The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

This kind of fluctuation, this kind of fluctuation that almost only exists in the depths of their memories, is the fluctuation held by their creator, that is, their father.

No reason or language is needed, they know it naturally.

The "game" is about to begin.

"For the wish of your father." The Mercury Sword erected the long sword in his hand, and the black feathers flew by, and the black sword light flashed by. A one-kilometer-long sword mark appeared in the huge city of dolls.

There is no feeling of being unfree, and even the sky will feel cut off after a sword. Yes, this is her swordsmanship.

The restriction was lifted, and the power of her sword and wings was filled with magic power from the city of dolls in just a moment.

"In order to make up for myself." The Xuehua Crystal sitting on the Ice Throne exhaled gently.

While Xuehua was flying, countless huge crystal bouquets surrounded her. The body, which was only temporarily obtained with the help of Ayu's power, became more real. The manipulation of magic is also smoother.

"In order to be the most beautiful girl." The blue star held the scissors in his hand, and then inserted it into the ground.

"Memory, cut." The huge scissors emitted a dazzling light, and then extracted something from the earth. Amid the rumbling noise, a huge golem appeared behind her.

The strength was restored, and the injuries suffered when fighting against the same Rozen Maiden dolls, even if they had a medium, it would take a long time to fully recover from the injuries. All healed in an instant, and all the lost magic power would come.

There is only one person in this world who can do this kind of thing and who is capable of doing this kind of miracle.

"My Father."

"dad!"

"Father!"

The three of them cast their eyes together somewhere in the world, although they didn't feel very clear. However, the volatility did come from that direction.

It was the bell of blessing, the eternal call, and their only dream.

Now, it's time to start.

...

"It's really strange, why is this?" Ulysses, who had returned to the real world from that "door" without knowing it, felt very depressed.

He thought about many kinds of things behind the door, the power of new demons, powerful monsters, and incomprehensible mysterious characters, but he didn't expect that there was nothing behind the door. Only laughs that sounded weird, and knowledge that was completely meaningless to him.

To be honest, he has absolutely no interest in making dolls or anything. He had never made anything ingenious, and he had even made a cross to be crooked, and he had long recognized that he didn't have that kind of skill.

If it is a doll, only one of his impressions has left him a deep impression. However, he has never been very clear about whether the girl is a doll or not. After all, no matter how you look at it, it is a real life, an arrogant girl with her own thoughts, and a dull doll is not the same thing at all.

"Ulysses, what did you find?" Arseria looked at Ulysses very seriously, as if trying to find out the difference between him and just now.

"It's not the power I imagined, it's some very strange knowledge about how to make a doll." Ulysses shook his head, not hiding Arcelia. This is not something that needs to be concealed.

"Making a doll?" Obviously, this answer was not what Arcelia had expected.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this belongs to the realm of alchemy. And Ulysses obviously never showed a talent related to alchemy.

"Perhaps, it's just my own misunderstanding." Ulysses also thought it was incredible. After all, just now he almost felt that his consciousness would disappear and become another person.

This unexpected and completely misguided feeling. It seems like someone has made a prank on this book, which makes people uneasy and at a loss. When I really mustered up the courage to explore the truth, I discovered that it was something that made people laugh and cry.

The man who made this book must be a very funny guy, and Ulysses was quite sure of this.

However, even though he was scammed badly once, Ulysses was still a little confused about what he heard at first.

"The first fragment is hidden in the ancient hometown. Don't take a peek."

"The second fragment is hidden on the girl who can cry, don't make her cry."

"The third fragment is hidden in yourself, don't be suspicious of yourself."

"What's inside the door is not happiness, but truth..."

"Shards, what else, do you want these little glorious jade?"

"If you want, you can find it yourself, but the more you search, the less you can find...hehe..."

"Guangyu?" Ulysses vaguely felt that it was something very important, but he didn't know what it was.

"Looking for, fragments, glorious jade." This is probably the only thing that seems meaningful at the end of the book. The rest is a voice that seems to be unable to help laughing, or is completely self-deprecating.

And that voice, for some reason, made Ulysses feel very familiar. It seems that in the dream, in the deepest part of the memory, the corner that cannot be found, it has always been there.

"Arceria, am I stupid?" Despite thinking hard, Ulysses couldn't find any answers.

The completely inexplicable clues, the door that gave him a sense of danger, the instability he felt, these made his thinking completely confused.

"You are not stupid, but people always have things that they can't do on their own. If you want to listen to my advice, you can seek help from others, or get more knowledge, and make correct judgments by yourself. "Arcelia gave her proposal.

People are not perfect, and sometimes you have to get help from others. This is one of the biggest lessons she learned when she was king.

"Well, I will try it." Ulysses also felt his own shortcomings.

Even if I look for it, I can't find it. Then, he doesn't need to look for it specially. Perhaps, at some point, just like now, he will know everything naturally.

Do you have any knowledge about doll making... Ulysses' fingers trembled slightly. It seemed that what entered his body was not only pure knowledge, but also some ancient memories.

Suddenly, he wanted to make something, even if it was not so perfect, even if there were some flaws, he wanted to make something of his own.

There is no reason for this impulse, and it doesn't need a reason, it seems to happen naturally.

Can it be made? Ulysses looked at his hand, and in the blur, a gentle outline appeared in his mind.