I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

Why did the Earl name Lutne here?

I doubt it, but I didn't even have time to think about it right now.

"Out of the way da"

As the Count groaned in his creaking voice, the Blizzard immediately blew around.

It's not just cold.

The area is full of magic...... and there are disturbing signs.

"Ice Tsuke, Svete, Svete, Eternal Ni Sleep -!"

I recall.

An episode about the wandering Count.

He ice pickles and collects shimmering talent bearers......

The power was now coming at us without any help.

"Gu... uhhh!

First, our knights were ice pickled, including Mr. Fromos, chief of the Knights. Probably because they have low resistance to magic.

I wanted to help out right away, but I was also ice marinated down from my knees with me.

On the contrary, little by little, the ice crawls up my legs.

"Even I can't prevent it... even though ice is our specialty...!

Wystar, the magic sword, groans bitterly.

"Damn, what the hell happened? Count's guy, he shouldn't have had the bullshit power so far... Ugh, guh...!

Weistar's body is covered in ice.

And then I stopped talking.

… and the ice passes through the grip (grip) of the sword and reaches into my hands.

By the time I tried to let it go, it was already too late and it was covered in ice to my wrist.

I wasn't the only one in the pinch.

Both Mr. Filka and Mr. Feria are trapped in the ice.

Brother Tourus and Cajero seem to be safe, trying to help me or rushing over here. Brother Tourus thanks to the denial magic, Cajero... was hardly damaged by the ice either because the original specs were unusually high. Is it still difficult to prevent it completely, or is there ice sticking to the ends of your body? The movement also seemed a little dull.

"Alty! Help now!

'Ma'am!... cum!?

The two of you trying to get to me.

But a new shadow descended on Hilary, holding back his way.

………………

The person remains silent and waves a skinny sword.

Brother Tourus and Cajero were totally stopped because of the ice and couldn't do everything they could.

I am, by the way.

"Ugh, sooo..."

Breathtaking.

Because now I stand in front of Brother Tourus and Cajero because I was a man I knew well.

Same as me, golden hair.

Just like me, blue eyes.

The crisp, tight side is so much that I even fall in love with the (...) daughter (...) of the fruit (...).

That's right.

Solute Whisp.

It's my father.

Your father, who had always stood by me no matter what, was now, somehow, turning to the enemy.

Perhaps he's been manipulated by the "Altilia of the Future” or Asklasua, who left the other day.

... to get here, my mind was, instead, calm.

The unexpected overlaps may have saturated your emotions.

Current situation, this one's overwhelmingly unfavourable.

My body is already wrapped in ice from neck to bottom.

Neither Brother Tourus nor Cajero can move because your father inhibits them.

On the contrary, the two of us are gradually being ice pickled.

There is no longer a way to open up the situation.

- It's not that.

Ho (...) n (...) and (...) u (...) of (...) people (...) shapes (...) demons (...) laws (...).

Puppet magic is more than just the power to produce moving puppets.

I can do many other things.

Let's look back.

Empowering the spirits, lodging them in dolls and serving them freely.

That's how Cajero, Valf and Cactus were born.

It interferes with other people's minds and, literally, turns them into puppets.

When I returned to the empire from the margaroids, I manipulated King Lereol and made him prepare his latest ship.

That's not all.

If you give it all you can, Mori Lu Wan, everything may be as you wish.

Turning off the impending flame magic is the beginning, I've decided I didn't have Cajero's death.

Power as if it were God.

If you can make the world into a puppet show, I guess it's the original puppet magic that changes its script.

Brother Tourus didn't seem to want me to use this power.

Maybe there's a downside to it that I don't even think about.

Well, naturally.

Because I'm a human being, and yet I'm trying to do something godforsaken.

But as it stands, we are driven to the plight of dying or living, and we have not chosen any means to get through this place.

I breathe heavily.

When I used "Really Puppet Magic" before, I heard voices from the inside of my mind.

I mumble over it.

- Interpretation, this world is a puppet play.

- If you don't mind, you can rewrite the story, right?

- I'm allowed to do that.

Phew.

Consciousness is distant.

It feels like what is supposed to be my soul leaves my body and floats.

