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Scenes from Life in Meropide
Quest List
Scenes from Life in Meropide: Dead EndScenes from Life in Meropide: Fists of FuryScenes from Life in Meropide: Treat the SymptomsScenes from Life in Meropide: Safe OperationScenes from Life in Meropide: A Raw DealScenes from Life in Meropide: Chit-ChatScenes from Life in Meropide: Unfinished TaskScenes from Life in Meropide: Every Debt has a CreditorScenes from Life in Meropide: Visible HandsScenes from Life in Meropide: The Art of NegotiationScenes from Life in Meropide: MemoriesScenes from Life in Meropide: An Actor's Training
Clynes is fixing something in the Rift of Erosion. If you help him, you should get compensated...
Galvaryet:
Hello, what is it?
Galvaryet:
Why are you talking like Lanoire? Just get to the point.
Paimon:
We need lots of Coupons. Are there any jobs we can take?
Galvaryet:
You didn't join Estienne's game, did you? You should know when to stop.
Galvaryet:
...Nonetheless, there is something that I need your help with.
Galvaryet:
Clynes should be repairing his device or whatever it is by the Rift of Erosion. Go help him out, would you?
Galvaryet:
Just ask him for compensation. He won't object.
Paimon:
We'll take care of it!
Clynes:
Just in time. Come help me out!
Paimon:
Galvaryet sent us to help you... But how did you know that?
Clynes:
...Because you're the only ones here to help.
Paimon:
...Well, that makes sense!
Clynes:
Anyway, the task is nothing difficult. The Research Terminal here requires two people to operate it simultaneously, and I've already entered the commands. Just walk over and pull the lever.
Clynes:
I almost forgot... The charging device should be nearby. Please install the charging device first before starting.
Clynes:
And... Just to double-check, you're not machine killers, are you?
Traveler:
It depends on how you define machine killers.
Paimon:
Why do you ask?
Clynes:
I asked Galvana for help last time, and even though I only looked away for a moment, when I looked back, the terminal was already destroyed. I asked her what happened, but she couldn't tell me.
Clynes:
I found out from her sister later that no machines can survive under her for more than half a day. Even Alain Guillotin would have given up on her, I suspect.
Clynes:
Even the repair fee was deducted from my compensation. If you're just like her, then all my hard work will be in vain.
Paimon:
What a story. We're definitely not like her. Don't worry!
Clynes:
I'm counting on you, then.
Clynes:
Is there something you don't understand? Just pull the lever along with me — very simple.
Clynes:
Looking good. If we weren't in a place like this, I would have hired you as my assistants.
Paimon:
This is too easy. By the way, what does this device do?
Clynes:
There was a rift that connected to the outside, and it had to be watched. Now we can just seal the passage with this device and save manpower.
Clynes:
This is nothing new to the Fontaine Research Institute, anyway. But since I have plenty of time, I modified it a little.
Clynes:
What you're seeing now isn't even its final form, which was actually deployed at the Geode Mine Shaft... Ahem, I think I spoke too much. Just pretend you didn't hear anything.
Clynes:
Right, you're a smart one. But if you were smarter, you would have kept that to yourself and not blurted it out.
Clynes:
Anyway, problem solved. Galvana no longer needs to come down too often, and I can take a break.
Clynes:
...Ah, yes. I almost forgot about your compensation. Thanks for the help!
Nizami is looking to spar...
Nizami:
Young warrior, will you spar with me?
Paimon:
Uh, this is super sudden...
Nizami:
Whatever you say, lad with golden hair. I can tell that you're a veteran with just one look.
Nizami:
I'm really bored, because no one has been sparring with me. If you will, I'll give you Coupons! I won a lot of those from Roussimoff, and I haven't figured out how to spend them yet.
Nizami:
How about it?
Nizami:
Are you free now, lad? Spar with me!
Nizami:
Ha! Exhilarating!
Nizami:
I knew it, lad! You're a worthy opponent!
Nizami:
It seems I need to work harder.
Nizami:
Anyway, I'm a straight-shooter, just like you. Here are your Coupons. Let's do this again sometime!
Nizami:
You sure left me hanging, lad. Hope you remember that we weren't finished!
Nizami:
Enough talk. Let's do this!
Traveler:
Just what I need!
Nizami:
Ha! Good! You're a straight talker!
Nizami:
Let's go somewhere spacious!
Traveler:
I'm a pacifist, and I don't like to fight.
Nizami:
A pacifist that fights violence with violence? To each their own, I guess.
Nizami:
But this is not a fight, we're just sparring. We spar to better protect the peace. So if you're that sort of pacifist, we should definitely spar!
Traveler:
You have a point. Let's go!
Nizami:
Ha! Very good!
Nizami:
Let's go somewhere spacious!
