Chapter 134: Hometown

Chapter 134: Hometown

Hearing Miss Justice’s greeting, the Fool Klein suddenly felt a strong surge of emotion.

After learning her identity, status, appearance, and circumstances, he gained a deeper understanding of the lighthearted cheer, vitality, and sunny brightness naturally present in Justice Audrey’s tone. He understood where their essence came from. Yet Klein did not therefore envy her, resent her, or believe she lacked the tempering of suffering. Instead, in a world whose underlying rules were filled with chaos, distortion, and madness, he felt that the existence of such a young lady was truly rather good.

A faint smile appeared on his face. He nodded lightly and responded to Miss Justice’s greeting.

After the Tarot Club members had finished greeting one another, the Hermit Cattleya pushed up her glasses, turned slightly, and saluted the blurry figure shrouded in gray fog at the head of the bronze long table.

“Honorable Mr. Fool, I have three pages of diary this time.”

The Queen of Mysteries is finally online again…

Klein lampooned inwardly before smiling and saying, “Very good.”

A few seconds later, after receiving permission, the Hermit Cattleya manifested the diary pages and watched as they “leapt” into Mr. Fool’s palm.

Klein casually glanced down, and his heart suddenly gave a soft huh.

He discovered that the diary provided by the Queen of Mysteries this time seemed to belong to Emperor Roselle’s early period and did not look as if it contained important information.

Normally speaking, when unable to distinguish importance, one would certainly choose later diary entries first. That would maximize the chances of restoring the mystery of Emperor Roselle’s “assassination”… I believe the Queen of Mysteries has sufficient intelligence…

While Klein inwardly muttered in doubt, he began reading the first diary page seriously.

“September 21st. Arrived in Saint-Milon, officially beginning my first diplomatic visit with a delegation.

“Feysac’s weather really is a bit cold. It isn’t even October yet, and it already looks like it is about to snow. No wonder the local specialties are all kinds of coats, cold-weather clothing, and strong liquor!

“Damn it. The people here are outrageously tall. As expected of a nation of giant descendants. Still, I want to say this: I hate being looked down on!

“Tonight, I am going to a tavern to find a Feysac beauty and get drunk together!”

Upon reading this, Klein suddenly suspected that Bernadette, the Queen of Mysteries, had offered these diary pages because she wanted to ask whether she had a brother or younger brother with Feysac blood.

Suppressing the tsk-tsk in his heart, Klein’s gaze moved to the second entry.

“September 22nd. I seem to have blacked out…

“What happened last night? Where is my Feysac beauty? I actually couldn’t outdrink her!

“The embassy people told me that girls here can often drink better than men…

“I need to restrain myself when visiting taverns in the future. It would be bad if some auntie picked up my corpse…

“The liquor here is truly fierce. My head hurt for an entire day. Fortunately, it wasn’t my ass that hurt. Sleep early, sleep early. Tomorrow I will visit the Twilight Giant Hall.”

“September 23rd. The Twilight Giant Hall truly is grand and majestic, like myth descending into reality. That group of buildings seems entirely prepared for giants.

“As a pagan, I could only walk circles outside it. Even the square at the foot of the Twilight Giant Hall is rich with the aroma of alcohol!

“There were quite a few people there. Some knelt. Some sat. Some were playing bone flutes. The sound had a leisurely, expansive feeling.

“I met a Feysac man playing a bone flute. Even compared to his countrymen, he was ridiculously tall—visually, nearly three meters.

“His name is Onega. He claims to come from one of the Feysac clans with the purest giant bloodline. When he plays the bone flute, he looks melancholy, as if he does not belong here, yet does…