this land, this world's busy life, and I don't know what it means to exist.

There were more than one fugitive who picked me up and eventually threw me away.

They think I'm no longer worth fixing, and I'm just waiting in silence.

Awaiting extinction.

It was a craftsman who gave me my second life.

His name is Kim.

So far I remember the surprise call he made when he found me: "Look, I found a puppet's head. It's rotten, but God bless, its interior is intact. I'm sure it's a high-end puppet, and if it's fitted with a new body, it'll work. I'm going to make it my best work! ”

So Kim became another master of mine.

I got a freshman in his hand.

Kim is an innovative young craftsman, because without precious materials, he can only shape my body with the most common materials. I was filled with all the crap he had taken from all over, and it looked like it was broken. But that's when Kim gave me the same special ability to speak.

Language is a new challenge for me, and I have to work hard to spew out a character. But this is not the hardest part, and the real dilemma is that I don't know what to say.

My wisdom is still shallow and my consciousness is still apathetic.

So most of the time, I was sitting there quietly.

Kim is fine and sits beside me and talks to me. He talks more than Miss Donna.

But I always don't answer, which disappoints Kim.

I always think of Miss Donna when I'm bored.

I sat on a tall pile of garbage, looking away, wondering, how Miss Donna is doing now.

I killed Major and I killed Miss Donna.

I should be responsible for that.

Now that I have a body, I can talk, maybe I should go find Donna and tell them all about it.

So I decided to leave.

That night, I left alone.

I'm going back to see Miss Donna.

I came to the prison and told the guards there that I was the puppet who killed Major and asked them to arrest me and let Miss Donna go. Yet the guards laughed and said they didn't know who had secretly controlled a puppet to take charge, which was the most creative and stupid way of saving lives they had ever seen. This method is doomed to fail, and Miss Donna is no longer in need of rescue. She was seriously ill not long ago and is dying.

She could not live long enough, so she was allowed to leave the prison and die at home.

I don't know how I got out of there, but my ears are still accompanied by their ruthless laughter.

I feel sad and desperate.

I came to Lord Roger's house to see Miss Donna, but I saw Lord Roger marrying a new wife.

I snuck into the backyard and saw Miss Donna lying in her hospital bed, still alive, but not as good as dead.

I held her up, and she looked at me, and her eyes rejuvenated.

She said to me, "Was it Sparther? It must be you. I knew you'd come back to see me. ”

She recognized me at first sight, despite the change in my appearance.

She just talked in my arms and died.

When she died, I could feel a beautiful soul flying.

It's an instinct from the Phantom, awakened at this moment.

So I knew that it brought me wisdom, and it gave me this particular ability.

I put Donna's soul away so she could be with me forever, and then I picked up her body and left.

I don't know why I did it, but I don't think Miss Donna would want to stay in that house.

I buried her remains in the woods near her house with a beautiful view, where Donna loved to go. I could feel the joy of Donna's soul in me when I buried her by that little river by the woods.

Perhaps because of Donna's soul, my wisdom has soared.

I suddenly realized, why can't I kill the Orcs who killed Donna?

I don't have to be afraid of anything. I'm not life at all. I'm just a puppet. Whatever I do, they think it's something behind me.

That's why Donna died.

In that case, why don't I do something to prove their mistake?

Do what I want.

I returned to Lord Roger's house and killed him and his newlywed wife.

Although Lord Roger is a powerful archeologist, and I'm just a puppet made out of a pile of pieces, that's why he's completely unprotected for me.

After I killed him, I went back to jail, killing the guards in jail, and they made Donna seriously ill.

I started killing because I was a puppet, and at first there was hardly any Austrian to defend me, until later they found out that a puppet had done all this, so they tried to find me and the instructor behind me.

But I've become smarter, and I've transformed myself and changed my image with the components of Roger's house.

Now I only have one last goal left.

The president of the trial chamber, the bastard who knew that Major had abused her, was still the one who convicted Donna. He could have let Donna go, but he had to make a lot of money out of it. When Roger refused, he deliberately sentenced Donna to that prison for the lower slaves. Donna was inhumanely tortured precisely because it was a slave prison.

This bastard has to die!

But this time, I failed.