Traveler:
I can't do it right now. Maybe later.
Nizami:
I'll be waiting for you here, then!
Traveler:
Let's go!
Nizami:
Nice! But let's go somewhere more spacious.
Traveler:
Hold on...
Nizami:
You... Fine, I'll wait for you here.
Lechlade seems to believe that the source of his misery lies in the yellow-green stones...
Lechlade:
Something's definitely wrong with those yellow-green stones... I think I'm going to die here.
Paimon:
Um, are you alright?
Lechlade:
In the long run, we'll all be "fine," but I'm going to be "fine" before you are.
Paimon:
Wait a minute, this guy doesn't sound fine at all!
Lechlade:
No, I'm fine, literally. If something's wrong, it's too late anyway...
Traveler:
So are you alright or not?
Paimon:
Paimon's very confused. Can you please be more specific?
Lechlade:
Specifically speaking, when I come to the production zone, I get headaches and heart palpitations, and my hands and feet grow cold!
Lechlade:
I'm done for! Do you know what I mean? I'm done for!
Lechlade:
It must be the yellow-green stones! They're evil! You know of those stones, right? The Central Laboratory of the Fontaine Research Institute...
Lechlade:
The yellow-green stones destroyed everything!
Traveler:
Please just go see a doctor.
Lechlade:
I am a doctor! I know! Wait, I'm no longer a doctor. I lost my certification, and I can't give official diagnoses...
Lechlade:
Please find a real doctor with certifications to save me! Please!
Paimon:
This sounds pretty serious. Let's go find a doctor, Traveler.
Arderne:
Are you in trouble? Or are others in trouble? You both look healthy, so it must be the latter.
Paimon:
Indeed...
You explain Lechlade's situation.
Arderne:
Him again, huh?
Traveler:
Can you treat him?
Arderne:
His headache? Or his delusions?
Paimon:
Huh? You mean he's not that sick?
Arderne:
Based on his lab results, most likely not.
Arderne:
I heard that he misdiagnosed a patient when he was still on the outside, ignoring some early warning results, and healthcare outcome... Well, he's been a little paranoid ever since.
Arderne:
He's like that to others, and worse when it comes to himself.
Traveler:
How about the yellow-green stones?
Arderne:
No one else is having those same health issues, right?
Arderne:
But I can't very well ignore him, so please, give him this.
Paimon:
Isn't this Pure Water? Are you sure?
Arderne:
Oh, so you know what this is. It's fine in the sense that it does no harm to the body, and it'll give him a boost.
Arderne:
As far as I know, he stays away from these drinks. But I gave it to him before, telling him it was a health potion, and he did actually show more vigor after drinking it.
Paimon:
Alright, we'll give this to him. If it doesn't work...
Arderne:
Then tell him to go lie down in the infirmary. If you tell him it's "doctor's orders," he'll listen.
Paimon:
Sure. Let's go back, Traveler.
Paimon:
We're back. The doctor gave you this.
Lechlade takes the Pure Water and drinks all of it immediately.
Lechlade:
Ah, me, that's better! Vigor fills me once again!
Paimon:
Wasn't that a little too fast?
Lechlade:
Arderne is a really good doctor, and certified, too! The medicine he prescribes always works. Unlike mine...
Paimon:
But what about the yellow-green stones?
Lechlade:
Suspicious, of course!
Paimon:
Ugh, guess his delusions can't be helped.
Lechlade:
Now I can keep working! Thank you so much for helping out. Here, take these Coupons — just a little something to show my appreciation.
Lechlade:
Stay healthy!
Lechlade:
I feel so weak... Must be those blasted yellow-green stones again...
Arderne:
Don't worry, Lechlade's just acting up again, that's all.
It seems someone is in trouble in the abandoned production zone...
Caterpillar:
No one comes here anymore after the Geode Mine Shaft was closed, and the devices here aren't meant for just anyone to handle.
Caterpillar:
And that's exactly what happened this time. Someone tinkered with the drive valve and trapped their own companion.
Caterpillar:
Anyway, let's get it to open up the passage to Supply Warehouse 1. By the way, if they offer you a drink, you'd best say no.
Paimon:
Who's going to offer us a drink? And why won't we take it?
Caterpillar:
You'll find out soon enough.
Caterpillar:
Mitul, are you alright? I hope you weren't trapped for too long.
Mitul:
My savior! You're finally here!
Mitul:
Where's Koblenz? He's not with you?
Caterpillar:
He told me about trapping you here and asked for my help, but he left because a guard interrupted us.
Mitul:
I knew he wasn't reliable! He probably ran away because he felt guilty.
Mitul:
I mean, how do you make money in business if you don't take risks?
Mitul:
He was clumsy, and too cautious, to boot... I mean, Pure Water is one thing, but even Fonta is available nowadays.
