Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 68



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 68

Script (2)

Tick-tick-

A library where the second hand moves quietly. On a late night, already past midnight, Elise is still studying with ‘Cookie’.

“… … .”

When it was just 2 a.m., she quietly stretched.

Although I stumbled a bit because of the College Board, it seemed like I was able to overcome it without difficulty.

She turned on her smartphone. There were many unread messages.

I got up from my seat while scrolling through the messages from guys who were trying to comfort me by giving me mediocre comfort.

[Raye: Ellie is fine, call me quickly!!!!]

It was because of Raye’s fussing text message.

Tuk-

Something caught my elbow and it fell to the floor.

“… … ?”

[Bard].

Screenplay by Sion Askal.

Elise thought about it for a moment, but then shook her head.

There is no time to waste on this anymore. I don’t even have enough time to learn the script right now. We must not be swayed by Sion Askal.

She crossed to the balcony of the library. She called someone in the cold wind.

Turrr-

He received it quickly.

“I read the text. What’s happen?”

-Ellie! No, Ellie! Ellie, it’s a big deal! Kane and Escher are just fighting!

“… … .”

Raye spoke urgently and flashed the screen.

—Because of you, I fell into the middle rank!

—Wow, this guy is so fucking ridiculous. Was that a situation I could control? Were you that selfish?

It was Escher and Kane.

—No, I understand that! Chew to admit that you are scared!

—It’s not that it’s scary, it’s that it’s unfamiliar!

The two are fighting sincerely, beyond bickering. While violently exchanging fists and magic power.

—Look at them! Fight, fight!

Raye pointed at them with an urgent, no, amused face. Elise sighed.

“… … “Where are you?”

—It’s a villa~ Ah, more than that, Ellie! I’m so annoyed I’m dying!

Raye suddenly got angry.

—Aww that Gaon Gascal bastard! I heard that taking hope away after giving it is the worst thing ever! If it weren’t for that bastard, I could have made the top 10!

Elise looked at her with blank eyes.

Top 10.

Even Raje is in the top 10.

“… … “Just figure it out.”

Elise has nothing to say. He doesn’t have time to stop Escher and Kane. I feel like I’m going to get depressed again because my grades are lower than Raye’s.

She hung up the phone and returned to the library… … ?

“huh?”

Before I knew it, one person had appeared in the library.

Gerken Khaldun.

Elise quickly hid the cookie in its place. Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the books he had piled up. [Leil Kanen’s Human Relations Theory], [Understanding Geopolitics], [Country, Reality and Individuals]… … .

Is your future dream a politician?

Rather, Elise had something curious about him.

Hmm.

Clearing his throat, he approached and asked vaguely.

“Hey”

Then Gerken slightly raised his head.

“First place, is that you?”

Elise knows that the last people left are Gerken and Solliet, but those two are not people who will spread their rankings to others.

“no.”

I just say no.

“… … “That’s surprising.”

Additionally, Gerken is one of the candidates who saved him.

No matter how you think about it, Gerken is a very powerful person who can move safely in that scary hallway on the 4th floor and—and this is the most important—keep his mouth shut.

Not only Escher and Kane, but also top men like Mel would have secretly boasted about what they had done.

“Then Soliette must have been first.”

Elise looked again.

“I don’t even know that. “I got hit before I saw it.”

“To whom?”

When asked as if leading, Gerken wordlessly held out a notebook.

“this. “Did you drop it?”

Elise glanced. It was a note titled [Bard].

Gerken said.

“I read it unintentionally.”

Elise twitched her lips and shook her head.

“It’s not mine-”

“It was well written.”

“… … .”

“For the sake of conscience, I put it down after only reading half of it.”

Well written? What does that mean?

Elise’s brow furrowed slightly. It was purely because I didn’t understand.

“Can I read more?”

Meanwhile, Gerken asks for permission.

Elise looked at him in horror, like a turtle that couldn’t understand the situation.

“… … no way.”

Before long, I smiled and grabbed the corner of the notebook.

“Is that possible?”

I pulled it all the way.

wasn’t pulled

Gerken was not letting go.

“what are you doing?”

Elise pursed her lips. I tightened my fingers holding the note, but it clicked and Gerken didn’t let go.

“Can you please give it back to me without doing anything weird?”

“… … “Didn’t I just say no to you?”

Gerken looked suspicious.

“… … It’s not mine, but I got it. “Let go of this.”

The two people’s eyes were intertwined. A spark flew out slightly.

“Sure.”

Soon Gerken let go first.

After receiving the note back, Elise packed her things and left the library.

* * *

Premium apartment in Edsilla, Presium.

As soon as Elise returned home, she placed the two items on the desk in her bedroom.

One is [The Bard] written in a cheap notebook.

The other volume is [The Cunning King – Author Elise], produced in high-quality hardcover.

Of course, I haven’t read [The Bard] yet.

—It was well written.

However, what Gerken said keeps coming to mind. The same face he really didn’t want to give back.

