I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

Episode 44: The End of That One Journey, The Beginning of the Journey

Soon after the meeting, I decided to ask the Count to leave for the Empire, but only a few moments before that.

On the cobblestone that leads to the main entrance, ahead of exiting the doorway of the Louis mansion.

Until a little while ago, the noisy heat is hissing and the autumnal wind is starting to blow. The tour of the four seasons in this world is always abrupt. I recall two years ago when your father proposed to study at Margaroid. It had just shifted from autumn to winter then. It was a terrible surprise because the worms' concert was suddenly no longer open.

"It may be spring when I see you in the Empire."

I couldn't wait for it badly, and the Count groaned.

"Let's do our job beautifully and welcome the princess with all our preparation"

He has been ordered to carry out intelligence work. Everything is the emperor's ploy to defeat the corrupt aristocracy, your father only dares to wear wet clothes, eventually the "Devil's Eye Puppet Princess" Altilia shows up to accomplish a 600 year old reproduction. I was supposed to spread those rumors.

... The original story was that the Count was to decide on the admissibility of his subordination when he graduated from the Knights School, and four more years are left to be suspended.

But I'm ordering this much work after I've been saved from a crisis of absolute desperation. I don't want to leave it ambiguous anymore.

The Count didn't seem to care, but he didn't want to be sweet about it.

Eventually we reach the main entrance of the Louis mansion. The ravens, resting their feathers at the overhead arch, quietly flew off the scene to see if they had distracted me.

"I have something to tell you."

The Count is tall. I can't reach that face with my arms stretched out on my toes.

Two years ago I couldn't help but be frightened by its length.

Not now.

I am unconsciously arrogant, looking up at the Count's eyes - looking down.

"You don't have to kneel. Keep it up, listen.

You called me the rebirth of Rusty Stable. Is that what you still think?

"Yes.... rather it depends on strengthening that certainty. Today's princess was just as harsh and pathetic, as if she had returned a thousand years ago."

- Instead of overlapping Princess Rustille, I want you to see Altilia Whisp.

I would have rebelled that much if I had been you once.

But let's set it apart from the sentiment of the girl. This world is not as sweet as it is allowed to be.

If you don't push with a strong will, you're just flirting with someone's thoughts.

So I speak.

It was a word of affirmation, of denial, and of acceptance, of separation.

"Christophe Dujenne, I acknowledge your obedience and will be my knight.

... Don't move, you don't have to keep your head down. Please don't make me say the same thing. I told you to keep asking.

I will allow you to continue dreaming of the late Princess Rustille.

But I'm not going to stick with that. Just do what you want.

If the time has come for disillusionment, leave without saying anything. "

I knew it was something I didn't want to talk about.

Still there was certainty that the Count would not leave. Memories I don't remember are back in my brain. The interaction between Princess Rustille and the Count that was exchanged somewhere someday.

- I'm not a doll waiting for help in the tower anymore. If you want to satisfy your cheap heroic aspirations, go to your sister.

- I want to give my life because I'm such a princess.

Paranoia? Or have I ever been Princess Rustyou?

I don't know, but I don't mind. I'm me, that's enough to live.

"Okay?

To my inquiry.

The Earl, who had been seeking the late Lord for a thousand years,

It's like a wanderer who found a permanent place to live, with a sobbing look on his face.

"- The princess's, as you wish."

Yes, I answered.

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