Mitul:
If Fonta is here, how are we supposed to survive?
Paimon:
Oh...
Mitul:
What, you like Fonta too?
Mitul:
I do! I have to admit, it's a formidable rival...
Mitul:
Anyway, I have to settle this with Koblenz. By the way, has he paid you?
Caterpillar:
Nope.
Mitul:
...Sometimes I want to stuff him in a large bucket. That'll make him reflect on what he's done. Anyway, please take these Coupons.
Caterpillar:
Take them, you two, if you would.
Paimon:
What? You want us to take all of it?
Caterpillar:
Of course.
Paimon:
Thank you, then. We can go to the Rag and Bone Shop later to see if they have anything new.
Mitul:
By the way, I'd like to apologize for dragging you into this. I have some fresh health drinks — would you like a bottle?
Paimon:
Fresh... health drinks?
Mitul:
Yup! Healthier than Pure Water, in fact!
Traveler:
I'll take one.
Paimon:
(Hey, didn't Caterpillar tell you to not take one?)
Paimon:
No, Traveler didn't mean it! We already had a lot of drinks before coming here.
Paimon:
But Paimon bets these drinks are good! We'll make sure to try one next time.
Mitul:
Bad timing, huh? Well, come back when you get a chance. It'll be my treat!
Mitul:
Anyway, I must go talk to Koblenz now.
Caterpillar:
I have something else to take care of, so I need to get going. Don't worry too much about the Coupons. I'll put the clues I come across on the blackboard. Let's meet up later.
Paimon:
See you later!
The line for the mail room is exceptionally long...
Decembre:
Can anyone help me? Please! I'm begging you! Help this poor soul!
Paimon:
Are you alright?
Decembre:
Oh, thank goodness! Finally, some kind people! You see, it's my son's birthday tomorrow, and I'd like to send him a letter.
Decembre:
But to get a letter sent out of the Fortress of Meropide, you have to queue up here, and I don't have the time for that...
Paimon:
Huh? Why not?
Decembre:
There was a major safety incident in the production zone, so I have to get there immediately. I was hoping someone could stand in line for me, but...
Decembre:
*sigh* I know this is what I deserve. But my son is innocent. Why should he have to pay for my crimes too?
Decembre:
All I want is to send him a letter so he knows his father hasn't forgotten his birthday and loves him very much. But I can't even do that...
Paimon:
Poor guy... We'll help him, won't we, Traveler?
Decembre:
You will? ...I don't have much in the way of money on me right now, but I'll be sure to pay you a fair price for your trouble based on the market average!
Traveler:
...The market average?
Decembre:
Yes. I've lined up for other people before, so I know the going rate.
Paimon:
It's alright, don't sweat it! We're happy to help.
Decembre:
Thank you so much! You're great people. Oh, I forgot to ask for your names. I'm Decembre, and you?
Paimon:
Paimon is Paimon and he is Traveler. We're adventure buddies!
Decembre:
Well it's good to meet you, Paimon, Traveler. Here's the letter. Just hand it to Lutz over there. You're lifesavers!
Paimon:
Hehe, don't worry! We'll take care of it!
Decembre leaves in a hurry after handing over the letter.
A long time passes before you and Paimon notice that the short queue hasn't moved an inch. You could be here a while...
Suddenly, your attention is drawn to a conversation between two people behind you.
Exhausted Man:
Ugh, this is taking forever. And the air is so stuffy here! I can barely breathe...
Upbeat Man:
First time queueing here, huh, kid? Welcome to the infamous slowest queue in the Fortress of Meropide. Surprised you've never heard of it.
Upbeat Man:
Lutz has a tendency to slow things down by embellishing the letters as he types them out. Can't help himself! Then, of course, we have to check through them all over again to make sure we're happy with it, blah blah blah...
Exhausted Man:
Are you kidding me? Gods. I'm going weak at the knees...
Upbeat Man:
Haha, hang in there, buddy! If you pass out, you'll only have to start all over again tomorrow. It's happened before, you know. One guy's on his third visit and still hasn't managed to send his letter!
Exhausted Man:
Third visit? Geez... Sucks to be him...
Upbeat Man:
Haha, you bet it does! It takes a special kind of bad luck to fail three times in a row. He's a legend in the Meropide queueing community. We call him "Unlucky Decembre"!
Upbeat Man:
If you're interested, I can tell you more about him.
Exhausted Man:
To be honest, I'm not really in the mood.
Upbeat Man:
Ah c'mon, cheer up! Anyway... It all started the day before yesterday. It was sweltering hot that afternoon...
Exhausted Man:
I said I'm not... Ugh, whatever. Carry on.
