I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

Before we talk about the wandering Count, I just want some time to go back.

Else fell asleep when she went back to the "dock lodging" pavilion. I don't know if I was so tired of running too far, or if something was so hard that I couldn't stay awake.

Ever since I woke up, I haven't had a lot of mouth count, and it kind of seemed like I was thinking about it.

I wish I could have listened to you, but I was full of heads about the wandering Count at this time.

The party to celebrate my birthday was held on the first floor of the inn.

The table is lined with colorful dishes in the so-called standing format.

There are three specialties of this store.

First, warm vegetable cream cheese dressing softened. In my mouth it would spread a refreshing flavor on the hot air. I may be unable to get my hands on it, but I want you to cut that temptation off somehow.

The next one comes with omelette demi-glazed sauce. The amber sauce, carefully simmered with veal meat and onions, will captivate you, whilst the eggs melt flutter in your mouth.

And finally, yes, it's a fox color stacked like a mountain in the middle of a table.

The scent of drifting ginger and sour (condiments similar to soy sauce) will only enhance your appetite. Clothes and abundant chicken that make a refreshing noise every time you bite are sure not to betray that expectation.

They all taste better on each step than they did before.

I winked at the cocks peeking anxiously at me from the kitchen.

The intention seems to have been conveyed.

The Cocks were cheering and hugging each other as if they had won some kind of tournament.

These three can be my specialty recipes. I used to blow it in when the cock chief here was worried about sign dishes. About six months after that, that's what I should call a full-time job, it was finished far better than mine.

"I've always liked this crayfish, and I'd love to eat it at home, but I keep the recipe hidden."

It was one of the invitees, Mr. Talbot, the big merchant, who murmured so much. A barrel body that's going to roll everywhere if you push it right, now it's something that can run around the world a lot.

"The cocks are strong enough to pile as much money as they want... don't you know Altilia?"

Is this possibly camouflaged?

(Ma'am, that's an overthought. I was wondering if it should be properly decorated.

Cajero advises me that I am lost.

So.

"I don't know you. If you get the recipe, you can tell me too."

Leave an unwarranted response.

I can tell you nothing...... no.

Mr. Talbot is as obese as a barrel as his name suggests, and if he gets any fatter, it's life-threatening.

I should tell you more about the dangers of metabolism than the recipe.

But medicine in this world is underdeveloped, so it's unlikely that you'll understand... yes.

"Dear Talbot, I've seen you here on the brink of something, and I'll divine one for you."

"Ho, does the doll princess have a taste for fortune?"

"I'm still immature...... uh, Dear Talbot, I was wondering if I should suppress my meal to the eighth belly and refrain from alcohol as well. Otherwise, you may find yourself in unexpected misfortune."

... Talbot will die suddenly after the past month complaining of a severe feeling of chest pain.

Those who were at the party whispered orally.

Apparently, the doll princess has a demonic eye for the future, he said.

This is a total mistake, but it spreads as a rumor without being corrected.

By the way, Cajello, who advised me earlier, but where are you, what in my arms? I was just pretending to be a doll and being held.

- Nor is there any chance that the wandering Count will attack the venue. I thought we should put an escort right next door.

That's what they claimed over and over again, so as far as I'm concerned, I had to accept it.

... a young girl who can't let go of her doll for a moment. I hated that it was going to be misunderstood that way, but it would take me on a behavior and answer consultation, and, well, something like zero deduction?

One person after another comes to me, the guest of honor. Council members and their associates.

Young representative of the Masonry Guild, Mistress of the Federation of Inns, Guildmaster of the Spirit Adventurer Guild, High Priest of Loxona...... awesome facial rash.

The last person I've spoken to was the "head" of the Ruthia family, a mafia who mastered the dark side of Spiril in just a few moments.

"Uncle… Dear Altilia, I will be the first to see you…"

That's Ogi, a muscle with shallow black skin, if you like.

I think we just met, but it's not my fault. The one who sent me and Else to the inn. Edmond, a big bandit once cotempered by Cajero. He was bought his experience as a leader and now acts as an ostensible face. The behavior seems to be exactly like the emperor of the back society.

It was just so constricting that all this time those child villains seemed more splendid.

It won't even be possible.

In my arms is Cajero, the true head of the family.

In the meantime, there are 24 other unidentified people lurking all over the venue.

I want you to imagine where you work with more than 20 bosses watching you jizz. Normal nerves can't give you your usual strength or anything.

Besides, the person you talk to is me, in short, the biological parents of the executives.

I'm sure Edmond's stomach has a hole in it.

I'm pathetic, so I'll let you get away with it.

"I'm sorry, Master Edmond, I'm hungry. I was wondering if we could have dinner first."

I glance into his eyes. Apparently, the intention made sense.

After a small grace, he returned to flee to a seat far away.

... Ruthia Family, a newcomer, was naturally the object of attention. I wonder how Edmond, the boss, would treat the lord's daughter. Are you grumpy and in a mood, or are you trying to show majesty?

The people at the venue were stunned.

Because his arrogant emperor of darkness was frightened as if he were a son in front of an angry mother.

This will spread with rumors of demonic eyes, creating a puppet princess's fiction far from reality, but it is another story.

(Edmond, I didn't know a lady would talk to you when she wanted a meal...... you need punishment)

(Don't be mean. Don't bully your men too much)

Though, Cajero wouldn't really be saying it either.

He thinks of Edmond intimately as Cajero.

Sometimes I see Cajero on Edmond's shoulder, walking with two people in the city.

Brainy dwarves and fleshy giants.

The opposite is true, but that's probably why it's so compatible.