Chapter 35: Conveying the Message

Chapter 35: Conveying the Message

Green, who had been infected on that unnamed island and had undoubtedly died, had appeared again on that same unnamed island?

Emperor, when did you change careers and start writing horror stories? And what happened after that?

Klein’s gaze froze on the final line of the third diary page. Only then did he realize there was no more content.

Besides that, he found the scene Emperor Roselle had described—Beyonder creatures strangely gathering together, seemingly worshiping something unknown—equally chilling. After all, not all Beyonder creatures possessed intelligence and could communicate. Many of them were monsters that had lost control, beings driven only by mad instincts.

Yet these monsters that had lost control had actually gathered together to worship some unknown existence!

What a pity the Emperor didn’t leave the coordinates of that unnamed island… But even if he had, I wouldn’t dare go there right now. If I became infected, died in the outside world, then muddleheadedly revived on the island, that would be a serious problem… At the very least, I’d need to be Sequence 4—perhaps even Sequence 3—before I had the confidence to explore it…

As Klein thought this, he made the diary in his hand vanish. Turning his head toward the Hermit Cattleya, he smiled and said, “What is your request?”

The Hermit Cattleya did not need to consider it. She asked directly, “Honorable Mr. Fool, I would like to know whether Emperor Roselle once joined an extremely secretive and ancient organization.”

Extremely secretive and ancient… The Twilight Hermit Order? Emperor Roselle was once one of their members?

Justice Audrey immediately recalled the organization Mr. Fool had mentioned before.

The Hanged Man Alger also remembered the corresponding matter. When Miss Justice had described the Apostle of Desire incident in Backlund, she had mentioned a mysterious organization. At that time, Mr. Fool had told the members not to speak that organization’s name in the outside world, because “whenever it is spoken, it shall be known.”

An organization like that does indeed match Emperor Roselle’s level… Alger nodded inwardly.

What Klein thought of was something else entirely.

The Queen of Mysteries’s selection of diary pages was based on vague experience. She had no way to ask precisely targeted questions about the content she submitted. In other words, it was highly likely that she could only tell that a certain diary entry was important, that it hid key information, or perhaps determine Roselle’s emotions at the time from the handwriting.

As for Madam Hermit’s question, it posed no difficulty to Klein. He smiled faintly and said, “Yes.”

At the same time, he silently reminded himself:

In the future, I must guard against the Queen of Mysteries asking questions unrelated to the diary pages she submits… Fortunately, I’ve already read a fair amount of Roselle’s diary and understand the Emperor fairly well…

Having answered, he gave no further explanation. Instead, he smiled.

“It is your turn.”

He did not directly say “Twilight Hermit Order” because he was thinking that next time, he could answer another question on this very matter.

The Hermit Cattleya bowed slightly in thanks, then looked toward the Magician.

“I wish to know clues regarding direct descendants of the Abraham family. One thousand pounds.”

She named this price without any psychological burden, because the Queen of Mysteries would certainly compensate her accordingly.

Why is she looking directly at me? Does she already know my teacher is a member of the Abraham family?

The Magician Fors was startled at first, but quickly felt it was not strange. To the members of the Tarot Club other than Madam Hermit, this matter was no secret. It would be quite normal for it to have been mentioned accidentally during a transaction with Madam Hermit.

Although one thousand pounds was extremely tempting, Fors did not intend to sell out information about her…