Entering "Groselle's Diary" Again

"Huh? How do I know how to enter the 'Giant King’s Court'?"

Listening to Lovia's prayer, Luther frowned.

Lovia reported two things. First, City of Silver was stuck before the Royal City, blocked by endless Monster from the darkness and the sturdy city gates. The chief urgently needed a way to break the deadlock. Second, City of Silver's historical Record had been tampered with, concerning core secrets known only to the chief. To get him to talk, they would have to successfully pass through the "Giant King’s Court."

A single-minded approach has backfired, resulting in a double bind!

Or, I could simply use the Cross of the Creator of the City of Silver to perform a miracle, allowing them to pass through the high-ranking "Unshadowed Domain"... But that's too risky; it might trigger some lingering influence of the "Giant King’s Court," leading to the complete annihilation of the party...

"Call!"

Just as Luther was anxiously pondering how to solve this problem, his vision was suddenly obscured by a thick Gray Fog. Deep within the Gray Fog was a man bowing his head in prayer; judging from his blurry features, it was none other than [World] Klein.

"Dear Mr. Fool, please tell [Temperance] that I have something to discuss with him and ask him to come to my villa."

He said this with a respectful attitude.

No, Klein is still acting... He completely exposed himself back on Roselle Island... Luther thought to himself as he watched this scene, and Consciousness shook his head.

But since he's sticking to the script, I'll just keep playing along.

But what did he want to see me about?

Meager Manor, outside Backlund.

This was originally a top-class estate belonging to the Duke Negan, with its own fine vineyards and winery, as well as a large area of woodland and fields for growing crops and hunting.

After the Duke Negan was assassinated, the estate was inherited by his relatives. Lacking business acumen, they attempted to sell it within a small circle of nobles.

However, the ensuing war caused trouble for the manor's transactions. After Backlund was bombed, people began to worry about the safety of the capital, and the price of the manor kept dropping. Eventually, a wealthy man from out of town who had returned from an adventure in the Southern Continent snatched it up at a bargain price of 15,000.

"Kara."

With his graying hair and refined demeanor Dwayne Dantès set down his tea with a composed and elegant air.

"Please thank the chefs for me; tell them the scones were excellent today."

He smiled and said to the servant beside him.

"It is an honor for us to receive your praise."

The personal male servant said respectfully.

"And you? Would you like a cup of Queen's Tea?" Dwayne said with a smile to the person opposite him. "With the recent tensions of the war, such top-quality teas are very hard to come by."

"Forget it, I don't understand that stuff."

Across the long table, a figure in red said without any politeness, "Give me a glass of lemonade, extra sugar."

"No, who drinks lemon water for afternoon tea?"

Dwayne Dantès' elegance lasted only a few minutes before being shattered by Luther's outrageous demands.

"Oh well, never mind."

He rubbed his temples helplessly, then snapped his fingers.

So the male servant faithfully fulfilled his duty, deftly slicing lemons, squeezing juice, adding water and sugar... Although he didn't know how the other person had suddenly appeared, and although lemonade was very strange in this afternoon tea atmosphere, he still quickly completed the other person's request.

Not only him, but all the servants serving him ignored this sudden guest, as if they were immersed in a strange illusion.

"Why did you call me here?"

Luther took a sip of lemonade, reached out and casually grabbed a small cucumber sandwich from the snack shelf, then tossed it into his mouth.

"It's about City of Silver." Seeing that his elegance was fading, the gray-haired old gentleman simply let go, wiping his face and reverting to Klein's original appearance. "[The Sun] is asking me for help, hoping to find a path to the 'Giant King’s Court.'"

"What a coincidence, Lovia also contacted me. I was just thinking about how to reply to her."

Luther said, swallowing the food in his mouth.

Chef Klein's skills are indeed excellent. Perhaps out of concern for losing his job during this difficult time in the country, he made the sandwiches exceptionally delicious. The refreshing cucumber flavor blended perfectly with the soft and chewy sandwich dough.

Luther took another sturgeon sandwich from the shelf, but after only one bite, he looked uncomfortable, feeling that the meat was not fresh enough.

He immediately retracted his praise of the cook.

"I do have an idea about this, but I need your help."

Klein wanted to laugh when he saw the look on his face as if he'd just eaten something rotten, but quickly took a sip of red tea to cover it up. "How about you, are you interested?"

What idea?

"Entering Groselle's Travels again."

Klein said.

Last time, he, Luther, and Miss [Justice] had already completed their adventure inside. There were extraordinary individuals from various eras who had unexpectedly entered the book, and from their memories, they had gained a considerable amount of Concealment knowledge. This time, Klein intended to carefully explore the Mental World of the book's nominal protagonist— the Giant Groselle. This Giant came from a distant era, before the return of the Creator of City of Silver, and when the Giant King’s Court was at its most glorious.

"Perhaps we can discover the path to the Royal City from his memories, or even more secrets about the Giant King’s Court."

He said to Luther.

Klein remembered clearly that Luther possessed a very special Concealment, capable of suppressing this travelogue and even the remnants of the Consciousness of the "Dragon of Imagination," Ankewelt. As long as he went along, the Travel would be virtually safe.

"Sure, no problem."

Luther had been holed up in a cave on the island for a while and was getting bored, so he didn't want to miss the chance to stretch his body. Besides, he also wanted to see the Ancient God "Dragon of Imagination" again and have a good chat.

The two made their decision, found a safe place, and carried their Consciousness Above the Gray Fog. They smeared the surface of "The Groselle's Travels" stored there with their blood and entered the world of the book once again.

"Squeak--Squeak--"

The world in the book is experiencing a hot summer, with the annoying chirping of cicadas echoing everywhere.

They found the Giant Groselle in the even hotter blacksmith's shop, where he was hammering away, his sweat splattering with each swing of his arm, instantly evaporating before it even hit the furnace.

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Forced back by the heatwave, Luther stood outside the blacksmith's shop and activated his "Spectator" ability, manipulating the latter to put down his blacksmithing work, go outside, sit in a chair, close his eyes, and fall asleep.

After that, he took Klein and leaped into the other's Dream.