340 The birth of a voice actor (1/2)
In the Slowlett's common room, I keep writing as many stories as I can imagine on the paper in front of me.
An epoch-making puppet show in which a doll is moved by magic and a voice is blown by wind magic. When I heard that, it became clear that the story I had dreamed of since my childhood became realistic.
Now I just keep writing the fantasy in my head to make it happen as soon as possible.
How much time has passed since you did such work? I noticed that the room was dim. As you can't write if you can't see the paper, you can turn on the light guide provided.
I'm happy that it's brighter, so I'll lower my consciousness again and start writing the script.
While I was writing for a while, I saw something green on the edge of the page.
What came into sight When I turned my eyes, it was Gekota, which I made with Alfried earlier.
Pum? This should have been in Alfleet's room ... If you have a doll in front of you, you can just love it.
”Hehehe, cute guy”
I stroke the plump gesota with my fingertips.
”Ah, tickling.”
“…………”
Suddenly such an innocent voice was heard, and I stopped my finger stroking Geko.
... It seems like you've heard your voice now, but are you mindful?
Suddenly look around, but nobody is in my room.
Of course. The servant was kicked out and locked up to write a puppet play script. There is no reason anyone can come in.
In the room, the magic light is dimly lit.
”Huh, maybe ...”
”Can't you stroke me anymore?”
”Wow !?”
I was just an empty ear, so I tried to resume writing, but this time I heard a clear voice.
Incredibly, it ’s from the Gekota in front of me.
”Well, if it's Geko-Futari who was vocal from a while ago?”
”Yeah, it's oily!”
When I was afraid, Gekota moved her whole body dexterously and nodded.
The doll moves in front of you and shouts at the unexpected phenomena of even the utterance of a hot voice.
”It's stupid! That the doll is talking !?”
”It's not a doll!
Gekota shouts like a protest while dexterously jumping with short limbs.
From my point of view, it is the ideal figure that I had imagined since I was little. But that doesn't happen.
”No, but how do you talk--”
”Can't the doll Oira talk?”
When I asked such a question, I wanted to beat myself.
The doll is making a voice as Gekota moves in front of her. They are alive. You don't need a reason there.
”No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was stupid to say stupid things! I forgive me!”
”Ah, that's--”
”That's it?”
”... No, nothing. Gregor, don't worry.”
Gregor. The name is called from the doll that I made. It was a dream from a very young age and a very sweet sound.
The voice that Gekota calls my name echoes over and over in my brain.
Oh, just happy.
”Gregor? What happened?”
”Call me again.”
I want to taste the sweet sound as many times as I want.
”Well, uh, Gregor?”
”once again”
”Gregor”
”Again.”
”How long will Gregor be called!”
”I'm sorry, I'm glad I can talk to Gekota.”
Talking with a doll is like a dream. No, this may be a dream. Still good. I want to soak in this happy time.
”What is Gregor doing then?”
”Hmm? Me? I'm writing a puppet play script in this room!”
”Hey! Awesome! Gregor is amazing to be able to write a script!”
”If you have a love for dolls, this is easy.”
I was praised by Ninfufu and Gekota. I'm glad I can't stop the burn on my face.
”It might be a story about Gekota as the main character.”
”What? Oira's story?”