Upbeat Man:
Decembre came to me that afternoon, saying he had to line up to send a letter the following day. He asked me if I could cover his shift as a porter in the Coupon Cafeteria.
Upbeat Man:
I was gonna say no, because it sounded like more trouble than it was worth. But he gave me the old puppy eyes, and said how he'd missed his chance the last time because he overslept, and how his son was still waiting for his letter...
Upbeat Man:
So I took pity on him, and agreed to help him out. But guess what I saw when I got off work yesterday? I saw him looking for someone else to cover his work, and the excuse was still the same — he needed to send a letter.
Upbeat Man:
So I went over and asked him what happened. He said he'd learned from his mistakes, and woke up early in the morning to queue up. But he still didn't manage to send the letter due to unforeseen complications.
Exhausted Man:
Don't tell me... he joined the wrong line?
Upbeat Man:
No, but that's almost as funny as what actually happened. He skipped breakfast to get in the line early, but by the afternoon he was running on empty and starting to lose it...
Upbeat Man:
He tried to push through, but suddenly everything went black, and there was a loud thud. He was out cold, and by the time he regained consciousness, they were closed for the day.
Exhausted Man:
Hahaha, what a loser! ...Wait, did I...? I don't think I had anything to eat either... Crumbs, now my stomach's starting to growl...
Paimon:
Did they say Mr. Decembre? Paimon didn't realize what we'd lined up for... Good thing we always have food with us for emergencies!
Paimon:
...Hmm. That didn't seem very nice, but Paimon can't put her finger on why...
Queueing for a long time gets tedious and tiring. You start to forget your purpose here.
Only the occasional background noise and chatter serves to remind you that, despite how it feels, time is indeed moving.
Exhausted Man:
I'm feeling lightheaded... Man, I really hope I don't have to do this all over again tomorrow.
Upbeat Man:
Eat this. You need something in your stomach. Next time, remember to bring food and water when you go on a long queue.
Exhausted Man:
Thank you. But it's crazy that you're talking about this queue like it's a marathon...
Upbeat Man:
Hah. Listen up, maggot! This is the most brutal, god-forsaken slice of hell in the whole Fortress of Meropide. It makes Pankration look like a walk in the park!
Exhausted Man:
But... but it's just—
Upbeat Man:
Every queuer worth their salt knows to plan properly before committing to join the line. Some people bring a stool for rest breaks. And some of the more hardcore folks have even been known to camp outside the entrance the night before!
Exhausted Man:
...But it's just a queue...
Upbeat Man:
This is no ordinary queue, rookie. This is war! Everyone is expected to give a hundred and ten percent! Even Unlucky Decembre has multiple contingency plans!
Exhausted Man:
...
Upbeat Man:
Sadly, the best-laid plans are no match for fate. On my way back from the production zone earlier, I saw him leaving the line and heading in the direction of the Coupon Cafeteria.
Upbeat Man:
So I asked him, "Hey! Aren't you supposed to be in the queue?" And do you know what his answer was?
Upbeat Man:
He'd gotten so fixated on queueing that he forgot the most important thing of all: He didn't bring his letter with him! So he had to leave and come back.
Exhausted Man:
...I really have to meet this guy. Sounds like quite a character.
Paimon:
What!? He forgot his letter!? Man... Decembre's luck really is terrible...
Traveler:
Wait, then what did he give us?
Paimon:
Right! He handed it right to us... Paimon is getting pretty confused...
Traveler:
Let's take a peek at it...
Paimon:
Yeah, let's see what he wrote... Whoa! What the heck is all this? Paimon doesn't see anything about a birthday or Mr. Decembre anywhere...
Traveler:
(None of this information adds up.)
Paimon:
It's almost our turn, Traveler! Shall we hand in the letter?
As your tortuous ordeal approaches the end, you reassure yourself that this has all been worth it.
But your questions remain unanswered. A chapter has closed, but the story continues.
Decembre:
Hey, it's me! Phew...! I made it, just in time!
Paimon:
Why are you so out of breath?
Decembre:
I just finished up at the abandoned production zone and ran all the way here.
Decembre:
So it's done? The letter's been sent? Great!
Decembre:
Oh? So that's the name she gave herself...
Decembre:
Alright, to tell you the truth, a young woman asked me to send this letter for her. She looked really sick to me, so I agreed, and I didn't even take a single Mora! I'm paying for your compensation out of my own pocket...
Paimon:
Huh!?
Traveler:
Looking at the contents of the letter, she does seem very sick indeed.
Decembre:
I guess I must've grabbed the wrong letter on my way out... Fiddlesticks! The birthday letter will never get there in time now...
Paimon:
...Wait, really? So you finally got your letter posted, but it was the wrong one? Wow. You're really living up to your nickname, Decembre.
