The preliminary preparations for creating a marionette town were quite dull and tedious. At least, that was what Klein thought.
Inside the vast ancient palace, Klein sat in the high-backed chair belonging to "the Fool," using a fountain pen and ordinary paper to write names, ages, and fates for each Marionette. At the same time, Spirit Worms crawled out of his body and reassembled nearby into one incarnation after another.
Some of these Kleins sat cross-legged on the floor, some occupied the twenty-one seats besides the Fool's, and some conjured beds and reclined upon them...
Then, they each summoned different books from the pile of miscellaneous items and began reading them seriously.
This was the professional knowledge different Marionettes needed to master. Only then could they play their roles well enough to make every aspect of themselves sufficiently real, ensuring that no flaws would be exposed even during deep conversations and interactions with outsiders.
Simply memorizing this knowledge posed no difficulty for Klein, but he had to genuinely master and apply it. Moreover, he could not confuse the roles and have a burly, low-paid railway switchman casually blurt out how moisturizing a certain skincare product was or what flaws a certain silk had.
Fortunately, not many people in a town truly needed an in-depth grasp of specialized knowledge. Most residents were semi-literate or even genuinely illiterate, living off experience and muddling through life. Klein had much less to learn for such roles, much like workers who entered the assembly line after only basic training—or none at all.
"This is even harder than the Script for a large open-world game... And I need every kind of person... Refined gentlemen, foul-mouthed thugs... And all sorts of young ladies, madams, prostitutes, and female workers are an enormous challenge.
"However I look at it,