"There was a guy in the Knights who obviously moved differently. Let me stand with you for once."
Elstat looks straight at me.
His eyes were like a red lotus that dwelt in flames. What's burning there is a pure boy-like vision.
"I wonder if it's because I'm looking for the same sword path. I know. Probably a great master."
My brothers had similar eyes in previous life.
During the summer vacation, a plan was held for a professional chess player to come to the department store.
My oldest brother won the challenge by winning the lottery.
The night before that, I had eyes like Else now, and I said, "Instead of stuffing, I'm gonna drive you to total annihilation and you're gonna be a celebrity!," he exclaimed.
Sometimes high school OB animation directors came to perform at cultural festivals.
My second brother was making his nose rough that he wanted me to read the script he had written.
My response in that case seems to be a lot less loc, according to my brothers.
"If you believe me, the Knights have masters."
"Oh, definitely. It's better than Carl Paynem, who won the game before you. I want you to cross my sword for once."
"Hey Else, I think... fighting such an amazing opponent might be over in an instant for you right now.
I think it would be better to visit someone who is playing with someone else stronger than that.
I don't know if you can ask me to do an audition. "
I think it's quite an exemplary answer.
But Else didn't shake his head vertically.
"No. Sure, I'm glad to have you show me the game and archery, but first, we have to slash each other.
I want to know, a total defeat. "
Then why should I call upon Carl Paynem with the power of the Duke of Roselem?
You can't possibly lose to an eight-year-old.
…… and so on.
If I tell you, it's probably a big fight.
Brothers, I hear I don't understand what a man's romance is.
- Talking to you makes me feel like I've been sprinkled with cold water.
My oldest brother has had such ramblings.
Cold wheat. Cold wheat.
I was so upset that I only gave the next day's lunch to the cold guy. White pulls packed in a box.
Let's get back to it.
In short, I guess wanting to fight a puppet knight is a romance to be Elstat.
"A boy swordsman in tune challenges his master, but he also finds himself in return for discipleship" - that's what he's trying to position himself in.
It's easy to cut this off as a pain in the ass, but, well, it's much better if it's as good as the original Else.
There's more or less this side to any man, and if you keep all of that away, you can't help but be in love or hang out before marriage.
Besides, this story benefits me too. It's also a chance to learn more about the Knights of Dolls.
I thought I was watching the Knights. The names and characteristics of each of them could also be sordid. Yet I couldn't spot Else's masters. (Well, there's also the possibility that Else's delusion)
Here's one thing, maybe we should treat the Puppet Knights from a different angle than before to figure out how to get along in the future.
So.
"In the meantime, I'll talk to that kid. Looks like I'm sleeping tired today, so maybe tomorrow."
I decided to answer that.
"Yikes!!!
Else was happy with the window frame so loud that it rattled and swayed.
I thought it was a neighborhood nuisance, but yeah, if you think about it, it's okay because there's a mansion in the middle of the meadow.
No, wait.
"Else. I think maybe the people who have been your escorts are out by now..."
"Oh, yeah, sorry..."
Shin, and the flame in my eyes will subside. They poured cold water on me.
The number of dolls I've ever made has exceeded a hundred, and they're no longer in my room.
So I was allowed to use an old little western hall next to the Whisper Mansion.
Commonly known as Dollhouse...... I hope it stays that way but don't laugh. Everything should be simple. The museum, refurbished with the dolls' own hands, has been transformed into a cozy place not so bad as the main mansion. Sometimes the maids seem to come skipping.
The next morning I tried to visit the Puppet Knights room - I was stopped.
Doctor of the Water Spirit doll sarcastic.
(I decided to do some sleep magic until the wounds were blocked. Well, it was tough last night...)
The doctor doll's cheek also looked like it was sprinkling somewhere. Apparently, I can't forget the excitement of the "battle" and it was raging all night.
Everyone in the hall looked tired on the street.
(If you really said so, I'll wake you up.)
(Yeah, fine. I'll come back. Thanks)
It seems that the Duke of Roselem will be staying for a while, and we were supposed to roll out to the city together today with patience. We'll see how it goes when we get back.
It might as well be after I meet the dolls who live in the city. Six months after they started living away from me, it's possible that what they realized could be some hint.
- Then a while later.
I was rocked by a carriage along with my solute father, the Duke of Roselem, and three Els.
"Ho, Altilia, sir. This is a doll you knitted too."
The Duke of Roselem speaks in a polite tone that slightly stings in the play. I asked your father before, but mostly he said, "Ha ha!" He seems to be the kind of person who laughs lavishly. Is it shy for your body?
"Yeah. I thought I'd let you meet my brothers in the city."
Two cat stuffed animals with sleepy eyes rolling around next to me.
"I see, brother. So my face looks just like that.
I don't know which one it is anymore. "
"It's okay. 'Cause you look a little different."
The difference is a little hard to tell because it's vague.
The child on the left feels like a needle, and the child on the right feels like a needle.
I want you to imagine the look from around here.
... Let's not say this to boulders.
Blinko, wonder. The route doesn't suit me.
and.
It was also a big stone and the wagon swayed.
The two cats fell to the floor in a dust, and kept the dust going. It is just as stable as having a dirt spirit in it.
"Stay!
Else, on the other hand, had a head. I hit my head in the pattern of my sword.
Why is there such a noise?
"I'm ready to be attacked whenever I want.
You might have something like yesterday. "
Ugh.
It hurts when they say that.
But it's a little too dangerous when an eight-year-old runs around the city with a blade. Besides, you'll be in the eye. Thank you for your patience today.
Leave it.
"Uh."
Don't be selfish.
"I get it. Well, magic works a little bit too. If anything happens, I'll protect you."
Later I regret this decision...... no, where there was a sword, the opponent was too overwhelming. The results must have been the same.
All in all, I haven't been on lately, and this day I'm going to be hit by more incidents than yesterday.