Decembre:
Fate is a cruel mistress. *sigh*... I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta rush home and get the right letter now. I hope there's still time...
Decembre:
Here's your compensation, pleasure queueing business with you... Now to post that blasted letter to my son. See you!
Paimon:
But, but, but... Ugh, why'd he have to leave? Paimon still has a ton of questions for him...
Paimon:
Never mind, at least we got some Coupons, hehe... heh... huh? Is this all!? It's not even one meal's worth!
Traveler:
Guess we're going hungry tonight.
Paimon:
Noooo! Paimon's so hungry, waaaah!
Nakul is looking for a suitable place to study...
Nakul:
You two! Please wait. I hear you're... people of leisure... who never turn down a request.
Nakul:
*ahem* Actually, a girl in a purple dress asked me to take care of you.
Nakul:
But I was thinking, since you accept any and all requests, you must be very capable. So I'd never need to take care of you. Indeed, it would be more accurate to say that you two can take care of me.
Traveler:
Sure, but no discounts.
Nakul:
I know the rules, don't worry. Regardless of the outcome, I will compensate you according to market rates. But Mora is useless here, so I'll pay with Coupons.
Paimon:
We'll be compensated no matter what happens? Really?
Nakul:
Absolutely and totally correct! Our task is just that difficult, you see. It's that Nizami's fault for being great with his fists, but for using them where they shouldn't have been used.
Nakul:
I'll be staying here for a while longer, so I need a place to pursue my studies. It's best if it has a bookshelf, a table, chairs, and a board to write on and stick materials to...
Nakul:
I'm sure you know exactly what place I'm talking about, but it's simply not available and there's no point in asking. But I believe that a room on the opposite side has the same internal structure, and should be usable.
Nakul:
But it's a really strange place. It seems to be occupied by someone who rarely entertains visitors. I've never seen the person nor even seen the doors open.
Nakul:
So I appointed Nizami as my representative. He was always reliable during the time I employed him as a bodyguard. However, he got into a disagreement with the occupant, and negotiations broke down.
Paimon:
Hmm... Maybe communication and negotiations have never been his strong suit.
Nakul:
Indeed. It didn't even look like a negotiation. He just hammered on the door with his fist, standing outside and shouting. It was a truly shocking moment for me.
Traveler:
Whoa!
Paimon:
That doesn't sound like a negotiation at all!
Nakul:
As such, I'd like to ask you to act as my representative and negotiate with the occupant to rent out the space he is currently occupying. I expect the price to be... a maximum of 54,000 Coupons.
Nakul:
You may not succeed, and that's fine, but at least give it a try. I'm counting on you.
Nakul:
If only I hadn't ticked off Carranza earlier, then maybe the negotiations would go more smoothly. *sigh*
Paimon:
(According to Nakul, non-Fontainians seem to be discriminated against. Will he ignore us as well? Is there a better way to go about this?)
Traveler:
(Knock)
Someone:
Who is it?
Someone:
...Since when did this place become a scenic attraction?
Paimon:
Stop playing around, Traveler. Don't forget what we're here for.
Traveler:
We were asked to discuss something with you.
Paimon:
Well... We were hired to ask about renting this room of yours. Of course, the client will be happy to pay you in Coupons!
Someone:
Something similar happened a while ago... That client of yours really refuses to give up, huh? You were sent by that guy with the really funky way of talking, weren't you?
Someone:
Forget it, out of respect for his perseverance... Tell me his offer.
Paimon:
(Yes! Looks like we've still got some room for communication!)
Paimon:
(Nakul told us about his expectation for the price. If we're making the offer, should we reveal his budget from the get-go? Or should we try getting a bargain?)
Paimon:
Alright, Paimon's telling it like it is! The client's budget is 54,000 Coupons. Paimon thinks it's a good deal.
Someone:
Only 54,000? That's just 10% higher than when he had that psycho hammer on my door... What a miser.
Paimon:
Only? Paimon thinks it's a lot!
Someone:
You know nothing. Haven't you ever heard of Carranza? He's much more generous. He offered... Uh, he offered me 108,000!
Paimon:
Really? That much?
Someone:
...
Someone:
O—Of course! Do I look like a liar to you?
Paimon:
We can't see anything from this side of the door!
Paimon:
(He didn't sound very confident. Maybe he made it all up to trick us.)
Paimon:
(What's our negotiation plan now, Traveler?)
Paimon:
We told the truth from the start. We only have 54,000. 108,000 is crazy...
Paimon:
If you refuse, then... o—our hands are tied. We'll have no choice but to give up.
Someone:
I just have to wait a little longer... Just a little longer and it'll rise all the way up. I'll definitely get a higher offer when you return the next time, and the time after that!
Someone:
I never misinterpret the trends! It will go up! So I must hold on! I cannot rashly agree, cannot agree so easily...
