I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

I had a bad feeling all of a sudden that I was off the sidelines of Fiji O Logs and such, but I knew I was right.

It's a hell of an absurd rampage. A reproduction of 600 years ago? The emperor, the Kingsguard, Guru? Hey, I wonder about that.

(I guess the shadow of a rotten sage is too thin for Count Sun's theory)

I think Weiss would do well to point it out.

It is inconceivable that Asklasua, the wise man who has scratched the fate of so many people, has done nothing.

Although.

(Lord Weiss, you shouldn't deny that without a headache. Rather, I am enlightened thoughts)

Mr. Filka was nodding with a strange look on his face.

(Aren't we too aware of the existence of the wise?

Maybe that's what's generating Fiji O Logs)

Is that it?

Is it possible, Mr Filka, that you are a proponent?

(Nevertheless, I do not accept the story of the Count with my hands up.

If it were to be the same as it was 600 years ago, everything would have been planned by the emperor.

But spending the rest of his life as an aristocratic puppet, and being able to transform himself into a reformer by coming here with an 80-year-old man who's been physically assaulted by a disease?

I think it's normal to try to get the next generation to take over without a thing.)

It was not the Count who answered Mr. Filka's question......

(The next one who plans to become emperor made a plan, how about that?)

It was Cajero.

(It is also possible that we are now preparing to eliminate the nobility as soon as we are in power)

That was an unexpected development.

I just thought it would all end with everyone sighing at the Count's Yota story.

But when it came to the truth, there was a rather constructive debate going on.

It would be thanks to the Count for putting out a theory of sharpening the influence of the wise man to shreds.

"Isn't everything the work of a wise man?"

It blew the warm air that spread between us.

- Yes, that's fine. Because the truth and the solution just keep away where I have pressed sin on Darkless Arrow Cod and my seniors.

Behind my brain was a sage figure shrugging his shoulders.

The image was somewhat clear and visible to the eyes, as if the voice actually echoed as well.

Am I tired? No, maybe the sage is leaving a split or something.

Later, just in case, you should ask Cajero to look into the inner world.

Now... there was something to be done first.

(Count, if the purpose of Lord Solute is a revolution, isn't it more natural to ask Lord Altilia for help?)

(My self-esteem as a man parent would not have allowed that)

(No, cactus, or "something fateful to watch over" had daughter-in-law and kid. Are they dolls, too?)

(Not to the best of my knowledge.

However, I was wondering if it is possible that Master Solute and Master Cactus are willing to do the same from the perspective of parents)

I solidify my thoughts as I listen to everyone's arguments.

I refrained from speaking. Anyway, I am the Lord of the Five, except Mr. Filka.

A casual twinkle could narrow the flow of the story.

Opening your mouth is when you make a decision. That's what I thought.

Having just said that, I'm not bringing you anywhere near the truth where we discussed it here. Too little information.

If you want to know everything, it's best to get everyone involved and have their memories read with Weiss' power.

That's what I was going to do eventually. The power of the dolls is immense, and it would be possible if only if it were possible or impossible.

The question is, how do you do it?

A way could have come to mind that would have worked quite well.

There's gonna be a lot of holes, but we just need everyone to fill them in.

I've had enough, so will you cut me off to the first precinct?

With that intention I throw my gaze at Cajero.

(Well, was it time to give your opinion)

They passed it on properly. Cajero told me to anticipate the time and close.

(Right. Smart. My wit is out of stock.)

(Neither do I. It's been a long time since I've had my theories fought so hard. I feel dizzy)

(Then how about Lord Filka, the secret medicine that the elementary school students got on the Doerg territory in the south? I'll share it with you later.

Then, Princess, please sacrifice)

I breathe deeply once, spit.

Here we go.

(Well, listen to me)

... Cajero remembered a strange heartbeat at this time.

No.

If it was just uncomfortable, it would have been a while ago. Yes, since I woke up defeating a wise man in the spiritual world. Something had changed about his precious Lord.

It's very blurry, but if you dare to put it into words... "age-appropriate girliness" has fallen out, is it?

Some of them were originally grown up enough not to match their young looks. Lately, however, only that part seems to be noticeable.

The puppet magic that has supported her so far, doesn't even show one upset that it's no longer available. It remains only natural.

And then, this case.

I wonder what happened to this calm down when my father said he had a major reverse case.

It calmly takes the facts and even tries to show its future policy.

Does this mean that I grew up as the Lord of the dolls?

It's supposed to be a pleasure, if you will.

Although.

In Cajero's eyes was also reflected as Altilia was walking in the direction he did not want.

(Well, listen to me)

Take a deep breath and his Lord speaks to everyone.

(Figuzez, thank you for reporting. It would have been so long from the Empire. I'll fix your flakes later.

Count, you didn't weigh a thousand years on Dada. That was a great hypothesis.

