I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

At the end of the black painted door, a man rested, "Kukah... Supi..."

Sleeping deep and deep, plunging into the corner of the long desk assigned to the letter Co.

Tourus Whisp.

It's my brother.

"Hey, Mr. Fromos, can I wake you up?"

"Kindly, please. I've been in command for the last few days, mostly all night."

"... really?

It's still a little hard to believe as far as I'm concerned.

I can't believe your brother-in-law with a flying presence is moving dolls and knights to do business with the government.

"Mm-hmm... hmm?

Imichi, wake up slowly, brother, along with the senseless sleeping voice of reason. "Huh," he said, big acrobatics, stretching out his back. Rub your eyes with both hands.

It was a move like an animal in the cat family.

"Good morning, brother"

"Is that voice Alti? Yeah, yeah, I've been waiting.

Isn't it Fromos next door? I'm sorry, I think I left you to pick me up. "

"Master Tourus looked tired..."

"Thank you, then I'll take over from here, and Fromos will go back to his job"

"I understand. Excuse me."

Shh, Mr. Fromos leaves with his head down deep.

Only me and your brother were left in the conference room.

"Alty, just sit down. You must be tired from a long journey.

Yeah, tell me if you're the type to stand or walk when you think. 'Cause I'm gonna go with it. "

"No, I'm going to let you sit down normally"

I pull a chair right around the corner.

"Come on, it's hard to talk to you that far away. Come closer because it's a reunion.

Sure, I haven't been home from the Whisper Mansion in the last few days, but I'm taking a proper bath, it's got nothing to do with smell...... yeah, I'm fine "

Sorry, and my brother checking his body odor.

Eh.

"Dear Brother Tourus... right"

"Of course, Artie. I'm the oldest son of the Whisperer and the next leader of the party, Tourus Whisperer.

By the way, Tourus means “truth” in ancient Imperial language, bean knowledge. "

"Oh, thank you, I've learned..."

"Um, it's kind of other people's behavior. We split the blood, didn't we? No, well, actually, I'm not twins, so I'm not technically splitting the blood, but still, you didn't come from the same father and mother. I haven't seen you face Matomo in years, and I don't think there's a bee in a more dramatic and inspiring atmosphere, Lets Try?

What do you want, brother who invites you with both hands.

Jump in my chest. Is that a target alley?

Erm.

Really, this guy, who?

Blonde blue-eyed, looks just like your father... only looks like your brother Tourus.

But the impression was too different. There is no shadow to see, rather than to say that the shadow is thin.

The giraffed presence dazzles me too much, and my spiritual strength just shreds to the point of being with me anymore.

Turn around. I was full of desire to leave on the right.

"It's kind of bad for Nori, should I fish for a single interest more intensely? Then let me guess what Alty is thinking right now.

'Who is this guy, even though he was a translucent boy not sure if my brother was there or not'... right?

"Yeah, well... I was wondering if you ate anything bad or hit your head in the corner of the cake."

"I'm 25 this year, too, so I'm hitting the corners of your skin. I guess it's not until this year that I can captivate the Madams in the social world...

Ma, I haven't had a face since I got back here. I knew I could see it compared to my mother. "

Apparently, Brother Tourus is a Mazacon.

You didn't know, or you didn't want to know.

"Artie, you're probably thinking, 'I can't believe my brother was a Mazacon - I can't get married right now because of that'? No, no, no. That's not right. In the meantime, I'm going to be single until this country settles down, but before I do, shall I say the answer to the topic I was talking about? - Do I look like someone else? No, no, that's a mistake. I'm just forgetting Alty."

"Am I just forgetting,"

"Do you sound familiar with the term extinct talent, or alien talent?

"I've read it in a few books. That's what my puppet magic is all about."

"Big win, I knew you were studying a lot. You're right. Magic Without Magic, God Damned Miracle Big Sale.

Actually, I'm awake with him. "

"Brother, is that so?"

"Oh. I use that to manipulate my memories about myself. Want to experiment? One, two, three, yes."

Pattin, and Brother Tourus ringing his fingers.

Is that it?

There should only be dolls and knights here, but who is this guy in front of you?

On Sarah's blonde hair, blue eyes as if she had been drawing deep sea.

Somehow he looks like your father, but he looks youthful.

I have the impression that my white dress is gorgeous and fashionable.

No way, like your father's hidden child or something?

"Well, I guess it's time"

The man sounded dry as he stretched his elongated fingers softly, patchouli.

Huh!?

"Are you all right, Artie?

Brother Tourus peeks into his wake at me surprised by the sudden change.

"Suddenly it was bad. If you don't feel well, you should lie down, now it's with your brother's babysitting song.

I sang to Fromos before and he passed out in about a minute, and although his dreams and awakenings suck, it seems he can sleep. What do you say?

"... uh, no, I'll keep it"

Oh, I'm surprised.

It makes me weird Japanese, but it kind of makes my brain sick.

It's like being directly messed with your nerves, that feeling.

Still a little, I felt a tingling in the back of my head.

"Really? All oblivion takes a lot of effort. I usually just mess with my memories a little more.

It's like climbing the same mountain by another means, a force similar to your puppet magic. "

"Wait, all my power does is unload the Spirit on the doll. I don't think it's quite like that of Brother Tourus..."

"Hmm?"

Brother Tourus frowning for some reason.

"Oh, then you'll find out soon enough. No, I guess there's already an omen.

Artie, was there anything unnatural about the people around you that you wanted to do?

"Unnaturally, is it"

"Oh. For example, if you were walking around wanting chocolate, a sasha chocolate master would give you a gift like, 'Oh, Artie, you're beautiful today, eat your chocolate'. That's what it feels like."

Aside from the fact that you must be a sharp chocolate artist... it's not like you don't have any idea.

I want you to remind me of the sight you had with King Lereol.

I didn't say anything, but for some reason, the king understood what was going on here and prepared the highway.

Too convenient a development. Am I referring to that one?

"Looks like Jesus answered my question. That's what he looks like.

Shaping someone's will. That's the back of puppet magic, tell them to remember it well. "

Your brother told you so.

Unlike earlier, he had a terribly distant look.