The Branded Female Fencer

"Why did you open it on your own?

"I don't know. There's someone in there, or something?

"Inside the room where the lock came down from outside?

"No matter what happens, it's not a strange place. Or maybe that, but either way, we'll have to go. It's better in the back."

"Huh?"

Behind what Dora pointed out, I could see the lights that should have lit up little by little going out one by one. It was a long hallway there, but there should have been proper lights near the entrance. Yet at some point, nearly half the lights are out. And the door that was supposed to have opened was also closed sometime in between.

To a frightening sight, the boys made the decision to enter the door with nature. Either way, I could only consider this a trap, but it is also true that there are no other options to take. The boys headed Jake into the deepest room, trying to pull themselves together.

Once again illuminating inside, everyone's movements solidified even in the sudden and floating shadow. I've already been surprised a few times since I entered this hall, but I'm never used to it. Already in their mood, they had experienced more than a year's worth of surprises.

It was imagined that the figure that emerged would be a woman. Imagine being a woman, to be exact. The woman, who would have died sitting in a rocking chair, has already turned white bone as far as her hands are concerned. But other parts are unusually black, covered in hair long enough to flow to the ground, as if invisible. All I could barely tell was that it was a woman's long hair and that the clothes belonged to a woman.

Jake once again removed his gaze from the wreckage and looked over at the room. The room was a triangle, using the place where the woman was. Bookshelves on the other corner. On the other corner is a round desk, with one book on the desk. The bookshelf was a pretty big one, and there was a tight back cover packed with red books. Its bookshelves, packed with books all the way through, give people a sense of urgency as if to see a balloon just before defeat. However, it was only certain that it would never be the air or anything else that came out of it, but something more obscure.

Jake worried about where to start, but when he first took the book on his desk, he entrusted Matsui to Dora to start reading. Nellie and Rascal from behind, and Bruns peek too. There's no deep reason why I took the book. I didn't have the courage to approach an obviously suspicious corpse in this situation, because one book was easier to choose than many.

When Jake turned one page, he saw letters written in italics there. But the letters are polite, while italics that are supposed to be written at a rate close to shorthand. I can imagine that it was written on the assumption that someone would see the character and content of the owner of this book.

Jake makes another page turn.

"What's this?

"... I think it's a diary"

"Read it. I can't see the letters in the dark."

"Read it?

The letter of the diary was unique but to the point that it could be said that it was beautiful, and there was a glimpse of the high upbringing of the Lord of the diary.

"The 3rd Day of the Green Sprout Moon

Today, the new hall was completed. A gift from your father. I need to use it carefully. I don't have any more trouble with where love goes.

My favorite father. They'll have everything if I ask.

But the number of rooms is low right now. I want you to make a lot more.

Because my affection is higher than the top of Pilebos, and wider and deeper than the sea. Your father doesn't know as much about my love. It's embarrassing, but as you can understand, I was showing it a little bit.

It's hard to express your affection.

10 days of the month when green sprouts

My beloved just showed up today.

His name is Joni. He's a nobleman from a distant country. Really? He said he visited this mansion because of its rarity.

Your father's hall is a work of art. But I want you to see my hall, too. I designed this hall. It was your father and butler and the servants who made it.

Oh, yeah, I remember. Of course your father and the butler, but I love the people and the feet. You built a mansion for me.

That's why I love you so much. But you can't love 50 people at a time. resent my clumsiness?

I couldn't help but let everyone decide to love me. I mixed it properly in the meat in the cooking area, so I'm sure it's fine. Because we're gonna be able to get to your friends soon, right? Because there will be a party tomorrow to welcome Joni. But I might even treat strangers. If you know anyone, I'm sorry.

The 11th of the month when green sprouts

Joni came to me. Glad to hear it. He looks so happy, too.

'Cause you look at me so open. But you have a little bit of a mouth count. I prefer less words.

That's right, if you sew your mouth, you'll lose your mouth count. Let's get you some needles and threads, you better be as fat as you can. Because I'm clumsy. Oh, but even thin threads can be sewn over and over again, right? Where are the sewing tools?

15th of the month when green sprouts

I'm in trouble, I'm in so much trouble.

Joni won't listen to me inside.

I'm gonna rip the thread right off, and I'm gonna knock on the door and scream, "Get out of here."

I knocked on the door so loud that I couldn't concentrate on the writing, I punched my hand against the wall for you. This makes it a little quieter. It conveys my affection, and two birds a stone. But it's less durable than I thought. You're weak with five nails. Otherwise it's more firmly made, like the one used for scaffolding mountaineering.

Speaking of which, Joni is as tall as ever. Apparently Joni doesn't like me that much. And you're not even smart.

I thought I would love and be loved a lot, but I might not have been my destiny. But don't worry, I'll take responsibility for loving you to the end.

Tomorrow I have a wax to love you even more. You think wax is tougher than yarn? I'm sure it will reach you, too.

Continued