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Chapter 4
When I entered father Solute’s room, what greeted me first was a ferocious griffon.
Its not like we are keeping one in the house.
It is just a stuffed head hanging on the wall.
Next to it was a primary-colored mask that gives off a strange presence.
Shifting my eyes around the corner of the room, I can see the glaring armor set which was full of scratches.
This is also just a decoration and the inside is empty.
The other things that enter my sight are the fluttering Arabia curtains and the pot from the Jomon period if they were from my previous life.
The word unexpressable was in my mind.
Father flies around various countries for work, so he must have collected some stuff wherever he went.
Collecting stuff like stuffed heads and armors is also a masculine point of a young man.
Far from the calm image of father, somehow, I don’t really hate the remaining childish side that adult men secretly keeps.
But I am still grinning to myself while thinking about it.
[These are all the memories from when I was an adventurer.]Seems like I was mistaken.
[That armor, it is dented in a few places. It saved my life many times. Don’t you think the griffon’s head is well-made? He was my nemesis, and I remember that when I finally defeated it, rather than feeling happy it was terribly lonely.]But seeing father talk in such an enthusiastic manner about the old days(although a little rude) was awfully adorable.
[In fact, I didn’t graduate from the magic academy. I hid my identity, signed up in the adventurer guild, and went diving in to the labyrinth fighting monsters everyday.] [Father’s father, grandfather Fect, didn’t he get angry with you?]I ran and Shuara chased. That repeated again and again so many times.
It was a good distraction. It was also thanks to her that I wasn’t stuck between living as an adventurer in the past and the future of taking over the Wisp house.
Alty, the way you instructed the dolls was exactly the same as your mother.
You were a quiet child before, but recently you are starting to be really similar to her.]
…..even if you say so, I can’t answer to that.
Its because mother Shuara passed away immediately after giving birth to me. How she is like, I have absolutely no idea.
It is a somewhat strange feeling.
It is the personality of the me now that I didn’t have in my previous life, as it is formed with the absence of the completely unrelated mother.
So even if you say that we are alike……–Un.
I wonder whether me reincarnating Altirea is a certain inevitability.
Such delusion is floating in my mind.
Well, whatever.
This is a problem that I can’t answer to.
Father doesn’t think that the current me is unnatural. I suppose that settles as a good thing.
Speaking of which, Warren-san and the other servants of the Wisp house who have been working here for a long time, have been looking down ate me with an awfully nostalgic gaze. Its probably because they remembered about mother.
My appearance when thinking about my mother, seems as if I was immersed in the sentiment of my deceased mother.
Father abruptly changed the subject to something else.
He said ‘ I am always lost on how much will to give to them ‘ like that.
If given too little, it will soon lose its power, but if given too much freedom, it will no longer listen to you. Which did you use, Alty?] [There is almost no limit. Because they are all good childrens.] [Then won’t they do crazy things just like a child do?] [No, father, you’re misunderstanding it. Dolls have to have their own reason to be able to move. Its just that they can’t convey it very well.]
Its fortunate that I as the Doll Princess is good at guessing what they are saying.
….Moreover, that year I spent in my previous life taking care of my separated brother is also helpful.
That child, it was really hard for him to express his thoughts.
Hmm, I am starting to worry about him.
Did he get bullied? He didn’t become a shut-in, did he?
Even if I said that, from other people view I…. don’t remember having done anything that looks strange.
As the daughter of a noble, I shouldn’t show any shameful behavior to others and I should also maintain a good communication with the surrounding people.
[It was Warren who said this but seems like you are quite good at talking to dolls, huh.]Hii
I was seen?
Uwawa
Waa
Wa- so embarrassing.
….. its that father, that. A situation that can’t be mentioned out loud-embarassing-embarassing-embarassing.
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Certainly there is a strange link between the doll master and the dolls.
I’m really excited to appeal to father about my powers as a doll master and so are the dolls.
The dolls who finished their jobs are also pulling my and father’s hands to run around the house.
Its like they are saying ‘Look at how clean it can be after we cleaned it! Saying so while proudly pushing up their chests.
More surprisingly,
The knight fire spirits who were supposed to be playing outside, with their specialty of using the sword brought back a wild boar.
The meat was such that melts in your mouth, just the perfect ingredient for entertaining guest.
Yoshi, Yoshi.
Now the preparations for the visiting duke Rozerem and his son is all set.
However in the next day, there was an unexpected trouble happening.
The knight dolls whose body appeared to have been torn apart, one by one was brought back.
The water dolls spirit had to get down to heal them in a hurry. My room really gives off the feeling of a busy hospital.
Who did such a thing?
I mean just why are the knight dolls who had suffered serious injuries showing such satisfied expressions?
Are the knight dolls masochist? I am quite worried.
I wonder how these dolls look like in terms of their dimensions and appearance? Are they human sized, so they could do the chores? Do they look like humans, except for fake eyes and visible stitches? Thank s for the chapter 🙂
I’m wondering what those dolls went and fought. Lol