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Violet Evergarden
ヴァイオレット・エヴァーガーデン

“Auto Memories Doll.” It’s already been a long time since that
name was first popularized. It’s a machine that Dr. Orlando created
that talks in a natural voice. At first, he only made it to help out his
loving wife, but before long they spread out into the world. and
companies were made to lend them out.

“I’m Violet Evergarden, the Auto Memories Doll who will rush to
provide service anywhere you wish.“

That translucent voice comes from a robotic beautiful girl with

blonde hair and blue eyes like she came out of a storybook.

Author(s): Akatsuki Kana

Artist(s): Takase Akiko
Year: 2015
Country: Japan
Genres: Adventure, Drama, Fantasy, Romance, Sci-fi, Slice of Life
Tags: Adapted to Anime, Automatons, Award-winning Work,
Beautiful Female Lead, Episodic, Female Protagonist, Multiple POV
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DATE CREATED: 2019-03-23
LANGUAGE: English

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Vol. 1 Chapter 0: Prologue

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Chapter Prologue

Prologue: “The Auto Memories Doll”

Some time has passed since this term was all the rage. The first
one was created by Dr. Orlando, the world’s authority on
automatons. It all began when his wife Molly, a novelist, complained
of her clouding vision. Molly, having devoted most of her life to her
words, was crestfallen as they faded away from her. Once reduced to
blindness, it seemed as if her strength also was wasting away. Dr.
Orlando could not bear to see his dear wife this way, and as such he
devised the Auto Memories Doll. It was a contraption capable of
recording a person’s spoken words: a “borrowed pen,” as it were.
At the time, the doctor had meant it merely a creation for his
dearest, but the model quickly spread, and soon such dolls were
acting to support myriad other people. Today Auto Memories Dolls
are widely known, even available for rental at a modest price.

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Vol. 1 Chapter 1 Part 1

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Roswell was a city of green, ensconced in the beauty of nature. It

bared itself among the foothills of tall mountains. Among those of
ample resource, Roswell was known as a summer retreat; a town of
villas and cottages, homes away from home.

In spring, the landscapes burst with flowers, bringing light to their

admirers’ eyes. In summer, hikers there sought a moment of respite
beside the city’s famed waterfall, well-loved for ages. In autumn, the
rain of leaves softened the heart, and in winter the world itself was
bestowed a mute tranquility. Each season’s flourish on stage was
distinct; it was a land magnanimous upon the eyes of visitors at any
time of year.

Vacation homes throughout the town formed a swatch of

variegated wooden rooftops, both big and small. Land there was not
cheap. Simply owning a home in Roswell was a sufficient sign of
affluence.

In the city’s heart, countless shops courted one main throughway

and catered to endless tourists. During holidays, this corridor was
inevitably thronged with shoppers, and the people created a fabric of
cacophony appropriate to city life, each weaving his happy bustle
into the song of the street. The wares set out were nothing to scoff
at–far from so, in fact, given the town’s remote location.

Most residents of Roswell sought convenience and so built their

villas in the city proper. Those who settled elsewhere were the town
eccentrics.

It was now autumn in Roswell. Cirrocumulus wafted in ripples high

up in the sky. Far removed from the foothills was a small lake, an

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almost forgotten stop along the town’s busy tourist circuit. One small
cottage stood quietly by its waters.

Viewed with kindness, it was a vintage home bearing a

distinguished facade. To less forgiving eyes, the house was a
monument to disrepair, long abandoned by human hands. One first
had to pass under its arched gates, white now only by virtue of their
long companionship with the sun. From there, a short path led
through a garden buried in weeds and nameless flowers. Finally, at
the path’s end, the home itself came into view.

The red brick walls were in such decay that one could only
conclude the owner had no intent of ever patching them. Here and
there a roof tile was split, once-orderly ranks now cruelly
dismembered.

Immediately next to the entrance, vines had coiled themselves in

knots about a swing, ensuring that it would swing no more. It was
both evidence of a child and evidence that the child was certainly
here no longer.

The owner of the house was a man in the prime of life. His name
was Oscar.

He was a screenwriter working without pretense of nom de plume.

His hair was red with a curl, and his black-rimmed glasses could
hardly contain the thick lenses with which they had been charged.
Oscar’s back was slightly hunched, but his face was fresh, lending
him an air of youthfulness belying his real age. Sensitive to the cold,
he was never without a sweater. All in all, Oscar was an
unremarkable man, hardly seeming fit to be the hero of any story.

To Oscar, this house was not a villa. Quite simply, Roswell was
home, and it was in this house that Oscar lived.

It was built to house not him alone, but also his wife and young
daughter. The rooms had been quite spacious for three, but now they

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were used by only one. Oscar lived alone. Both his wife and child had
already departed for the other world.

The wife had succumbed to an illness with a name so meandering

it was hard to even remember.

To put it simply, her blood had coagulated in her veins, blocking

them. Death quickly followed. The condition was genetic. Her father,
too, had suffered that fate.

Oscar had known his wife was an orphan. He’d heard her plaintive
story of the many from her family who had died young. But it was

At the funeral, her close friend had confided in Oscar. “She was
frightened. She thought if it were known, no one would ever
want to marry her. So she kept it hidden.” When the words hit
Oscar’s ears, only one thought echoed through his mind: “Why?”

“Why? Why? Why?”

All you had to do was say it. You could have shared anything with
me.

There’s so much we could have done. We could have searched

together for a cure. We had all this useless excess of money to throw
at it.

It was clear that Oscar’s wife had not married him for his money.
They’d met before his break as a screenwriter. She was a librarian at
the library he frequented. And in any case, it was Oscar himself who
first began to stare.

How pretty, he’d thought.

And she’s the one in charge of the new arrivals corner. It always
has such good books.

As he fell in love with her books, so too did he fall in love with her.

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“Why?” The question echoed some hundred million times. It
swirled around his mind, then finally vanished.

His wife’s friend was an accomplished woman. While Oscar’s heart

floundered in the wake of loss, she worked vigorously to attend to
the young daughter who had been left in Oscar’s care. Left to
himself, the man would go all day without eating, so she brought
warm food to their home. The girl, in turn, sobbed for her missing
mother, so with her she sat, gently tying the girl’s hair in braids as
her mother used to do.

Perhaps, for a brief moment, there had been a spark of love

between Oscar and this woman. Late one night, when Oscar’s
daughter had been sick in bed with a fever and had suddenly begun
to vomit uncontrollably, it was she who rushed the girl to the
hospital. And it was she, not Oscar, who first learned that the girl was
afflicted with the same ailment.

From there, the disease progressed gradually. But for Oscar, it was
all much too fast.

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Vol. 1 Chapter 1 Part 2

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Desperate to avoid a repeat of their recent tragedy, Oscar turned

to the finest physicians from across the land. They moved from one
great hospital to the next. Oscar implored each doctor they met, and
through his appeals learned of a new, experimental treatment. The
decision seemed an easy one.

Yet every herb has its demons. The girl clamored with each
swallow, a sight which ate away at her doting father as the days of
treatment stretched on.

The new treatment seemed to have no effect on her symptoms.

Having no further recourse, the doctors declared it a lost cause and
withdrew from the fight.

Oscar became plagued with the absurd notion that his lonely wife
was beckoning to their daughter from the world beyond. He wailed at
her grave, “Don’t take her from me!” But the dead speak no
words.

Oscar was teetering on the edge. Perhaps unexpectedly, it was his

wife’s friend who broke first. Exhausted by endless fretting as the girl
hung in limbo, she appeared less and less often at the hospital, then
finally stopped coming altogether. Oscar and his daughter were now
truly alone. The girl's extensive medication had left her emaciated.
Her once-milky skin was a sickly yellow and her once-rosy cheeks
pallid.

Her honeyed hair, too, was now falling out.

Oscar could no longer bear to look at her.

