"The beginning of it all began eight years ago - with the encounter of one man who tried to fight discrimination and one nobleman who tried to make it even by kicking down others"
Take out the notebook in your inner pocket and open it to show.
"What was noted here is where the“ proof of the beginning ”is. I know you don't have to bother explaining it to the parties, but this time I'll explain it for the gallery."
Pong, and slap Yuri on the shoulder.
I don't imitate asking if I'm ready.
If it's her now, she'll be fine.
"Albert, you just said you don't look familiar in your notebook. The word was true. Because the notebook was a dummy."
"... what are you trying to say"
"However, I reacted differently when I showed you my real notebook. You read this notebook once. Even if this isn't what you're looking for, I wonder if there's a clue that leads to a stash of evidence. But seven years ago, you decided this was just a journal. Yes, as Alec Nolent thought."
Albert gives a bitter look.
"Come on, it's over seven years of answer matching. When I first read this notebook, I noticed that it was different in style from the first and second half. The first half is that's just a handnote - a line of information based on your subjectivity. It's a memo with a diary."
Write notes for yourself.
The information is naturally fragmented because we don't envisage letting someone read it, omitting anything that doesn't matter or details.
"What matters is the autobiography of the second half. Perhaps Alec got the evidence at this time. And I had a hunch for my own death at its too dangerous content. That's why I left my will in this notebook to hide the evidence I had obtained and entrust it to later when a person appeared who stood up to expose injustice, like me. Albert, put on a disguise so you don't understand that this is important."
A magical procedure would be too much, and if they destroy the notebook itself, the evidence is forever in darkness.
Yes, Alec needed to “tell” the contents of this notebook about anything.
Then you have to scratch Albert's eyes, who will fish for the artifact after his death.
That's why I chose something about my daughter, who was my age as Albert's grandson.
In order to avoid Albert's sympathy being tempted and discarded, he would have put it in a form that would be tangible to his daughter.
Regardless of the success or failure of the prospectus, the notebook arrived safely at Celia's disposal. Alec won the bet.
"The difference between a memo and an autobiography - it's with or without a reader other than yourself. The second half, spelled out to speak to someone, was clearly written on the assumption that something other than myself would read it. I mean, that's the message Alec Nolent left."
Changed styles as if they were someone else, the unnaturalness of using the notebook I used as a note until then as a diary as it is.
I don't know if this is important unless I realize it there first, and even if I do, I'll never get to where the evidence is if I can't crack the cipher.
Alec Nolent - He's a smart man to make.
"And I can't let you read it or write about where the evidence is. That's why this message was encrypted using the" common key encryption ”method. It's rare in this world to rely on magic and magic tools, and logic is the key to cryptography."
Setting your gaze on Celia returns a gentle smile.
I somehow understood Alec's feelings when he planted this code.
"The key is to remember my beloved daughter, Celia Nolent."
Intelligence capable of deciphering the intentions of cryptography and the kindness that opens Celia's mind —— not one of them, but never getting the keys unless they have both together.
In other words, it was only when such a human appeared before Celia that he considered himself worthy of entrusting this evidence.
Well, I'm not aware that I am.
"If the written content is actually an event, write it on the map as a red dot in that place, or a blue dot in the place where the lying content is written, and tie it chronologically to make a line -"
Take the map out of your nose and open it to show it.
"In this way, only one point emerges where the red and blue lines meet. It looks like a simple cipher and you'll never be able to solve it unless you know the authenticity of the contents of the diary. I mean, the only one who can get here is the one who allowed Celia to talk about her memories with her father."