Paimon:
Is there a reason you're so confident?
Someone:
Experience, of course! Based on my last two experiences, the upward trend will continue if I don't interrupt it. Isn't that obvious?
Paimon:
What kind of logic is that!?
Someone:
You're a child, so of course you don't understand. Anyway, it isn't the right time yet, so I won't agree. You can go now.
Paimon:
Well... It doesn't seem like he'll be changing his mind. Let's head back and pass the news to Nakul, Traveler.
Paimon:
We're back! So, here's what happened...
You give Nakul a detailed, blow-by-blow account of the negotiations...
Nakul:
Oh... I see. Nevertheless, I always keep my word, so here the compensation we agreed upon earlier.
Nakul:
Ugh... Now what am I going to do...
A "perfect opportunity" is all that stands between Nelly and completing her task...
Paimon:
Huh? What's a Kamera doing here?
Nelly:
"Where there's news, there's Kameras." Have you never heard that before?
Nelly:
But I just made that up, so where did you hear it?
Nelly:
Well, there really isn't anything new under the sun, anyway. No matter what I say or write, it is always but a parody of others.
Traveler:
The Kamera is here, so where's the news?
Nelly:
Well... News is like fishing. It requires patience and making the right judgment at the right time. That's how you hook really big fish...
Nelly:
Oh! I mean... That's how you hook a scoop. Hmm? Wait, that doesn't sound right! Ugh! Forget it!
Traveler:
That sounds a bit amateurish. You're not a journalist, right?
Nelly:
Then you've misjudged me, heh. I'm an amateur journalist!
Paimon:
Anyway, what's an amateur journalist like yourself doing here?
Nelly:
I'm here to complete the project assigned to me — to capture the most vivid moments of the Fortress of Meropide guards at work with my Kamera!
Nelly:
But I spent too much time completing the required compliance documents... Just take a look and you'll understand.
Nelly takes out a stack of documents, all packed with various contractual clauses and signatures. Just looking at them makes you feel dizzy...
Nelly:
By the time I completed all the procedural paperwork, I missed the guards at work during their shift! Or in fishing terms, there aren't any fish in the water right now...
Paimon:
Huh? But there are guards on duty here right now.
Nelly:
But I want to hook a Platinum Collection. I don't think an Initial Configuration or Water Body Cleaner has enough impact... That way, even if I complete my project, other photographers might not think it worthy of praise.
Traveler:
Stop being so picky if you don't want to return empty-handed.
Nelly:
You're right. I need to come to terms with my own limited abilities, and stop trying to catch fish that are beyond me... *sob* I'm such a useless angler... Oh, wait, I mean amateur journalist.
Nelly:
Alright, no more wallowing in self-pity. Time to cheer up! If it's alright with you... Could you do me a small favor? Please! I'll pay you!
Paimon:
Whoa! That was fast... Well, it depends on the favor. So, why don't you tell us what it is first?
Nelly:
The guard over there, Grainville. Based on my judgment, his news value among guards is equivalent to that of a Situation Controller among maintenance meks...
Nelly:
I should be able to write a good report with him as my subject... Well, I can keep myself from getting criticized, at least.
Nelly:
But he just refuses to come over here! So, could you bring him to a suitable spot for me to take a snapshot?
Traveler:
Why don't you just explain it to him yourself and get him to come over that way?
Nelly:
Knowing about the Kamera will make him focus on it and stiffen up, that would make the photo too staged!
Nelly:
Let me think. It's best if we turn off the loudspeaker, report it to Grainville as a malfunction, and ask him to come have a look.
Nelly:
Then I'll definitely be able to capture a vivid moment of a Fortress of Meropide guard at work!
Nelly:
My project's completion depends on this! I'm counting on you! Please help me!
Paimon:
It doesn't sound difficult, Traveler. Maybe we should help her out.
Nelly:
I must take a photo so good that all the other photographers will gain new levels of respect for me!
Nelly:
I still want the Platinum Collection though... Agh...
Paimon:
Hi, we found a loudspeaker that seems to be malfunctioning... It's over there.
Grainville:
Again? That's strange... I just got Clynes to repair it. Looks like he's not even as good at fixing things as I am. I mean, all you gotta do is give machines a couple of good smacks, right?
Grainville:
Anyway, thanks, I'll go have a look.
Paimon:
Thanks for your help!
Nelly:
I've finally completed my project! I'm a journalist in my own right now! Thank you!
Paimon:
You must have snapped a really excellent picture.
Nelly:
Yeah, take a look at this.
Paimon:
Paimon doesn't understand art at all...
Paimon:
Will it really be okay to just use this one?
Nelly:
What's wrong with it? I think it's a great shot! I'm sure no one would have expected me to snap a shot like this one! They will all be so surprised...
