𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕪 [𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚] ʙᴏᴏᴋ2

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟷𝟿 - 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢

wanderer huffed as he pets raven, deep in thoughts. he accepted that childe is gone and he can't do anything about it. "..you didn't betray me. how could i ever think you'd betray me." he muttered, feeling the cool air on his face.

he sighed and bring raven to it's own bed before going to childe's work room. he take in the surroundings, the shelves full with plants that are now dead and metal materials.

he take a closer look at the materials and furrowed his brows.

these are.. the same materials to make a divine puppet.. how did he manage to get his hands on these..

wanderer thought as he look around a bit more. he went to childe's desk and look at all the paperwork before stumbling upon a blueprint.

huh.. what's this..

he picked up the blueprint and unroll it, looking what's inside. his eyes widened as he sees a design for a puppet.

it wrote 'final design' at the bottom left of the blueprint. he fumbled on a few more papers and blueprints, looking at the old designs that the ginger made. and one paper had the plans for the colors of the puppet.

wanderer then noticed a few letters under a stack of books at took them to read what's written on the letters..

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letter 1-

designing is not as easy as i thought. but if i keep trying, i'll be able to learn a new skill. the materials were taken from the shogun after a deal was made. thankfully shitoma didn't ask what i had taken in today.. i didn't want to spoil the surprise.

letter 2-

i wanted to make 2 puppets, but i think that would be too much responsibilities. after all, being a busy parent would make a big distance.. i didn't want that. one is enough and is good for both me and shitoma. if i mange to make one and surprise shitoma, i'm sure he'd be happy but still would nag me for not letting him know.

letter 3-

i had decided the design i want to make and his colors. afterwards are his clothes.. can't leave our future child naked and cold. i really hope i would have enough time before finishing him up and showing shitoma the finished product..

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wanderer read the letters one by one and he looks at the blueprint.

"say you didn't want to make a distance from our child.. yet you already are distanced 6ft under." wanderer said. although, he is a bit surprised that childe made all this.

"..i wonder.. is this why you've been so tired all the time.." he muttered and read the last letter.

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letter 4-

i have a deep feeling that i'd lose my life soon.. i made a puppet- similar to me. we looked identical which is a bit scary... but if something ever happened to me, the puppet is here to take my soul. as a soul, i will travel all the way here to possess that very puppet.

i know you'd read this one day, shitoma. please, do not be scared nor sad if i ever lose my life. in favor, please finish up our son. i want you to have someone to be around with. i already have dottore make it's program.. the card is in a small gold box.

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Wanderer held the last letter in trembling hands, tears welling up in his eyes as he read Childe's final words. The revelation that Childe had foreseen his own death and prepared for it with such care and love overwhelmed him. He carefully set the letter down and looked around the room, his gaze falling on the small gold box mentioned in the letter.

Taking a deep breath, Wanderer walked over to the desk and opened the box. Inside, he found a card with intricate circuitry—Dottore's handiwork, no doubt. This was the final piece needed to complete the puppet.

Wanderer picked up the card and examined it closely, feeling a mix of awe and sorrow. Childe had gone to great lengths to ensure that he wouldn't be alone, even in death. This puppet was more than just a project; it was a testament to Childe's love and dedication.

He set the card aside and began gathering the materials and blueprints. Determination filled him as he realized what he needed to do. "Alright, Ajax. I'll finish what you started," he whispered, his voice steady despite the tears that threatened to fall. "I'll make sure our son is everything you hoped for."

Wanderer spent the next few days working tirelessly, carefully following Childe's notes and designs. Each step of the process felt like a connection to Childe, a way to honor his memory and love. Raven often sat nearby, watching with curious eyes as Wanderer assembled the puppet piece by piece.

the puppet small, the size of a child. it's hair similar to childe's along with wanderer's purple hair as it's hair streaks. wanderer put together each piece carefully and finished it up.

With the final piece in place, Wanderer stepped back to admire his work. The puppet looked almost lifelike, a perfect blend of Childe's and his own features. He could see the care and thought Childe had put into every detail, from the choice of materials to the intricate designs. It was a testament to the love Childe had for both of them.

Wanderer took a deep breath and inserted the card into the puppet, watching as it began to whirr to life. The puppet's eyes slowly opened, revealing a familiar warmth. It looked up at Wanderer, blinking as it adjusted to its surroundings.

"Hello," Wanderer said softly, kneeling down to be at eye level with the puppet. "I'm Wanderer. You can call me... Father, if you like."

The puppet's eyes lit up with recognition and it smiled, a gentle and innocent expression. "Hello, Father," it said in a soft voice. "I'm happy to meet you."

Tears welled up in Wanderer's eyes as he reached out to gently touch the puppet's cheek. "I'm happy to meet you too," he whispered. "You're a very special creation, you know that?"

The puppet nodded, looking around the room with curiosity. "Where is the other one? The one who made me?"

Wanderer's heart ached at the question, but he kept his voice steady. "He's not here right now. But he loves you very much and worked very hard to make sure you would be here with me."

The puppet seemed to process this information, then nodded again. "I understand. I will be good and make him proud."

Wanderer smiled through his tears. "I'm sure you will. Now, let's get you settled in. There's a lot for you to learn, and I'll be here to help you every step of the way."

days passed as wanderer and the puppet- who he decided to name zen, spend their days together.

Zen adapted quickly, his curiosity and eagerness to learn filling the void left by Childe's absence. Wanderer found solace in teaching Zen about the world, sharing stories of his and Childe's adventures, and watching as Zen absorbed every detail with wide-eyed wonder.

One evening, as they sat together by the window, Zen looked up at the moon and asked, "Father, can you tell me more about the one who made me?"

Wanderer smiled gently, his heart warming at the question. "Of course, Zen. His name was Ajax, but most people knew him as Childe. He was a brave and strong warrior, but he also had a kind heart. He cared deeply for us and wanted to make sure we were never alone."

Zen listened intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of awe and curiosity. "Did he love you very much, Father?"

Wanderer nodded, his gaze distant as he remembered the many moments they had shared. "Yes, he did. And I loved him just as much. He was always thinking of ways to protect and take care of us, even when he wasn't here."

Zen reached out and took Wanderer's hand, his touch small but comforting. "I will do my best to make both of you proud."

Wanderer squeezed Zen's hand gently, feeling a surge of pride and love for the little puppet. "I know you will, Zen. And you already have."

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