Team villains except me

Chapter 553 I am really willful

Dooku was not good at expressing love with words.

Even in such a sad context, Dooku remained silent for a long time after saying the word "love".

Irene waited for Dooku to speak again. She listened quietly to the various tiny noises in the image stone. She and Hugh had gone out to wait for Nolvia, Garcia and Elliott were making dinner, and Fianna, Zhu Ying, and Yalinxiu were all in the living room...

Dooku was in his room, ready to tell everything he had experienced before, as frankly as if he were cutting himself open.

"I am Dooku. I... the first thing I saw was my master. The Abyss is dark. I have no room, no bed.

My master said I was a failure. I was a flawed puppet. He didn't like me. He felt I shouldn't have flaws. He hoped I could become a perfect puppet.

He often cut me. Sometimes he was kind to me. But most of the time, I lay on a metal table. He would use instruments to cut me apart. They were cold, but not painful. The knives were sharp. They were quick, and there were also reagents. If I drank them, the pain would go away. Sometimes it would hurt, but if I lost consciousness, I wouldn't be able to give the master an accurate response. So the master wouldn't let me drink them often.

I'm ugly. My master hates seeing me. He often sees me and scolds me. Sometimes he deliberately pours reagents on my face. Sometimes, when he gets angry, he whips me. It doesn't hurt. Maybe it's because I'm a puppet.

But why, even though I'm a puppet, do I bleed? My master gave me a name. The other puppets, who don't look like me, don't have names. My master hates me deeply. He always beats and kicks me. I know sometimes he doesn't want to experiment, but he still wraps a rope around my neck.

I couldn't breathe. Sometimes, I had questions. When I raised them, the master flew into a rage. Then, he would erase my memory. When I woke up, I knew nothing, but my clothes were very tight. They stuck to the wound, growing together, and I couldn't take them off. It hurt a little.

My master broke my leg. He wanted to experiment with new techniques. In his eyes, I saw myself growing up.

This is my childhood memory.

I... wasn't always like this. Master wasn't the worst to me. I was lucky... the other, unconscious puppets were all destroyed. But, unlike me, they sometimes feel very cold. I can't sleep. Master said, I'm a puppet, not a human, so I don't need a room, a bed, or respect. But the abyss is so dark and cold, only my blood is warm. Master's hands are sometimes warm too. But I can't touch Master.

Sometimes, people fall from the abyss. Some die quickly, while others are imprisoned by their masters. They're like me, the master says, puppets too. They talk to me, and I love them.

But the master told me to deal with them, like dumb puppets. They said I was indeed a puppet without emotions.

I couldn't sleep. I was terrified. I secretly learned how to make a puppet. When the master found out, he was furious. I lost my memory again. But when I woke up again, the master was much nicer to me. I had a stone bed and a room where the puppets used to be. The master began to let me help him, teaching me a lot about puppetry. He also began to tell me about the outside world.

But his temper got worse. Sometimes he wanted to get rid of me. Sometimes he said I shouldn't have existed, that I was a puppet with bad luck.

He wouldn't let me show my face. He said it would make him vomit. That's why he used scissors and reagents to change my face. But no matter how he did it, it still made him sick. He told me that those I disposed of were humans who were different from me. He said I was different from them. He made me remember the feeling of killing. He said I couldn't have emotions because I was an inferior, deformed thing.

I often can't sleep. In my dreams, I feel very cold. But I don't want to wake up.

The master wanted to leave the abyss. But he wanted to test it first. Those who fell into it couldn't leave. They were thrown into it by the master, and when they fell back, they were all cold.

The master said it was time for me to leave. He said if I died, that would be my fate. If I left, I couldn't tell anyone about the Abyss. He wanted to know what abilities the puppeteers out there had. He said if he wanted me to disappear, I would, because I was his puppet.

He said I'd been doomed from the moment I came into being. No one would like me. He said if I told anyone about the Abyss, about my origins, they would be cursed and become a puppet like me, or die. The Master was powerful. He controlled the Abyss. If the Master disapproved, I couldn't leave the Abyss.

I'm afraid you'll be hurt by your master. You haven't asked me if I'm happy, because my past hasn't been anything that could make you happy. It's not interesting. I don't want to see your eyes sad because of me. I think that hurts more than the wound.

I don't want to return to the abyss. I feel like maybe I'm not a puppet. I dare not say I love you... Puppets have no feelings. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve this. But you care about me. I'm a very powerful puppeteer. I got the chance to go first, and I'm amazing. I'm a puppeteer, and I'm amazing. When I'm with you, no matter what I do, I'm amazing. I'm not ugly, and you like me.

As long as I'm by your side, I can fall asleep without any incense. I want to be with you forever. I know you want me to stop getting hurt because of you. You want me to be free.

I know all of this. But I don't want you to get hurt because of me. That would be more sad than if I were hurt myself.

The master wanted to control the entire continent. He created a puppet and came to the abyss, intending to do something very bad.

I wonder if I'm really a puppet. I don't want to bring you misfortune. But I know you'll be worried about me. I think by the time you see this image stone, I'll have already reached the abyss. I don't think anything will happen to me. I can already judge my master's emotions. Am I starting to resemble you?

I'm not a heartless monster. I want to work hard for you. I want to give my all. I want to sacrifice for you. Even if I die, I'll be happy. I know you'll shed tears for me. You'll remember me forever. I will never be a despicable monster. No one will use me as a weapon against you.

