The magicians of this world have the ability to make dolls.

Not the kind of inferior puppets that can be seen at a glance, but real, replicas that are identical to humans - of course, they have no souls of their own, or rather, they are not born like normal humans, but simply "industrial products".

Skilled puppeteers are able to create seamless "illusions" that can be constructed through mechanisms and magic tricks that can last for a long time without being damaged. In this regard, although Araya has also done a good job, there is still a decisive gap between his work and the highest-ranking puppeteer Aozaki Orange...

The master of ceremonies knows very well that if he doesn't maintain this body, he may not even survive tomorrow and will completely collapse... It's not that the personality can't bear the weight of life, but the collapse here really refers to the collapse and corruption of the body.

If you die, you won't be able to complete the mission.

"Cut!"

The master of ceremonies gritted his teeth hatefully... When he arrived in the completely unfamiliar world, even he was careless.

I didn't even notice that the other party took out such a handful! Even if you can only shoot one bullet from beginning to end, but anyway, the bullet comes out of the chamber of the gun.

The completely solid warhead did not explode after the hit, but nevertheless penetrated the left arm of the master of ceremonies ... The area below the forearm is completely unusable, and even the damage to the left wrist is far beyond imagination, and it will break almost at any time.

Of course, in retaliation, and in order not to have more accidents, the master of ceremonies did not hesitate to solve all three people - break their necks, stagger their spines, and kill them realistically!

…

So, now are you going to go to the abaya who made this body?

No... Although he did release himself, it also showed that Araya had lost interest in himself, and he had no reason to help the master of ceremonies maintain his body anymore.

But who else but Araya?

This is like a huge contradiction, in this world, the person who knows the situation of the master of ceremonies and can fix him is obviously only absurd, but for the emcee, absurdity is a completely impossible choice... Is it really going to end here?

With about a day left, it was clear to the master of ceremonies that it was impossible to complete the task at hand.

The method, the way to prolong one's breath in this world, there was only one left from the beginning.

…

The master of ceremonies tightened the scarf around his neck, and passers-by cast curious glances at him, which was not obvious at night, but in the daytime, in the undoubted summer, it was not surprising that the disguise specially sought to cover the throat would be noticeable.

He changed his goal for the time being—instead of finding a café near the Rite Garden, his current priority was to find Garan Hall, who was good at making dolls.

Compared to Araya, Aozaki Takashi, who is closer to a normal person, was originally the best puppeteer, and if she could help her repair this body, she should be able to hold on until the incident is resolved...

The only question is, although he is not like Araya, who has a completely opposite position to himself, how can the emcee, who can't communicate with people, convince Orange to help him repair his body?

The red of pain.

Whether it's the title itself, or the act of positioning the title as a forbidden sentence, it reminds the emcee that this woman is still a magician at heart...

In addition to having a relationship with the good old man Kanya Kurokiri, he hasn't thought of any good way, but compared to these, if he can't find the magic workshop "Garan no Do" of Aozaki Orange, it's just a mediocre self-disturbance.

The master of ceremonies had deeply realized the inconvenience of not being able to communicate, and the great loneliness of walking on the streets of a foreign country was no less than that of gazing at the ruins of the apocalypse.

He hadn't intended to warn anyone... According to the unspoken rules of the Skyclave realm, mysteries can only be dealt with in unknown places and in unknown ways, and the streets should be absolutely safe at noon in the middle of summer.

However, the pain from death and beyond death made him tense his nerves all the time, and a strong sense of estrangement and a sense of lost belonging made him unable to let go of any passerby.

The lonely search continues, and the passage of time can be heard at every step, which makes people restless. It is unbelievable that at this time, the master of ceremonies actually felt the strength in his body more effectively than before - that's right, the strong destruction ** on the eve of destruction was ravaging his brain, and for a moment he could even feel that he was changing in the direction of "murderer".

… Perhaps the same is true of real murderers, who naturally fall into madness when they know that they cannot be saved.

It's completely different from when I was looking for a speakeasy. The reason for this is probably that it is not like now, where you can feel the collapse of your own form of existence with every step you take.

The master of ceremonies felt that he was melting, and he finally believed that personality must be dependent on the flesh, and without the intermediary of self-knowledge, he would sooner or later become something non-human.

