A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The doll was meticulously dressed, wearing a gorgeous long dress.

"Ah! Ah!" At this moment, the cry of a baby distracted the elven woman.

"Tygia...don't cry." The elven woman smiled wryly as she began to comfort the baby in her arms.

Unfortunately, Tiggia is not even a year old yet and cannot understand her mother's words at all.

"Waaah!!!" The baby Tikia's cries grew louder and louder.

Tiggia's mother gently rocked her arm and kissed her forehead.

"Darling, will Tiggia's crying affect you?"

“It’s alright, I’m fine.” Tigia’s father shook his head, took off his goggles, and looked at his child with a kind expression.

“If Latis hadn’t gone out to play, he could have taken care of his sister,” Tigia’s mother sighed.

“Boys are bound to be a little too lively.” Tiggia’s father didn’t mean to blame Latis at all.

Latis is only a few years old, which is the age when he loves to play the most.

“Just a little bit more.” Tigia’s father put his goggles back on and opened the chest of the doll-like girl in front of him.

The doll girl's body has no blood vessels or anything like that; there are only countless fine threads simulating muscles.

The doll-like girl is breathing calmly—this is also a simulation.

And where the chest was opened, there was not a heart, but a soft ball of light.

The ball of light was surrounded by tiny cubes.

The scene resembled countless satellites orbiting a celestial body.

The ball of light is the core of all the devices and the most mysterious thing in the body of this doll-like girl.

"This is our child too," the red-haired elf woman said softly to her husband, stroking Tygia.

“Ah, that’s right, this is also our child,” the male elf said in a deep voice.

The soul inside this doll-like girl is the soul of their first child who died young.

They prayed to the gods, and their prayers were answered.

The blessing they received from the gods they prayed to was that their children's souls could remain in this world.

That was a pure, blank soul, like a blank sheet of paper.

This is the trace left behind in this world by life that has not yet been born—incredible, a miracle.

"What would be a good name for this child?" Tiggia's mother asked softly.

This is their child, and it definitely needs a name.

So, what should this beautiful, pure child be called?

“Let’s call her Eors,” said the male elf who had created the doll-like girl.

"Eors?"

"Yes, it's the legendary harp of the gods." He stroked the smooth golden hair on the doll-like girl's head and smiled.

“Then let’s name this child Eors.” Tiggia’s mother hugged Tiggia tightly.

Feeling her mother's loving embrace, Tiggia stopped crying and put on a big smile.

Children cry easily, but they also laugh easily.

"Tygia, you will have a little sister from now on."

"I wonder what Latis's expression will be when he finds out he's the brother of two younger sisters?"

"They'll probably act like little adults."

"That's right, Latis will definitely protect his two younger sisters."

"Ah~ Ah~" Tikia tried to break free from her mother's embrace, because she wanted to touch Eors's delicate face.

The sleeping Aeolus resembled a sleeping beauty.

But just as the Sleeping Beauty was about to awaken, a torch was thrown nearby.

Along with the torch came spilled oil.

"Whoosh—" Flames engulfed the basement in an instant.

Tiggia's mother staggered back a few steps, bewildered by the sudden burst of fire.

But Tiggia's father remained calm; he saw a burly man's figure at the basement stairwell.

The burly man's figure gradually became clear in the firelight; he was a white-haired man, probably around thirty years old.

He was wearing a protective mask and a wet cloak that could protect him from fire.

This fellow had made all the necessary preparations before appearing before the elf couple.

"It's a perfect piece of work. How was it made?"

"Cough cough, what are you talking about?" The smoke thickened, choking the male elf.

"Honey, let's run!"

"Yes..." His wife's words reminded the male elf of what he needed to do next.

Now is not the time to talk to this stranger. Even if the white-haired man in front of him is the arsonist, he has to wait until he takes refuge before making further plans.

"Hahaha, then it's probably impossible for him to run away." This white-haired man was Bud Bush in his younger days.

Badbush grabbed the male elf by the head and threw him into the fire.

