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…

show some temperance when I head to bars in the future. I sure don’t want some ugly, middle-aged woman

has lasted an entire day. Thankfully, my stomach doesn’t hurt. I

Great Twilight Hall is indeed grand. It’s like a myth materializing into reality. That building seems to be completely prepared

circle the perimeter. The square at the bottom of the

people there, some kneeling, some sitting, others playing musical instruments. They exude a rather relaxed and

a Feysacian who blows a bone flute. Compared to

to go to. Compared to the skirt chasers

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

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

for a few more minutes. He later told me that he misses the origins of the giant bloodline,

are used as giant city walls. It’s a palace forever bathed in twilight’s glow, with tall towers and other kinds of buildings. It resembles the Great Twilight Hall, but it’s even more fascinating,

his clansmen believe that it’s the

listening. He was going to leave Feysac to seek out the Giant King’s Court,

in the zone at the easternmost front of the Sonia Sea, there might be a path that leads to the Giant

their home. Now, it’s his turn to follow the footsteps of his

again and gradually left amidst that ethereal and sorrowful

“Home…”

this, Klein felt for the first time that his feelings resonated

could understand the undulating feelings within the emperor. This was because

to the second

Visited Sonia

also called Ancient Elf Island. It has plenty of elvish ruins and customs

surprised on the first day. The elves actually make ‘blood cake,’ and they enjoy eating animal organs and

“They even invented chopsticks?

the murals, apart from their blue hair, their facial contours and

impossible for so many people to transmigrate at once since it’s almost an entire race. I felt that I was overthinking matters… But it doesn’t

relics, and folk tales that I forgot to write my diary for a

have been taken away by the various Churches, I’ve still obtained something

Elf King Soniathrym created chopsticks. There are records of ‘Him’ using animal organs and blood to cook delicacies. There are stories of this ancient god being good at identifying and using spices. It’s acknowledged

this is a

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

an elf.

might really have nothing to do with transmigrators. At the very least, they didn’t leave behind any Chinese, English, or

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

inventions we have in common didn’t appear before I came. Likewise for famous quotes. There are only proverbs and idioms with similar meanings