The Fool smiled lightly, said nothing, and thus Audrey of Justice and the others had to withdraw their gaze, refrain from asking further questions. They found no issue at all with this practice of offering only hints without explanations—after all, beings of divine rank often exhibited such habits, sometimes even delivering not hints but direct revelations. To the Fool himself, a mere name was sufficient; we, in our current understanding, might perceive this as a lack of depth, requiring more attentive contemplation and effort. Audrey of Justice grew increasingly eager to envision her future role as a psychologist. "I do recall there were similar inscriptions to 'the Redeeming Rose' within that half-ruined temple." Aljer of the Inverted One turned to gaze at the Sun. Derek nodded without hesitation: "Yes—set in a corner of a mural, written in a script derived from the language of the Giants. It took us some time to decipher it." "The script derived from the Giants' language..." Last time, the figure of "The Hangman" Aljer had overlooked this detail, but now he found himself needing to reflect on it. The boy Jack, who apparently came from the Sunia Sea—had the script derived from the Giants' language... Aljer carefully proposed his request and made the words manifest. These words belonged to the ancient Fussak language, the origin of the scripts used across the northern continent, meaning: "Redemption Rose." "Very close," Drik observed carefully, then paused in astonishment, "though the ending differs slightly." "Mr. The Hangman, is this the script used in your region?" Drik repeated the words as they appeared on the mural. "Yes," Aljer confirmed. "The language itself has evolved over time. The type you've discovered appears to be an earlier form." In linguistic circles, this type of ancient Fusak language is widely regarded as a defining feature of the Solomon Empire... Historian Klein offered the most accurate answer in his mind. "The Hangman," Aljere paused and asked, "what about the content of the murals?" "I wasn't in charge of that region, and I didn't take a close look before departure..." Dariq felt a bit embarrassed. Aljere nodded steadily, expression unchanged: "I'll find out—there may well be the key there." "Great!" Dariek felt the situation wasn't as dire as it seemed. Seeing him relax, "Justice" Odile, curious and slightly puzzled, asked: "Mr. The Hangman, if that little boy named Jack is indeed the child you described as the 'listener,' why can he communicate with 'The Sun' and the others?" After the matter of the corresponding words for "Redemption Rose," she was certain that the language used in Silver City and the Runen language differed from the respective vernaculars of the nations across the northern and southern continents. On the gray mist, communication flowed effortlessly and without interruption—thanks to the extraordinary power of Mr. The Fool. In her heart, Odile offered a quiet praise. The card "The Hanged Man," Aljer, glanced at her and chuckled, "Miss Justice, haven't you experienced many extraordinary events? Jack has already become such a terrifying creature—what else could possibly change? Believe me, acquiring a language is often surprisingly easy, sometimes just a matter of a few seconds."... Odile blinked, realizing once again her own lack of experience and insight in the realm of the mysterious. After this matter concluded, the Tarot gathering proceeded as usual. Audrey, representing "Justice," looked toward the head of the bronze long table: "Mr. 'The Fool,' I've received three more Roscel diary entries this time—I still owe seven." Hearing this, Fotheringhame, embodying "The Magician," quickly added: "Mr. 'The Fool,' I've also received a reply—I'm certain there will be fresh Roscel diary entries next time." "Excellent," said Crane with a light smile. Suddenly, Derek, representing "The Sun," felt a pang of embarrassment again—having joined the exploration team, he hadn't had the time to visit the library and review historical materials the week before. With the simple formalities completed, Crane took the three pages materialized before him, full of anticipation, and began to read: "August 8th—my first invitation to enter the White Maple Palace to attend the ball hosted by His Majesty." "The nobility are absolutely extravagant—focusing on novelty in their food: roasted swans, lamb testicles in pancakes, etc. Honestly, I was quite astonished at first. Among the nobility—specifically, the nobility—hygiene is remarkably strong. They bathe frequently, and toilet paper is already well established, quite different from medieval nobility back on Earth. I initially thought this was due to the presence of a true deity, but later someone explained that it was actually a response to a specific threat: certain extraordinary beings could spread epidemics