I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

I jumped out the window.

The reception room is on the second floor of Palazzo Garrett, high there, but no injuries thanks to the wind spirits.

The dolls looked cluttered. From the joints of the body, the spherical joints and gear structure peek, making a slightly distorted hard sound with the gazi gazi gazi gazi. It seemed as if he was emphasizing that every move was sharp and mechanical to the point of being excessive and not willing to do so himself.

One of them is attacked by a woman who has lost her hips. He was shaking his arms wide up like a sickle of death.

I made it. Interrupt between your lady and the doll at the critical point. I slapped my sword on it as it momentum. It's more like a beating than a slaughter. I felt like I was getting used to fighting.... I've never done anything rough before. Is it because Weiss is assisting me?

The blade hit the white magnetic torso once in a while. It did not go straight to the horizontal giraffe. Only run cracks on the surface.

But from the touch, the icing begins. It's powerful enough to surpass that flaming sword of Valf. Immediately puppets don't get ice pickled.

The doll's left eye glows golden. A lightning bolt ran on its body, crushing the ice that was spreading.

Damn it, "Sage Stone"! Not good. This guy!

Weiss released his magic from his body when he shouted. Impact makes the doll bounce.

(Artie, this is a good place to run. That sucks. Smart. That's all I can think of.)

(What do you mean, Weiss? What the hell is a "sage stone"?

(We are natural enemies among natural enemies to the Spirit. I suck. It's going to be deactivated like right now)

(Wait, icing isn't the power of the magic sword itself)

(I'll explain later, but this sword was originally sealed with my spirit. You told me about the edge and pulled me, but I don't think I'm conscious.

... Cajero, Valf, can you move?

(Yes, if you can't protect your daughter)

(Breakthroughs make me flinch. Let it go)

Two people rush in late.

It must be because of the sage stone, it's going to be pretty immobile.

The protection I was wearing on the piece was also about to disappear.

Dozens of dolls stand before us.

No, he's in the back, too. It was being besieged.

All of them have demonic light in one eye. That face, which was supposed to be faceless, seemed to mock somewhere.

(Ma'am, this is news from a crow patrolling the sky. I admitted to appearing to be a liaison doll elsewhere. The total number is roughly 1,000, attacking people indiscriminately in the form of a siege of the palace)

The usual leeway had disappeared from Cajero's voice.

(... it could just be a bit of a painful situation)

Except around Altilia, the information network of this era is by no means complete, and it would therefore be impossible for the reward that reached the "King of Pessimism" to have been so far from the truth. In the first place, the King's capital was at the edge of chaos in successive cases.

- Due to the doll's army, Palazzo Garrett is on the verge of falling, devastated by both the King's Army and the close guards.

King Lereol lost his complexion.

(After all, Puppet Princess came out in retaliation. You Zuda, you Zuda!

The history of the Kingdom of Margaroid ends today for that rotten outer road. Oh, my God. My apologies to the first queen, Lady Marua.

Who did you assassinate? If I had an eye for everything, I would be searching for a mastermind and strangling him immediately.

The sight that was floating in King Pessimism's brain at this time was the king's capital sinking into the sea of fire by Altyria, who led thousands of dolls.

One innocent people after another is taken for assassination -.

(Oh, I should have been king if this had happened. I should have pushed my brothers)

In margaroids, things in their early teens are to be crowned as an ancient familiarity.

Lereol, in his mid-twenties, is too old for a new king.

I am old enough not to want a throne or anything else.

Still, I took the throne with all my eight hands, because I didn't want the too young princes to carry the burden.

Generations of kings had been forced into obsolescence without waiting to turn thirty due to an extraordinary mental load from a young age.

(Yes, I did.

I climbed this far to bear this pain)

Lereol's eyes, stained with despair, bore a faint light.

It is a small but strong will.

(Then let's act as kings to the end.

You should be happy that this self has been assigned the role of king of the diaspora, not my adorable brothers)

Lereol gives a face.

The carriage, which runs at full speed, is suffering from severe shaking.

The mirror on the wall is not strange whenever it falls off.

... The look on his face there was no longer quiet through the upset.

Our contact was staring at each other at a short distance.

The summer sun twitches and scorches the tense thread.

(Weiss, I wonder if there's a weakness in the stone of the wise)

(Sometimes. Sage stones don't work until they take in the sunlight. That's why you're embedding it in your eyes.

It's just the weather as you can see today)

There is no cloud, a blue sky as clear as it is difficult.

