The one who appeared before her was Dr. Frankenstein. He was the man who had created her, her father, the object of her hatred, her...
Why? What was going on?
"Black" Berserker was not surprised that he was here. What shocked her was the incomparably gentle smile on his face. From the moment she had first opened her eyes, the expression on her father's face had always been one of twisted disgust. She had thought he would bless her, but all that came from his mouth were words of abuse.
It had happened on a quiet night in November...
"Failure, failure, failure, failure, failure!"
"How could this happen? This thing is nothing but a useless wooden doll!"
"No emotions! Were the wires connected wrong!? Even the tear ducts don't work. At this rate, forget about being the perfect maiden Eve—she can't even be called human!"
Ah... so I was a failure.
She was not sad because she had been judged a failure. She was sad because her father, who was half-madly clawing at his own hair, looked so pitiful.
"I'm sorry, Father. I'm sorry, I'm a failure. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll change. I'll fix myself properly. So please don't be angry. Don't be angry, don't be angry, don't be angry..."
She clearly wanted to cry, yet for some reason, no tears came. It seemed that even her ability to cry was not functioning properly. Whenever she tried to comfort him as he drowned his sorrows in alcohol, he would push her away, beat her, and kick her flying.
She did not feel pain. But whenever he beat her... her heart would feel as though it were being tightly strangled, though she did not know why.
Seeing that her father remained consumed by regret even days later, the