When I realized I was looking down on everything in the world from a far away place.

Somewhere higher than the sky, higher than the universe.

It was a bright white space with different dimensions.

If you looked down, there was a snowstorm-wrapped imperial capital.

Gazing further, I saw Brother Tourus, Cajero, and my own body, which was being ice marinated.

I wave my right hand down.

At the next moment, a number of changes came together and at once.

The ice that was covering me and everyone else broke, melted, and disappeared.

On the contrary, the snowstorm that was wrapping everything in the Empire stopped perfectly.

The Count and your father, it seems, were, after all, manipulated by me in the future.

Deactivate them all and get them back to sanity.

I think it's too forceful a solution.

But I didn't have any other means, and if I cared about it, I could change the world more blatantly. It would be easy to erase everything up to today and start over from wherever you want. You may then change the situation settings.

Take, for example, the timing to reclaim memories of your previous life, not in the fall of a seven-year-old, but in the fall of a nine-year-old, or something.

Or try making the country you study in other than margaroids, or something.

Other times, the journey remains the same, after a direct confrontation with Asklasua, I'm flown to a land I don't know at all, where I restart, etc.

Well, I'm not actually going to do it.

I used puppet magic because there was no other solution in the dirt pit predicament, otherwise there was resistance to the fact that I had never decided to have the days I had walked or put my hands on the groan. Is this hypocrisy?

Now, thinking about how to get back to the ground, I heard a man.

"- Looks like you finally made puppet magic."

Lightly pigmented blue hair with blurred focal pale eyes somewhere.

Sage Asklasua.

His identity was understood as natural when he came to this white space.

Asklasua is just like me.

Weiss said it before.

Asklasua, a being from another world, slaughtered all the gods of the time.

I'm not from modern Japan, unlike me, and it seems like another world again, but that's not where it matters.

He was also a puppet magic user, apparently.

In a way, Asklasua can be described as my “predecessor”.

Asklasua erased the gods by puppet magic and himself became ruler of this world.

And then, after a long and eternal time,

I guess I was the one called in as the "heir”.

"Asklasua, after all, what was your purpose?

I understand the circumstances and background he has.

But I never understand that thought alone.

Just scratch around the situation, scratch around and see what you wanted to do.

"Well, I forgot my whole life. You look younger, but the contents are old. Eight thousand years have passed since the destruction of the gods to this day, but whenever the time has come for the" inheritance ”to appear, the puppet magic has rewinded the time. Over and over again. … in total, it could reach 100 billion years, or trillion years"

"You're a hell of an old man, then I wonder how much god you'd be."

"It's an unforgiving story."

Asklasua lay her eyes down and grinned in a light tone.

"But so will you. Far away in the future, you will be able to poke old in front of beings who should be your successors. Be prepared."

"Thank you, it hurts my concern.... too far ahead, though I can't get the image"

"What, when you're done, everything's for a moment. … I would have liked to have played in this world a little more if I'd been forgiven."

"Yes."

I am convinced along with a short gavel.

I want to be playing in this world a little more...... in the end, I guess that was what Asklasua was all about.

I was trying to delay my awakening, which is a "legacy”, in order to extend my life as a god.

Now that it has become homogeneous to Asklasua - something that should be called God - I can understand.

Even after I was reincarnated into this world, Asklasua had rewinded time several times.

I guess what should be called an error born in it is the "Altilia of the Future" that came to me the other day. I couldn't be a god. As for Asklasua, he probably expected the situation to change by hitting me.... Though the prospect seems to have ended in failure.

"Well, should we go for a replacement? Time to leave, Asklasua."

Asklasua is so weak that it can no longer be compared to the full season.

Even a second can't roll back the time.

Even if I were new to God, we would be able to compete more than each other.

What is more, the moments and the power of Asklasua are weakened and, conversely, my power is strengthened.

The outcome of the battle was obvious.

"If you're going to confess, now is the time. I wonder if there's anything left to say."

"Penance? I don't go down. I stayed my age, I just lived all I wanted. What's wrong with that? If you have a complaint, tell this world that has summoned me."

That was the last conversation I had.

Me and Asklasua.

Two forces bumped into each other and eventually, one swallowed up and disappeared.