through their unclean habits—though I still don’t know exactly which sequence or through what pathway. My first thought was: are these nobles just missing something? If they’re so afraid of epidemics, why don’t they clean up the streets overflowing with sewage? Why don’t they build a proper sewer system? Why don’t they redevelop the working-class districts? They’re in the same city—so when the epidemic strikes on one side, why does it leave the other side untouched?" "Hmm, under conditions of isolated or one-way flow of water, food, and people, perhaps we could indeed manage without any trouble... But some diseases are actually airborne! Once I reach a position of influence, I'm determined to push for urban development and environmental cleanup—even if we don't specifically consider disease, living in such a smelly city would be quite unbearable! By the way, I've just been summoned by the King tonight. I thought, as someone from Earth, having received an equal education, I would remain composed and calm, but in reality, I'm still quite nervous and excited—unconsciously bending my posture and lowering my head. Of course, I know that on a personal level, I am equal to the King... That's the true magic of power!" Though the entire page was filled with the ordinary, the Emperor still managed to make me laugh... He's someone with aspirations after all. Indeed, even in today's modern society, when facing those in high positions—those who can shape one's destiny—one still feels apprehensive and eager to please. Klein's lips curled slightly, and his mood lightened. He turned to the second page and continued reading: "As a 'Alchemist,' I can infuse my crafted objects with a 'soul,' granting them a certain life—this feels like being a true creator, an experience that must be absolutely magnificent. This is precisely why I've chosen to pursue this extraordinary path. Once I gain this sequence's exceptional traits, I believe I'll be able to realize more of my visions. One day, the world will truly hear the phrase: 'It's not that we aren't trying—sometimes, the sheer stubbornness of the bureaucracy just defeats us.' That will be the authentic meaning of 'Gundam.' The only issue is that the Alchemist's ritual draws upon the vitality of an entire region, causing the soil to turn to sand and lakes to dry up—how very much like a pagan cult's sacrifice. I've always found the 'Potion' sequence to be filled with so many dim and frenzied elements, occasionally even darkly unsettling and despairing. The Emperor himself shares this sentiment... upon reading this, Kline couldn't help but exclaim." At times, he also feels that the world's underlying tone is gray and chaotic. Concepts such as extraordinary properties that are immutable and conserved, the cumulative effect of a single pathway, or the interchangeability of similar sequences all lead to harsh, relentless evolution. The "Alchemist" sequence is particularly interesting—transforming life into essence sounds like a sacred, almost divine domain. He wonders whether the Emperor had already achieved a "High Alchemist" status before his assassination—probably not. For a moment, Caine's thoughts drift off. He is deeply curious about the rituals required to attain a high sequence and become a half-god, though Roselle records very little about it, after all, it's a diary, not a set of notes. The "Seer" sequence, specifically the fourth rank "Mystic," also sounds promising. Caine flips over the second page of his journal, revealing the third page: "April 23rd—These nobles are absolutely disorganized!" I thought Mrs. Karen had been drawn to me because of my depth—my inner qualities—only to find out that her husband, the Marquis of Champagne, had been quietly watching us from across the room, even more excited than I was, and frankly, he wanted to have anal sex with me! "I'm truly sorry, but I simply can't accept this—I have to push him out of the room." "Compared to them, I'm just a pure, untouched child!" ...Cline was speechless, struck by how extraordinary the private lives of the royal family were, and how unusual many of the nobility in Inde were. What if one of these noble patrons got so fascinated that they brought in a hairy, curly baboon? Then perhaps a new disease would emerge...Cline murmured, shifting his gaze downward: "On April 25th, I'll focus on self-cultivation and go fishing at Lake Swan, hoping one day to bring back a mermaid from the sea. "Oh, I've certainly been falling out of shape lately—I need to reignite my spirit and come up with more innovations. I can't leave anything blank. Since I've made this journey, I want to leave my own "...Better that you continue to fall, Emperor..." Klein gave a slight draw of the corners of his mouth, choosing not to comment. Then, he calmly turned to the final entry on the last page of the journal: