The Doll Who Told Stories

The world was falling apart at a far faster pace than I had imagined.

Don't panic, I meant my own daily life and common sense...

Would you believe it? Suigintou was leading her little sisters in watching Rozen Maiden. Viska cheated even when playing Dou Dizhu, and she was even better at cheating than the shameless Lilina. Uncle Kenser, who looked like a loyal and honest elder, learned Chinese Land Chess in less than half a day and could now crush every last one of us. Today, Sylvanas led a team to slaughter every Horde capital city, and tomorrow they were planning to switch accounts and have Magni lead them in slaughtering the Alliance...

Putting myself in their shoes, I truly couldn't understand what was fun about leading a bunch of violent maniacs to tear down their own hometowns in a game. Though, as a spectator, watching all this was indeed pretty entertaining.

Sure enough, the thoughts of heroes and great figures were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like me.

The night was already deep.

Although this big house had plenty of rooms, it was impossible to squeeze in so many people at once. Sylvanas and the others had merely come as guests at Older Sister's invitation. Now those racial leaders had returned to their respective residences in Shadow City to rest. The mansion, bustling all day, had finally quieted as night deepened. Faintly, Anweina's Sin'dorei Dirge was the only thing drifting through the air...

Lying in bed, I was crying inwardly. That girl had finally settled down for a few days, but after exchanging some musical experience with Sylvanas today, she had started singing again...

"Um, human, what exactly is that sound? It sounds really scary!"

Suiseiseki's voice came from nearby. Although the doll girl who usually appeared