I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

We have to cross several mountains from here to the imperial Medes.

However, fortunately, there was a tunnel this time.

It's what the Altilian dolls have been digging for.

We go through there, we go south.

In addition to Brother Tourus, the other facial touches are the knights of the Whispers, including Cajero, Weistar, Mr. Filka, Mr. Feria and Mr. Fromos, and then, the Puppet Knights -.

The tunnel was a pretty big one, and a bunch of carriages could go side-by-side.

I apparently remained tired yesterday, and at some point I fell asleep in my seat. I woke up, just, about out of the tunnel.

The sky is vermilion and the sun is about to set on the edge of the mountain.

It was the departure at dawn, so we would have arrived in the Empire City of Medes in only half a day.

"Quiet..."

Honestly, it's so clappy.

That's what I've been able to get here so quickly, and the Imperial Army never came out to intercept me. Reach the walls of the Imperial City.

All the soldiers who guard the gates,

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I just look up at the sky with my sleepy eyes.

The term unwilling doll suits me well.

Are they also victims of Altilia again?

The same situation prevailed in the capital.

A bunch of insensitive people just wander around like zombies.

"This is another face demon..."

Fromos, the captain of the regiment, shook himself spookily.

Alert yourself around, and continue down the main street.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

"Ugh......!?

Mr. Filka, who was sitting in front of my left diagonal, is thrown out of his seat so that he can relax.

"Oops, I guess you're okay"

"Oh, I'm sorry"

It was Brother Tourus who took Mr. Filka.

Across the street as a seat, next to my left.

'... for a moment, I'll look outside. I have a bad feeling about this.'

Cajero, who was on my lap, leaves the carriage.

Plus Mr. Feria,

"I'm coming, too. Alty, don't let Weistar go."

I followed him with a nervous face somewhere.

"Princess, you should be able to escape at all times."

When you hold the pattern, the Wiestar of the Magic Sword calls out to you that way.

"Originally there were strange signs, but now there is tingling.

It smells like battlefield, this guy. '

I want you to stop.

I've been sticking my neck in rough stuff these days, but I'm supposed to be a non-combatant.

Ten years old. There she is, and she's a duke's warrant.

When this one thing is cleared up, it's time to go back to a peaceful life.

I've been busy ever since I got my memories back in my previous life. Maybe let me gobble them up on a yearly basis.

- I looked out the window and it was snowing.

"Huh?"

I know, I'm confused.

The season is perfectly autumnal.

It's still too early for the Empire to stain white.

"... come on, you're serious"

"What's wrong, Weister?"

"It's a sign, it's a sign."

"Whose?

"Speaking of snow, it's settled, then, Christoph's idiot -"

"Alti!"

Until whenever I was stuffed with cut feathers, the screams of Brother Tourus.

I wondered if they lifted me up, and I was dancing in the universe.

After a lot of floating, landing.

"I'm sorry about the mess."

"It's okay. Uh, what the hell happened?

"It's..."

And at the same time that Brother Tourus was about to say...

There was a roar.

"What, this...?

I can't help but whine.

The carriage we were riding was crushed by a giant ice column.

"Princess, stand up. I'm your lifeline now."

Pull the sword out of the sheath, as Weistar tells me.

The snowstorm had gained momentum and smeared the area with faint gray.

Cold.

But not the other way around.

From afar, slowly, the shadows approach.

Slurdy length.

Gold, edged, old military uniform.

Walking is streamlined, yet like the art of movement.

Blue and white skin had passed through unhealthy conditions and reached what should be called great beauty.

"… Count"

Christophe Dujenne.

Commonly known as “the wandering Count".

That look is usually soft as it is directed at me, not.

His eyes are vain, and he drifts an air similar to that of a sleepwalker.

"The future me (Altilia) left me a souvenir."

The Count had infiltrated the Empire one foot away.

Probably ran into Altilia there and she was turned into an unwilling doll.

"Mitsuketazo"

Earl whining in a lacking voice of discouragement.

I don't feel any emotions there.

... followed by spinning words, I doubted my ears.

"Altiliayo, Notameni of Lutne, Conoyo (world) Karataijo (exit) Citemorau"

Lutne.

Lutne Craves.

He is the protagonist of "Rune Night Concerto" and the artificial life (homunculus) created by Altilia.

It's just that in this world I'm the one in Altilia - I don't make Lutne or anything.

Therefore she does not exist, and the Count cannot possibly know her name.

And yet, why?