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…

don’t want some ugly, middle-aged woman to do unspeakable things to me

Thankfully, my stomach doesn’t hurt. I should sleep early. I’ll

a myth

square at the bottom of the Great Twilight Hall is also filled with the fragrance of

some kneeling, some sitting, others

got to know a Feysacian who blows a bone flute. Compared

that have the purest giant bloodline. The way he plays the bone flute looks very sorrowful, as though he doesn’t belong here 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

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

he’s a true blue native from St. Millom. He

didn’t 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

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

tell them, Honegger and his

slowly stood up and thanked me for listening. He was going to

the easternmost front of the Sonia Sea, there might be a path that leads to the

it’s his turn to follow the footsteps of his ancestors. This path would

bone flute again and gradually

“Home…”

first time that his feelings resonated

word that seemed to repeat without describing his feelings, Klein could understand the undulating feelings within the emperor. This was

Klein flipped to

January. Visited Sonia

called Ancient Elf Island. It

day. The elves actually make ‘blood cake,’ and

“They even invented chopsticks?

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

it’s 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 make sense that the

busy searching for writings, relics, and folk tales that I forgot to write

taken away by the various Churches,

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 elf. Due to certain reasons, ‘He’ led the race and left the Western Continent

it be that this is a fellow countryman

produced an entire race? There’s nothing

was also an elf. Hmm… I’ll need to think this

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

using Elvish all the time. Nothing of it

in common didn’t appear before I came. Likewise for famous quotes. There are