Lord of the Mysteries

Upon hearing Miss Justice’s greeting, The Fool Klein suddenly had a strong wistful feeling.

After knowing her identity, status, looks, and situation, he had a deeper understanding as to why Audrey’s tone had a happy and radiant air. He understood where they essentially came from, but he didn’t end up envious or jealous because of that, nor did he believe that she lacked the toughness that was brought about by misery. Instead, he felt that in this world that had chaos, warped, and madness underlying it, having such a lady exist was really nice.

A smile surfaced on his face as he gently nodded as an acknowledgment of Miss Justice’s greeting.

After the Tarot Club members exchanged greetings, Cattleya nudged her glasses and turned her body sideways. She bowed in the direction of the blurry figure that was enveloped by gray fog at the end of the long bronze table.

“Honorable Mr. Fool, there are three diary pages this time.”

Queen Mystic has finally come online again… Klein lampooned and said with a smile, “Very good.”

A few seconds later, Cattleya conjured the diary pages after receiving approval before seeing them “leap” into Mr. Fool’s hands.

Klein glanced at it casually when his heart skipped a beat.

He realized that the diary pages provided by Queen Mystic depicted Emperor Roselle’s early days. It didn’t seem to contain anything important.

Logically speaking, when being unable to distinguish the importance of entries, one will definitely prioritize the later diary entries. This would best restore the mystery as to why Emperor Roselle was “agitated”… I believe Queen Mystic is sufficiently clever… As Klein wondered to himself inwardly, he began seriously reading the first page.

“21st September. Arrived at St. Millom. I’ve officially begun my first state visit.

“Feysac’s weather is really a little cold. It’s not even October and it looks like it’s about to snow. It’s no wonder it’s famous for its various coats and winter wear. As well as its liquor!

“F*ck, the people here are ridiculously tall. As expected of a country that descended from giants. However, I have to say that I hate it when people look down on me!

“Tonight, I’ll be going to a bar to find a Feysac beauty to share some drinks!”

Upon reading this, Klein suddenly suspected if Queen Mystic Bernadette’s question was if she had a brother of Feysac descent.

Holding back his tsking inwardly, Klein swept his gaze to the second diary entry.

“22nd September. I think I blacked out…

“What happened last night? What happened to my Feysac beauty? I actually lost out to her in drinking!

“The embassy staff told me that the women here are often better at drinking than men…

when I head to bars in the future. I sure don’t want

my stomach doesn’t hurt. I should sleep early. I’ll be visiting

It’s like a myth materializing into reality. That building seems to be completely prepared

the perimeter. The square at the bottom of the Great Twilight Hall is also

of people there, some kneeling, some sitting, others

a Feysacian who blows a bone flute. Compared to his kinsmen, he’s ridiculously tall. He’s

but has no idea where to go to. Compared to the skirt chasers at Intis, he’s a lot more like a poet. Now that

a chat with Honegger for a while and raised my question from before. He said that he’s

the problem lies in the fact that he’s a true blue native from St. Millom. He has

immediately reply to me as he played the bone flute for a few more minutes. He later told me that he misses the origins of the

that are used as giant city walls. It’s a palace forever bathed in twilight’s glow, with tall

his clansmen believe that it’s the Giant

me for listening. He was going to leave Feysac to seek out the Giant King’s Court, to find the home of his

zone at the easternmost front of the Sonia

has passed, but the giants have never forgotten their home. Now, it’s his turn to

the bone flute again and gradually left amidst that

“Home…”

for the first time

word that seemed to repeat without describing his feelings, Klein could understand the undulating feelings within the emperor. This was because he and Roselle were like Honegger. They had a home they

to the second diary

Visited Sonia

Island. It has plenty of elvish

make ‘blood cake,’ and they enjoy eating animal organs and are

“They even invented chopsticks?

from their blue hair, their facial contours and eyes are similar to Asians on Earth. Could they

race. I felt that I was overthinking matters… But it doesn’t make

been so busy searching for writings, relics, and folk tales that I forgot to write my diary

away by the various Churches, I’ve still

using spices. It’s acknowledged that ‘He’ is their founding ancestor, the first elf. Due to certain reasons, ‘He’ led the race and left the Western Continent

it be that this is a

entire race? There’s nothing ancient gods can’t do, including having

also an elf. Hmm… I’ll need to

to do with transmigrators. At the very least, they didn’t leave

likely been using Elvish all the time. Nothing of it gives me a sense

famous quotes. There are only proverbs and idioms with similar meanings but with a completely