Violet Eternal Garden Angel and Auto Memo Doll

Adele pointed to Violet's heart and said.

"If you want to understand your heart, start by being yourself, Violet. There is still a long way to go."

In the afternoon, Violet was carrying her suitcase. Before leaving, she looked at the sleeping officer and slowly bent down. This time the kiss did not land on the forehead, but on the lips.For some reason, Violet felt that the confusion in her heart was not so scary anymore.

"what is love?"

"Everyone has their own unique ideas, possessive, tolerant, accommodating, know each other, and stay together."

Immediately, Violet left the suitcase beside Adele, which contained her own typewriter.

"Sir, I seem to understand."

Violet has learned this, from her ghostwriting again and again, whether it's the battlefield, CH Post Company, Puppet Academy, or Roswell, she's learning every time, dispelling the strong feelings in her heart. Fog, until a ray of light breaks through the clouds and guides her way forward, although she can't come, she yearns for it.

"your Highness."

Facing the automatic memory doll standing in front of her, Charlotte got up lazily.

"Are you writing an open love letter again? Violet? Write whatever you want, start writing."

After speaking, he buried his head in his pillow again.

However, the expected click of the typewriter did not come, and Charlotte stood up again, only to find that Violet was still standing there, without the previous suitcase containing the typewriter in her hand.

"Hey, you won't forget about the typewriter, Violet, do you know what a serious mistake you made?"

"Your behavior is like a soldier on the battlefield without a gun."

Violet said.

"Forgive me, Your Highness Charlotte, I don't think there is anything wrong with not carrying a gun on the battlefield. Because my officer never carries a gun."

"That's not the problem!!!! You wood!!!"

The princess said angrily.

"Let me ask you! Without a typewriter, how do you write a love letter?"

Violet stepped aside, picked up a piece of paper and a pen and handed them to Charlotte.

"Please write down your heart, your heart to Prince Damian."

"What do you mean, automatic memory doll."

"The princess wants to know the other party's mind."

Violet held the letter with both hands and handed it to Charlotte.

"Then please, be yourself first."

"be myself?"

Charlotte pouted and took the letter paper, muttering.

"It can be..."

"What about the other party's puppet?"

Violet said.

"The other party's puppet, just so I am familiar with... I will contact her, and hope that all future public love letters can be written like this. Only the letters you write yourself can perfectly express your heart, This is unmatched by any ghostwriter.”

Charlotte was silent for a long time, then slowly put the pen on the letter paper, stroke by stroke, and began to write seriously.

His Royal Highness Damien Bader Fluegel:

Do you still remember that night, under the crabapple tree, I was crying?

At that time, when you saw me crying sadly, you actually laughed out loud, which made me very annoyed.But then, you let me keep crying and not caring about other people and that shitty party, and honestly, I'm really happy.

I remember all your tenderness at that time.

Signed: Charlotte Abelfreya Drossel

"I wrote it, it would have been better without you, Violet..."

Charlotte mumbled as she handed the letter to the doll, and Violet said with a smile.

"No, Your Highness, you have done a good job."

Looking at Violet's smiling face, Charlotte was stunned.

"You...can laugh?"

Violet kept the corners of her mouth raised, and nodded slightly at Charlotte.

"Hey doll, you know what?"

Charlotte raised her fan and pointed at Violet.

"You are really beautiful when you smile."

This public love letter is a little different, it is handwritten.The people were talking about it and didn't know what happened, but Shikali, the top doll exclusive to the royal family, appeared at the public reading of the love letter instead of usual, and seemed to be very interested in the love letter this time.

"It's really you, that girl named Violet."

After the letter was sent, the convenience sent a reply soon. Charlotte couldn't wait to open the letter and read the contents above.

"I remember that day, I saw you in the garden, because you did something similar to your age, I thought you were cute, so I smiled unconsciously, there was no malice, if you offend Her Royal Highness, please forgive me rude."

"Although my title and status is that of a prince, I am not what everyone expects. Don't mistake me for a mature man. I don't even know if I am worthy of your entrustment."

"I only met once that night, what kind of person are you?"

Shikali crossed her arms, closed her eyes and listened to the clear, emotional reading. The people around clapped their hands excitedly, admiring the beauty of the two love letters.

"That's great, it's like a love letter written by two people carefully!"

"Great! Your Highness Charlotte!"

Looking up at the photocopied copy of the cup of letter paper that was circulated everywhere, Shikali also came with one, and she couldn't help sighing as she read the contents on it.

"Humph."

"With you, Violet."

"Even if I am a ghostwriter myself, I don't know if I can come up with this method to let two people write letters in person to convey their emotions. This can indeed surpass anything written by any other person's ghostwriter."

Holding the copy in her hand, Shikali lit a cigarette and walked silently towards the palace.

"Go and give a copy to that guy Etil."