This is nonsense. It can’t be fun. It is the most dull, shabby, and ordinary play among the 23 plays of Ratinelle.

“… … “You have to read it once to be able to point it out.”

Elise muttered and sat down on the chair. She flicked through the pages of Sion Askal’s scorched, dirty notebook.

──────

Characters

１. bard

２. duke duke

３. king

４. Queen

５. Prince

６. Baron

７. Minister of the Palace

８. head maid

──────

There were a total of eight characters. Elise rested her hand on her chin and turned the pages.

[Bard: The royal palace is inviting me?]

[Crossdresser: That’s right. Is there any problem?]

[Bard: Is that possible? But it was so sudden… … .]

At first, I was annoyed. She read each page of the note, flipping through it as if it were funny or not.

[The hallway of the royal palace. In the darkness, the head maid looks around with an anxious face. There is a note in her hand.

[Chief maid: Who on earth did this… … ]

[At that time, the sound of eerie footsteps rushing from behind. The head maid looks back at that place.]

[Headmaid: Gaaaaaagh——!]

[The heart is pierced, and the scream is cut off.]

Suddenly a person died.

Not in reality, but in the play.

The head maid with a knife stuck in her heart even has her head cut off and is hung in the middle of the palace hallway.

“… … “What is this?”

Elise was dumbfounded, but her hands and eyes moved on their own.

My fingers searched for the next chapter. Both eyes read the sentence.

After the head maid was murdered, the Minister of the Palace of Internal Affairs died again during the investigation and investigation.

In Chapter 1, two characters die.

In the next two chapters, two more people died, and from that point on when half of the characters flew away in an instant, Elise became immersed without realizing it.

[Prince: The murders began after that Bard came. Isn’t that right? Then who should I suspect?]

When the prince doubted Bard in a harsh tone, I got angry.

[Bard: A bard sings stories. Among those stories, there are both tragedies and comedies. I talk about comedy like tragedy, and tragedy like comedy. That’s it. I am just a bard who tells stories I have heard and experienced and give them back.]

I nodded my head at Bard’s mature response.

[Duke: Bard. This button was lying on the lawn]

When the Duke said something suspicious, I naturally thought that the Duke was behind the scenes.

However, by the time all the murder cases reached the latter half and started to fit together like gears… … .

“… … .”

She looked blankly at her watch. It was already 4 am.

I read the entire book in two hours.

Without any rest. I was completely immersed in it, forgetting the passage of time.

She put down the note without saying a word.

-yes!

At that moment, the cookie on the desk spoke. Elise looked at him and muttered quietly.

“It’s fun.”

The transformation of romance into a thriller, the reinterpretation of the bard’s character, and the revenge plot and final twist are so good that it’s almost ridiculous.

How on earth did such literature come from such a lowly guy?

“… … .”

Elise put her hands together on her knees.

Again, he looked back and forth between his neat hardcover book and his shabby notebook.

You need to get rid of one of these.

If you are stubborn, you may be able to push through with your own [Cunning King]. You can discard the script of [The Bard] and exclude Sion Askal from all the play process, pretending not to know.

She picked up her hardcover copy of The Insidious King.

Slurp – I turned the page. Finally, I took a sniff.

I threw it in the trash can.

“… … ha.”

A sigh passed. Leaning back in her chair, she lifted her face up.

I lost again this time.

It’s not the College Board, but even here, there are guys who are better than me.

This time, you realize the difference in talent.

And that too, to the guy he hates the most.

Elise doesn’t want to admit it.

The fact that there are ‘others’ who are superior to oneself in some way, not just in Sion Askal, but all over the world.

She wants to become the best talent, at least in her age group.

Is it an innate curse? Or is it simply greed? Or is it a blessing that will lead you to the peak?

“… … .”

Elise forced herself to stand up. She picked up her notebook, which cost 1 ren, and went out into the living room of her room.

The employee came up to her and asked.

“Miss, what do you need?”

“this. Please copy and bind it. Only ten parts. neatly.”

[Bard] was handed over.

“yes!”

Yongin quickly took the script and made it into 10 volumes.

[Bard]

It’s much neater than that shabby notebook. I want to add a leather cover to it, but I plan to buy it and add it later.

She put the bard back on the desk. From her pencil case she took out a highlighter and a multicolored ballpoint pen. She turned the cover.

—I’m a bard. Sometimes I cross the line at the dock, climb on the moon, and sing a tune. Express the five senses through stories.

Elise analyzes and studies everything. Maybe that in itself is her hobby.

It’s the same this time too.

It hurts my pride, but it’s a really good script, so I need to study hard.

—(With a faint expression on his face) What is Bard crying about? Bard doesn’t cry even if he cries. Don’t be fooled.

“Complicated and subtle facial expressions.”

Elise delved into the script.

Not only do you follow the character description faithfully, but you also think about what kind of expression you will make and what you will look like when you reinterpret it. I took notes on where to place the accent when speaking my lines and how to correct my speaking. I drew double lines on important parts and used a highlighter.

Only for ‘Sermones Laeterni’… … .