Hyaku Ma No Aruji

And the opera curtain was raised.

That was also the beginning of a long night.

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The performance "The Demon King Doll of Lost Dreams" was now centuries ago on stage.

First, the famous "Puppet King" Judas emerges.

It was a tall man playing.

"Puppet King" made a monologue first.

"I wish I, too, could live like this doll of mine, a masterpiece that will not weather forever -"

"Puppet King" was praised as a hero, saving a certain country.

He obeyed a certain evil demon king, following the truly exquisite, authentic, human-like doll he had created.

But then, some time later, his body decays, let alone is invaded by disease.

I was on the verge of dying when I realized it.

The Puppet King moaned about it.

He moaned alone in the wilderness, wishing he could be like a doll that was not invaded by disease, like a decaying doll himself.

So, Juliana finally showed up from the sleeve of the stage.

A beautiful human being in a white dress.

No - it was a doll.

"Perfect shape with this white magnetic ceramic skin, gemstone hair, and not even a piece of mess! - I hate you!

When was the Puppet King going to hate the puppets he made?

That's how, at the end of the cry, the Puppet King falls into the wilderness.

It was the moment I was killed by the disease.

"Oh, Lord."

The doll king's doll, dressed as Juliana left behind, mourns and kneels at the Lord's death.

Her grieving appearance also continued to exist in a perfect crystal of beauty that would not be touched.

The Puppet King's puppet left remained alive for more than a hundred years after that.

A doll who is like a human being but whose pivotal part is falling out somewhere as a human being is also due to its ageless body, so that people can be exposed to it.

The doll began to live away from the doll.

Without a purpose, that's what's like a doll - just be quiet.

Then a few more years, the doll meets a certain human being.

The man was the prince of a further nation.

"I was looking for you! The most beautiful you in the world!

He was, above all, a prince who liked objects who had followed her after hearing the rumors of a beautiful doll.

He wants to marry you.

He didn't care that the doll wasn't old, he was also a slightly unusual prince.

The doll decided to admire the prince for giving him meaning as his next master.

Eventually, the doll finally marries the prince.

And then after a while...

There was a war.

By that time, the prince had become king and lived a life in which the son was not present but was smoothly covered.

But the scourge of war took away all of it.

Ultimately, the kingdom of the prince will perish.

Originally, with the exception of the Prince, dolls that were not old were creeped out by people.

The likelihood of stacking up in that way finally translates into hostility towards the doll.

"If you hadn't come, the king wouldn't have died."

"Without you the country would not have perished."

In a theory, there were rumors that kings of other countries attacked the prince's kingdom fascinated by the beauty of the doll.

That also became a source of disgust for the doll.

The doll eventually,

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He became known as the Demon King.

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The ancient "Puppet King" who created such a puppet was also dropped by the Demon King at that time.

The artifact created by a hero to the Demon King and by a hero becomes a demonic artifact.

And the doll, who had spent such a long time without being old, had sprouted feelings close to humans not only at this time.

The doll grieved badly.

The prince who gave himself meaning dies, and the people drive him away, and he goes away.

The doll fled into the deep woods.

We headed to a clear, beautiful lake in the woods, where, just even, the doll sang a song.

Mourning. Pity. Sometimes with squeezing delights on board.

The doll was surrounded by forest creatures and invisible spirits and just kept singing all the time.

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The doll song Juliana-Ve-Rona dressed as was probably a song to my ears.

Then he strokes his ear into it, and he comes up to the back of his brain and hangs a strong loose end.

It was like getting my hands in my head, tough at times, gently caressed at times.

And Juliana's gesture and hand gesture, which also plays the singer on her knees by the lake, also induces comfort in her sight.

Even though it's not a big move, I'm fascinated by its smoothness.

Merea watched the movement with a light watery glow.

On the orbit of Juliana's moving hand, I felt a clear water color drawn to represent that trajectory.

Beautiful.

The sight was just beautiful.

And...

Secondly, Merea realizes that Juliana turned toward the passenger seat in the middle of the operation.

It was then that Merea felt a 'certain anomaly'.

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Color.

Water colour.

The colour of the water that followed her movements appeared darkest in its' eyes'.

Even considering the original color of her eyes, it's thick enough to make her uncomfortable.

Shortly afterwards, Juliana's gaze, which was gazing at the audience, intersected Merea's gaze.

I had eyes.

In her eyes, Merea had a distinctly unusual luminescence and...

- Eh.

Watch "Ceremony Formation".

At that moment,

Merea noticed her vision seeping white.

Even if you realize it, barely, to the extent that you can recognize the blur and the thing.

At some point, she had Merea's rare spiritual strength and wanted to give herself up unintentionally to that pleasant white.

There is a sense that something enters the spirit carefully.

It was like the unpleasantly comfortable feeling of wanting to throw out all that near fainting had been amplified by the more pathological.

