I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

On this day, when he withheld the Founding Festival seven days later, Margarea, the king's capital, had been swallowed by a storm of confusion and disorder.

Robbery and murder in penniless food and drink, the rampage of the Circus elephants - more trouble than counted, and the country's iconic Garrett Palace had been raided by more than a thousand liaison dolls. The information was mixed and the parties had nothing else to begin with in situ response.

Naturally, there are cases that have had a tragic end without anyone noticing, and "this" would still have been happier in comparison to them. Even though it was too late to be recognized, it wasn't too late.

- It is the kidnapping of a young genius alchemist, Philka Luivas.

... I woke up with the pressure of having my brain shoved into my head one more time.

The floors and walls were covered with cold stones, and an unfathomable iron plaid stood in front of them.

What do you mean? I don't remember doing anything to get jailed.

Track your memory.

I jumped on a carriage early in the morning to attend the board meeting of the Alchemists Association.

The ride was very comfortable thanks to the "all-purpose spring" I invented five years ago. My eyelids were falling down as I was shaken by the gutter. I wonder what happened in the meantime, if I opened my eyes, there was a dungeon.

"Hey, isn't anybody here!

I waited awhile but didn't hear back.

Hmm.

Shall I recall when I visited Wang Du's prison before?

Was this such a crude room?

No. I made it better than a bad lodging.

So much so that in the cold winter, a vagrant who wants to commit a crappy crime and go to jail pushes over.

Isn't it unnatural not to have a guard?

Exactly. There must be one in sight.

More importantly, it is against Margaroid law to connect to a cell while one is asleep.

From circumstantial evidence, arrest is unlikely.

You should think I was abducted by one of these criminal organizations.

I have accomplished many discoveries and inventions. There are as many people who want to monopolize this brain marrow.

Eventually I was ready for a day like this, but when I actually got to be right... an outing, a thing that starts my mind. Maybe I wanted to be kidnapped.

All right, now is the time to use that one.

I rolled my sleeves and poured magic into my arms.

Tattoos carved with special dyes glow pale. This is in some sort of formation, activated by crossing arms. They temporarily turn their hands into a high-powered alchemy furnace.

I planted it as a prep for when someone grabbed me, but I'm really glad the opportunity came in handy. It's hard to get severe burns, but, well, if you smell the psychic in the water in that area, it's fine.

Break down the iron lattice and break out of jail, turning what you see into a weapon while letting the enemy blow a bubble. It's a painful plan.

(Please wait. I was wondering if I should keep my trump card till the end)

What held me back was a voice that echoed from inside my chest.

Flat as a quiet winter sea, but hard to resist and powerful.

Sounds familiar.

That doll serving Alti as a guardian angel - it's Cajero.

(Are you close?

I'll skip the reading.

I've been getting used to it lately, so that I can detect where the person I'm talking to... No, I knew I couldn't. Seems arrogant has passed.

What came out was a strange result, and if you believe this, me and Cajero will be standing in a spot where the dimensions remain the same. But I can't find him anywhere.

(No Dear Filka, nothing is wrong)

I was wearing my forehead with my right thumb. It's a habit when questions arise.

Something was wrong with the reading from Cajero.

It was different from the usual feeling of coming in from "outside".

Looks like it's springing up from its own "inside."

(I don't think so, Cajero -)

(I thought you guessed.

We are "seated" in the flesh of Master Filka, out of the body of the cloth we received mainly)

In Cajero's description...

After I left King's Capital, Alty was shot twice for his life.

The mastermind is quite cunning and seems to have attempted to seperate Cajero with summoning magic.

(If I wanted to shake it off, I could shake it off. But a big problem has come to light)

Sacrifice had been offered.

(Dear Philka, you are the only one)

Who would have thought such an important thing was caught between the carriage and the dungeon?

I didn't wake up much.

Maybe even the poison was served.

(I mean, did Cajero come to help me? Sorry for the inconvenience)

(... I thought you didn't need to thank me. Your daughter would be in trouble if you died, and it was a great opportunity to get to the enemy's throat. That's just it.

Depending on the circumstances, I would have fed Dear Philka's flesh and would not have hesitated to manifest myself as I am)

It was just a little quicker than usual. Is it a cover of light?

It's not impossible.

Cajero has a strong cold impression, but it also has many different aspects.

I saw him baking the care of the animals many times. Carefully wash your dog's body or take meals to a kitten without parents. I guess the root part is gentle.

(Let's get back to it. The other party is unaware of the "synergy" and mistakenly assumes that the second summons also ended in failure. I thought you were going to put Master Filka back in jail and do a third summons tomorrow.

I plan to ask for a chance to ambush you, would you please help me?)

(Affirmative without having to answer. Let the guys who grabbed me blow a bubble)

(Thanks for the reliable reply. Could you please wait a moment though)

(Is it also preparation)

(Yep. The summoning ceremony itself was brilliant because it was quite hand-worked, but the operator who actually performed the operation was too immature.

For this reason, the "exit" was roughly narrowly fixed and the force was sharpened as it passed through. Nevertheless, you will be able to recover in four half-days in this darkness)

(I see.)

While listening to Cajero, I imagine the enemy.

Separate Alti and Cajero by summoning magic.

It's a lot of flying ideas.

... "Hey" came close to me.

The enemy may be a genius of the same kind.

Then it is deliberately decided to let the immature do the summoning magic.

I guess all the flow so far is within their expectations.

Then what?

How do you jump out unexpectedly?

It's been a long time since I've seen my brain start spinning with heat.

... The only enemy Philka had in mind here was an overrated fiction.

In the first place, the Archpriests of Profuen were unaware of Cajero's existence and therefore had not come up with any measures of partition with Altilia or anything else. It is only a coincidence that Cajero could not rush into battle with Zda.

Cajero's "too immature a sorcerer" was, in fact, one of the leading wizards of the Empire. As a profén, I was going to gather the best people to carry out the summons.

Of course, they haven't been able to make "synergy" breakthroughs or anything. I was about to try a third summons across the break.

In short, it is only one sumo of Filka, a fantasy that has held me too much for wanting my kind.

If Cajero had been completely happy with nothing like this, Philca would have been devastated by deep disappointment after an overwhelming ravaging play.

But.

A lot of inquiries changed the future.

(Cajero)

(what is it)

(- How does it feel to be that kid's doll?

If you like, let me know)