Mash: So, you want us to defeat the Doll King?
Medea: Well, to put it simply, yes. I am requesting your involvement.
Fujimaru 1: "The Doll King?"
Fujimaru 2: I don't quite follow you...
Medea: ...Must I explain it again? I brought a 50-centimeter diorama.
Medea: It's a miniature garden I've made. To put it in terms you'd understand, it's a kind of Reality Marble.
Mash: Um, well... I mean it's just a small model of a house with figures lined up in it...
Medea: What a rude human you are. This diorama is something that, little by little, day by day, with layer upon layer of precise spell...
Medea: I finally succeeded in creating. The ultimate Bounded Field. Well, I guess the likes of you wouldn't be able to comprehend it.
Mash: You're right, I don't get it at all. My studies have been insufficient. I must reflect on this.
Fujimaru 1: Caster, you like things like this, don't you?
Medea: Oh, is it that obvious? I enjoy bottle ship models the best, but isn't it nice to try your hand at something grander?
Medea: This time I got excited and made it without considering the profitability. Hehehe.
Fujimaru 2: I don't think anyone could understand, Mash.
Mash: ...Yes, I was beginning to feel that way. This appears to be Medea's special hobby...
Mash: Holed up in her room, concentrated yet gloomy. I guess you can call that a nerdy hobby in a sense.
Medea: Please refrain from calling it a nerdy hobby. Some people might get hurt by that comment, like me.
Mash: True. I take back my words. This isn't just any model, it's an exquisite diorama.
Mash: ...Well then. Is the "Doll King" perhaps—
Medea: Yes. I'm referring to inside this small world.
Medea: Inside this diorama is what one might call another dimension. To put it into terms amateurs like yourselves could understand...
Medea: ...you could even call it the world of dolls. The dolls inside this house are literally alive.
Medea: Of course, this is because these are dolls I personally take the time to create.
Fujimaru 1: How capable is this Witch from the Age of Gods...
Fujimaru 2: She's got a lot of free time.
Medea: You there, what did you say?
Medea: I already said this, so I'm sure you got it. I want you to perform some maintenance for me.
Medea: The doll I gave administrative rights to over this world is ignoring my orders and has begun to act without permission.
Medea: Seriously! He has forgotten the debt owed to me as his creator and bitten the hand that feeds him!
Mash: ...Ah well. I don't fully understand, but couldn't we just remove that doll from the outside?
Medea: If I could have done that, I already would have. If we intervene from the outside, everything will break.
Medea: It may be easy to add or alter, but removing takes several times more skill and sense.
Medea: There are many people who can revise a completed novel, but very few would erase the characters, no?
Medea: That is what it means to draw elements from things that have been completed.
Medea: Even by removing a single doll, the damage would be far greater.
Medea: This is why the beings that humans think of as gods have not laid a hand on the world since it was created.
Medea: No matter how much damage spreads, the creators can only look on from the outside.
Medea: In order to minimalize damage, it is best to go in and involve oneself.
Mash: Quite right, but... how would one enter...
Medea: Rest assured, I will show you the way. Now, calm your minds...hehehehehehe.
Fujimaru 1: That's not reassuring at all...
Fujimaru 2: I-I feel kind of light-headed...
Mash: Senpai!? ...Senpai!
Mash: ...Senpai! Are you awake?
Fujimaru 1: What is this place?
Fujimaru 2: Where are we now?
Mash: Thank goodness, you're all right. I lost consciousness and the next thing I know, we're here...
Medea: Well? Rise and shine.
Mash: Medea! What just... I mean, where exactly is this?
Medea: I TOLD you. Inside the box. How is it, the world I so carefully constructed?
Medea: "Imaginary Earth: Social Plan World" For short, "Jason World: Japan!"
Medea: I have prepared a variety of attractions here!
Medea: Basically, any man with a pretty face is set to meet with a terrible fate♡
Mash: ...Um, Senpai?
Fujimaru 1: Talk about a hostile theme park.
Fujimaru 2: How did things get so complicated?
Mash: Medea, putting aside the explanation of these "attractions," could you tell us exactly how we got here?