After endlessly pushing fruitless questions upon the doctors, he

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finally relented. The girl would continue on analgesics alone. All other
treatment would stop. Oscar resolved that if nothing else, his
daughter’s short life would not end in suffering.

The next while was peaceful. They spent happy days together. He
saw his daughter smile for the first time in months. So continued
their last few days of light.

It was glorious autumn outside on the day that she died. Color was
slipping from the world drip by drip, but the sky was bright blue and
cloudless. From the window, one caught candid glimpses of trees
dressed in reds and yellows. A fountain stood in the hospital grounds,
offering respite to the weary. Fallen leaves floated soundlessly across
its pool.

Each leaf there had fallen to the water’s surface and drifted there
until finally pulled into a clump of comrades. Now they floated
aimlessly together. New leaves were always pulled in, almost as if by
magnet. Thus, even in their wreckage, lives lost to the season, they
emerged in beautiful synchronization.

On seeing them, the girl spoke. “How pretty.

“The way the water’s blue and the color of the leaves mix
together. It’s so pretty. Father, if a person stepped on those
leaves, do you think they’d walk across the pond without
falling in?”

Ah, the innocence of a child. Surely gravity and weight would

conspire to bring one’s body plunging in, but Oscar could deny his
daughter no more.

“And if you held an umbrella, my sweet, you could use the

wind and perhaps even float just above it.”

His tone was playful. He longed so badly to dote on his helpless

daughter just a little more. And as she listened to his words, her eyes

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sparkled. “Yes. Yes, that’s just what I’ll do. I’ll dance across
the water for you.”

Someday I’ll dance for you. On the lake, by our home now far
away. When the leaves drift across the water in autumn.

Shortly after, she fell into a coughing fit. One cough, two, then
several more. And then, as if stolen away, she was gone.

She had been but nine years old.

When Oscar brought his arms under the husk she had left behind,
it felt dreadfully light. Too light, even for a body now short a soul.

Had she ever even been alive? Had it just been one long dream?
Tears came to his eyes.

The girl was buried alongside her mother. Oscar returned to the
hou

Oscar had financial means enough to live on without working. A

royalty system brought in money each time his widely-used scripts
were employed. He would never scrape the bottom of his savings,
and he would never go hungry.

After several years of mourning for his wife and daughter, a long-
lost work acquaintance reached out to Oscar. Wouldn’t he try his
hand at one more script?

It was at the behest of an elite performing troupe, one which any

actor would clamor to be a part of. For Oscar, whose past work was
known but who had all but vanished from the industry, it was an
honor simply to be asked.

He’d spent so many days languishing in sloth, wallowing in

sadness, indulging in self-pity.

Man is a thing that tires. Whether happiness or sadness, he cannot

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bear to live always with that alone. That is how he is built.

Oscar agreed to the job in his second reply, determined to lift his
pen once more.

But here the trouble began. In desperation to escape his harsh

reality, Oscar had turned to–no, embraced–the bottle. And with it
came a smattering of drugs to ensure happy thoughts at least in
dreams. With the help of his doctor he had somehow managed to
conquer the drink and drugs themselves, yet in their wake, his hands
were left forever trembling.

Whether words laid on paper or struck with keys, his efforts to

push forward seemed hopeless.

His breast was full with words; he merely needed to find the way to
bring them forth.

He turned once more to his acquaintance to ask for advice.

“I’ve just the thing.

“We need to get you an Auto Memories Doll.”

“What’s that?”

“Ah, my friend, you’ve been away from the world too long…
I’m worried about you. Auto Memories Dolls. Everybody
knows about them. You can even rent them out. Hardly costs
a thing anymore. Yes, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll have one sent
over for you to try out.”

“I’m going to get help from a… doll?”

“Hah! A special kind of doll, to be sure.”

And that was how Oscar came to use a new kind of tool, one whose
name he’d only just learned. Oscar and the “Auto Memories Doll.”

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This was the beginning of their fates entwined.

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