…Suddenly, a pleasant aroma wafted through the nostrils of Duma, who has no sensory receptors of sll. It was a fondly rembered, nostalgic, warm aroma of corn cereal soup. Elr was sitting at the dining table, nibbling on a piece of bread.
And in front of Duma's eyes was the sa cereal soup and bread.
(W-What an idiot! Dolls, c-can't even eat.)
After Elr had finished his al, he approached Duma.
"Duma looks so cute today too."
(So u-unpleasant! As if a d-doll's face could fickle change so easily!)
However, there was the possibility that the doll might deteriorate and beco old. In fact, Duma's skin was not the sa white wax surface as it was then, but rather a series of patchwork surfaces.
While thinking about this, Duma suddenly realized that Elr was stroking her head.
(S-Stop! This idiot!)
She was seized by a queasy feeling in her chest and got upset. While having no way of knowing how Duma was feeling, Elr smiled at her and said.
"Duma. You are my chef d'oeuvre."
(AHH… A…)
She wondered why. Her chest was burning. Her body was burning. When she looked at Elr, she felt as if sothing was welling up from inside her chest.
(Ah–…)
Suddenly, Elr raised his voice hysterically. He knocked the plate of corn soup with his arm and dropped it.
"Gashan!"
The sound of pottery shattering into pieces when it fell on the floor could be heard. At that mont, the scenery changed once again.
"Please stop!! This doll is my CHEF D'OEUVRE!!"
The sa words that she had just heard ca into Duma's ears.
(A-A continuation of that scene…)
A complete reversal from the peaceful dining scene she had just witnessed. Duma caught a second glimpse of the robbery assault scene once again.
In front of Elr, who was tied to a chair with a rope, the robber tore off Duma's dress and laughed at the sight of the doll's body.
"What are you calling your CHEF D'OEUVRE! You gotta make her look perfectly womanly even under her clothes, man. She has no— tits—!"
"Hihihi. This isn't going to help you quench your thirst at night, is it?"
"Stop… Please stop…!"
Elr was crying. Elr was sobbing pitifully as if his daughter was being disgraced in front of him by those ruffians. Elr's sobbing seed to have ignited the thieves' sadistic tendencies.
"Let's swap out the arms and legs!"
"Let's rip it to pieces!"
"P-Please!! Please don't destroy it, anything but this doll!! The soul of my dead lover still remains in Duma!!"
"Are you, stupid? What are you saying about a RE doll?"
A man with slanted eyes twisted the joint of Duma's right arm. With a "gokiri" dull sound, Duma's right arm ca off.
(Th-This son of a bitch…!)
Within Duma, an unparalleled rage rose, but contrary to her intentions, her body did not even twitch.
"Next, let's go for its left leg."
"Stop…! I'm begging you…! Please stop…!"
Elr cried out in tears. The bald leader of the thieves looked disgusted, saying, "Don't be— dicks—," but he didn't seem particularly interested in stopping them.
Elr swung his body while still being tied up. Elr struggled so violently that the chair toppled over, and his face kissed the floor while weeping. Seeing this, the robbers laughed even harder.
"S-Soone… help… soone…"
"Hyahaha! 'God, help—' was it!"
"Hey, Boss. You, you wanna be a priest in the future, right? Won't you listen to him?"
"No, like I said. You guys, instead of doing sothing like that, go look for anything worth sothing."
However—
"Help… Lord Hartline…!"
When he heard Elr say sothing that could neither be a prayer nor a murmur, his eyebrows rose, and he glared at the fallen man.
"…HEY. You scum, what did you just say?"
The robbers, who had been joking around until then, suddenly beca all tense at once due to the leader's change of attitude.
"You scum, you said Hartline, didn't you? You said it, right? Motherducker."
The leader slowly walked up to the fallen Elr. The robbers shrugged their shoulders.
"Ah-ha. He snapped."
"In front of our boss, you can't say that na."
The previously ta leader had changed, and with bloodshot eyes, he kicked Elr in the stomach.
"Hartline, the champion!? Are you a fucking moron, scum!? There's no f-ing— way, he would BE— here, scum."
Elr was kicked again and again. The heavy sound of the foot reaching his internal organs continued unceasingly.
(S-Stop…! Elr… D-Don't kick him…!)
It was strange. Before she noticed, Duma felt that every kick that landed on Elr felt the sa way as she herself was being kicked.
(S-Stop… Stop…! Stop it… Stop it…)
Before long, inside of Duma's head. A voice repeated, becoming high-pitched and childish.
(Stop it!! Don't be cruel to Papa!!)
Just like that ti, Duma was shouting in an inaudible voice and couldn't reach them.
The leader, with an ogre-like face, put his hand on the sword sheathed at his waist.
"I'll make you the SA as that doll!"
The chieftain pulled the sword with a blade like a naginata from its scabbard.
(Don't! Stop it!)
Duma prayed silently. The doll herself couldn't move or speak. Still, she absolutely wanted to save Elr and prayed fervently with all her heart.
(Stop it! Don't bully Papa!)
Nevertheless, the man's sword still fell rcilessly on Elr.
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