"I don't know how happy she is to see that little thing grow."

under the crabapple tree

"I love to cry, and I have a bad temper. I'm definitely not the ideal woman in your heart."

"I have a younger sister, and I'm used to crying girls, but I'm not a great person. I'm sad, I'm lost, I have my own emotions, and I'm not a man you can fall in love with."

The two letters were passed between the two countries one after another, as if two people in love were telling each other's whispers in their hearts.In the heart of the other party, this letter after letter is really as if the two are facing each other and talking happily.

"Actually, I've already fallen in love with you, Your Highness Damian."

"Is it because of these love letters? These are written by the automatic memory doll, not by myself. I don't have such a good literary talent."

"No, the reason why I fell in love with you is because of you who touched my head and comforted me that day four years ago under the crabapple flowers."

"This is the only time, I have always, always, cherished it like a gem."

"I'm a rough man, I don't understand women's thoughts, maybe I will leave you to hunt, and I will definitely disappoint you. When you grow up, you will definitely meet a man who is better than me."

"With all due respect, what is a better man? Rich? Handsome? In my heart, an excellent man is a man who treats me seriously with his original attitude, and calls himself A man who is not a good man! As far as I know, there is only you, only you, that’s fine! If you want to hunt! I’ll go with you! Don’t underestimate Princess Drossel!”

As letters are exchanged between the two countries one by one, people seem to be more respectful of the love letters of this dialogue mode. The public love letters of the two countries have become a kind of entertainment and pastime that breaks the cycle of day after day. After watching the princess and the prince write letters in person, more and more people paid attention to this matter.

"I once thought of something."

Shikali sat next to Aidier, and placed the bitter medicine prepared by the doctor in the palace on the table.

"Why is a puppet like you willing to commit to one person and accompany her through ups and downs without any complaints."

"I found out later that it seems that I underestimated that little girl."

Picking up the soup medicine, Shikali handed the spoon to Adele's mouth, and slowly fed the medicine to the other side along the gap in his mouth.

"Drink it, the good medicine tastes bitter."

"All the best doctors in the palace can't see what's wrong with you, they can only prescribe you some tonics."

Shikali blew the liquid medicine in the spoon to cool down, and continued to feed it to Adele patiently.

"The little girl next to you has recently become the center of attention in the puppet circle. Even automatic memoization dolls from other countries already know the name Violet, and even members of the royal family who are at the same level as me Even, they all sent me letters, wanting to know more about this puppet whose flower name is Violet, which I have never heard of before."

"She's famous."

"You should have nothing to worry about."

Adele stared blankly at the front all the time, and as the hands of the clock pointed to eleven o'clock, she subconsciously wanted to get up and cook for Violet.

"If you're sick like this, why are you still getting up?"

Shikali slowly let Adele lie down, turned around by herself, and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll make her lunch today."

At this time, Etil's weak voice came, and Shikali turned her head, looked into those godless eyes, and listened to the other party's words.

"Sometimes, I wonder too."

"Why are you being so gentle to me, Your Excellency Shikali Ovilia."

Shikali took out a cigarette from her pocket, and as the flame rose, she took a deep breath of smoke, and then spit out a few smoke rings.

"I just, think you're stupid."

"Idiots need someone to cover them."

Afterwards, Hikali walked out of the room silently, and as the door closed tightly, the royal doll finally let out a heavy sigh.

"pity......"

"It's a pity for such a good person..."

"Serve her for a while, save me and regret it."

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground angrily, Shikali raised her foot and stomped hard.

"With her dead, the world will be much less warm."

"As for that puppet named Violet, can she go on the road to the future by herself?"

"Ridiculous and fragile love, in exchange for the most noble sacrifice."

Hikali came to the kitchen, beat the eggs skillfully, cut the meat and deboned, and under her busy work, a mashed potato with gravy and fried egg was ready.

"Almost vegetables."

"Let's make some soup."

Shikali usually cooks whatever is convenient, as long as she can eat enough, but after seeing Adele cooking for Violet, she also began to take it seriously.

"Fry two more slices of bacon, it's a bit like breakfast, it doesn't matter."

Arriving in front of Adele with a steaming meal, Shikali looked at the time and knew that Violet was coming back, so she immediately got up and said goodbye to Adele.

"I'm leaving first, automatic memoization doll, the days of ghostwriting are coming to an end, this parting, I don't know if we can see you again."

Shikali lowered her head, not daring to look at the other person's face, she was afraid that Adele would see her appearance at this time.

"Maybe saying these words, you will think that I am worthless, but..."

Shikali shook her head and said.

"I don't really want you to leave."

"Based on your physical condition, this farewell is likely to be a farewell forever."

Etil looked at Shikali's appearance at this time, smiled and waved to her, beckoning her to come over.

"What are you doing?"

When Shikali came over, Etil raised his hand and slowly stroked the other's head.

"Miss Hicari, you are so gentle."