Cajero, Weiss, and then Mr. Filka. Thanks, thanks to everyone for giving their opinion on this decision)

The sides that labored each and every one of them were so tight that they fell in love, the bright white skin, not from the human face, boasted a sculptural richness.

Aren't you serving something transcendental that has swayed for a long time? It was enough to make me remember such an illusion.

(First of all, Count's reasoning, but there are certainly many strange things about it.

But it's very fascinating as a "story". I tried my hand a little, but I don't know about this kind of service.

- An old emperor who takes death as his present and is determined to sweep away evil aristocracy for the next generation.

- Loyal Solute Whisp who perceived His Majesty's breast and dared to be well stigmatized by the rebels.

- And court nobles who just go right and left without knowing anything.

Don't you think this is gonna be an interesting play? Make this the face of the truth.)

Altilia has a slight smile on her mouth.

The expression was as sharp and beautiful as the cutting edge of the execution sickle, but too ominous.

If Cajero had a throat and lungs, he would have breathed. He had somehow visioned the figure of a wise man behind it.

(Count, I command you. Please enter the capital first and distribute the "truth". You can do that, right?

(As my princess says)

The Count who kneels and drips his neck.

The expression was trembling with joy.... maybe because there was an overlapping part of Princess Rustille known for her pity and determination.

(In anticipation of the time, I will go up to Empire City with the dolls.

- The Duke's warrant, who proved his father's innocence and showed up to correct the corruption of the empire.

Will you keep it that way?

It also matches the rumors the Count originally circulated to me, and I don't think it's hard to make them believe it.

Figuzez, you have a map of the capital and its surroundings.

Cajero, I need you to set up an operation to control the Empire. Officials want to detain no one left in the royal family or nobility, and think of ways to prevent the people of the Imperial capital from knowing. Are you okay?)

Altilia's words contained strange, unbearable pressures.

Some of her doll magic twists and bends the will of the Spirit to make her obey.

But it was enough to count that I exercised it, and it was completely different from the imposition I was feeling right now. Puppet magic should have been lost in the first place. Then I wonder what this is.

(... Cajero?

The Devil's Eye doll princess slightly frowned. That alone seemed to bring the temperature of the room closer to freezing.

(Yes, ma'am)

Cajero was praised for his insignificant behavior, as if he were being manipulated with yarn.... couldn't help but stay.

This was the first time I had felt such awe.

... Really?

Once in the past, I feel like there was. There was something caught in the vague memories before it became the Spirit.

The story goes on while I try to dig it up.

(Be prepared because Weiss will have quite a bit of work to do.

My escort, of course, will get a peek at the memories of the people involved from one end.

I wonder about Mr. Filka. Though he said he discovered a way to erase his memory or something)

(Sorry. I haven't even gotten to the point of doing this to someone else's head)

(I'll give you all the ingredients. Can you get the research going as soon as possible?

(Let's finish it by the time Altilia gets to the Empire. In the name of genius.)

Even Filka was on her knees.

... even though he is not a squire or subordinate.

(I'll take Mr. Feria with me. That's what I originally promised, and the status quo where puppet magic can't be used, something that even one person wants a lot of power.

I'll have Fig stay in the margaroids for intelligence purposes. As soon as the information against us is about to spread, please crush it.

It's the most important job in a way. Something I'm going to go back to Margaroid when it's all over.

If we accidentally stay in the empire, we might be incorporated into the new regime.

"I was going to do a reproduction of 600 years ago. And then good luck to all the royalty" and I'm going to run away.

I'm a hero of the Redemption over here. I'm going to live quietly, even with a cat doll.)

Looking at Altilia now, I wonder who else would believe it, anyway.

We are about to destroy the Stable dynasty and become the empress of the new dynasty. That's more convincing.

(I don't know who's up to any conspiracy in the dark, but I don't care anymore.

Something that just smears everything into my color. Even if you brainwash it, tailor your reality to the Count's theory.

- No objections?

There was nothing to defy as one person.

Altilia's words were even conceived of sounding like a shrine.

At this time, Cajero thought.

A being told in ancient stories - the Demon King.

The ultimate point of a creature called "One" who tries to change the world the way he wants it to be with intense will.

He said he might be present at the moment of his birth.

...... great. Really, great. I really regret the fact that the main body is asleep.

No, I guess I should be lucky to have stayed just for my souvenir.

I'm tired of being swayed by the situation, and now I try to turn to the side that creates the situation.

I push myself if I don't clear the way.

Isn't it exactly the return of the queen of nostalgic underworld demons?

It would be the result of the progression of the separation of this world from Altilia.

The original way of "her" is up front.

Superimposed, superimposed.

Then let's try to speed up that plan that redeemed us.

The method is stale, but you must be very indulgent.

Dragons up in heaven fall to earth and become snakes is the thing of reason, will they fly again, or will they just crawl around like that?

Let the pleasure take a look from the bottom of the Underworld Demon Path.