Hugo Coppelius was born as the third son of a poor shoe shop.
The family environment was poor, enduring the violence wielded by fathers and brothers, and days when hunger was outweighed only by soup without appliances.
Such a Hugo would be expressed in the puppet master's function (job) by receiving a free appraisal meeting held by the state when he was ten years old.
The appraiser looked surprised and explained to me about the puppet master (Qiushi) in a hot tone. According to that explanation, puppet masters appear to be rare functions (jobs) called composite (dual) functions (jobs).
Is it an extremely special function (job) that has both combat-based (job) and production-based (job) functions that are not inherently intertwined?
Most importantly, just because it's a rare function (job), it's a different matter of whether it helps your life. Instead, common functions (jobs) with a higher number of mothers are more systematized by the technical drilling of their ancestors, and there are more instructors, making it easier for beginners to develop their abilities.
On the other hand, rare functions (jobs) that are rarely expressed have the major disadvantage of having to hone their abilities almost independently.
The puppet master is naturally like that. However, Hugo sensibly understood how to handle his function (job) even though his function (job) had just been expressed.
When I activated my skills to try it, a soldier of dolls appeared in an instant. The appraiser was even more surprised and praised Hugo as a genius. For there is seldom anyone who can handle skills freely and perfectly from the beginning.
At this moment Hugo felt himself meshing with the world.
On the way home after the appraisal, Hugo did not return to his home, but ran away as he was. I decided to leave the city where I was born and embark on a wandering journey.
It is not sane shabbat for a child who is only ten years old to travel alone.
In fact, he had been attacked many times by night thieves, beasts, and mutant species (monsters), and suffered from eating and sickness. However, all of this was overcome by the function (job) of a puppet master.
Having survived many nights, Hugo begins to think that he should take advantage of his high combat ability and start making a living with mutant species (monster) exorcisms, etc. And when I grew up, I officially became a Seeker.
Training schools are the ones that aren't out, but they already have the strength to not fit in the rookies, and will make numerous achievements from the first day of registration.
But Hugo never belonged to a particular party or clan.
A migratory bird, a kind of Explorer (Seeker).
Basically, I specialize in solos and just go in as a temporary helper when partying. It doesn't even have a specific home base, it goes round and round all over the place. That's the migratory bird.
Hugo was a migratory bird. Although he was an amazing seeker (Explorer), he focuses on solo activities, joining a number of parties in a number of lands and a one-time search. That was Hugo's Explorer activity.
Sometimes I hated herds because I chose a way to live without relying on anyone from an early age. But more than that, the best reason why I didn't intend to keep Explorer (Seeker) long. Hugo had another dream.
Hugo, who made a name for himself as a brilliant Seeker, was visited by scoutsmen from many parties and clans throughout the day. He had also been solicited by "Heilong Squad," the first star of the Empire's strongest clan, Seven Stars (Regalia), but of course politely declined.
When Hugo turned twenty, thanks to his previous activities, he had enormous amounts of gold at his disposal. I desperately moderated and saved all this money to make my dreams come true.
Hugo bought a studio (atelier) in the corner of Teito for the production of puppets. It was Hugo's long-standing dream to live making dolls with artistry for spectacle, not fight-bone soldier dolls that can be created by skill.
In the first place, Hugo is the type of man who doesn't like every fight. I can say that I hate the strife itself, partly because I have been subjected to irrational violence at an early age. That's why I didn't like being a Seeker.
Hugo, whose dreams come true, vigorously encourages him to make dolls. And the finished product sold to fly. If I made it, I would only make it, and those who wanted it appeared. The request for the production of the doll was received not only from young and old men living in the imperial capital, but also from those living in distant exotic countries.
Hugo dolls were also loved because, of course, their sophistication had fallen out of zuba compared to others, but more than anything else, they had a strange charm.
And whosoever hath taken it in his hand saith with his mouth together. Watching this doll warms my heart and makes me want to take care of my family,.
