I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

The distance between the Medea Empire and the Margaroid is approximately forty days by boat.

But if it's my doll, it's faster.

Ninja doll Figuzez is now crossing the ocean in just three days.

Ugh, you think you ran over the water by "putting one foot forward the other before it sinks"?

... I think this world, gravity and the laws of physics, skip too much work.

Whatever.

King Lereol still shouldn't know about your father's tremendous reversal.

When we reached Palazzo Garrett, we were allowed to pass as we looked.

Ask Mr. Feria to wait in the hallway. By the way, Cajero is lurking behind the ceiling.

"Lord Altilia, you've come a long way. I guess we met before at the Founding Fathers' Festival."

"Yes, I'm relieved that you haven't changed at Lereol."

"I'm going to have my stomach ache days just like before. So, I heard it was an emergency, but what is it?

King Lereol's expression was, as usual, soft.

After all, I guess I haven't heard anything about your father yet.

"You are the hero who saved this country. If there's anything else we can do, let's help.

I've already paid, don't hesitate. "

"Then let me sweeten your words.

I'm sorry to interrupt, but could you let the Medea Empire take you home? "

"Temporarily returning home, I guess."

"You're right. Earlier, I received a report that my father had fallen ill..."

"Oh, my God, Lord Solute...!

Originally, King Lereol seems to have been close to your father.

Is that why it was a shock, King Lereol had his eyes wide open?

Well.

Of course, falling ill is a lie.

I must convince them with every word of my mouth and secure a ship for the Empire.

Look straight into King Lereol's blue eyes.

Push it off before the other person suspects.

That was my policy.

"-!"

Although.

As soon as I tried to open my mouth, I was frustrated by the unexpected.

Tung, and.

Feels like the back of your nose can be tightened.

This is a precursor.

Eventually, the back of my right eye hurts and gradually turns into pain.

See you later.

Still, that headache.

In the right cerebral marrow, the blood vessels are twisting.

As your heart beats, Baku, Baku, Baku.

Breaking through my skull, something is about to come out of my right temple.

That's the kind of illusion that strikes me.

"Huh...!

I can't help but eat my teeth. Behind my eyes tickles.

He caged his strength in his knee about to collapse and managed to regain his posture.

Repeated shallow breaths with Zeizay, just wait for the seizure to pass.

There was sweat seeping through my hands. My body is terribly heavy.

How easy it would be to fall asleep like this.

But that, no.

I have something to do.

I want the ship, if possible, out of the highway.

Eventually, the pain eases a little bit.

The deep part of the brain remains uncomfortable as if someone burned it, but not enough to have a conversation.

What about King Lereol's reaction?

You must be surprised.

Anyway, the other guy suddenly started to suffer in front of me... That?

……

Something creepy was happening.

King Lereol was utterly unresponsive.

My heart is not here, what a level it is.

The soul (...) is (...) vain in (...) or (...) of (...).

He's pointing his unfocused eyes at me and Bonyari.

"Um, King Lereol?

Approximately, I'll try to speak up.

Then.

"- Oh, I'm sorry. Got a little bonked up."

King Lereol returns to me immediately.

"He said that his father had fallen, so he was going home temporarily.

Aye, okay. Let's get a boat, too, as per the offer. You'll be in a hurry, and the highway will be more convenient.

We'll be out in two days at the latest, okay?

"Oh, thank you......"

Even as I answer, I am confused.

I was going to ask you now about the ship, but how is it being passed on to King Lereol?

"For the rest, let's say I write a statement of sympathy to Lord Solute more than this. Lord Altilia, I'm sorry, but can you deliver it?"

"I understand, sir."

With no hesitation, I end my gaze with King Lereol.

Just.

When you leave the scene, I don't know.

Like a long long thread stretched out of my right hand and connected to King Lereol.

It's as if you're manipulating humans into puppets.

There was something strange about it.

King Lereol fulfilled his promise this evening.

Put it down for one day, and then the next.

Just for me, he got me a highway.

Mr. Filka was involved in the development, the Magic Steam Ship.

"If you add me and the power of Weistar here, you will be able to return to the Medea Empire in roughly ten days"

Cajero taught me that way.

'... well, Weister is more like an omelet'

Han, Kajero is the one who decided, if it's just me, it's the 12th.

"If it's just my power, it's Weistar's job to shrink 11 days and one day left."

"You guys, don't hang out in strange places."

While embarrassing Cajero and Weiss, I head for the highway.

There are two other people on board, Mr. Feria and Mr. Filka.

By the way, the Count is leaving two nights ago. Means of travel are on foot, or on the run.

Like Figuzez, they use the "left foot before the right foot sinks" method.

Could it be a very simple thing in this world?

I tried it in the free time before I left and my clothes just got dirty and it was over.

That's right.