Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Why, was this it?

Cain stares at the object in front of him.

It's called a reddish brown color like barbecued pottery, you make dolls out of dirt and they don't collapse? I thought so, but that looks okay.

But big eyes like this big dragonfly or bat.

There is a strange rash, the creation of a torso like three or four heads.

Strange patterns, like the excavation from ancient ruins, can be described as somewhat artistic, but they were strange shaped dolls anyway.

Cain, who thought he could make something like a bear or a rabbit at best, or something that mimicked an old man's appearance, had no choice but to put an end to it.

That's how Cain remembers.

I've visited her room before. Only over Chiara's shoulder responding at the door, but I don't think there were any substitutes in the room that would have made this spouse smell.

Very normal.

Or rather, as a woman, I thought it was too simple.

If it's a woman's room about her age, it's colored with stuffed animals, cute patterned covers, etc., but isn't Chiara really interested in that aspect?

At best, the cushion with the frills was enough to catch my eye, as I could tell the source was Maya, the samurai.

... I find it difficult to understand Maya's hobby as a cain.

I've also heard stories of a knight who once dated her being frilled back to the cuff somehow "because I had time" when she left it with her because she said she would fix the flakes on her jacket.

Because all of Mrs Beatrice's handkerchiefs, made by Maya, were frilly equipped, and all sorts of anecdotes, and Cain has actually witnessed that, too.

Anyway, from that point of view, could Chiara... not decorate the room with her own taste because of something wrong with her taste?

And this time the doll is a manifestation of her taste itself, isn't it?

Chiara, who had finished her surgery, was also often flabbergasted to see the earthly shape she had created.

"Whew..."

I guess it's an unexpected situation for her, too, because she says that in a crushing voice.

... I knew you made it unconsciously, Mr. Chiara.

While Cain was in Chiara's senses, something like a shard of red stone emerges from an old man who no longer moved his mouth, wondering if the light had risen.

It disappeared to dissolve in the earthly shaped body.

Fantastic... should be a sight.

Even as Cain, who was new to witchcraft, I was slightly impressed, but when the source is an old man with an odd way of laughing and the destination is an odd doll, the surprise squeezes into a strange shape.

"Oh, this is my new body!

As the doll began to talk, it became more and more bizarre.

Glad you succeeded.

That's what I'm trying to say, but my mouth is tight and my words aren't coming out.

All the other knights, Alan, were flattered by this earthly shape made by Chiara.

I saw their faces and I was just relieved. Because I could reassert that my senses weren't weird after all.

That's how I'm on my way back to the castle.

"Hey, Wentworth..."

Alan talked to me there when I put in a break about an hour on the move.

"Why did Chiara make such a strange thing? I don't care what you think about putting people's souls in it, I don't like it."

"You'll be asked."

Exactly what would hurt if they told me I had a bad taste, even if I knew it. So I cautioned, Alan's mouth didn't stop with that.

"'Cause think about it, in the middle of the night, where that thing's walking down the hall! You don't have to be a kid to scare me... If that happens, our castle could be called Haunted Castle."

"No... because it's a castle with dead people already"

It's a castle that has endured many sieges. Many bodies have been buried around them, and some have died in the castle.

Cain wonders if the ghost is any more important now.

"No way, Master Alan, are you afraid of ghosts?

"No, ghosts are nothing to be afraid of... I've never seen it before, but my grandfather told me that he had been walking lost for about ten years, and that he couldn't forget the habit of looking around when he died, and even the townspeople laughed at me. Hey, you're embarrassed to talk about that."

This would be Alan's honest feelings because he doesn't look frightened.

"So if that doll walks around, or one of these days gets used to talking to that doll normally, it means that we, the Borderline Uncle people, are accepting that sense..."

"I don't want to accept that sense at last,"

"What about you, too? Chiara looks fine, and we're gonna keep walking that doll, right? You're always with me, aren't you?

Said, Cain thinks about it unexpectedly.

Either that or Chiara, smiling and rushing over, hugging that doll.

Can you smile back well...... your cheeks are going to stick.

I imagine another.

If Chiara had that doll to run away from.

If I see that doll after I hug her, I'm going to have a hard time getting her to scream in surprise.

I was thinking about that, Cain, but as the castle approached, everything blew out of my head.

There should still have been time.

Yet the castle is already besieged by the Luein army.

Cain remembers a long time ago, when Luain attacked like this.

I can't even look for the whereabouts of my mother or brother in preparation for the battle, and how did I become a knight or something? If you're a soldier at the bottom, you can't wait to run to your family right now.

Now we may lose Mr. and Mrs. Borderline, who do not have a family, but whom we admired as Lord.

Again, Cain was biting his back teeth off wondering if he was going to see me like that.

Chiara says she uses witchcraft.

But Chiara, who has just become a magician, seems to have limited means to do so.

Still came up with measures to the best of his ability, and Chiara used magic to create a weapon stronger than a sword for it.

A giant dirt doll that no one is likely to defeat.

"Hey, Wentworth"

Alan said as he opened his mouth for about a few seconds and looked up at the giant dirt doll (the golem).

"I'm going to withdraw my rambling earlier."

Rambling is about the doll that contains Chiara's master Horace.

"I don't care how disdressed you are, I can't do this without that doll, and that's why I might be able to protect the castle...... I don't care anymore"

To Alan like that, Cain nodded.

"I agree. I think you can worship it now."

That's how I look up to the two earthlings (golems) and say, "I did it!" Chiara, who was gladly swinging Horace, calls out.

"Let's go!

And Cain and Alan nodded at the same time.