I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

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

The woman in the red dress bowed in an irresistibly polite manner.

The figure is very similar to that of Altilia Whisp to myself.

But the other one is much more grown up, and if you say sister, you're going to be convinced.

But only Brother Tourus and I are the Whisperers.

There shouldn't be any hidden children, and if there are, the puppets will be pinpointing it.

"Who are you?"

In the confusion I barely spin the word out.

"Also the sage's manipulation, I wonder"

"... I don't think you heard one."

The woman shrugs her shoulders.

Even such a small trick makes me forget to breathe and see.

She was equipped with something luxurious, something that could only be good with some sort of aura.

"Or maybe I put it in a bad way. Sorry, 'k; *' 'r;: | ~; k; w' '(|: t: k:'"

The last word heard was different from the official language of the Empire.

No, it's not even from this world.

So for a moment, I couldn't keep up with the brain processing - but "I" knew.

It wasn't reason, it was intuition, I recognized it.

That was my name before I was reincarnated, when I lived in Japan.

"How do you know that?"

I can't help but be.

My own name.

I'm not supposed to be teaching anyone, including the dolls.

"I wonder if the sage taught me."

"... although I don't hate the thought of pushing everything against that man"

Hehe, and the woman smiles demonically.

"Unfortunately, this is my original knowledge. You can't forget what your name is, can you?

I don't know what that means.

Gradually in me, confusion turns into irritation.

I wonder what it is, this woman.

There can't be two of them with the same person.

Then the target is set to be fake - and I always remember the footage shown to me by the wise man.

The original Altilia.

She had been taught man-made life (homunculus) techniques by wise men.

Then it should be possible for a wise man to handle it himself, so maybe I made a copy just like that.

Once upon a time I was trampled and vandalized by a wise man.

Must have been then.

The wise man must have peeked into my memory.

It was put into this artificial life (homunculus).

Yeah.

That's how it's decided.

"Shall I tell you what's in your head?

Artificial life (homunculus) speaks out as if it were me.

"That woman is not human. I'm sure it depends on artificial life (homunculus) or something.... I don't know."

"Yeah, you're right, right?

You're really stubborn, aren't you?

The woman sighs.

"I'm sure it used to be like this too, it's getting kind of ticklish.... you also collided with Asklasua, didn't you? Margaroid or Lucemia, anyway, in a country with that name."

Margaroid understands. Because it is a country where I stayed until about ten days ago.

Lukemia is...... never heard of it. At least there shouldn't have been a country with that name in human territory.

But it doesn't answer my question, and the woman goes on.

"Then you'd have let me chase you in my dreams or somewhere. She will ruin the end of Altilia Whisper, which I or you were not involved in, to the same (...) as Hara (...). No?"

No, it's not.

There's so much going on here, it seems like years ago, but it's actually a case about a month ago.

The wise man came into my heart and hit me with an endless nightmare.

The despair and fall of Altilia Whisp. Hundreds, thousands of times.

"That's not just a hallucination. Sage said that, didn't he? It's a fact that happened in a world very similar to this one. I wonder if it's a parallel world or a parallel world. Then even in a world where 'k; *' 'r;: | ~; k; w' '(|: t: k:' is reincarnated, wouldn't it be strange to have any other?

When they say that, it's hard to argue either.

It's a story that's hard to tell if it's true or worldly, but I can't say it's impossible.

"Well, let me ask you one thing."

I ask.

Soon I held a sweat in my hand.

Unknowingly, this woman was under barometric pressure.

Try to fight it and spin the word.

"I wonder what the hell brought me to this world. I've never heard of such magic."

"Oh, that's crazy. Haven't you heard from a doll or anyone?

The woman puts her neck up.

"It was in an old myth, wasn't it? People opened doors to other worlds to fight the gods of tyranny."

I do know that.

Weister taught me before.

That's how I showed up in Asklasua, and after I've killed all the gods, I take that seat and I like it.

"The corrupt nobles of the Empire did the same thing."

"You mean you've opened doors to different worlds?... for what?

"You don't have to tell me, do you? To you (...) woman (...) against (...) su (...) ru (...) me (...). I sought strength from other worlds to do something about Altilia Whisp with a terrible spiritual doll that could attack and destroy the Empire at any time. And then I showed up, and, yeah, I guess the old guys got really strong."

Puppet magic is puppet magic.

Is it such an operation as to hit poison on poison so to speak and hope for its extinction?

That doesn't mean I'm not convinced of this march to Whisper territory either.

One question, however, remains.

"Tell me about me in a different world. Why are you following the nobles? If you're bound by magic or something, you might be able to do something about it."

Earlier, I activated Cajero when he was about to be ashed, another puppet magic. interference in what should be called the thread of fate.

With that, I might be able to set her free.

Although.

"... you know, I used to love you a lot."

For some reason, they sigh.

"As much as you can do, there's no way I can't, can there? The spiritual shackles are long gone, and vice versa, the court aristocrats are puppets?

Then why did you attack me?

"- Harassment of you, would you be angry if I said"

"Don't be angry. It doesn't make sense. There must be no resentment from you in another world."

"I don't resent anything else.... oh, looks like the weather is breaking down again"

I look up into the sky, me in a different world.

The clouds were starting to get suspicious again, although the rain had stopped at some point.

"Well, let's just talk about it."

Put your gaze back here, she says.

Next time, I'll ask you to come to the capital.

I had a feeling you were going to say that line.

Then.

I, in a different world, slipped by me very naturally.

"Can I just have you put me in the fort? I want tea and sweets."

That's what I said, as if it were a whimsical pattern.