I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

If this was a maiden gay, then I'm the one on Elstat's consultation, so it's supposed to be weird that the attacking character meets a life-changing event without the protagonist's knowledge.

But.

This is not a game. It's real.

There is no "offensive character" that can't grow without a protagonist.

That seemed very important and I just wanted to think about it carefully in the room where I dropped the light if I could.

and.

"Alti, Cajero. Be careful.... Coming"

Quiet to moving.

Else's princely smile turns into a tight one with no gaps.

…… That's crazy. It's the same sign as noon, but it doesn't feel right. "

(The puppets outside say they haven't seen each other yet.... Is it the magic of visual blockade)

Among the soothing party venues, only our surroundings increase tension.

and.

"Ha ha, I think we're both having fun"

I don't even know about that, and the Duke of Roselem speaks with a voice and expression like a crisp sunshine.

"Yeah, it's interesting to see all the people who don't usually get involved."

I answer with a desperate, loving laugh on my nearly frightening face.

"That's great. Meetings are worth more than any treasure.

As a matter of fact, when I was lost earlier, I happened to meet a famous person.

This is God's guidance, and he made me speak out because of it.

It would be an amazing encounter, worthy of this surprise party. I think it's time to get there. "

Uh, Duke of Roselem. Could that be someone who's been alive for a thousand years or so?

Before asking.

"Oh, I'm here. I'm here. I've been waiting for you."

I opened the door as if it were sliding through, and the Earl showed up.

"Being invited to a place to celebrate the beautiful princess means that it has been worth a thousand years."

It was a man with eyes and long hair like he condensed darkness at night called darkness.

His skin was white as a fountain of snow, and the contrast made his presence so strong.

"Nice to meet you, doll princess. Can you tell my name is Christophe Dujenne, the wandering Count?"

Dressed in old Violet courtesy, he kneels before me in what is now known as the ancient dynasty ceremony, which is only handed down to the bastard.

The done and void was full of grace and elegance that no one could help but get a sigh of admiration, enough to make him snort that he had lived for a thousand years.

The protagonist of the party had now moved from me to the Count.

People couldn't distract themselves from him.

Neither did I. I can't move my eyes.

Although.

That's not out of interest.

Impact.

I never thought I'd come in contact with you from the front in grandeur.

Everything you've done to keep Spirit all over the place is broken.

Are you thinking of adding me to your collection in front of a large crowd?

Trap the alien geniuses in the ice forever - their distorted lust for collection must be hidden through.

At least that was the case in the main part of the game.

The contradiction freezes my mind as a blizzard of absolute zero degrees.

My head, it doesn't follow.

The Count drooped his neck as he gently gripped my left hand with his elongated fingers.

"I'm sure you're confused about something unexpected, Princess, but could you give me your name?"

I was so upset that at first I couldn't recognize that was the word that was directed at me.

"... Artie, hold on tight"

I owe it to Else to be able to return it to me.

If you hadn't grabbed my hand gently, you might have stood still until the end of the world.

"Yeah, I'm just a little confused, Else.

... I apologize for the ugliness, Count. I'm Altilia Whisper, and as you know, I'm also known as the Puppet Princess. "

He also starts to turn his head as he moves his mouth.

This is real. It's not a game.

How much is there to know and eat differently from me?

The important thing is to deal with every single one of them.

(... Looks like you're finally calmed down)

I start getting thoughts from Cajero. You can't receive it unless you can afford it.

(I took the liberty of changing my measures. We're gathering dolls from all over the city here. Don't worry about the safety of your father and your guests)

If I just ran my gaze, the Ruthia Family dolls stood ready to move out at any time. Two cats at your father's feet. These are the kids I brought in in the carriage. His eyes, which seemed sleepy, were now opened, and he had a sneery, reliable grin.

(The lady is not alone. Even if everything in the world turns into a life-targeting assassin, let us remain allies until the end. Please don't forget that)

(... thanks)

That's right.

I'm not alone.