That was a feeling that Hugo had not intended at all. I was just making what I wanted, but they had those thoughts unconsciously. It must have been because I didn't know the love of my family, or there was an ideal that I didn't get before I realized it.
It was an ironic story for Hugo, which became a complicated thought, but I have no complaints about my work being appreciated. It is extremely rare that an artist is appreciated by the world. The majority disappear without anyone knowing, and even if evaluated, they can be late in life or after death.
Young and successful Hugo was undoubtedly spoiled by the God of Art.
But God of Destiny didn't seem to love Hugo...
That day Hugo went to deliver the finished doll under his client. For it was Hugo's pleasure to be twenty-two years old, limiting himself to Imperial Capital, but not relying on a courier, and giving the client a doll of my own with his own hands.
Hugo, who entered the mansion of his client, the millionaire - lost consciousness there.
When he noticed, Hugo had fallen on the floor in the mansion, and his surroundings were wet with bitter blood. And what was in front of me was the bodies of the client families and servants.
The body was badly damaged. In detail, the skin had been peeled off and affixed to the mannequin doll as if it were peeled. The contents are contents, scattered around Hugo.
When Hugo was stunned by too many anomalies, the gendarmerie immediately appeared. Apparently, someone who passed in front of the mansion heard a scream and called it in.
As the culprit of this tragic incident, Hugo will be arrested.
Of course, I desperately pleaded not guilty, both in the investigation and in the trial. However, the complaint was never heard and Hugo was sentenced to death.
There was no evidence at the crime scene to indicate anyone other than Hugo. The judge ruled that Hugo was mentally ill because he made too many puppets, which led to the murder.
The whole Empire soon became aware of Hugo, who was on death row. Each newspaper writes funny and crazy about the anomalous crime of a genius doll writer, and it starts calling Hugo this.
The worst hound killer, bloody stripper (leather mask) in recent years.
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The prison is dark and damp. Stone walls and floors are hard and cold. There's nothing superior about a bed, it just has straw on it unwrought. And a bucket for bowel movements.
In such a corner of the prison, Hugo Coppelius sat.
The shadow of being once held as a beautiful man is nowhere to be found. You can stretch your hair and beard all you want, and your body is completely thin and fading. The figure, dressed like a cloak, is no longer closer to a corpse ghost (a zombie) than a floater.
Two years have passed since then.
In fact, Hugo today is like a zombie. I have lost the energy to live, and I don't make it faint even when I stop to feel it on my face.
As the Association of Appraisers (Guild) is investigating Hugo's functions (jobs) for academic research, the execution of the sentence has not yet taken place.
But the investigation, which took two years, is finally coming to an end. In that case, Hugo's sentence will be executed promptly.
There is no longer any fear of death. Rather, I can't wait.
"Hundred and thirteen! Wake up! A visitor!
Unexpectedly angry, the guard opened the door to the cell.
"Just get up!
The guard forces me to wake up and Hugo has no choice but to stand up. The guard carefully checked the collar fitted in his neck.
This collar is made of demonic (beast) material and has the effect of causing the consumed magic to storm when the embedded person tries to use his skills. In other words, instead of being able to use their skills, they are going to be attacked by unspeakable pain with rampant magic.
"Okay, you don't have a problem with the collar. Let's go!"
Hands tied with rope, Hugo is pulled by the guard.
The visiting room reached is divided by a thick iron lattice. Beyond the lattice, there was already a visitor sitting.
"Allow me five minutes to see you now! Don't take any problem action!
The guard stands in the corner of the room and with his jaw prompts Hugo to go forward. Hugo sighed and sat in the chair in front of the visitor.
"... again, you. Noel Stolen"
Noel smiles invincibly across the lattice.
"Hugo, didn't you lose weight again? I know the rice here is as bad as leftovers of pigs, but still eat properly. I don't want you to die."
"To get me out of here and be one of you, huh?
"Exactly!
