I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

If you reach for the memory of a distant day, all you touch those fingers is cold out fear and grief.

Sneaking and cursing charm. King of all demons inviting and confusing.

He was abhorred in a long and lofty name and gave up on wanting something warm or something else.

I got the fabric body, and the first thing I saw was her appearance.

He has a soft, human-like smile on his doll-like beauty.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

The word spoken is mediocre itself.

Instead, he felt that his existence was accepted.

The plumage that had decided to be unbridled over the next perpetual robbery was wrapping itself up.

... hence.

Let's throw away the "so far".

If only there was "to come".

Now at this moment, I am reborn.

It is just a doll who offers eternal loyalty for one Lord.

That's what he decided to do.

... is about the moment the doll called Cajero was born.

The architectural techniques of the Alchemy State Margaroid are far above the Empire, and five or six floors line up as usual in the Wang capital Margarea.

But urban planning is more like one thing, and it's not rare for a house to be surrounded by tall buildings and hardly hit by the sun, as it continues to get lost on a winding road.

Although this clothing store isn't in that bad of a situation, it seems that it can get very dark depending on the height of the sun.

That was now.

Me and Cajero quietly proceed with needlework in a dim room.

I didn't use lighting magic. Because it was almost over.

and.

Cajello asked in vain.

(What is Miss Feria like to your daughter?

No.

This development was predictable.

- Has it been since last night, you've been looking far away?

Silence continued after the earlier conversation, but there was a mixture of heralded things in the drifting air.

(Uh, I don't know what to say or how to answer it)

(Excuse me, I'll be a little more specific.

Since Miss Feria and I got acquainted, it looks like things have changed.)

I couldn't say because I look like my old self......

Because then I would have to explain the previous life as well.

(Please forgive me for speaking speculation)

Cajello stops his hand and bows beautifully with a dust.

I had to sit back and wait for the next word because my voice had changed somewhere hard.

(Is Miss Feria the one who is on edge with the lady's past?)

... maybe at this time my face was badly stretched.

I tried to smile to fix it, but maybe it was something unnatural.

There is no way that Cajello, the bright eye, doesn't realize this upset.

(That can't be true. I first saw him yesterday)

I'm sure this is a lie.

(Yeah, you're right about that)

Cajero nodded to Eagle Deep in a deliberate manner.

(Miss Feria seems to have been on a wandering journey for about two years, but she hasn't stopped in whispered territory.

Is your involvement as an Altilia Whisp at best to the point that you have the same ancestors)

I couldn't help remembering the scratch.

I wonder why you bothered to call me "Altilia Whisp" instead of "Lady".

The reason soon became apparent.

(But how about the lady herself?

"you" who lived longer than perhaps Altilia Whisp and dwelt in its flesh)

I think what has stunned me for a while is that I have no choice.

I was going to hide about reincarnation. Ever since I came to the thought of certain possibilities, I had decided not to speak to anyone until I came to a conclusion.

It's predictable about the original knowledge. Thousands of eyes. I've been deluded, but was it still impossible?

Cajero is much clearer than I am, and although it wasn't strange to have a day like this one day.

(Don't get me wrong, I don't want to pry into what your daughter was originally.

It's just that this foolish, dwarfed self can't believe its own guess.

The look the lady gave Miss Feria had a colour of retrospect and price. Trying to get what I lost a long time ago back through someone else - I felt such signs.

If this is my delusion, I would ask you to accompany me with a smile.

But if you are hypothetically in touch with the truth, please give me a word of order.

No matter what "you" may be, this loyalty is absolute.

Let's do everything we can to clear that untrained)

Oh, yeah.

I am conscious. This is terrible self-satisfaction.

I lay my former self on Mr. Feria, trying to realize the thoughts I couldn't fulfill in my previous life.

...... I wanted to try it on with a merchant dress that would suit me too tall.

Then I can't say anything bad about the wandering Earl or the original Elstat.

What do you want me to see for myself, a "man who can't abandon his dreams"?

Aren't I one of them?

A pile of egos tied to the past.

Because I know that, I find myself reluctant to ask Cajero for help. Can I get involved in this on my own?

….

What are you gonna do, me?

You've been taking care of all the dolls.

You always let me work for myself.

And yet I don't want to order that out of my own mouth. What a good story for a bug.

I really don't like it.

Over the past two years I have been completely broken.

You can't take back the reflection of yesterday.

Although.

That's why.

At least for this moment or so, let's say it with dignity and without cowardice.

Asking your father to acknowledge you as a doll user, to repel the wandering Count - he was moving the doll under a clear goal, imitating me back then.

(I want to try everything I once wanted you to do, Mr. Feria. Cajero, give me a hand)

Tell you what, really, it's outrageously self-centered.

Miss Feria herself. Am I supposed to see it right?

Let's be careful.

I would like to get along with Mr. Feria, even if I skipped these things in my previous life. I don't want it to be a relationship that just pushes my ideals.

Today is just the beginning. It's not even noon yet.

Let's talk a lot. Let's start with that.

... Did the sun move and the room just brightened up a little.