The male elf screamed as he crawled out of the fire, but Budbush kicked him back into the fire.

Seeing her husband thrown into the fire, Tiggia's mother's eyes widened in horror, but her voice choked in her throat and she couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

"Wa ...

“What exactly do you want to do…” Tiggia’s mother glared at Budbush.

Budbush glanced at the beautiful great elf.

"The reason? To obtain the best magic puppets and golems."

Yes, the reason is that simple. You could say that Bud Bush did this outrageous thing entirely out of impulse.

Perhaps if he paused for half an hour before doing this, and the impulse subsided, he would be shocked to realize how inhumane his intentions were.

Unfortunately, that half hour didn't happen.

Budsh walked up to the sleeping doll girl.

He was stunned at that moment.

Is this... just a doll?

He couldn't help but pick up the sleeping doll girl.

"Let go of Eorth!" The female elf, holding Tygia, tried to knock Bardbusch unconscious with whatever was nearby.

But Budbush shoved the female elf away.

Tiggia fell to the ground like that.

After falling to the ground, Tiggia began to cry incessantly from the pain.

"Don't cry..." The female elf hugged Tygia, who had fallen beside her.

However, a burnt-out wooden cabinet began to tip over toward the poor mother and daughter.

"boom!!!!!"

Sparks, representing death, flew everywhere.

From time to time, melodious sounds could be heard coming from a house in the capital.

Through the changes in pitch, the song conveys all the joys and sorrows that the composer wanted to express.

Eorz stood on the balcony, his eyes closed, singing.

Every note and every tone she played was perfect.

Anyone who hears this song will surely be captivated by it.

This melody, a blend of sadness and joy, touches the hearts of listeners.

Doesn't this song express emotions very well? Why would anyone say it has no emotion at all?

Because this is a simulated, so-called emotion.

The combination of various tones, with their rises and falls, melodies and brief pauses, makes the listener feel that the song is both joyful and sad.

However, this is not true affection.

Eors simply sang accurately according to the score.

In some people's words, they are machines that can only sing according to the sheet music.

“…” Eors shut his mouth and stopped singing.

She touched her unchanging expression and fell into deep thought.

No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't express her emotions.

As Eors looked down at the crowds coming and going in the city, she envied the people in front of her.

Everyone can express their feelings; they can laugh when they are happy and cry when they are sad.

"Eorth, you're singing again," Tigia whispered as she hugged Eorth from behind.

"kindness."

Are you in a bad mood?

She knew that Eordór must be very sad right now.

"kindness..."

"You've already tried your best."

“But effort is useless,” Eors said expressionlessly.

“No, your efforts are worthwhile, they must be worthwhile,” Tiggia murmured.

“Tygia…” Eors softly called out the name of his friend and his adoptive sister.

"There are only four days left, no, only four days left," Eors said in his unchanging voice, stating the harsh reality.

In just a few days, what changes could Aiors possibly make?

Is all we can do is hope for a miracle...?

Eors clasped his hands together, quietly raised his head, and prayed towards the sky.

She has no faith in any god, but at this moment she still wants to pray, hoping that someone will hear her prayers and respond to them.

This is a young girl's unrealistic dream.

After seeing Eors's actions, Tiggia also silently lowered her eyelids and prayed towards the sky.

If someone's prayers are unsuccessful, then let them pray too.

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Just as Eorz and Tigia were praying to the sky for a miracle, his adoptive father Badb was walking down the road, covering his face.

He was serious about both Aeolus and Tiggia.

His love for them was genuine, though perhaps somewhat distorted; it wasn't pure paternal love.

Budbush knew very well what Eors had always longed for, and he wanted to help Eors.

This lovable child, Budsh wanted to make her even more perfect.

Just as Eorse longed for love, Budsh wanted to give Eorse love and make her even more perfect.

If Aeolus truly developed feelings, then she transcended the level of a doll and became practically a creation of the gods.

And he... is the creator of this divine creation; he will be the number one puppeteer in all of Kapras.

Budsh clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the rough wall by the roadside.