I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

According to the information Weiss pulled from the head of the passers-by...

His name is Zda Marteus.

As expected, he was Mr. Feria's fourth fiancée.

He was grabbed by the third prince to give him a deep drink on the banquet table, and all sorts of other evils were to be shaped out and kicked out of the Marthous family. After that, he seemed to have changed his name and turned himself over to the Adventurer Guild, but he got rid of successive troubles and eventually dropped himself in the backyard.

The magic sword that Zuda was using was an "advance" on the assassination request, which promised him enough money to play and live for the rest of his life and his place in the empire.

... I wonder why the empire comes out here.

(Artie, don't you recognize this guy's face?

Clever. According to my analysis, it sounds like a client.)

It's part of Zda's memory that Weiss flew in.

The client looked like an oak coming out of the RPG.

He is plenty fat and has a noticeable large upward nose.

Uhm.

I think I saw it somewhere, but the memory shelves don't open well.

No, Cajello answered me farewell instead.

(You're Mr. Profuen, the archpriest of Loxona.

Two years ago, you should have also been at a party in the trade city of Spirit.

I had removed it from the surveillance because of the small items that were not enough to take it, but I no longer expected to strip the lady of her fangs...)

The silence that followed was telling Cajero's surprise.

I feel the same way.

I didn't expect to hear the name of the Archpriest of Profuen here.

But it's not an impossible story.

My power is too great for an individual to have. There will also be people who look at it as dangerous.

Whenever and wherever people are after their lives, it's no surprise.

Rather, I have been too alert so far.

It rarely happens here in the world of maiden gay, hanging up and standing around. It was sweet that way.

It's a terrible mistake.

The pain that remains in the slashed left arm tells me.

This is real. I can't help it. It's real. We have to live and die here.

(I mean, isn't this priest a little too much?

I'm seeing Zuda in person by saying, "To show at least sincerity," but this kind of bad talk is going to devise a way not to get caught in the tail. There will be a lot of things when you act as an intermediary.)

(Maybe the Archpriest of Profuen is just a pawn for someone truncated. Keep the investigation going)

(I hope so, Cajero.

By the way, a good amount of time has passed, but I wonder how much longer they'll wait)

This is not in front of the 'Busy at the docks' pavilion.

We are in the reception room of the Garrett Palace in the northern part of the King's Capital.

Could it be due to alchemy, the indoors were unrelated to the heat outside and rather chilly.

... after reviving the red-haired youth.

We were guided here by the Knights of Peace, who came at a time not to mention.

Apparently the King has an immediate apology for everything about this incident.

(But is this such a problem that a king of a country has to come out?

(Come on, Artie, you, think about your position)

Pimp and sword on the couch - Weiss jumped. The sheath is covered because it is not dangerous to pull out.

Zuda is not here. He was handing himself over to the Knights. According to Cajero, "it would be more useful to keep it first".

(Resident ambassador of a friendly country, and a well-known adventurer for His Excellency the Duke.

A royal man tried to kill him, even though he was mistaken.

I don't know. It's bad news.)

(And the current king has just taken office, a situation where there are still many political enemies.

Looks like we've been on our way to the southern part of the country since this morning, but it would be natural to rush back and take it back.

Well, what the worst is envisaged in the heart of the young king)

- After all, Cajero was right.

In the carriage back to the King's Capital at full speed, the thirteenth King Margaroid, Lereol, held his head.

The youthful face in the middle of twenty carved with nervous wrinkles, however, of an age-inappropriate nature.

What he was most worried about was neither his relationship with the future Empire nor his place.

(Quickly, get there quickly. Otherwise the country will crumble)

The Duke and Lady of Whisp, Altilia.

Also known as the Demon-Eyed Puppet Princess.

According to information coming in from a certain muscle, she is trying to make the Empire ours with its mighty power.

A number of cities are already dominated from behind by the dolls.

Besides, a huge labyrinth is being built beneath the trading city of Spiril. It would be in preparation for future wars.

(Zuda, if this is the case, I should have executed you)

It is obvious that the empire is no longer terminal and will eventually fall into Altilia's hands.