I'll be fine. Master, he's unwilling to destroy me. I've always worried that Master would call me back to the abyss. You're worried about me too. I want to solve this problem. I've been preparing for it for a long time. I've worked on many projects for the academy. I'm sad every night because I can't go home. But if I can solve Master, I can always be at home with you.

You will be angry. But if I return safely, with my freedom, you will praise me and forgive me. As long as I think of such a scene, I will not be afraid of anything.

"Dooku, it's time for dinner. Nolvia is back and she's left presents under that tree. There are more prizes for your treasure hunt."

The voice of Zhue suddenly appeared.

Aelin paused, then gasped for air. Dooku's words were halting, but he never stopped. In every pause, he concealed a more serious wound from his past. He brought up the parts of his past that he thought would least hurt them, yet they were still shocking.

"...Okay. Right away."

Dooku spoke nervously, turning the Image Stone around and hiding it behind the hat he was wearing.

"Can I come in?"

Zhu Yi did not leave immediately.

Even through a door, Zhu's voice was still clear.

Dooku pushed the Image Stone again before carefully opening the door.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to check your coat for candy wrappers. Garcia is Elliott's accomplice, so you're a suspect too. When Norvia comes back, I'm going to look through her coat too."

"Nolvaya doesn't. And I don't either. My coat is here."

There were footsteps, the rustling of a coat, and Dooku's breathing.

"You are cleared of suspicion, Dooku."

Zhu Yi still didn't leave.

"You haven't been in good spirits since returning from Abesgar. What's there to be afraid of? There's nothing in this world I can't kill. No matter what kind of filth your 'grandfather' is, he can't hurt you.

We all have ways to protect you."

"I know."

"There's nothing in that heart-shaped gift box."

"Zhu Yi, you, cheated."

"Heh, this is cheating. You didn't intend to put a gift in it, or is it that this gift itself has no carrier? ... So annoying. I can't even speak normally now! That damn Kabra!"

"sorry."

"Who are you apologizing for? Kabra? What relationship do you have with her that you need to apologize on her behalf? Besides, am I angry?"

Dooku said nothing more.

Zhu Qi sneered and left, and she gave Dooku one last reminder.

"Garcia made fish stew tonight. Watch it while you eat. Remember to sit next to Elliott, he can pick out the fish bones for you... Well, it doesn't matter where you sit. That kind of fish doesn't have many bones, so I can help you with it reluctantly."

"……it is good."

Zhui closed the door.

Dooku picked up the Image Stone. His face finally appeared on screen.

With tears in her eyes, Erin touched Dooku in the image stone.

"How foolish! Dooku, you're a puppeteer, but you can't even tell the front and back of the Image Stone. Just because you didn't make it yourself, you can't figure out how to use it?"

...That means Dooku doesn't want them to see him in his current state.

Dooku stared intently at the Image Stone, believing it couldn't capture him. He held it carefully in both hands, pursing his lips, feeling a little nervous.

"Can you please not be angry with me? Forgive me. I will definitely come home safely. Wait until I get home."

Dooku pressed a button on the Image Stone. But the recording didn't end.

Erin saw Dooku smile slightly in the picture. His dimples were shallow, a symbol of happiness on his face.

"I'm so willful."

……

"I'm telling you, Spider-Woman, the reason Dooku dared to do this is because of Nolvia and the others. I read a few books about family relationships and personal growth for Arlinxiu. They say you shouldn't be too protective of children."

Ellit crossed her arms and analyzed with Spider the main reason why Dooku did this. Spider was busy on her way. She looked at the succubus whose waist was tied by her flower vines with her dark eyes and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Protecting him but not you? You and Dooku are the same. Do you think you don't belong to 'Shutt and the others'? You also indulge Dooku."

"Huh? I wasn't the one picking Dooku's fish bones tonight, was I?"

“…He just happened to sit next to me today.”

"Zhu Yi, you're not much better."

"Each each other."

Zhu Qi no longer paid attention to Elliott, but Elliott still felt uneasy.

"Zhu Yi, what do you think is in that heart-shaped gift box? Could it really be Dooku's last words?"

"If you can't speak human language, just shut up, Elliott."

"Oh, only the forest witch can speak human language, and only you have emotional intelligence."

Spider's long dark green hair fluttered in the wind, and she calmly let the flower vines wrap around Elliott a little tighter.

"My main strength is my intelligence. There was nothing in the gift box before dinner, but when Irene took it away, I heard something rolling back and forth. Judging from Dooku's behavior today, the gift box should contain Dooku's past."

Elliott fell silent.

He kept silent about his past. He would rather let his teammates go to the northern continent to explore their past than to mention what happened to him in the past.

Elliott thought that Dooku seemed to have a bit more courage than him, and that they were about the same level of willfulness. So what? As his teammate, he had to be aware of this.

The races that are loved are always fearless, whether they are succubi or the Abyss Clan...even puppets are the same.

He understood Dooku.

Elliott thought again of the scars on Dooku's face that were slowly healing, and the layers of scars on his arms.

More than these.

He always brought back the designer's creations. Sometimes he would ask Dooku to try them on. Dooku always refused, but he was a succubus who could see through people's minds, and he was undoubtedly loved. He had countless ways to make Dooku agree.

He let Dooku wear the designer's clothes as he wished, but he could clearly see that scars were piled up on the exposed skin of Dooku.

How many injuries must have been sustained to leave such deep scars? How many times had he been abused to wear a mask and a cloak all year long?

He did indulge Dooku.

He hated Dooku's "grandfather" with a passion.