I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

Two years ago.

In the trade city of Spiril, the Loxona Archpriest Profuen saw hell in the world.

(What's a "doll princess"? This is not an easy thing to do, such as magic.

Isn't it the intent of the wicked gods)

He was "visible" to his pure eyes.

The stuffed animals decorated in the "Dojo Lodging" pavilion were all unloaded by the Spirit.

They were brought back to life with the will and the body, reclaimed for their status as human beings.

(Drop Altilia Whisp like this and it will bring back the nightmares of the ancient times)

Previously, Profuen was not a man worthy of a high priest in flattery. While doing everything in the conspiracy to establish his status, he was doing everything in the liquor pond flesh grove with property inherited from his parents. The result is the pig's dull face and body. "The ancient gods are so much more abstinent than the profén," he had been slapped in the pussy.

But before the crisis that could rewind history, his insistence as a priest, only marginally remaining in him, burned up as an undead bird.

(It must have been for this moment that this ugly self was given something past called purifying eyes, etc.)

As soon as the party is over, let's head back to the Cathedral of the Imperial City. There is no time for factional strife or anything to confront this threat. We need reconciliation.

... it was at the tip of its arrows that the wandering Earl appeared.

Profuen, along with a great sense of security, found himself somewhat discouraged. He also leads into the dark parts of the empire. I also knew what the Count was like.

(Is that a natural outcome?

It is stranger not to be targeted by the Count if he is as powerful a bearer as Altilia Whisp. She will be ice pickled and peace between the Empire and the human world will be preserved. As always.

But the Count should avoid the eyes and carry out the raid.

Are you going to do something in this crowdsource?

The Count is not moving with someone's life.

I'm just following a madman's logic, unclear as to what it means to be "for a princess who will return soon". Then there can be unprecedented behavior.

(What, this unpleasant feeling?)

Profuen let his nose snap.

It is by virtue of this understanding that we have retained our status to this day.

And his sense of smell didn't lie this time either.

"Can you forgive me the honor of serving you once and for all when I have fallen into the Underworld Demon Path"

The Count was kneeling to Altilia Whisp.

Profuen calculates.

Altilia Whisp and the dolls, and the wandering Count.

In addition, if the current Dukes of Whisp and Roselem also turned to the enemy, would there be a winning chance?

(No, what gives up? Isn't empire enough?

Then all you have to do is involve the world behind you and the countries across the ocean.

Using a curse that opens the doors of different worlds if you have to -)

From that day on, Profuen began to move to defeat the demon Altilia Whisp. He flew around the world and even went directly to the home of a criminal organization if necessary.

... That's how two years went by.

Profen looks back on what he's been up to today and thinks:

(The Lord God must be on my side, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have met Lord Sage.)

It was as if fate had guided me.

Throughout the journey, Profuen was circling on legendary figures.

One of two heroes who long ago buried the ancient god of tyranny.

Sage supposedly to keep an eye on the peace of the human world with endless lives -.

(Without the help of that one, this "Ten Hegemony Coalition" would not have been established)

Ten organizations, whether positive or evil, pure or cloudy, just put their hands together to protect this world. Furthermore, according to the story of Lord Sage, the Margaroid royal family has a tacit bond attached to it.

"High Priest, the showdown is seven days before the Founding Fathers' Festival.

With the sacrifice obtained, he manifests the "Sneak and Curse" and annihilates the Altyrian Whisp.

Now you're a hero too. "

"But is it possible, Lord Sage, to serve the king of all demons?"

"Rest assured, High Priest. My lifetime's procedure is complete.

- Or do you doubt it?

In the sickle gaze of the truncated platform, Profuen could not help but lay flat.

"Meh, meh. There is no extinction either! Just like I said! Yes!"

One ceases to be one when one forsakes his destiny to another.

Sage believes so.

A man by the name of Profuen was once alone.

I was trying to move things on my own volition and confront Altilia Whisp. If he had stayed him, or the wise might have helped too.

But Profuen let go of the lead.

At first it was to the extent of consulting the wise man a word or two. That would be acceptable. Everyone can get lost. It's no rush to clear that up.

Eventually, Profen began to shun the decision. Without the words of a wise man, he could not move.

This man is no longer alone. It is a beast as it seems.

The wise cut it off so.

"Meh, meh. There is no extinction either! Just like I said! Yes!"

The floor is blind to pigs for a long time, and the wise man leaves the ritual hall.

That is the basement of the Alchemists' Association headquarters. A group called the Ethizolans were joining the coalition and secretly offered a place.

One wise man whines as he walks without footsteps down the dark corridor.

"The acquiescence of the Margaroid royal family, huh? I wish we had something like that, huh?

If you still have a head to think about, you would have been told a wise man's lie out of a slight contradiction.... It's too late.

"Oh, no, when it comes to acquiescence, acquiescence"

The present doll, named Duke of Whisp and Cajero, has already determined the kingdom's passive attitude. Initially there seemed to be some worried men who would risk her and send assassins, but now they are completely "pretending not to see".

"The Decathlon League? How many of them are they really joining? I wonder if there would have been half. I forgot.

To reveal the "curse and curse"? Don't you know that you are getting so much body in the name of Cajero? I wonder what would happen if I summoned him again. Besides, it's an improvised procedure. It will turn out unexpected. It's a pleasure. Oh, pleasure. "

Lips tied to the true letter of the wise man distort the sparrows leaping but every bit.

Eventually that turned into a laugh.