My name is Sparter, and the name was chosen by Miss Donna, although the owner didn't like it.

He believes that a puppet should not have a name.

The master said that if a puppet has a name, it has a self, and a puppet should not have a self.

Oh yes, the owner's name is Christabel Lansford Esenbrook Hamilton Roger, usually I call him Roger Master, and Miss Donna is his daughter.

Roger's master is a merchant who specializes in the production and sale of puppets, and he is also a great puppet inventor himself.

Yes, the Golem Inventor, not the Arcanist.

Someone had called him by the name of the Great Puppet Arcanist, but he angrily refused. He said that arcanists explore knowledge and pursue the mysteries of the end of the world, valuing knowledge over money, unlike merchants, who pursue money itself, and knowledge is only used to serve the purpose of grabbing money. Calling him an Arcanist is tantamount to making him give up money, which is an insult to his status as a businessman. Because he, the great Christabel Lansford Esenbrook Hamilton Roger, made it his goal to become the greatest merchant of the Otto-World Empire.

So, Master Roger was a merchant first and an arcaneist second, and the latter was nothing more than a tool for him to achieve his great ideals.

Lord Roger's great ideals caused him a lot of trouble, and many Arcanists disliked him because of it. But Mistress Roger's puppet was so good that the Arcanists had to buy it.

My birth began in a business, but it was decided by an accident and Miss Donna's kindness.

At that time, Lord Roger was already the best puppet merchant in the Eternal City, and he had gained untold wealth as a result. One day, a client asked him to make a batch of guard puppets with combat effectiveness. The production of the puppet was very demanding, and Lord Roger had to go all out to make it. Just as he was making the last of the Guardian Golems, a disaster suddenly occurred in the workshop where the puppets were made. A Soul Eater came out of nowhere and ran to its master's workshop and wreaked havoc.

Although the Soul Eater was eventually destroyed, the owner's workshop suffered great losses. Fifty puppets damaged twelve, which made the owner's heart ache. I was also damaged at that time—the Soul Eater rushed into my shell on the verge of death, and I was blasted to pieces in an attempt to destroy it.

I was supposed to be thrown in the garbage at that time, and it was Miss Donna who gave me a new life. Miss Donna was learning the art of puppet making at the time, and after seeing me, she thought it was an opportunity for her to practice her skills, so she picked me up from the garbage heap and began to reassemble me. Mistress Roger laughed sarcastically, believing that Miss Donna was doing something useless. Yes, he was always so harsh, even to his own daughter. But Miss Donna succeeded anyway, and she gave me a second life. Mistress Roger was glad to snatch me away, believing that it would make up for his loss a little.

The moment Roger's master snatched me away, I could feel the sadness in Miss Donna's heart.

Yes, all this I knew, not that Miss Donna or Roger's master had told me afterwards, but that I had seen it at the time. Even though I didn't know what it meant at the time, I wrote it down, even when I was just a pile of pieces.

It's a memory, not a record.

From the moment the Soul Eater entered my body, I felt as if something new had taken on in my life.

Although I didn't know what it was until much later.

Soon after I was taken away by Roger's master, I was sold by my master to a client who had booked the puppet, and after several changes of hands, fell into the hands of an arcanist named Inigo and became his bodyguard.

Inigo is an explorer who loves to look for treasure everywhere. He took me everywhere, looking for every opportunity, and I was the guard of Inigo's adventures.

I've been to a lot of places because of this, from hurricane-like deserts to rough seas, to places where steel can be frozen to crispy skins. I've damaged it twice, but I've repaired it both times. One day, I was ordered by my master to go to a storm-stricken place to investigate the source of the storm. When I arrived, I discovered that it was a snow demon fighting a monster more powerful than it, the Storm Wraire, to protect his child.

The Snow Goblin was unable to defeat the Storm Wraith, but its counterattack caused the Storm Wraith to take a damaging effect and force it back.

My master, who had been lurking by for a long time, saw all this, and he happily ordered me to kill the badly wounded snow demon at once and take away its children, which he said could be sold for a lot of money. But when I appeared in front of the snow demon, I saw its pleading eyes. I could feel that it was not praying for itself, but for its children.

