The Doll's Blood-Red Wish
The hypnosis chamber fell into a heavy silence, broken only by Carna’s ragged breathing and choked sobs. The horrifying truth that had poured from her lips—how a human being’s dignity could be so brutally trampled and violated—hung in the air like a curse. Camilla, seated on the sofa, had been listening to the entire confession with both hands covering her face, weeping alongside her. Karin, who had been standing, pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, unable to hide her shock. In her crimson eyes swirled an unbearable pity for Carna, along with a blind trust and sympathy for me—the one who had endured solitary torment as a brainwashed madman under that monstrous devil. Disgust for the Count came as an afterthought.
Soon enough, Karin steadied herself. She walked slowly toward the weeping Carna in my arms. Though she herself was nothing more than a pitiful prey gradually being tamed by me, her gaze carried the unyielding resolve of a knight’s daughter—a true female knight who could not tolerate injustice. With careful yet heavier and more serious tone than ever before, Karin spoke.
Carna lifted her hollow yet bloodshot eyes to look at Karin.
Karin clasped Carna’s ice-cold hands tightly and drove the wedge home.
It was not a question meant merely to comfort. It was the question of an executioner granting permission for bloody revenge to a doll whose shell alone remained. At Karin’s resolute demand, Carna’s tear-streaked face slowly turned toward the Count’s estate. In her unfocused blue eyes, the arrogance of the genius mage who had once trampled the Count in a duel and the eerie madness of a doll whose master’s love had been stolen began to flicker in grotesque fusion.
Carna’s lips trembled violently. Then a voice that seemed scraped up from the bottom of hell rang chillingly through the chamber.
Her grip on Karin’s hand tightened so fiercely that her nails dug into the back of it.
Bloody tears flowed from Carna’s eyes.
It was neither a noble revenge for a lover unjustly killed nor justice to restore her family’s honor. It was simply the most depraved and blind ‘blood-red wish’ of a doll—to destroy the master who had abandoned her and destroy herself along with him.
Karin’s eyes trembled finely as she heard that desperate wish. She had believed the Countess was nothing more than a meat doll that moved only at her master’s command. Yet the look in her eyes now was not that of a mere dominated doll, but of an independent woman burning with her own sincerity and craving revenge. While feeling pity for that destructive resolve, Karin could not suppress a deep inner admiration and asked urgently.
But Carna coldly pushed Karin’s hand away with her frozen fingers.
Carna stared at Karin with hollow yet chilling eyes and continued.
At that moment, Camilla, who had been sobbing on the sofa, rushed over with a deathly pale face and frantically covered Carna’s mouth.
Shaking like a leaf from her intense loathing toward the Count, Camilla trembled violently. Even though she had only followed my orders, the fact that the Count had seen her copulating with Carna like beasts filled her with unbearable shame.
At the corner of Carna’s mouth, still covered by Camilla’s hand, a smirk both cynical and arrogant—eerily reminiscent of my own—rose.
Carna roughly knocked Camilla’s hand away and spat out in a resolute voice.
Carna, flashing the sharp intellect that had once earned her the title of genius mage, gestured with her eyes toward the cold marble wall.
At her confident words, a flash of astonishment and faint hope crossed Karin’s crimson eyes.
Karin quickly turned her head and met my gaze. I pretended to be surprised, yet gave her a heavy nod in response to her look. Of course, I already knew all of this from the original work’s setting. But I acted as if I didn’t. Wearing the mask of an endlessly sorrowful and affectionate son, I calmly broke the silence.
I looked back and forth between Camilla and Carna as I suggested.
But Karin bit her lip as if hesitating.
Her voice grew wet with the miserable helplessness she felt as a daughter. I approached and gently cupped her cheek.
At my gentle yet firm request, Karin finally nodded with tears in her eyes. I signaled Camilla with my eyes to help Karin out of the room. With a heavy clunk, the massive chamber door closed. Inside, only Carna—glaring into empty space with bloodshot eyes and breathing harshly—and I remained.
The moment the door shut, I discarded without hesitation the ‘kind and sorrowful son’ mask I had worn until then. Then, in a cool yet merciful voice, I spoke to the woman sitting on the cold marble floor—my mother, or rather, the Count’s worn-out toy.
“……!”
Carna’s trembling blue eyes turned toward me. I leaned close to her ear and continued with a whisper as sweet and grotesque as a devil from hell.
At my bombshell declaration, Carna’s eyes shook violently as if struck by an earthquake.
I slowly rose to my feet and recited, briefly and clearly, my perfect plan to kill the Count and the role Carna would play in it. Using Emily as a deadly poison to push the Count’s complacency and arrogance to the extreme, then having Carna personally cut off the old bastard’s breath—a flawless revenge drama. As Carna listened quietly to the entire scheme, her lips trembled. She seemed to instinctively realize that the son before her was a far more cunning and terrifying abyss than the husband she had hated her entire life.
The instant I uttered the administrator keyword from the original work, an alien intelligence flashed in Carna’s eyes—different from when she was a doll, as if her original ego was awakening. But that was all. Her attitude and atmosphere did not change dramatically. It was only natural. For Carna, who had lived as a doll for over twenty long years, her ‘original ego’ and ‘doll ego’ had already fused perfectly long ago. Both the Carna whose ego had awakened now and the doll Carna who would open her mouth at my command were horribly twisted versions of herself.
In fact, even after I spoke the keyword, she simply let out a self-mocking laugh, then bit down hard on her blood-stained lips.
After all, every ego and every sincere feeling had been shredded; she was a broken doll with nothing left to lose. If she could tear the Count apart and kill him, selling her soul to the even greater devil before her was nothing.
Carna braced herself against the floor and slowly, unsteadily rose. The arrogance of the genius mage and the dignity of the Countess had both vanished from her eyes. Only a blood-red thirst for revenge and a fierce survival instinct remained.
Carna gave a faintly twisted smile and spat out in a beast-like voice.
The moment those words ended, the limit of the awakened doll arrived. A bug caused by the collision between the doll and her original ego that had been entangled for decades. The forced reset of Full Hypnosis Mode activated. The eyes that had burned with vengeance only moments ago suddenly turned dull and empty like glass marbles. Her body slowly collapsed, falling into my arms.
Soft, even breaths—. As if the hatred from before had been a lie, the doll slept deeply in her master’s embrace, letting out the most peaceful breathing in the world.
Yet beneath that surface, the Carna who vowed to kill her master, the desperate doll’s rage burning with jealous murderous intent, remained fully awake.
Finally. The moment the most lethal and perfect hunting dog that will tear Father apart bares its fangs in my hand.
The doll’s kill switch, activated solely to cut off the old Count’s breath. It was the birth of the most perfect and deadly hunting dog I had waited for ever since I decided to swallow the entire family whole.
I screamed with joy inside and pressed a deep, lingering kiss upon the forehead of the woman who would become my doll, now sleeping peacefully in my arms.