I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

The puppets' unleashed flame magic hasn't reached me yet.

Because Cajero sheltered me.

I went forward without looking at myself - in flames, wrapped up.

The black Borsalino hat burns and turns to ash.

"Lady, please, run, please..."

A bitter voice.

It's my fault he's cornered.

Because I've moved too carelessly.

Because I went outside the fortress without any thought.

Brother Tourus told me to "just watch it in the conference room".

I'm supposed to be glad I didn't do anything.

Imprisoned in the self-consciousness of identity.

"I can handle it to this extent," he said, driven by unfounded confidence.

Result.

Cajero was in danger of extinction.

They may carry the bumps of my stupidity and disappear from the world.

I don't like it.

I am aware that I am a selfish wagamama.

I also know you're dabbling like a child.

But...

I don't like it.

I don't want to put it all together.

The moment I thought so strongly.

An unprecedented amount of severe pain struck me.

Wordless.

A scream like a beast was popping out of my mouth.

The pain is as if the brain marrow blew up.

Or.

It seems like tens of thousands of needles were stuck out of the inside, in the eyes, nose or mouth.

Vision sparked.

The cranial nerve (synapse) burned.

In a bright white flash, it's like an early spinning film that brings my mind to this day.

The advent of Else much earlier than the original, and even the visit of the Count.

Study abroad to Margaroid.

Mr. Filka, meet Mr. Feria.

assassins to me, and confrontation with the wise.

Loss of doll magic.

The disappearance of your father and his return to Whisper territory.

A lot has happened.

Too many things happened.

I've been patient.

I've been pretending my heart is strong.

But it's the limit now.

The aggressiveness of the vanity is also out of stock.

I wonder where I went the wrong way.

I was more hopeful when I regained my memories of my previous life.

Advantage of "knowing the original".

I made use of it to try to avoid our own ruin.

But here's the result of trying to change the future.

There are one big incident after another that wasn't in the original, and my peace goes far.

I had the awesome power of doll magic, but rather the beginning and end of attracting trouble because of it.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

- Then you just have to rewrite it.

Second, I hear voices like that.

- Interpretation, this world is about people (...) shapes (...) lawns (...) living (...). If you don't mind, you can rewrite the story, right?

- You can do that. That's allowed.

- Because it originally came from the (...) outside (...) side (...) of the (...) world (...).

The voice.

That voice you hear from the inside of your mind.

... nothing else, it was mine.

regain consciousness.

Open your eyes.

Take what's happening in front of you.

Cajero is on fire. They're trying to make me disappear.

- I won't admit it.

I wave my right arm.

tangled in cajello, hitting the thread of cause and effect of death.

Did you know both reason and principle?

Mori Lu Wan, kneel (kneel) on this spot for everything.

Lay low, beg forgiveness.

Everything I want, everything I want.

That is the (...) person (...) form (...) demon (...) method (...) of ho (...) and (...).

Raise your left hand.

That's just it. Thousands of flame magic go out in an instant.

It's easy. You just have to turn down the Aya weave of destiny that involves each one.

"Oh my...!

I gave a startling voice at my feet because of the Puppet Knight's - I don't remember his name or anything anymore and I don't care.

I have no mercy on those who have their teeth pointed at me. You and others didn't exist in my story from the beginning. Let's make it that way.

I reach for that blue muffler doll knight.

so as to remove unwanted pawns from the board.

Like getting extra actors off the stage.

But before that finger arrives.

"Oh man, you're really a kid who can't stay jizzy, Artie. It's cute to run around with a pat, but you're stepping into (...) a little (...) a little (...) a little (...) a little (...)."

Pom pom, and he strokes my head - and I turn back to me.

My own consciousness becomes clear, as if the lights were on in a room that was dark.

Is that it?

Until just now, what was I doing?

The thread of cause and effect, really puppet magic... makes me incomprehensible as if I'd forgotten what I had naturally figured out until a few seconds ago.

"It sounds kind of confusing, but as far as I'm concerned, I guess I'd like to end up being as vague as the end of a weird discourse.

Don't even think about it or pursue it by mistake. More puppet magic than Alty thinks is a kicker substitute.

So - I'll take it from here on out. "

And.

Brother Tourus stepped forward to shelter me.