Chapter 640 The Doll Wants to Rece Her


    Wynter scrutinized Dalton’s elegant and handsome face. “Tell us about it.”


    “Back then, our country’s puppet culture spread to Foplya.” Dalton’s voice was melodious as he


    effortlessly recounted the stories.


    “During a certain period, dolls held a special status among Foplya’s warrior families and aristocrats.


    They believed that dolls had Souls, capable of not only warding off misfortune but also boosting


    morale,” he exined casually.


    Wynter detected the crux of the issue. “How did they suddenlye to believe that dolls had souls?”


    “It’s hard to verify the specifics, but there’s a story. It’s said that a brother who was about to leave home


    brought back a wooden doll for his lonely sister.


    “The sister adored the doll, slept with it, and set a ce for it at meals. She even gave it a name. But


    not long after, she fell seriously ill. Despite efforts to save her, she passed away.


    “In order to keep the doll with her, her family sent it to a chapel to be worshipped by priests. Strangely,


    the


    doll’s hair grew over time, and its face began to resemble the girl more and more.”


    “Thus, the legend of the doll’s manifestation began. Some even worshipped it as a god, considering its


    tone remained nonchnt.


    origin from an ancient chapel.” Dalton


    Tobias‘ brain felt muddled upon hearing this. “So, does that mean the doll gained enlightenment from


    the


    priests‘ prayers?”


    “No.” Wynter, ever astute, pointed out the w in the story. “If the doll could truly ward off misfortune,


    the girl wouldn’t have fallen gravely ill and died aftering into contact with it.


    “The doll didn’te alive when it reached the chapel. It had been absorbing everything from the girl.


    since the beginning. Dolls should never be treated as living beings.


    “The girl had shown signs of abnormality from the start. The doll, however, was clever enough to


    understand that revealing itself at the time would have been risky.”


    At this point, Wynter paused. “Was this girl’s identity special?”


    “Yes, she was a noble.” Dalton seemed to think this detail was unimportant.


    Wynter smiled suddenly as she looked into his eyes. “The doll was good at choosing her owner. It


    gradually resembled the girl more and more. Eventually, it reced her, right?”


    Dalton knew Wynter was clever. She could discern the


    Cory’s ending from just a snippet.


    He chuckled softly. “Yes, her family was reluctant to part with her, and some old followers insisted that


    the doll was the continuation of the girl’s life.


    “Since then, it has been treated like a person and worshipped fervently. They firmly believe that only by


    worshipping it can they attain endless fortune and life.” Dalton brushed off nonexistent ashes from his


    suit


    Tobias was puzzled. “This sounds absurd.”


    “It’s just an evil spirit aspiring to be a god.” Wynter fiddled with her purple sugilite pendant. It was a


    gesture she often made when pondering. “It’s a bit troublesome.”


    She exined further, “Ordinary evil spirits are easy to deal with, but this wooden doll; having been


    worshipped and imbued with belief, is a bit more difficult to handle.”


    No wonder destroying it wasn’t the end.


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    Upon hearing that, Fabiah immediately looked at Wynter.