I disobeyed.

I don't know why, as a puppet, I should faithfully carry out the master's orders, but at that time, I suddenly chose to disobey.

I didn't kill it, I just left.

The host was furious.

So, I was returned to Mistress Roger on the grounds that "the core control system was damaged, which prevented me from receiving the master's instructions at a critical moment".

Yes, I was returned to Mr. Roger as a defective product.

Mistress Roger opened my skull and repaired it and resold me.

This time I fell into the hands of a big slave owner named Eisen. Aisen's master has more than 30,000 slaves, including the Terran, the Tyrant, the Sea Clan, the Feather Clan, the Artisan Clan, the Jin Clan, the Rock Clan, the Moon Clan, etc., and what he has to do is to manage these slaves in different categories, teach them to work, and then sell them to different Austrian tribes.

Three months later, I was returned again because my core control system was out of control again, releasing 1,200 people without permission, and causing a man named Gu Shuangshan to flee, who I heard later led the Death Mountain Uprising and became the leader of the Terran rebels.

In this way, I was sold four times by Master Roger, and returned four times. Every time, it's because the core system is out of control and acts against the owner.

After being returned for the fourth time, Mistress Roger completely lost faith in me.

He angrily scolded me, believing that I could never be repaired again, and decided to disassemble me.

Miss Donna shows up again, she's going to leave me. I still remember what she said, she said, "I don't care if it disobeys its master, I love it, it's my first work, and I love what it does." I think it's doing the right thing. ”

And just like that, I returned to Miss Donna again.

That's when I'm happiest.

I guess that emotion should be called happiness.

I spent four years with Miss Donna.

Wonderful four years.

Not once did I disobey my master's orders.

Miss Donna is a kind-hearted Austrian who is always so good at heart and willing to take care of others. When she sees something tragic happening, she sheds tears.

I also get sad when Miss Donna is in tears.

If that emotion is called sadness.

I want Miss Donna to be happy, but most of the time, Miss Donna is unhappy.

She often hid alone in a dark corner and cried, and sometimes she would hold me and talk to hers.

She's sad because she's always ignored, and she's always ignored because she's not beautiful enough.

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

I couldn't understand the word, I was an unsound consciousness, something I realized later, and this unsoundness made it difficult for me to understand the minds of the Homo sapiens.

Miss Donna told me that beauty is a beautiful word, and that having a beautiful Sapien is able to gain the appreciation and affection of their peers.

I think Miss Donna is beautiful because I like her.

But Miss Donna never cared what I liked.

She loves Major.

It was a young Ao, with a slender body and very white skin. He always spoke softly, with a characteristic "grace", yes, that's what Miss Donna said about him.

She almost used the best words she knew to describe Major, but Major didn't seem to like Miss Donna, and he always ignored Miss Donna, much to the dismay of Miss Donna.

I still remember that after that house evening, Miss Donna returned home alone.

She sat in the corner and cried very sadly.

She held me and told me about her sadness. That's when I learned that Miss Donna had dressed herself up so beautiful that she wanted to invite Major to dance, but he refused.

In front of all her classmates, laugh at her and ridicule her delusions.

This hurt Miss Donna deeply.

She hugged me for a long time, and although I wasn't a puppet of record, I remembered what Miss Donna had said.

She drank a lot of alcohol that night and then fell asleep.

I just kept looking at her.

Until dawn.

For a long time after that, Miss Donna was depressed, and I could no longer see a smile on her face.

This went on for almost a year, until one day, I saw a smile pop on Miss Donna's face.

A smile that I haven't seen in a long time.

She hummed happy songs, danced with easy steps, and had a sunny smile on her face.

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

I soon learned the answer—Miss Donna never hid anything from me.

Miss Donna is in love.

Yes, she is in love.

Her lover was Major, the man who brought her humiliation and pain.

He suddenly accepted her, and her life was filled with sunshine as a result.

I am also happy for Miss Donna to be happy, and although it is strange that I will feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, as long as Miss Donna is happy, I am happy.

But I didn't expect that to be the source of all nightmares.

She's in love with a devil!