I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

Fuse Asklasua's feet with the ground. On top of that, he interrogates and tortures.

That was what I was after.

The result, speaking of.

A pile of blue sand piled high in front of you.

It used to be Asklasua.

It was unexpected.

The alchemy furnace left my control and went into an unusually high output state.

Petrification did not confine itself to Asklasua's feet alone.

Hips, chest, shoulders, arms, neck, face - your whole body turns to rock.

Plus.

I wondered if I could make a statue of Asklasua, and after a few seconds it turned into sand.

Did I kill Asklasua?

... I didn't feel strange and realistic. Rather, it even makes me feel like I missed it.

(I thought you tried to escape only with your soul. I guess the flesh is nothing more than a redeemable and tolerable thing for him)

Thanks to the absence of Asklasua, Cajero was regaining his power.

(This is intuitive, but I thought the wise might be close to me)

Does that mean a spirit or something? That explains all that strange power and wisdom.

(Cajero, what else do you know? I guess there's something to it with him)

(I did seem to know this one over there. But if I remember correctly, I thought we'd meet for the first time...)

(Is that true? It's hard to believe because it's so frustrating)

It was as if I had seen the resentment in front of me from 10,000 years ago, and it was usually very unthinkable from the sober Cajero.

(I doubt it myself. I can't think of any reason whatsoever why I've become so hostile)

(Right...)

Seems useless to pursue any further.

I don't know if Cajero is telling the truth. I might be hiding something. Even so, yes. They'll just do well where they step in. His opponent is Cajero.

Then this is it now. Not being too stubborn in the unknown is also a measure of genius.

It could be obvious if we cut in at another angle another time. I shall wait for that time.

Speaking of what else we can do at the moment, is it enough to bring home sand? Let's analyze it later.

There was no reason to stay in the house any longer.

I'm working with Cajero to get out of here.

The alchemy furnace on both hands had been broken because of the runoff. My right hand, in particular, had stopped moving. I have to go home and treat him.

Rip off your left arm.

That's just it. The iron lattice shrugged and bent.

A space is created where each person can easily pass through.

Outside, out.

Run. The wind pushes after. I felt faster than I was on a horse.

A man wrapped his robe around the corner of the cave was walking. It would be a member of the organization.

No sound, stuffing the distance in an instant. Grab that head. Flush magic and stun it.

(I will keep my use demons lurking in my deep consciousness. they will unknowingly begin to behave in our interest)

(That's a convenient force. That's the king of all demons who invites and confuses you.

(Where did you call that name... no, that's what the sage called it)

(I didn't think it was just a famous spirit. It's an honor.)

Also known as "sneak and curse".

Worst of all, evil spirits of disaster.

... about 150 years ago. There is a record of mad-driven clerics summoning "kings of all demons who invite and confuse" in Nephil, a small country in the east. The king of the kingdom was known for thinking of the people and laying good governance, but overnight he turned into a merciless slaughterer. Driven by the fear of betrayal, he cut off successive loyal ministers who had supported the country until then. I suspect cheating. I set fire to the rear palace with the queen's neck strapped too much. At the end of the day, he said he hung himself for fear of himself running into such a crime. Then, less than a year later, Nephil perished.

(... Isn't it horrible? I can break Philka's heart and take away her body right now)

(But I can't do it. Because I'm useful to Altilia.

On the contrary, if it were to cause harm, would you not hesitate to lay your hands on it?

(Of course. because my world revolves around the lady)

(I see. Love.)

... that was an unexpected word for myself.

I've lived a life of alchemy all the way down, too colourless compared to my age. That's what I said about love. There are so many things that don't suit me.

But when I put it out of my mouth, I saw it stick.

Isn't it touching one piece of truth?

Reminds me of a conversation I had a while ago.

- You're a sweet girl. I'm going to fall in love more and more.

- Then I wonder if Master Felia will be your biggest enemy.

No, it's not.

It's never my sister or anything like that that could be my biggest lover.

(Deep love. I can't lose this)

(I say something very different. I thought it was deep respect and loyalty that I have for my lady.)

(Then think about it.

Altilia and I can't stay a girl forever. People's lives are long days and short years of repetition. Grow up soon. Sooner or later you will marry someone. Is that all you have to look at?

(If the person is worthy of a lady, it is not a rash to bless either)

(Eliminate if it is not appropriate,?

It also sounds like, "There can't be anyone who deserves it in the first place," I don't know)

Or maybe a future where you take Altilia and duel Cajero.

The opponent is a spirit powerful enough to stand alongside the ancient gods.

There is no shortage of geniuses to challenge with all their spirits.

I will defeat them in the cave, one after the other, with the help of Cajero. Escape will be easily achieved.

The problem is no longer there.

It's important to know a little more about Cajero's power throughout this battle. How to face it and how to defeat it. I wanted that clue.

Oh, speaking of which.

When I plugged into a bend earlier, I hit people carelessly. He wore a blue and white monk's coat, the symbolic color of Loxona, and his face had an impressive oaky nose when it came to it. Sometimes I was running with fierce momentum, and the man drew a beautiful parabola in spite of that giant and blew it off, punching his head on the floor. It stopped tickling as it was.

(... I killed him, or what)

(No, I thought you were just unconscious.

Dear Philka, I was wondering if only this person should be taken home)

(Tell me why. I guess we'll get results commensurate with the effort of carrying this obese body)

(Of course.

Profuen, Archbishop of Loxona.

because he is the mastermind of a series of cases)

It was surprising.

Too unexpected.

If this were a novel or a play, the mastermind would have just appeared as a mighty enemy at the end.

I had no idea that was going to be settled so quickly.

I just had to close my eyes.