Upon hearing the "Justice" lady's greeting, the " Fool" Kline suddenly felt a deep sense of resonance. Knowing the lady's identity, status, appearance, and circumstances, he now fully grasped the essence of the lightness, joy, and vibrant energy inherent in her tone—understanding where those qualities truly stemmed from. Yet, rather than feeling envious or believing she lacked the refinement forged through hardship, Kline found it truly admirable that, in a world where the foundational rules were so chaotic, distorted, and wildly unpredictable, such a lady could exist at all. A gentle smile touched his face, and he nodded respectfully in response to the "Justice" lady's greeting. When the members of the Tarot Circle had exchanged their formal salutations, "The Hermit" Gardeleira adjusted her glasses, turned slightly, and bowed to the indistinct figure veiled in gray mist at the head of the bronze table: "Esteemed Mr. The Fool, we have three journal entries this time." "The Enigmatic Queen" has finally reappeared... Klein muttered under his breath, smiling and saying, "Well done." A few seconds later, the "Keeper" Gardeleia materialized the journals and watched them leap into the hands of the " Fool." Klein glanced at them casually, then suddenly exclaimed, "Hm!" He noticed that the journals provided by the "Enigmatic Queen" appeared to belong to the early reign of Emperor Rosel, lacking significant content. Normally, when the importance of information is unclear, one would prioritize journals from the later period—this would allow for the fullest restoration of the mystery surrounding Emperor Rosel's assassination. I must believe the "Enigmatic Queen" possesses sufficient intelligence... Klein murmured these thoughts to himself while carefully turning to the first page of the journal: "September 21st. We arrived in Saint-Milon and officially began my first official tour as part of a delegation." "The weather in Fausca is really quite cold—this is still before October, and it looks like snow is on the way. That's why the local specialties are all coats and winter wear, and of course, strong wines! 'For heaven's sake, the people here are truly tall—no wonder they're descendants of giants. Still, I have to admit, I hate it when people look down on me!' 'Tonight, I'm heading to a tavern to meet a beautiful Fauscan woman and raise a glass together!' Seeing this, Kline suddenly wonders if the mysterious Queen Bernadette has provided these pages of journal entries to inquire whether she has a brother or sister of Fauscan descent. Suppressing his quiet murmurs, Kline turns his gaze to the second entry: 'September 22nd—I seem to have lost my bearings... What happened last night? Where is my Fauscan woman? I didn't even drink with her!'" "The embassy staff told me that women here often drink more than men... 'So when you go to the taverns, you'll have to be more restrained—otherwise, if one of the older ladies finds you dead, it'll be a problem.' The wine here is truly strong; I've been suffering from a headache all day. Good thing it's not my back pain. I'll sleep early and sleep early. Tomorrow, I'm going to visit the Hall of the Dusk." "On the 23rd of September, the Hall of the Dusk was indeed magnificent, as if a myth had come to life. The buildings seemed completely tailored for giants. As a pagan, I could only wander around the outer grounds—yet the square beneath the Hall of the Dusk was filled with a rich, wine-like aroma. There were many people there: some kneeling, some seated, others playing bone flutes, creating a sense of serene and expansive beauty. I met a Fjordman who played the bone flute. Even compared to his fellow countrymen, he was unusually tall—measuring nearly three meters." "He's called Onégé, who claims to come from one of the most pure-blooded lineages among the Fasak giants. When he plays his bone flute, he seems melancholy—neither fully belonging here nor knowing where to go. Compared to the others, who merely circle women's hemlines, Onégé is more like a poet. As I say this, I can't help but complain: those very people, who take pride in suffering ailments related to the female gender, are truly disrupting the social scene! "He told me that, together with his people, the Fasak, they often dream of towering mountain peaks, upon which vast city walls rise, palaces, towers, and various buildings forever bathed in the golden light of dusk—something very similar to the Hall of Dusk, yet even more extraordinary, more epic and miraculous." "Without needing anyone to tell them, Ongel and his people were certain this was the royal court of the giants." "In the end, Ongel slowly rose to his feet and thanked me for my listening, saying he would now leave Fasak to seek the giants' royal court, to find the homeland of his spirit and soul." "He believed that in the easternmost region of Sunya Sea, there might lie the path leading to the giants' royal court." "He said that, over thousands