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…

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

here sure is strong. My headache has lasted an entire day. Thankfully, my stomach doesn’t hurt. I should sleep early. I’ll

is indeed grand. It’s like a myth materializing into reality. That building

don’t share their faith, I could only circle the perimeter. The square at the bottom of the Great Twilight Hall

people there, some kneeling, some sitting, others playing

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

to. Compared to the skirt chasers at Intis, he’s a lot more like a poet. Now that I mention it, I really can’t help but give

with Honegger for a while and raised my question from before.

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

later told me that he misses the origins

that he and his clan of Feysacians often dream of tall mountains that are used as giant city walls. It’s a palace forever bathed in twilight’s glow, with tall towers and other kinds of

to tell them, Honegger and his clansmen believe that it’s the

me for listening. He was going

at the easternmost front of the Sonia Sea, there

giants have never forgotten their home. Now, it’s his turn to follow the footsteps of his ancestors. This path would never

played the bone flute again and gradually left amidst

“Home…”

first time that his feelings resonated with

Roselle only wrote the 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

Klein flipped to the

Visited Sonia

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

the first day. The elves actually make ‘blood cake,’

“They even invented chopsticks?

facial contours and eyes are similar to Asians on Earth. Could they be

it’s almost an entire race. I felt that I was overthinking matters… But it doesn’t make sense that the customs and cutlery that appears on Earth won’t appear here… Klein thought in interest as he quickly continued reading. He wanted to

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

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

organs and blood to cook delicacies. There are stories of this ancient god being good at identifying and using spices. It’s acknowledged that ‘He’ is their founding ancestor, the first

it be that this is a fellow

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

an elf.

further investigation, elves might really have nothing to do with transmigrators. At the very least,

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

Likewise for famous quotes. There are only proverbs and idioms with similar meanings