Otome Game Mob Villain

Chapter 777

"Here it is."

Capella promptly placed the box on the table, and wearing gloves, carefully extracted a letter and two books from inside.

"Sorry, but I already examined the contents myself first. I want you to check them too, Amon, and if there's no issue, I plan to take both books back to Baldia."

"Given my uncle's personality, it wouldn't be strange if he had something like this, but I never thought it actually existed. You found it well, Ridd."

"It was by chance. Also, when I first borrowed the mansion, I checked the room thoroughly once but didn't find it then. If not for your suggestion, Amon, it would probably still be hidden."

"Haha, I see. I'm glad my words were of use."

As Amon smiled, I looked down at the letter.

"Then, read this letter first."

"Understood. Let me have a look."

"Lord Amon, please use these, as the documents are old."

"Got it."

Capella handed over the gloves, and Amon quickly put them on, picked up the letter, and began reading.

Gradually, Amon's eyes grew moist, and soon tears trailed down his cheeks.

After finishing the first page, Amon sniffled and looked up at the ceiling.

"...My uncle's feelings for the Fox Tribe and his family, as conveyed through this writing, are overwhelming to imagine."

"Yeah. It hit me deep in my heart when I read it too."

As someone standing in a position to protect a territory, and as someone who protects his family, Gleas's words pierced my heart as well.

But Amon is a blood relative who knew Gleas personally, so it must have pierced even deeper.

As Tink, who had been waiting, quickly handed over a handkerchief, Amon said "My thanks" and wiped away his own tears.

"Amon. I'm sorry to interrupt while you're immersed in emotion, but I'd like you to read the second letter too. The main reason for our visit is actually that one."

"The second letter is the main reason...?"

He tilted his head, placed the first page he was holding on the table, and began reading the second one.

Instantly, the moisture in his eyes dried up, and the color drained from his face.

He looked as haggard as when he first entered this room, no, even more so.

"...If this is the main topic, does that mean the contents of the second book could affect the relationship between Toga and Zubera... no, potentially even the current international relations?"

"That's right. But it's best to see for yourself."

To Amon, who asked with a pale face, I smiled gently.

Then, I placed the second book, the author-unknown sacred text, in front of him.

"Ridd, I have a bad feeling about this. What if I deliberately choose to remain unaware? Aren't there things in this world it's better not to know?"

"I can't let you do that. This was found by your uncle, Gleas. It's written in the letter, right? That he wants it given to you."

"No, but..."

"Considering Gleas's dying wish, we should follow through. I plan to take it back to Baldia, but I want you, Amon, to properly understand the reason too."

As I said this with narrowed eyes, Amon, still pale, was left speechless, his shoulders slumping as he looked down.

He probably understands that once I'm like this, I won't back down an inch.

After a while, he sighed and raised his face.

"...Alright. I'll steel myself too."

"Yeah, please."

Hearing my reply, Amon faced the author-unknown sacred text, gulped audibly, and held his breath.

Next, with trembling hands, he slowly opened the cover.

"This is..."

Amon frowned upon seeing the Ancient Martel language but seemed to quickly notice Gleas's translation written beside it.

In that moment, his expression turned from pale to deathly white.

The book closed with a pat, and Amon hid his face in both hands, looking down.

"That reaction is exactly the same as mine when I first saw it."

Perhaps because we could share the same secret, my voice bounced a little.

Amon, still hiding his face, let out a deep, very deep sigh.

"...To think something written in the Ancient Martel language Toga holds sacred says 'Goddess Mysterina Martel is a fiction'. That's far beyond what I expected."

Saying that, he looked up at Tink and Capella.

"The fact that you two are here means you know this content, right?"

"That's right. Those who know the contents of that book are me, Capella, Tink. And now, Amon has just joined."

"...I wish I could have remained unaware. If this is true, it's beyond my capabilities. My uncle really hid an incredible book."

Amon shrugged his shoulders, put on a serious face, opened the author-unknown sacred text again, and began reading.

The pages Gleas managed to translate are few, so he soon finished reading and carefully closed the book.

"Truly fascinating content. That is, if my uncle's translation is correct. What about that point? Can you translate the Ancient Martel language, Ridd?"

"No, we can't translate it either. But if we take it back to Baldia, I think we can get it translated, though it might take some time."

By the way, my magic teacher, Sandra, is the top candidate among those who could possibly translate it.

But even if she can't, Baldia has many excellent researchers and scholars.

If we can enlist their help, translation should be possible, even if it takes time.

"I see. But the more people involved, the higher the risk of information leakage. I think it would be safe with you and Lord Liner, but please be very careful on that point."

"Yeah, I'll be very mindful of that point. It would be terrible if it leaked and Toga found out."

I don't want to think about anyone serving Baldia betraying us, but unfortunately, in reality, 'absolutely impossible things are absolutely impossible.'

My father, perhaps understanding that point much better than I do, is very strict about information management.

Amon seemed somewhat relieved by my reply, then reached for Gleas's journal.

"May I read this one next?"

"Of course."

As I nodded, Amon picked up Gleas's journal.

"...This is definitely my uncle's handwriting. I haven't seen it in a long time."

He gazed at the journal's cover with nostalgia, and after a moment, carefully turned the cover and began reading.

Amon's eyes gradually grew moist, and the sound of sniffing echoed several times.

After finishing the part where Gleas recorded the deeds of Gales, Elva, and the noble families who followed them, Amon let out a small breath.

"...'A leader cannot fulfill his duty without his people.' My uncle lived by that belief. He was an admirable person."

"Yeah. I never met Gleas, but just reading his letters and journal, you can tell he was a person of high integrity. I can well understand why the noble families who support you still hold him in such esteem."

"He would be happy to hear those words. I think he would have been even happier if he could have met you, Ridd."

Amon's face overflowed with a smile, then he looked down at the journal again.

As he turned the pages, he seemed to reach the part that said 'From here on, the content is for my wife and child,' and murmured, "For his wife and child, huh."

"Lord Amon, with all due respect, I advise against reading beyond that point."

"Eh...?"

As Amon tried to turn the page, Tink lightly grasped his hand to stop him.

"From what I have seen, the content pertains only to the deceased's private life. Please, for the dignity of the deceased, refrain from reading."

"R-right. That's true, too."

Under the pressure emanating from her narrowed eyes, Amon gulped audibly and nodded.

Then, he placed the journal on the table and cleared his throat.

"I understand the content. It's fine for you to take both back to Baldia."

"Thank you, Amon."

As I thanked him, he said, "By the way..." and began.

"When do you plan to return to Baldia?"

"I intend to depart tonight and arrive tomorrow morning."

And so, I decided to return to Baldia with Gleas's journal and the author-unknown sacred text.

Even so, when I tell Father about these two books along with the report on the diplomatic visit, I wonder what face he'll make.

He'll definitely get wrinkles on his forehead, won't he?