of years, the giants had never forgotten their homeland, and now it was his turn to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors—this journey would never cease until it reached its destination." "He then blew his bone flute, and with its gentle yet sorrowful melody, he gradually faded into the distance." "My homeland..." "My homeland..." At this point, Caine for the first time felt a complete resonance with the Emperor's emotions. Though Roser eventually only wrote down the seemingly repetitive three words without elaborating on his inner thoughts, Caine fully understood the Emperor's emotional fluctuations at that moment, because both he and Roser, like Onezh, possessed a spiritual and inner homeland. Taking a quiet breath, Caine turned to the second page of the journal: "January 10th: Visited Sunya Island. "It is also known as the Ancient Elf Island, home to numerous elf ruins and enduring customs. "I was struck on my first day—how the elves prepare 'xuewang,' enjoy animal offal, and are skilled in using aromatic spices? "They even invented chopsticks? "When I reflected upon the images in the murals, most of the elves—aside from a few with blue hair—had contours, hair colors, and eye hues resembling those of Asian people on Earth. Could this not be a case of shared roots?" "Yes, at first I had a fleeting doubt about that, but then I realized it wouldn't be possible to transport so many people all at once—by now, they'd almost form a whole race—and I began to wonder if I was simply overthinking it. After all, how could everyday habits and dining utensils that are so familiar on Earth possibly emerge here, given that such things simply couldn't have developed in this world? Klein read quickly through the text with growing interest, eager to learn whether Rosel had explored the reasons behind these observations: "On the 13th of January. These past few days, I've been busy gathering local artifacts and folk traditions, and as a result, I've almost completely forgotten to write in my journal. "Although many items have already been taken by the various churches, I've still managed to collect several valuable pieces. "Several traditions mention that the King of the Elves, Sunyassolim, invented chopsticks and prepared meals using animal organs and blood. There are also stories about his exceptional skill in identifying spices, and all of them regard him as the primordial being—the first Elf—who, for certain reasons, led his people away from the mythical Western Continent and settled in the Northern Continent." "Could it be that this one is the native, the first traveler across the threshold? And then, did He evolve a whole race? Is it truly beyond the power of the ancient gods to have children? It seems He has a wife, also a being of the elves—well, I find myself deeply contemplative. Indeed, the Emperor initially set aside that hypothesis... Kline turned another page and glanced at the final entry in the journal: "April 2nd. My daughter is truly bright—she's already speaking words before she turns one! Though she has only learned a few words so far, I'm confident her progress will not slow down. This trait has been passed down from me! I've looked at her from every angle, and I feel she bears a certain resemblance to me when I was on Earth. Could the soul itself be inherited in some way? Hah—let's just go with that. The name Bernadette sounds quite lovely at first hearing, yet in my heart, I can't help but feel eager to give her a more traditional Chinese given name. Oh, she'll never meet her real grandparents... "April 3rd. The reflections I've had since yesterday nearly kept me awake, but fortunately, I practice meditation. Yet this has also prompted a question: should I privately teach Bernadette Chinese?" "No, no, if she understands the diary I've been writing, then as a father, I might as well take a block of tofu and collide with it. In her eyes, my fatherly presence must be radiant. Yet, writing in Chinese has become my last and most enduring connection to Earth and to the past. My daughter should, in some way, inherit this bond. On April 6th, after several days of reflection, I decided to teach Bernadette two Chinese characters as special symbols—telling her they are her father's protective incantation, something she must always remember. She doesn't need to understand their meaning; she simply needs to remember them. These two characters are: 'homeland.' Homeland... Clain repeated the word again, his eyes even glistening with emotion. Now he finally understands why the 'Mysterious Queen' Bernadette chose these three pages of the diary—because they contain her father's protective symbols: 'homeland.' At this moment, Caine seemed to see a river of emotion flowing steadily on its surface, yet beneath, countless currents surged and churned incessantly. Caine then turned his gaze away, letting the journal fade, and looked up at the "Hermit" Gauthierya, asking, "What is your question?"