I was trying to build a friendship for that time... and this ruins everything.

Rather, it may attempt to attack and destroy the kingdom before the empire.

'Not to make new dolls too often' was presented as a condition for immigration, but only for each written promise. I should have called it a constraint ceremony. Or there was the hand of refusal of entry.

(No, that would have bought me an unhappiness.

He could have taken tens of millions of dolls and pressed for the country to be opened.

... I guess my life was packed the moment Altilia Whisp was born into the world)

By the way.

This dark imagination of him, though small, had gone out into his mouth.

Besides, the clerk sitting next to it was secretly writing it down.

For this reason, Lereol will be called the "King of Pessimism" in future generations.

... It was just around the end of our conversation that the rat came running over with Statatatata along with the chirping of Choo from the shadow of the bookshelf.

Maybe I was anticipating timing.

(Thank you. and the end)

(Choo!)

Rats were gesturing to Cajero and reporting something.

Somehow, Merchant.

(Thanks, keep trying to gather information)

Chu! and make a saluted move and the rat leaves in a refreshing manner.

They appear to be lurking in the Royal Palace as agents under Cajero.

(Ma'am, I got your backing.

I've re-washed all the information so far, but it still looks like the "royal acquiescence" that was Zuda's mouth)

(Then I wonder why the Knights of Peace arrived late)

(I was wondering if it was because they were taking personnel in a separate case.

I've looked into it, but only this morning there have been a few unusual incidents.

Robbery and murder from quarrel to kidnapping, at the end of the day, museum bombing trailers and plans to raid the royalty - let's loosely exceed 500 if we add up big and small.

And all of that is happening in a district where your daughter is not here)

(Heh, are the Knights of the Peace waxing at work in Toko away from Alti? That would be too late to rush.

Yeah, smart. You know what I mean. This has something behind it. Definitely)

(Weiss, I think anyone would be suspicious of being so outspoken...)

I'd rather flush this. - If I could, I think the guy's such a big shot.

(Ugh... Artie, you're quite the one to say it. My chest hurts)

Where the hell is the chest, though there is the word "sword belly"?

Well, there's more to think about than that.

I open my mouth and ignore the wispy Weiss.

(And your father is back in the empire on urgent business, and Mr. Filka is also traveling to the Alchemist Association headquarters, as if he had indicated to you)

(That's likely. Enemy hands are so long beyond our imagination.

Or it's not strange to have a second or third assassin lurking inside this palace. I was wondering if you should always be careful)

We should also consider adding more dolls.

Unfortunately, there is no magic thread.

Producing a golem with alchemy and unloading the Spirit there would be the best hand. Is there anything that is likely to be an ingredient?

Run your gaze. Outside the window, the garden was lined with trees. Well maintained and just right.

and.

I noticed a lot of crates lined up in the corner of the garden.

(Cajero, I wonder what that is)

(Tomorrow, a dance party will be held by liaison dolls as one of the Alchemy Academy's research presentations. I seem to have brought in the doll within the day before, but this would not prevent the case from being discontinued in succession)

(yes...... poor thing the dolls can't work either)

It was just after I squealed like that.

rattling, and. The crate rocked. Many, at the same time.

I wonder what's going on.

It's like you reacted to my words.

Puppet magic activated unconsciously?

No, that's not such an easy substitute.

(... I feel the magic flow.

I was wondering if there was apparently a high-ranking doll magician hiding nearby)

Guess my doubts, Cajero tells me so.

(Artie, use me. I used to do shield spirits.

Much thinner body, but one princess or so would be able to protect it)

(Thanks, I'm counting on you)

I hold the sword. It was lighter than I thought. I guess Weiss is helping me.

Outside the window there was a spectacular spectacle of horror drama.

Hit the lid of the crate and the lustrous shiny arms extend one after the other.

This was followed by a faceless face, and an irregular body rose.

A liaison doll crawling out of a crate with a nosy look on her face.

Not all over the place, dozens of bodies were in the same motion.

A well-dressed lady who passed nearby raised a surprising voice and fell straight into the ground.

... It still didn't seem like a paragraph.