Paimon:
Paimon really doesn't get your standards for artistic critique...
Nelly:
Oh, it's called "symbolic meaning over substance." I'm sure all experienced photographers will understand once I submit it!
Nelly:
Anyway, thank you. This is for you. Hehe, it would be great if we could chat at a fishing spot next time!
Grainville:
What's wrong with it? Hmm...
Grainville:
All relevant labor regulations and procedures must be followed in the production zone — that means safety first. If you've got no questions, then don't disturb my work.
The gear patterns on the wall are troubling the guards...
Galvaryet:
I said, either find a way to remove it or figure out who's behind it.
Maupoil:
Easy for you to say... I've tried all kinds of cleaners, and none of 'em worked. If it needs something stronger... We have to try Hydro Phantasm Taint-B-Gone.
Galvaryet:
Hydro Phantasm Taint-B-Gone? Are you trying to burn a hole through the wall!? We'll all be sleeping with the fishes in no time!
Maupoil:
Then we'll have to locate the culprit. But we don't have any clues regarding their identity.
Paimon:
What's wrong? Is there anything we can do for you?
Maupoil:
Well... See that mark on the wall? Graffiti is prohibited in the Fortress of Meropide...
Maupoil:
We've tried everything, but we still can't remove it, so if we could at least locate the culprit...
Galvaryet:
Wait, hold on, now that I think about it, we aren't completely without leads. I remember Clynes mentioning that the Fontaine Research Institute has a mark that requires a special method to decipher.
Maupoil:
Are you trying to say that it's the same type of mark?
Galvaryet:
I wasn't interested in the slightest back then, so I didn't bother asking for more information. Maybe he could give us an answer if he was here.
Galvaryet:
Indeed, we cannot rule out that possibility. But if that's the case, hehe... He should know the rules.
Galvaryet:
Traveler, Paimon, you're knowledgeable adventurers with a wealth of experience, so do you have any ideas?
Galvaryet:
Help us locate the culprit behind the graffiti, or bring Clynes here to have a look. Hmm... Consider it an official commission then — with Coupons as compensation.
Paimon:
Alright. If it's an official commission, then we'll give it a go.
Galvaryet:
Thank you. In the meantime, I'll try to find other means of removing it.
Maupoil:
Would capturing a Blubberbeast and making it spit on the mark work?
Galvaryet:
Are you serious? Have you been under too much stress lately? Are you still mentally sound? Have you been scheduled for too many shifts?
Maupoil:
I'm absolutely fine. I just want to see a Blubberbeast spit.
Galvaryet:
You... need to take a day off.
Paimon:
Huh? Isn't that Clynes?
Paimon:
Huh? If Clynes is here, then that mark must've been his doing, then.
Clynes:
Huh? What are you two doing here...?
Clynes:
What are you talking about? I'm lost. Why don't you ask someone else?
Traveler:
I think we've got the wrong guy, Paimon.
Paimon:
Oh, we got the wrong guy, did we... Wait! Don't let him deceive you, Traveler! There's no one else here, so it must be him!
Clynes:
...Alright, you win. I did it.
Clynes:
*sigh* I was planning to use this to catch up with some acquaintances, but I didn't expect that the two of you would be the ones to show up.
Paimon:
Catch up with some acquaintances?
Clynes:
The Cipher Letter is a technology developed by Mr. Butor, and few know how to decode it, even at the Fontaine Research Institute. The only reason I know of it at all is because he was my benefactor.
Clynes:
Unfortunately, he left us far too young, and management doesn't care for his Cipher Letter. So, I figured that if someone out there could decipher it, then we would have something to talk about.
Clynes:
Oh, I don't mean that there's nothing to say between us, but there are many topics we do not have in common.
Traveler:
No need to force yourself, there really is nothing to say.
Clynes:
You're... very honest. I once had a friend who was as frank as you. They got into quite a bit of trouble because of it...
Clynes:
But looking back at it now, those really were happy times.
Clynes:
Anyway, is that the only reason you're here?
Paimon:
Paimon almost forgot! Galvaryet and Maupoil asked us to investigate the culprit behind the graffiti.
Traveler:
Turn yourself in, please.
Paimon:
Turn yourself in! We won't show you any mercy if you resist arrest!
Clynes:
*sigh*... Can't we just talk about this? Forget about Maupoil, I just don't want to fall into Galvaryet's clutches.
Clynes:
Would it be possible for you to, y'know, just turn a blind eye to this whole thing?
Paimon:
But Maupoil said graffiti is prohibited in the Fortress! And breaking the rules is bad, isn't it?
Clynes:
If you're feeling a bit generous with definitions, then the Cipher Letters on the wall are no different from anything else posted there. They're decorations, nothing more.