Brightly answered, Hugo sighed again.
This is the third time Noel has come to see me like this. It was a letter before that. Consistently, be one of them because I will get you out of here.
"Again and again, that's impossible. My sentence has already been finalized. That authoritarian ministry of justice is unlikely to translate the verdict."
"I can do as much of that as I want"
I assure you with confidence, Noel.
Even though Hugo said he couldn't do it, he couldn't laugh at it. In the first place, at a time when I'm easily seeing myself on death row like this, I'm sure I'm using some sort of handkerchief.
Because I can't even swallow that word.
"I don't believe you, that's your face."
"You bet. I know you're special. [M] But based on that, you can't get me out of here."
"You shouldn't look too sweet at me. I'm already getting ready to let you go. Let me show you one end of that power."
Noel accidentally rang his finger.
Then the door on the other side opens in momentum and another guard comes running. He is a man famous for unjustified violence against prisoners. Hugo was also badly looked at many times.
"May I call you, Master Noel!
"Tea"
"Wow, I get it! I'll bring it to you right away!
The guard ran again and brought a teacup on a plate.
"Sorry to keep you waiting! It's tea!
"Mm, good luck. I'm done for. Get out."
"Ha! I did! If there's anything else I can do for you!
A guard leaving in thanksgiving.
Noel gracefully makes tea in front of a distracted Hugo.
"Good tea leaves. I'm just squeezing out high taxes."
"... that's incredible. Are you threatening that guard?
"Um, not"
As Noel turned his gaze to the guard on Hugo's side, the guard blued his face and rattled his back teeth.
"Every guard in this prison listens to me. Everybody from top to bottom."
"... what have you done?
"Trade Secrets"
I don't know, but I know you're doing a hell of a lot of work. A little bit, maybe it really gets me out of here. But Hugo didn't feel particularly happy. I don't even have that kind of energy anymore.
"What's up? Aren't you happy?
"... assuming, if I can get out of here, that would be a great pleasure. But unfortunately, I can't be one of you."
"Why?"
"First of all, I hate the Seeker business in the first place. And more importantly, there's too much blank. Even if I'm one of them, I'm not going to be able to help."
"Try to like it. Train them so they can bury the blank."
"... you speak indiscreetly. But it's also true that if I can get out of here, I can owe you more than I can pay you back. So, then, I want you to give it back in some other way."
"Well, there's another way."
Noel clapped his nose uncomfortably in arms.
"Well, fine. We'll talk about that again. I need a little help today."
"Please? To me in this state?
"A clan will be established in the near future. It's just that the name of the party is a little off right now. I'm going to change my name on that occasion. So the question is, do you have any good ideas?
"Why, you ask me? You can think for yourself."
"You're an artist, aren't you? He's got some good ideas."
"You're not going to bring love to that clan by saying that and making me a named parent, are you?
"That's right. Is that bad?"
Hugo frowns, shamelessly and lightly whitewashed by Noel.
I don't even think about clan names.
"Oh, my God, you're such an asshole"
"... you're a snake-like person. Cunning and unforgiving, he tries to swallow people whole. He's a horrible boy."
"I'm the snake, huh?
Noel raised one eyebrow with anger, but soon began to think of something.
"... no, a snake. Not bad....... yeah, not bad"
"What are you bumping about?
"I got a good idea. Thanks, Hugo."
Hugo, who for some reason was thanked with a smile. Leaning his neck, Noel rises.
"It's time to go home. By the way, if you say you're going to be one of us here now, I'll instruct you to improve your diet, okay?
"Extra help."
"Hmm, I'll be back. Until then, be well."
Noel, the visitor, leaves, and Hugo is returned to prison.
In a dark prison, a laugh ensued.
"Hehe, you really were a lame boy"
When I laugh, my dry lips tear and my blood seeps. How long has it been since I laughed like this? The sentiments of the crowd relax the mind that was paralyzed.
"I'm the Explorer again..."