I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

- I can't be in love with a feeling that's not even cursory.

My sister was told every night by Thorus.

You think the beauty of a human being is one of the destinations, or that my research theme, the creation of complete life, is being realized?

It would be called overestimation of flesh parents. I always flushed it in half.

"Nice to meet you, Master Filka. My name is Altilia Whisp."

The girl from the eastern empire did have just a compliment to Thorus.

Hair glows like it melted gold, and the skin is white enough to make you suspect that it has never hit this day in its lifetime.

Though.

It's not that it's so glamorous that it can't be compared to the ladies around it.

In the top, huh?

... By the way, above is a female knight who was painted in a certain painting.

I was just drawing a line with the others about spiritual things.

"I came here to acquire alchemy"

In his eyes dwelt a light of will as strong and firm as a gem.

A child who just stuck with his father and came to see him for a little while. That's all I ever thought about. I got stuck.

"I want to make my puppet magic broader. Besides, I think it's good for Master Filka to be involved with me."

"What do you mean?"

We were on the second floor of Wang Du's mansion at this time.

There is lukewarm sunlight in the hallway.

"My dolls are moving of their own free will. If you're trying to create life, it must be helpful.

- Look over there. "

At the tip of the pointing, there was a suspicious sight.

We have more than 20 mockingbirds like dogs and tanukis at home, and the garden is like a "grape village" that comes out in fairytales. Those guys are always muffled in the shade after noon.

But not today.

I was trying to do something I'd never done before.

Zah, zah.

A number of overlapping footsteps.

There is no disturbance there.

A cluttered yet tidy line across the garden.

From bears to ravens, animals of all sizes and sizes march together.

What, this is...

It was as if it had stuck in a fairy world.

Two dogs take the lead.

Each back had a doll on it.

On the left is a knight with a shining flaming sword, and on the right is a gentleman in black courtesy.

Eventually the march was divided into two parts.

The knight's squad and the gentleman's squad are at different distances between bumping into each other or not.

Moment after moment, the gentleman was throwing his gaze at Chirali and here.

- Isn't it brilliant?

I thought I heard that voice.

"What, this..."

It was Altilia, who was supposed to be the Lord of the doll, who whined in such incredible ways.

"Hmm, didn't your sister order this?"

"We were talking about showing the animals where we're getting along and surprise Master Filka..."

"I didn't even tell you to do the whole army thing,"

My animals only miss me or my mother.

I'm just surprised I can't get those guys out of hand, but I didn't know it was the puppets' discretion.

"I take my husband's will and dare to break that life. Oh, my sister seems to have a servant."

In fact I was desperate to curb the urge to scream, whilst saying things like that wisely.

The magic doll can't just do the simple task my husband told me to do, think for itself and move.

This no longer sticks out the boundaries of puppet magic and such.

My sister may unconsciously lay her finger on one of the depths of alchemy, the creation of life.

Speaking of which, Lord Solute asked me the other day for my opinion on the magic of my sister.

Convinced. There can be no such thing as a measure of this power in an empire that is keeping calm by crushing the talent of talent.

"... I'm talking about teaching alchemy, but let me think about it for a second"

It's my bad habit to mess with you.

I really decided to take it as a disciple.

I was born alone the whole time.

Too much alchemy talent tore families apart and kept people away from each other helplessly.

It was animals or freaks coming by, and then at best a woman admiring the position of "Wife of a Genius Alchemist" etc.

I'm sure I'll live alone and die alone.

That's what I was deciding.

But I found another genius.

He's going to stand on the same level as me.

... I was so happy that I couldn't help but brag about the sage with whom I was interacting with letters.

It was such a pure pleasure at first.

Yet where did I go wrong?

That gentleman doll seems to be named Cajero.

You think I've come all the way out here worried about my sister?

(Ma'am, this is a book I used to talk to Philka about, but it was lined up in an ancient bookstore outside Wang Du)

(Thank you, Cajero.... Would you read it if you bought it too, Mr. Filka?

I may also interact with dolls, which is why I was taught to read.

(Hmm. You just want to get it if you can)

(I thought Master Filka said that, too. I've already arranged it. Thought it was supposed to reach this workshop tomorrow)

(That's Cajero. By the way, what's wrong with that sleeve flake?

(I got into a little fight with a wild dog)

(Come here for a second. Because I'll give it back to you)

Between His Sister, Cajello, or the other puppets, there seemed to be something indistinguishable beyond subordination.

That's what I envied.

Once there was something in my family that I broke, but I couldn't help but destroy, that existed with certainty.

I couldn't wait to be jealous and envious of that - I thought.

... Me too, I want to be your doll.

I just want to think about you. I just want to do what's good for you and I want to be praised by you.

I want bonds.

I want to lock you in somewhere narrow so that we can only see each other and blend in there forever.

What a selfish and disgusting emotion.

I want to choke out my brain marrow and beat it to the ground.

I repeat my deep breath and hold on to that urge.

"I never thought I'd be able to make a golem in a day"

"Because Mr. Filka is good at teaching."

It was after I went back from the workshop to the Louis house mansion.

I'm already up late at night.

"Well, good night"

Altilia leaves with her back to me.

I want to grab that thin shoulder and drag it into the room.

(... good night slowly, Dear Filka)

The sight of an arrow pierces me like that.

Cajero stood between me and her turning her back on me.

It's like a loyal minister who protects the princess.

No, I guess you're actually right.

(Oh, good night. And thanks)

Thanks to you again today, I didn't have to make a mistake.

It was at that arrowhead that the story of my sister returning broke in.