-... not good.

The world dyes white.

A siren is informing me in the corner of my head that it is in critical condition.

But the noise is terribly small.

Even the sound was covered in white.

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And - Rave-Opera was engulfed in silence.

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I'm still in the middle of an opera.

The theatre, however, was wrapped in terrible silence.

I hang my head on each seat so that every audience can sleep.

There were only two of them, still moving.

One is the queen on stage.

And the other was a clown who was in the upper seat.

The queen was weeping from the edge of her eyes.

As if seeking redemption from God, she was still singing that song with that beautiful voice.

When the song stopped, the words leaked out of her mouth...

"I'm sorry......!

That was the word.

And the clown was watching from the upper seat.

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"... I knew the bet was my win, Golden Victim. - Sadly."

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His make-up colored face had a terribly sad look on it.

The clown does so and disappears from the upper seat.

The queen who remained on stage was still watching the audience with her eyes wet in tears.

It didn't take that long before she found a familiar figure.

Juliana finds a shadow in the corner of her vision blurred with tears.

During the theatre, I concentrate less on playing, and I am not conscious of the details of the guest seats.

Juliana, who knew about it, was convinced and saddened to find the shadow that was doing so all the while.

"That guy... ha-"

Lived in secular gray hair, young man.

A young man who helped me when I was tangled up in a mean merchant without crossing Central Avenue.

After that, the young man asked me to be selfish and even listened to me.

I made a promise to talk to you again.

"Huh!"

Juliana dropped her gaze.

I couldn't look directly at it.

I didn't want to admit that he was there.

She covers her mouth with both hands to contain the whimpering that nearly leaked.

If I could - I wanted to cry out loud.

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Enchanted Demon's Eye.

The demonic eye, which has the power to interfere directly with a person's consciousness, is powerful but not omnipotent.

The surgical effects of "hypnosis" on the audience this time could also be solved by external shocks.

I can't give you a loud cry or anything, including that I just hung up.

If I solve it here, everything in the plan will collapse.

To those who are about to be here, there are the fanatics of Sisalis.

In them, they say, they have several procedures suitable for indoctrination.

I wonder if the 'pope' of the Sisalis nation is some sort of capable man, in Caesar's words, and Juliana herself could not know it was exciting because she was herself kept by Sisalis.

Anyway, it seems crucial to keep consciousness in some way in order to put it in full swing.

Simple indoctrination can be done without it. In fact, that's what I've done so far.

That's how the Sisalis fanatics took in what they admired about their play, and made Juliana host "Nausea Against Me."

The awareness that you're doing something hard to save cuts Juliana's sanity.

But I had no choice but to live.

This was the best way to guarantee my survival right now.

"Sorry......"

Juliana apologized again when she heard the footsteps of the Sisalis fanatics coming from behind the theater.

"I don't have the strength to resist this great flow..."

It might be easier if he died.

However,

"Still, I... I want to live. Still... I want to be singing. This is all I have, but with this song and dance, I want someone..."

I wanted to entertain you.

Alas, I wanted to save someone who was grieving - 'I wanted to save'.

But Juliana doesn't spin that word.

What I do now is the opposite of that.

So I couldn't get it out of my mouth.

Instead of words that don't spill, tears spill again.

There was nothing I could do about it, so I shook up my body's savings.

That's how I drop my gaze and wait, and finally the fanatics of Sisalis come from behind the scenes.

- Excellent.

They said so first, in an upward voice.

The ascent of that voice is vivid and makes Juliana nauseous again.

"- It's a shame. If this is a force that can be used over and over again by the same human being, it's easy to even cow the world.... Exactly. Will God not allow that? The Enchanter is the Enchanter. It's unacceptable for a monster to stand above the world."

Juliana was slapped on the shoulder by someone.

I don't know who slapped him because he's still dropping his gaze.

No longer, anyone could have.

"Well, it's a waste of time. Let's carve out the surgical ceremony early. Juliana, you're restless when you're nearby. Stay behind the scenes. Report this to the top. Now your life will be safe for a while."

I don't care about Yasutai anymore.

Even though it's what I did for it, I don't really think about that that I'm going to give up.

"... ok"

Juliana stood up and turned her heels back, keeping her gaze down.

Instead of replacing the Sisalis faithful who come out on the table stage, they fall back behind the scenes.

Even though it was the air that leaked quietly from her, she never raised a single voice.

But if Juliana had only once raised her gaze, she might have raised her voice.

The incredibility of the situation and its - to joy.

If that happens, some sort of pursuit could have been made by the fanatics of Sisalis, who perceived Juliana's anomaly.

It was, in a way, a surprise that Juliana didn't notice the anomaly in the theater.

Juliana hadn't noticed yet.

Until just now, a young man with gray hair was drooling like any other guest there.

To have disappeared.