Medea: Oh, you still don't understand? I prepared some dolls here to be used by guests.
Medea: I shifted your consciousness here. Just think of it as a consciousness-only Rayshift.
Mash: Just our consciousness... Isn't that a big deal?
Medea: It's all right, I've set it so you can return once you've defeated this world's administrator.
Medea: Oh, don't worry about the entry fee. It was my idea, so this time it's free!
Mash: ...Uh. It looks like there's no choice but to give in to Medea's request.
Mash: — Senpai, someone carrying a sword is approaching!
Medea: That's a Level 10 general soldier, a Jason Hunter. It's programmed to attack normies on sight.
Medea: There are also Jason Killers who rampage when they see couples, those who bring friends, or more than two people.
Medea: And Jason Aces who challenge any girl under twenty on sight.
Medea: Not to mention, Naked Jason who won't rest until he destroys anything and everything around him.
Mash: Medea, that's overkill!
Medea: Oh, and if you die here, you'll be able to return to your body... But some of the pain will carry over, so be careful.
Medea: If you receive enough damage and die, you'll feel pain worse than death when you wake up.
Mash: Simply outrageous... Anyway, Master, prepare for combat!
Mash: ...Whew. We managed to defeat them, but those aren't just soldiers, they're monsters...
Medea: How strange... The dolls I made are mutating? ...I wonder what happened?
Automata: Eradicate... Eradicate all outsiders... Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate! Eradicate!
Medea: What? When did I ever make anything like THIS? No, this attention to detail, the smoothness of their movable parts—
Medea: They've achieved a level superior to my own... I-I haven't been this embarassed in a long time! How mortifying!
Fujimaru 1: Pull yourself together, Caster.
Fujimaru 2: How about changing from Caster to Modeler?
Mash: I completely agree, but for now, let us concentrate on the battle! The enemy is formidable, Master!
Mash: Whew... We managed to hold them off, but there'll be no end to it if we can't cut off their head.
Medea: ...It seems you won't have to worry about that. Here comes the head... Wait, wh-what is this?
Doll Princess: –You dare to trample my dream? What kind of rude human are you?
Mash: That's...Medea's shadow? ...But doesn't it look a bit smaller?
Doll Princess: –Now, my cute dolls. Exterminate these pests who seek to destroy this world of dreams.
Shadow Servant: –For our Princess Medea. –For our Princess Medea.
Mash: Um... Can this be... Medea's...
Fujimaru 1: So this is...Medea's miniature garden.
Fujimaru 2: So this is Medea's wish...
Medea: N-NO! That's just a doll! It has nothing to do with me! NOTHING!
Medea: I mean what is this "princess" nonsense? Wanting to be a princess... I mean, I am not an adolescent child anymore...
Medea: Y-You understand, don't you Fujimaru? I'm not such a hopeless woman, right?
Fujimaru 1: Uh... Right...
Fujimaru 2: Dolls are your friends...
Medea: NOOOOOO! DON'T LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE EYES!!!
Medea: It's over... It's all...over...
Doll Princess: –Curse you, ganging up on an innocent princess like myself and causing me bodily harm!
Doll Princess: What do you take a maiden's flower garden for? Can you really live with yourselves if you kill a sweet princess?
Medea: Rule Breaker!
Doll Princess: AAAAHH! You princess killers! (Flop)
Mash: It looks like...it's over.
Fujimaru 1: Yes, everything...
Medea: Nothing happened! Absolutely nothing happened here! None of you saw ANYTHING! Understood?
Medea: Fujimaru, UNDERSTOOD?
Fujimaru 1: Now that's asking a little too much...
Fujimaru 2: Well, I guess some people are into that kind of thing...
Medea: What? You have a problem with that? I can't dream of being a princess?
Medea: No matter her age, every girl is a princess! What's so wrong with that? Huh? WHAT?!
Medea: Yeah, that's right! I'm a poor, pathetic, lonely girl who has dolls for friends! Kill me! I'd rather you just killed me!
Mash: No, I believe that, someday, you too, Medea, will find someone to love.
Medea: Spare me your worthless sympathy! Just you watch, someday, I WILL find happiness, no matter what!