(Artie, can't you use the magic of weather?

(I can't. I knew I'd have to beat you from the front)

(Come on, we spirits are pretty much out of power.

The only way to pull out is to break through the thin part of the siege.

The woman in the back gave up. I guess I'm just gonna have to take you there.)

(Yeah. Just one thing, I've got a hand)

(Artie, are you going to be stubborn? Throw away your little sense of justice.

Humans, how much do we have to survive? I don't care how many opportunities I have to clear the snowflake.

Nobody's going to point a finger in the back where you abandoned that woman. That's how bad the situation is)

(Weiss, will you not make fun of me?

I'm not the only one who cares.

Garrett Palace also has Feria and Philca's father. Lots of other people got caught up in me, so much so that I can't count.

Throwing them out is a means I don't want to choose until the end)

I've been able to help red-haired people earlier, and they're probably growing a bit.

I said something that looked great to me.

But this is how honest I feel right now.

If I had a hitter but gave up from the beginning, I would surely not be able to forgive myself.

(Ha, not a thousandth of my life. My little girl barked a lot.

That kind of guy generally dies prematurely. It's going to be a short relationship, dammit.

... but I don't hate that.

Fine, I'll give you the last drop of the squeeze cushion.

Hey Cajero, your lord, aren't you a good woman)

(Did you just notice? This is why you are stupid)

Ha sighs Cajero. The strong voice color was also softening.

(He pulls me up, even if I am in a state of giving up.

No one would be more worthy to say to the Lord)

Wouldn't that be a little too much lifting?

Well, it's not what it just started, so let's flush it.

(Heh heh, it was a pleasure - duh.

Well, now, my lord Sama, who knows no fear. What exactly am I going to do?)

(I'll add more pawns first. It's as passive as it is now.)

(Do you want to send blood down to the offering like you did earlier, even spirits?

(I can't, and it's no use. If it's not unintentionally flowing blood, it won't produce magical potency, and if you can summon it, it won't be a force of war because of the stones of the wise.

So I'm only going to go back to basics today)

Sometimes I almost forget, but the original puppet magic doesn't rely on the Spirit.

It's the magic thread that moves the doll, and what I'm doing is in the applied edition.

(You mean take away the messengers?)

(Yes, I need to cut the "thread" that is stretched from the surgeon to do that. Weiss, can you?

(Tortoise. If you don't have to touch the radio directly, you won't get a flashy bounce like you just did)

(Can Cajero and Valf go too?

The two snort.

By the way, it may seem like a long conversation, but in fact, little time has passed.

Communicating intentions by reading is much faster than voice. Literally, it can be called heartfelt.

Besides, I can't seem to keep up with this speed, so what I'm about to do isn't going to happen.

(There are more casualties while we're doing this. It's a fight against time.

Because I'll be on the front line this time, too. I'll use "that")

Both Cajero and Valf were known to disagree.

So unilaterally proclaimed I inhaled deeply.

This was knitted two years ago in preparation for the battle against the Count.

In the event of a head-to-head confrontation, there is little time left for the magic of a permanent freeze to activate.

Backgammon that extends that chance too short as long as possible.

It was a last resort with all the risks at the time, but now that I've accumulated plenty of psychotropic drugs, it's not that big of a beating.

The human body has an unconscious limiter on it, so that it cannot give its full strength in the true sense.

Because if you do that, you could destroy your own body.

But I can deliberately lift that cap.

What a human being is, he's just manipulated by his brain with a thread called a nerve - yes, stand out.

Puppet Magic: Subject; Myself

It does not pass through the brain and nerves, but connects consciousness and body directly with magic.

Now the limiter can be ignored. Plus, I can almost zero time lags for thought and motion.

I kicked the ground.

He was jumping right into the middle of the contacts in such a blinking amount of time.

Consciousness doesn't follow me more rapidly. Relax, stay on your feet.

The confusion was about the moment, synchronized immediately with the body.

And my one second, it will be equal forever.

Slash, chop, cleave.

Snap, snuff, snuff down.

Poke, poke, poke through.

One, another, and the communication collapse.

The way we fight must be unscrupulous.

I'm just making it up to you at speed.

Not very much, but it's not what the Duke's Lady does.

This kind of thing should be a swordsman or a knight's job.

I wonder where and what I did wrong.

Yeah.

Nothing is wrong.

Do what you can.

Keep moving if you can move on.

It's always been the same, this is who I am.