I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

- I'll take it from here.

With that said, Brother Tourus walks out in front of me.

Like a commander who leads tens of millions of armies.

It's like a knight protecting a people fleeing.

"Explained earlier, 'erasing my memories about myself' is like an application of what I'm going to do now."

That's what Brother Tourus said at first.

"It lacks flair, and I don't really feel like a hero. A lot of power to call a villain. You can say it's impeccable. It's more like ruining it with a pile of cold wheat, sprinkling cold water on the best stage."

Your brother raised his right hand high.

Stick your thumb and middle finger together and squeal your fingers patsy.

And I ran out of words like this in a terribly cold condition.

"-" It's impossible to think normally about a doll talking and moving, "right?" I'm superstitious that the Spirit lives here. "

...... eh.

If you ask me, I'm not convinced.

At least the part of "me" as a modern guy is nodding yeah.

Normally, dolls don't talk and they don't move. There is no such thing as a spirit.

But where am I?

Yes, a fantasy world of swords and magic.

The strange thing about being a modern man is that it should fall within the bounds of common sense from the inhabitants of this world.

In fact, even puppet magic was accepted.

Rating "lodging dolls in spirits" as "amazing" doesn't make them say "strange".

That's the standard in this world.

But Brother Tourus goes on like this.

As if chanting a spell, good.

"'What's strange is the common sense of the world, and what's right is my perception'." So "-" Ko (...) n (...) 's (...) is (...) Ri (...) Talk (...) "

Again, fingers, patchouli.

Praise me like a performer who finished his speech.

At the same time.

Patari, patari, patari.

The dolls fall, in turn, from the nearby ones.

No knights, no maids, no demons, no angels, no silo bears, no turtles, no snails, no fire engines, no tanks, no monsters...

It stops moving without any distinction.

I felt the spirits that were supposed to reside inside peeled off and driven away somewhere far away.

"Alti."

Brother Tourus looking back at me.

The expression is somewhat bitter. Magic......? Is it a recoil?

"We need to evacuate Cajero inside the fort. He gets involved too when he's here. Because you'll never be able to move again. That would be very sad, wouldn't it?

Grab Cajello and go back to the fort, as I was told.

The Knights of the Whispers left, including Mr. Fromos, to be replaced with it.

Though I wear a sword, I don't freshly poke it at a doll that stopped moving.

It was like holding a big bag Santa Claus was holding at Christmas and retrieving leopards and dolls in it.

If you noticed, the battle was over.

Brother Tourus' speech. Just the meshed words, too distracting.

I put Cajero to sleep in a nearby chair and then go outside again. At some point the rain had stopped.

"The dolls will be transported to the Whisper residence! Please don't forget to wash and dry! You can work for us when it's all over, or you can give it to the kids in the realm!

Brother Tourus gives instructions that way.

That appearance was different from the incomprehensible appearance in my memory and the chatty appearance I saw earlier in the conference room.

The next head of the Whisper family.

I was giving it the style it deserved to call it that.

Thanks to this, I'm a little hesitant to talk to him, and he said I was anticipating the timing of what was going on.

"Hey Artie, you were surprised earlier, weren't you?

Huh, and it turns a soft smile on this one.

"That's my, uh, alien genius. -" Denial Magic ". The power not to deny the magic of this world itself."

"... it was amazing,. Much more than my doll magic."

"No, no, because I can only deny it and break it. I'll give you back your innocent tablecloth. Alty's doll magic is far better and I have dreams. I wonder how you, my brothers and sisters, could have had such a different power?

It's strange...... and I tried to answer.

But it was blocked by the applause that it was, uh,

The source of the sound is the big hole just drilled by the dolls.

Somebody, something's in there.

"Alty, behind me. - Knights, line up!

When Brother Tourus announces the decree, he immediately says from everywhere, "Ha!" and a reliable reply came back.

Full-body armed knights form a pair of threes to align left and right.

I've got a situation where I can always fight, though.

"- I command you. Go back to the fort. Sort of."

From inside the tunnel, I heard voices.

It reached my ears well, although it was never loud as a voice volume.

"Ha! I understand!

The knights return to the fort in a march that leaves the line intact.

From the command of our Lord, Brother Tourus, we follow the words of strangers, enemies and others.

It was an unbelievable story.

But I was more confused for another reason than that.

Because the voice today was a very familiar one.

I've heard a lot about it myself from time to time.

On the contrary, I have heard it in previous lives. The Plains of this World (...) works (...), in Rune Night Concerto.

Clouds were already leaving from the rainy sky, and the sun was giving a peek into the wind.

From the tunnel, a single woman appears.

The hair was brilliant as if it had melted gold, and the eyes were as if they had drawn the blue of the deep sea.

Positive face, much taller.

The elegance from all over is multiplied by the luxurious red dress.

I've seen this standing - in a standing picture.

No, would it be even more adult than what it looks like in the game?

It's same-sex, but it still makes you angry. It has a color fragrance.

"Long time no see, and nice to meet you. Brother Tourus, and I (...)"

With grace, I bowed my head.

I know her.

She's me.

I'm the one who should eventually be.

It's me I couldn't be for killing myself in this part of the game.

Me and Brother Tourus showed up before you.

Nothing else, myself.

It was Altilia Whisp.

Except for how grown up you've always been.