Maybe it's natural.

But just to have it put into words again, something very warm creeps up.

I confront the Count.

The risen Earl was as long as a standing tower. It is about one head bigger than the Duke of Roselem, who is said to be great. It's just a kid's back yet, and I'm about to take a step back.

Something to lose.

I hold Cajero in my arms so hard that I step on him.

My eyes looking down are dark and dark everywhere like an abyss, and I even feel like I'm going to be swallowed up by my soul when I pretend.

I wanted to escape.

But Else's gaze gave me courage.

If there's nothing you can do, you can count on it.

But that's why we'll do our best to get to where we can.

Let's start with, yeah, exploring their intentions.

"Thank you for lucking your feet for someone like me today, Count"

Let's start with an unusual conversation.

"No, this time he begged the Duke of Roselem from me.

Please worship the honorable face of Lady Reiki Altilia and offer her magic. "

The Earl put a shining white onion ring on his left hand.

Is that a magic object, it begins to emit a blinking flash as soon as possible?

Are you going to set me up? I gave the puppets instructions.

"No. That's not it"

Small, but powerful Else words.

I stand by.

"After all, I don't see any bad signs like noon"

After all, you were right.

"It is in ancient magic, far away days, the curse of origin carved for my beloved princess."

The Count begins chanting.

That was not the same as a low, crawling voice or a crushing, heavy voice.

Sounds good and light, leaving comfort in your ears.

I even remember the illusion of watching a great opera.

It was too sober and too beautiful for a magical spell.

And a miracle appears.

"Snow..."

Someone shrugged small.

That's right.

White powder was dancing.

Soft, gentle, snowy.

We were somehow stuck inside the silver world, not the 'dock lodging' pavilion.

Everywhere, everywhere, the white plains are spreading.

"... wow"

Even Else, who was wary of the Count like a beast with his hair upside down, was distraught.

Eventually the sun tilts and dyes the world orange. The sunset leaves with a hint of sadness, and the night comes.

A blue meteor crossed the sky. Aurora floats up. Slowly loosening, it gradually changes color.

It was just a sight that seemed only fantastic.

The Count had a proud, but somewhere missing look.

The mouth moves slightly and spins the words.

It was a faint word, but it did reach my ear.

"How about it, my princess? This is the snow you wanted."

It was a familiar line.

Oh, yeah.

Drama CD. It depicts the young days of the Count.

... a thousand years ago. When the Count was only an Imperial Knight.

Because of his closed princess, he used a forbidden technique to succeed with the devil.

Uh.

What did the princess say?

You heard enough about this CD to rub it off while studying for the exam.

Remember.

I just...

"'No, you're not.' Cause it's not cold. '"

Now, it should fit.

I don't know.

… The Count opened his eyes wide.

"Please forgive me. As long as I let you tremble in the cold, I will slit this throat."

"'You're sweet. Then promise me. He said he would take me someday.'"

This triggers the Count to throw himself at the rebels. The revolution succeeds and engages the present dynasty, but it does anyway.

"necessarily, on this soul"

The Earl was shaking his voice.

It won't even be possible.

Because I let you reproduce the words of a princess that no one should know.

I was a little happy to be able to fight back, even though it was small, because the Count kept me amazed so far.

"... ugh."

What, did you do too much?

The Earl was shaking his shoulders as he meditated blindly.

No, no, no, no, it's not enough to cry... isn't it?

Even in this edition, I used to feel for the late princess.

My playfulness seems to have inspired the sentiments of the Count.

That's right.

Why don't you just keep hanging around and go home?

Reordering is the most gratifying development.

Was it bad that I was thinking such a sweet thing?

"- Dear Altilia,

The Count was on his knees.

It doesn't mean what I just said.

My head is almost on the floor.

He was in a position where he just licked my leg.

"After all, you are my princess's rebirth. I was convinced in my earlier words.

Can you forgive me the honor of serving you once and for all when I fall into the Underworld Demon Way - "