〜Marionette with snapped threads〜
Short Story
A story set in a solemn mansion in medieval Europe... Marry Odette, a servant with a strong loyalty to her master, was a fast worker and beautiful girl. In the mansion where a brutal political war was unfolding, she followed her master's orders to kill people who were inconvenient to her, and even put the blame on other inconvenient people... that's how she spent her days.
One day, rumors spread throughout the mansion that Marry was secretly operating, and she became a target due to suspicion.
"It's okay. I'll do something about it. My dear Marry."
The master embraced her, who was expressionless.
"Master..."
She wanted to hug him back with all her might, but she only gently put her arms around his waist.
The next day, a chandelier fell on Marry while she was cleaning, and she was seriously injured and taken to a hospital outside the mansion.
When she woke up, she realized that her right side was missing, and she was deeply despairing. However, in order to return to her master, she used prosthetic limbs and worked hard at rehabilitation, even though it felt like her body was being torn apart. It was a year after the accident that she left the hospital, able to move as well as she did when she had all her limbs.
Marry somehow managed to maintain her human form and returned to the mansion, but was shocked. Her master had taken several women as wives for diplomatic purposes.
"I've just returned, master..."
She held back her tears and pretended to be calm.
"I'm sorry I couldn't visit you. You're so wounded... welcome back."
The moment her master spoke those kind words to her and held her hand, Marry noticed she has loved him for long time in addition to her loyalty.
She returned to the fiercest political war, burying many people, including innocents, in the darkness. A colleague she trusted, a young boy, a pregnant woman with a child in her belly... her heart was worn out more and more.
Previously, her master had kept her warm when she was covered in blood, but now he was constantly being with his wives, and she was no longer even able to touch him.
Perhaps it was the curse of those she had killed, but Marry was growing colder and colder, until she was like a lifeless doll, even in her heart.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
...to be continued
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