In addition to the fact of losing a life itself, the master of ceremonies finally realizes that so-called "death" also brings more kinds of fear...

Hands and feet are shaking.

He had to shake hands to feel the reality of his existence, but he never stopped...

For a person who has borne all the sins of the world, there is nothing that can make him retreat.

Soon, the sunset sprinkled a brilliant land, and also stretched his shadow for a long, long time, and the night was already inadvertently approaching.

The street lights came on, and the master of ceremonies put his left hand in the pocket of his pants - because there was no such thing as a "left hand" there, the collapse of body parts was accelerating, and if even the leg parts were damaged, he would probably not be able to continue moving

… God closed a door and locked the window tightly.

- The Hall of Garan still does not appear in the master of ceremonies' field of vision.

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"Why did you pick it up?"

The red-haired woman with glasses lazily lit a cigarette and sat back in her office chair. It was still the same unadorned outfit as usual, black trousers and a white shirt that were not rude even for a funeral. Wearing earrings on only one side, the color is naturally orange, although it is not clear, but the person in front of him seems to have a habit of wearing an orange ornament.

"Nothing strange."

On the contrary, the long black straight girl sitting in front of her seems to be forever full of vitality, and the black shawl and straight hair begin to dance everywhere in every move, but from the perspective of voice and temperament, it is more like an iceberg beauty... Well, it's more appropriate to say it's an icy volcano.

"This guy is lying at the door of the office, and it will be a hindrance to even walk."

The girl pouted - there was only your office in this building, and it was obviously coming for you, wasn't it?

Of course, she didn't say it.

"Flowers... Magicians abide by the mysterious code, and it is really taboo to pick up this kind of annoyance. Really, my brother and sister are the same, and their ability to cause trouble is unexpectedly good. ”

Woman... Or should it be called magic, so Aozaki Orange shook her head helplessly.

Flowers, who are outstanding in both learning ability and talent, don't seem to have any other shortcomings except that they don't have a magic circuit, but now she still lacks the necessary accumulation and knowledge - this "thing" that fell downstairs in the office is simply a magical creation, although the means are quite good, but in the end it is still a puppet...

In other words, there are two possibilities: "an experiment that escaped from the hands of a strange magician" and "a trap that a magician deliberately threw in front of him".

No matter which one it is, it's an annoyance that you absolutely don't want to take over.

On the other hand, the reprimanded black tung flower not only did not look a little ashamed, but raised her head nobly and coldly because she was "praised" for being the same as her brother.

"Throw it out of the water... It's just a puppet, the creation of other magicians, and we have no reason to accept it. ”

Orange made a decision, but it was not a decision at all, this kind of thing was just common sense, and it belonged to the rules and norms that must be followed as a magician.

"But..."

"Flowers!"

The voice was a little harsher than before.

It may be immoral for a young girl to throw an unconscious "sick person" out of the door, but in fact, the other person is not the same life as a human at all—just like a television, a table, a chair, and an ashtray, just a tool to be used to accomplish the purpose.

Taking over someone else's tool without permission is not just "stealing", it expresses a strong hostility, and the cautious magician will not give himself such trouble.

"Alright... I got it. ”

Reluctantly, the girl wrapped her hand around its waist and lifted him up with great difficulty—in just a few moments, the left arm, which looked as if it had been broken, had been completely broken in two, and the remaining prosthetic limb was no longer below the wrist... Is it because it was broken before?

Flowers frowned, the discomfort that humans should have invaded her brain, but in this way, it was possible to confirm that the other party was indeed not a "human", inexplicably, and her heart was relieved.

"Wait."

"What's the matter? Miss Orange. ”

"It should be called Master."

With a casual correction, Orange's gaze fell on the place where the puppet had fallen just now - on the concrete floor, a faint trace of engine oil blurred a wonderful pattern.

The circular appearance and wavy division are dotted in the corresponding place of the two magatama.

It's not because of the traces of struggle, it's... It was the message that the puppet had deliberately left behind.

- Liangyi...

"Let's move it to the workshop."

There was a lot of risk in doing this kind of thing, but Orange decided to fix it first, as for what made her change her mind and even break the default rules...

Probably an extension of interest.