When Art led a group of children into the kitchen, Apple Blossom seemed to have just finished washing the dishes. After dusting her hands, she looked at the children with some curiosity.
"Well, I heard a lot of stories from them." Art nodded, and with the backing of the previous agreement, he said casually: "Those things interest me very much!"
"Really? Haha, they must have talked about me, right?" Apple Blossom rubbed her face shyly. It seemed that she was also the kind of doll with very rich emotional expressions.
"Well, of course." Art replied alone. But just as Art expected, these children faced Apple Blossom. Because of their guilty conscience, they did not dare to say a word and could only look at Art alone.
Performing.
"However, there is one thing I really want to know!" Art raised his head, showing an innocent and ignorant look, and asked: "I really want to know about Sister Apple Blossom, your master!"
As soon as these words came out, the air in the kitchen suddenly became heavy, and you could even hear the sound of someone swallowing saliva.
The children here should all know that Apple Blossom has, or at least once had, an owner, but now it is no longer there, and as for why, they have no idea.
But now that Art raised this question, their inner curiosity overcame their guilty conscience. Except for the youngest children, all of them stared at Apple Blossom, looking forward to her answer.
"About...my master?" After hearing this question, Apple Blossom looked at the children with a slight hesitation, but found that they all looked very expectant, and gave up on driving them away.
Or hide the answer to this question.
"Actually... I shouldn't have kept it secret from you..." Facing these curious children, Apple Blossom shook her head and smiled bitterly, clenching her fists, barely supporting her body with her incomplete one leg, and leaning back slightly.
, leaning gently on the stone sink——
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'You are so beautiful and attract me so much, but this kind of thing shouldn't happen...'
"But in that case, your name will be Apple Blossom." As he opened his eyes for the first time, a young and handsome man was reflected in the yellowish pupils. Without any hesitation, the newly awakened person
I regard him as his own master.
"Okay, my name is Apple Blossom." The cyan short-haired doll showed a happy smile. For most dolls, having an owner of their own and a name chosen by the owner is the most important thing.
A matter of great pride.
Apple Blossom is no exception. It was true then and it is true now.
The owner of Apple Blossom seems to be the eldest son of a noble family, and his family has a very harsh prejudice against dolls, but he is not like that. He is so madly in love with her, so obsessed with her, even though he is warned not to leave.
In this church built for her, she could only see him a few times a week, but every time she met, it was the happiest time for her.
And not long after, they secretly held a wedding just for the two of them - this was a memory she could never forget.
The two of them lived like this for two or three years, until one day, he came here with a cute boy.
"Although we can't have offspring, there is always an alternative, right?" The owner adopted a child for her and herself. This child had messy red hair, many scars on his face, and was full of concern for everything around him.
However, Apple Blossom liked his innocent eyes and his curiosity about everything, so she accepted him immediately.
But this child didn't like Apple Blossom very much at first. He often disliked her because she was a doll and wouldn't listen to her. But after getting along for a while, they truly became a family, and the boy didn't mind her behavior.
The master calls her daddy, and calls her mommy, and they live in harmony forever.
...that's how it should be.
As the flames spread out, heart-rending roars and screams filled the entire city of Fit. In an instant, countless thugs broke into the peaceful church, but Apple Blossom and the boy fell into fear.
During the attack, the master came to them without hesitation, armed with weapons, trying to kill all the intruders and protect Apple Blossom and their children.
But he alone was no match for those terrifying thugs, and Apple Blossom, as a household doll, had no means to fight back. He could only watch helplessly as those thugs pierced his master's chest and twisted it.
They killed their children's heads and necks...but because Apple Bloom was a doll, they let her go.
"We...should have been living happily...I, I don't want to leave you...Oh...yes...I'm sorry..."
And at the next moment, Apple Blossom lost her master, her husband, and her child forever... But as a doll, she was obviously heartbroken with grief, but she couldn't shed even a single tear.
.
After that, the remaining members of their family took away the remains of the master and the child, leaving Apple Blossom alone in the church.
The only relic they left her was a silver pendant with a reassuring child's face engraved on it and a few paragraphs of text.
——Youden Heuser
——Born on April 15th, the 63rd year of the New Calendar, he is the eldest son of the Xiuze family.
——Died on August 7, eighty-sixth year of the New Calendar, without heirs
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"Wuwu...this is so pitiful!"
After Apple Blossom finished her last sentence, Lanza's inner emotional dam suddenly collapsed, and she burst into tears in front of everyone.
"So Mother Apple Blossom... is so pitiful..." Most of the girls had tears in their eyes, and many boys lowered their heads in silence, not daring to say a word.
Although the story between this doll and his master was indeed quite tragic, Art was more concerned about the riot incident ten years ago, in which he was massacred indiscriminately.
Judging from Apple Blossom's description, the thugs were all tall monsters who would kill people whenever they saw them, but ignored dolls that were similar to humans, indicating that this was a purposeful massacre.
, and the reason, judging from the indiscriminate killings, is very likely to be racial revenge.
And this kind of revenge is usually based on the same massacre...
"Do you remember anything about that riot?" Art cleared his throat. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, but he still couldn't stop his curiosity.