I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

"Hmm......"

And Altilia's eyes narrow.

"You're just like all the other kids on the timeline. We all had 'k; *' 'r;: | ~; k; w' '(|: t: k:' How can we be so different in our minds?"

Ironically squeaking was his name in Japan.

"... I'd like to ask you the other way around."

I look directly at Altilia, I say.

"What if you were in my shoes? Such a high-pressure proposal, is it acceptable?

"I didn't know that."

Altilia's tone was as arrogant as a villain nobleman appearing in cartoons or cartoons.

"If you think calmly about the damage, it's up to you to follow me"

"Isn't that what you call a lack of imagination?

I dared go on to stir it up.

"I wonder why your thinking power is so degenerate when you were also 'k; *' 'r;: | ~; k; w' '(|: t: k:'"

"... ugh."

Giri, and Altilia biting her teeth.

The tea grained from the forehead and fell into the pottery.

"I wish people were out lousy...!

"I think it's bad, but if you haven't noticed, it's too late."

There are other things that are too late.

I had already solidified my hostile intentions.

As a matter of fact, he skipped a sneak reading (telepath) on the way and was preparing for an ambush.

And then push another one.

I would like to draw Altilia's attention here.

So,

"In short, you just want someone to mind, don't you? The doll magically takes away its will because it doesn't react the way it wants. You're the worst."

Tell him that in a tone that looks down,

- Paan.

I hit her in the cheek with a flat hand.

"This kid, get on with it...! Then I'll finish what you want! Become an unwilling slave doll!" Doll Magic, Regina's Minima Queen (hortus) "!

Altilia glanced at this one, and her anger swept to the dew.

The last phrase was completely unfamiliar, but I could understand the wonder and the meaning. A kind of doll magic. The other day, I suppose it was the power when I spoke of His Majesty Lereol.

If it had been fully activated, I might no longer have thought or felt anything.

But.

"No, no, wait a minute. 'It's strange to have two identical people', isn't it?" If you think about it normally, you're just a dick named Artilia. "

While Altilia and I were talking, Brother Tourus, who was using the thinness of his presence to work out his magic in Sumiko in the conference room, activates Denial Magic.

It's the power to override the truth forcefully.

On the contrary, I guess this Altilia is not a fake, but really, a future me, more than the Denial Magic works.

"'The real thing is this little Altilia over here'." So "-" Whatever form you are in, "you can use (...) a person (...) a form (...) a demon (...) a law (...) to (...) use (...) a wah (...) a kah (...) to (...) | Y"

Along with that word, Altilia's magic spreads.

Apparently, the Puppet Magic activation stopped.

To be, there.

"If you're not a lady, you don't need any help."

Cajero jumps in, who was holding back across the conference room door.

No, he's not the only one.

"If you threaten Alti... I will not forgive you!

Mr. Feria headed to Altilia at a bullet-like speed.

Pull out the sword, flash.

At the same time, Cajero was condensing the surrounding shadows and releasing pitch-black arrows.

Explosion.

Smoke filled the meeting room.

Eventually, when your vision clears, there's...

"It can't be. I can't believe I'm wounded."

Altilia stood looking far from fatally wounded, but not least damaged.

"Yes, lie, lie, this... I'll go home and go to sleep, when I wake up, I'm sure it's all going well,"

A magic formation floats at her feet.

Are you going to run away?

"I won't let you."

But Cajero was much quicker.

Pursuit by magic. Dark arrows head for Altilia.

At about the same time, the magic brings out a blurry light.

Like a puppet with a broken thread, she fell on the floor.

Her eyelids fell off and she wasn't even breathing.

As it was, it never moved again.

It's over, is it?

It is very impractical because the showdown was so unpleasant.

I can't believe Brother Turth's "Denial Magic" worked so far......

Honestly, it's unexpected.

"This is inevitable for me."

Brother Tourus whining as I read this idea.

"Try knitting up something like 'denial magic' to stop your sister, or using a secret technique to tell yourself about memories and skills on another timeline - that kind of brother might be in some world, too, right? It's just an imaginary story."

No, I guess that explains the core as much as you want.

Kind of, my head's hanging on.

"For now, I think you should be happy to be safe. When you're ready, why don't we go to the capital? We have to undo those who have been deprived of their will because of Arty."

Then Brother Tourus left "excuse me because I need a moment alone" and left the conference room. The side of it is somewhere in mourning - I'm sure from now on, I will pray for that Altyrian blessing. As my brother.

And the next day, we set out for the imperial capital.