HAfter three more days of his time

HAfter three more days of his time with Violet went by, Oscar got on his feet again. What he had gained inspiration for had been a specific scene.
The story Oscar was having Violet write was about the adventures of a lone girl. Said girl, who had left home, visited many lands, came in contact with many people and witnessed many occurrences, thus growing up. The girl’s motif was his diseased daughter.
At the end of it all, the girl returned to the home she had parted from. Her father had awaited her there, and could not tell if it was really her, as she had changed so much. The sad girl begged him to remember, reminding him of a promise they had exchanged in the past – to try crossing the lake close to their house by walking on the decayed leaves that fell on the water.
“Humans can’t walk on water.”
“I just want the image. I’ll make the girl be assisted by the blessing she had earned from a water spirit in the middle of her adventure.”
“Even so, I’m not cut for this. The girl from the story is vivacious and charmingly innocent. That’s unlike everything I am.” The Auto-Memories Doll argued.
Oscar had Violet put on clothes that imitated his main character and asked her if she could play around a little at the lakeshore. He had already made her do cleaning, laundry and other house chores, and on top of it, asked for such a favor. It was as if she was a factotum.
Even as Violet was a percipient professional woman, she mused in surprise, “What a troublesome person…”
“Your hair color… may be a little different, but it’s blond, just like my daughter was. If you put on a one-piece, surely…”
“Master, I am but a secretary. An Auto-Memories Doll. I’m not your wife or concubine. Nor can I become a replacement.”
“I-I know that. I wouldn’t have that kind of interest in a girl like you. It’s just… your appearance… if my daughter was alive, I think… she’d have grown into someone sort of like that.”
Violet’s firm rejection crumbled at that.
“I really did think you were being too stubborn… so your young lady has passed away?” she bit her lip lightly. Her face seemed to show her conscience was conflicted.
During these few days, Oscar had become able to understand one thing about her. That is, how Violet would stick to what was considered ‘righteous’ when she was torn between good or bad things.
“I’m an Auto-Memories Doll… I want to grant my clients’ wishes… but this one violates my work regulations…”

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HAfter three more days of his time with Violet went by, Oscar got on his feet again. What he had gained inspiration for had been a specific scene.The story Oscar was having Violet write was about the adventures of a lone girl. Said girl, who had left home, visited many lands, came in contact with many people and witnessed many occurrences, thus growing up. The girl’s motif was his diseased daughter.At the end of it all, the girl returned to the home she had parted from. Her father had awaited her there, and could not tell if it was really her, as she had changed so much. The sad girl begged him to remember, reminding him of a promise they had exchanged in the past – to try crossing the lake close to their house by walking on the decayed leaves that fell on the water.“Humans can’t walk on water.”“I just want the image. I’ll make the girl be assisted by the blessing she had earned from a water spirit in the middle of her adventure.”“Even so, I’m not cut for this. The girl from the story is vivacious and charmingly innocent. That’s unlike everything I am.” The Auto-Memories Doll argued.Oscar had Violet put on clothes that imitated his main character and asked her if she could play around a little at the lakeshore. He had already made her do cleaning, laundry and other house chores, and on top of it, asked for such a favor. It was as if she was a factotum.Even as Violet was a percipient professional woman, she mused in surprise, “What a troublesome person…”"Mái tóc của bạn màu sắc... có thể một chút khác nhau, nhưng đó là vàng, cũng giống như con gái của tôi đã. Nếu bạn đặt một mảnh, chắc chắn... ""Sư phụ, tôi chỉ là một thư ký. Một con búp bê tự động-những kỷ niệm. Tôi không phải là vợ hoặc vợ lẽ. Cũng có thể trở thành một sự thay thế.""Tôi-tôi biết điều đó. Tôi sẽ không có loại đó quan tâm đến một cô gái như bạn. Nó chỉ là... sự xuất hiện của bạn... nếu con gái của tôi là còn sống, tôi nghĩ rằng... cô nào đã phát triển thành một loại như vậy. "Màu tím của công ty từ chối sụp đổ vào đó."Tôi thực sự đã nghĩ rằng bạn đang quá bướng bỉnh... do đó, bạn gái trẻ đã qua đời?" cô cắn môi của cô nhẹ. Khuôn mặt của cô dường như hiển thị của mình, lương tri con người mâu thuẫn.Trong những ngày, Oscar đã trở thành có thể hiểu một điều về cô ấy. Có nghĩa là, làm thế nào màu tím sẽ dính vào những gì được coi là 'chính đáng' khi cô bị xé giữa những điều tốt hay xấu."Tôi là một con búp bê tự kỷ niệm..." Tôi muốn để cấp mong muốn khách hàng của tôi... nhưng một trong những vi phạm quy chế làm việc của tôi..."