"Didn't Emperor Roselle say so?" Alice asked in confusion.
Alger's heart tightened.
Sure enough, those symbols really weren't Emperor Roselle's original creation, but some kind of vanished writing...
Behind this writing, there seemed to be a civilization that had truly existed. Was Miss Fate searching for traces related to that civilization?
That civilization was connected to chopsticks and the Western Continent... But what connection did Emperor Roselle have to it?
Could it be... that, like Mr. Fool and Miss Fate, he had suddenly awakened many years later?
However, there must have been very few beings like them who could awaken—probably only a handful—and...
Although Emperor Roselle had ultimately died in an assassination, and people's opinions of him were mixed, it had to be said that his life had indeed been extraordinarily legendary.
Alger seriously considered the feasibility of returning and studying Roselle's works to learn about that civilization.
The question of "what does this have to do with Emperor Roselle?" also echoed in Audrey and Fors's hearts, but neither of them asked it aloud. They merely shook their heads.
Alice rested her chin on her hand and answered thoughtfully, "This is a fairy tale. One day, the protagonist obtains a magical paintbrush that can turn whatever it paints into reality."
"Wow," Audrey said with an amazed expression. "But I really haven't heard of a fairy tale like that..."
"I haven't heard of it either." As a bestselling novelist, Fors sat up straight. "Miss Fate, could you tell us this story in detail?"
"...I'm worried a Demigod will come looking for you." Alice offered the advice sincerely.
"Huh?" Fors looked bewildered.
"A Demigod is searching Backlund for everything related to Mr. Fool... Guess what her clue is?" Alice asked faintly.
"This story?" Fors guessed.
"To be precise, it should be parts