I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

I didn't know why I asked that myself.

Finish putting in place measures to reverse it, and then only wait for Cajero to recover...

Maybe because I couldn't stand the clatter enough to count the stones on the wall when it comes to doing so or to hear some distant gap wind.

(How does it feel to be that kid's doll? If you like, let me know)

I asked a bad cut question. Reflect on that shortly afterwards.

I don't know what the hell I wanted to ask, I'm grasping it myself.

There is a presence right next to me that serves as an Altilian doll. My mouth was moving when I thought so.

But it's just vague how to answer. Cajero will be in trouble, too.

I was wondering if you could decide not to ask me - arrowheads.

(Wouldn't it be clearer yet to get lost in the lady)

He sharply grinds back the loose words and throws them back.

(There are beautiful heterosexuals beside us. It would be impossible for a man to arouse some emotion)

Every word pierces the shell of my heart and puts a ".

(But as Master Filka worries, I wonder, 'There can't be a feeling of love without cursoriness'.

Then let us set a signpost for thought as to what it is.

That you taught your daughter alchemy, that you are now "living" in this way. Consider it a reward)

All I could do was listen to Cajero.

It was as comfortable as being wrapped in the magic of confusion.

All five senses turn away.

The vision was blurred and the floor was cold and the sound of the wind was vague.

Such an illusion, as if only the soul were being left naked round and floating.

("Desire is a hand that stretches to a past that is hard to regain"

Far back in the day, it was a word left by one of the others.

I want to be your daughter's doll. I see. Surely it would be a hope that could be slandered by the fallacy. But I don't have to ask. Because there are no thoughts in this world that you shouldn't have.

Instead, we should look at what is at the root, the past we want to reclaim for Master Filka.

Trying to fulfill your desire without looking directly at it is like an untargeted journey.

Yeah, well, you won't be able to reach a satisfactory end point.

For example -)

A slightly clearer sight floating in the back of the brain.

... thoughts make sense, get a cloth body. Serve Altilia as a doll. But it feels like all Cajero and Valf are getting laid. This wasn't supposed to happen. I want you to look at yourself more, no, just yourself. Lock Altilia in a small room by trapping her. Engrave a slave's curse on its neck. Now she's her own. Yet unsatisfactory. Life with Altilia, who lost her free will, was just vain. Why not?

That was supposed to be a hallucination.

However, it was pressed with the weight of reality.

I could be sure it was a future that could be twelve minutes away.

(What I showed you is the figure of Master Filka, who walked through different possibilities.

Because not being satisfied is not a atonement for the past.

So let's ask, what is the crime department you carry?)

I don't even have to think about that.

I broke my family.

... My father was a politician of spicy arms as well as a famous alchemist.

The subject of the study is to revive the two lost spiritual drugs to modern times.

One is the "Communion of Graniu", which becomes an alternative to meat.

The other is the "Lingal wine", which is an alternative to blood.

Although I had repeated different experiments over the years, it had all ended in failure.

Then the factional struggle over the next king was increasing in intensity, and my father's frustration was unusual. The air in the house was still a battlefield.

Feria was always shrunk into bed like she was frightened.

It was pathetic. I wanted to do something about it.

Rely on adults?

It's no use.

My mother, who has just turned 21, just wanders around, and the servants are not involved in anything more than doing what they are commanded to do either.

Then I, my brother and genius, have no choice but to move.

Politics doesn't matter, but alchemy doesn't talk about it.

I can remove my father's burden.

I spared it while I slept and it dawned on my research.

There was also the advice of the wise Asklasua, who, at the age of ten, established a method of "communion" and "wine" making.

... nothing, it didn't change. Rather, it got worse.

Apparently my father felt humiliated that he had been outrun by his own children.

There were days when I got stuck badly and didn't come out of my room.

The court's battle for succession to the throne was in good hands.

My mother became able to play with animals so she could escape.

My sister was the only ally.

No matter how many discoveries and inventions I made in alchemy, I was never praised at home.

My father and mother both silenced me and began to love Feria instead.

I don't mind that. My sister's happiness is where I want it to be.

But fate is a terrible hobby.

Feria lost all three of her fiancées as she continued to stand, and the fourth was nothing but a crumb that looked down.

Normally, I would say no. My sister hated me terribly, too.

But while he was far away, a member of the royal family, his father, who could not establish his position in the new royal regime for the sake of pull cages, had no choice but to be engaged.

My mother just adores dogs and cats as always.

I couldn't do anything either. I didn't know that in the first place.

Because he was traveling to the western pioneering lands under the life of the new king.

When he returned to the king's capital, Feria's figure had disappeared.

Only three were left in the mansion pointing that way at each other.

As it is, to this day.

- That's the past I want back.

How pathetic if you think about it again.

I get revulsion.

What do you want to be, a doll?

Aren't you just hitting on the girl below eight years old for the regrets that have stirred up your family relationship?

It's not what one man does.

Who am I?

He would be the unsung alchemist Philka Leewas.

Genius must be equipped with a large vessel that can take responsibility for whatever it wants and what it wants will have a huge impact on the world.

I keep diverting my eyes from my family's problems, and what is genius?

Now I can often tell you to line up next to Altilia Whisp.

And.

My sister Feria came home to face her family.

What if my brother, me, keeps running away?

As a man, as a genius, as a brother, there will be things to fulfill.

Alchemists Association meeting? I don't care.

Not if you have been kidnapped for swallowing.

We have to get out of this stinking cave now.

Let's reclaim the past. Let's start over with my father, my mother and my sister.

It is only then that the sinister thoughts of Altilia will be cleared.

You should be able to talk about love with your chest up.

(Cajero, thank you. Thanks to you, the stray is clear)

The five senses that were indifferent become clearer. It was like being reborn.

(Never mind.

I was wondering if any of you would have arrived at the answer if it was Dear Philka.

I only pushed my back to speed it up.

Besides, it is also your daughter's wish that Philka reconcile with her family)

(You were worried about me until that, sweetheart.

I'm going to fall in love more and more)

(I was wondering if Feria would be your biggest enemy.)

(Same sex, impossible.

Well, that's it for nothing. Let's hurry back to the King's Capital)

(Understood)

- But there goes the dry applause.

Pa, pa, pa, and.

I heard it from close by.

"No, it's brilliant, brilliant.

Cajero, Filca, let me send you two a spare compliment.

The world is still full of surprises when it comes to meeting great plays even at the bottom of the earth.

I didn't know that the King of All Demons, who invites and confuses, would teach and guide young people. "

I knew the voice well.

A benefactor who once advised me on "communion" and "wine".

An acquaintance who is now only dating letters.

- Sage, Asklasua.

"The power to melt the walls of the heart. I thought it was just a force to dye with an evil whisper, but I see one way to use it is good too? Let's remember.

Well, it's been a long time, Mr. Filka. Is your father strong? "

It was no different than it was eight years ago, it remained a stand-up behavior with a play somewhere.