Clynes:
How about I go with you, but Traveler can decide whether or not to turn me in?
Clynes:
Of course, if you choose to help me and save me from Galvaryet's clutches... I'd be willing to compensate you accordingly.
Clynes:
I'm putting my fate in your hands. Let's head out now.
Galvaryet:
I see you've found Clynes. But... Have you found the person responsible for the graffiti? Or at least any clues?
Paimon:
Well, about that...
Galvaryet:
I thought so too.
Clynes:
Ugh, and just like that, all the excuses I came up with are useless. I guess I'm just meat on the chopping block now, waiting to see how you'll dispose of me, huh?
Paimon:
Rules are rules.
Maupoil:
To be honest, I'm more concerned about how to remove this mark than any punishment you'll receive.
Clynes:
You're interested in Cipher Letter technology? It will take quite a bit of time to explain, so why don't you sit down and listen?
Maupoil:
No, I'm not interested in the specifics. Just tell me how to remove it...
Clynes:
Even that's a long story. After all, special paint and techniques are utilized...
Maupoil:
I have other work to attend to, so keep it short. Uh... Please...
Galvaryet:
Let's leave them to it. Traveler and Paimon, here's the compensation you were promised. Thank you for your help.
Maupoil:
As I said, I have other work to attend to...
Clynes:
Everything has its own proper sequence. You must first understand the principles behind...
Galvaryet:
What a pain. Sis and I are having dinner together today, so I'm leaving when my shift is over... whether or not this mess has been cleaned up.
Maupoil, a Fortress of Meropide guard, is still working tirelessly to cover for other people...
Decembre:
Well, well! If it isn't Traveler and Paimon!
Decembre:
Don't be so cold. I'll never forget what you did for me that other time.
Paimon:
That other time... Ah! We still have so much to ask you!
Decembre:
I—Is that so? Ugh, oh, what's this? My memory, it's acting up again! What happened then, I wonder? I can't remember a thing!
Decembre:
The wise say it's better to look toward the future than look back into the past. So let's talk about our future collaboration, and let bygones be bygones, shall we?
Decembre:
I have a few jobs on hand that pay quite well, but I don't have anyone to help out. If you're free, would you like to have a go?
Paimon:
Hmph! Don't you go thinking we're that easy to dupe...
Traveler:
And just how good is the compensation?
Paimon:
Hey!
Decembre:
This is why I'm so fond of talking business with people like you. What do they call it again? Right, being quick to catch on!
Decembre:
How about I state a number that's guaranteed to satisfy you?
Decembre:
A hundred Coupons! What do you think?
Paimon:
A hundred!?
Decembre:
Mmm, I see you are moved by my generosity.
Traveler:
That won't even buy us a bottle cork.
Paimon:
Yeah! Paimon can't believe you had the gall to make that offer!
Decembre:
Am I not being generous enough? You young 'uns really are so... You just don't know what's good for you!
Decembre:
You should know, there're hordes of poor wretches who'd give an arm to do easy and profitable work like this...
Maupoil:
Decembre, you slippery little fraud, I've finally caught you! Last time I caught you hanging around the mail room, you were also swindling newcomers into commissions for you for a fraction of the actual fee...
Maupoil:
Traveler and Paimon? You didn't fall for his lies, did you?
Traveler:
I'm devastated... We've already been tricked once!
Maupoil:
*sigh* Then I'm too late.
Maupoil:
Anyways, don't believe a word he says. He targets newcomers or anyone unaware of the rules and cheats them. There's already a long list of victims.
Decembre:
My word, "swindle"!? You make it sound so awful. Is there any difference between us? Don't you guards use Coupons to make people do miscellaneous work for you, too?
Maupoil:
We don't pocket a portion of their compensation.
Decembre:
What are you hinting at? Don't slander me without any proof!
Maupoil:
Oh, you want to see some proof? Let's go then. Solitary is quiet and spacious — a perfect place for you to peruse all the proof. Seriously, I still have trouble to deal with at the Geode Mine Shaft after this...
Maupoil:
Oh, Traveler and Paimon. If possible, could you help me...
Paimon:
Hey, it's not like we have all the time in the world, either!
Traveler:
I'm sure you pay handsomely — I'll do it.
Paimon:
Hey!
Maupoil:
Haha! Payment will be provided in accordance with regulations, of course. I'm sure you know the standards, and you know I won't try to defraud you.
Maupoil:
Anyway, some Fontemer Aberrants have been spotted in the Geode Mine Shaft... They may pose a threat if left unchecked, so they must be dealt with as soon as possible.
Maupoil:
I'll take this guy to solitary first. Handing him over to my colleagues will take some time... I'll meet up with you as soon as I'm done.
Paimon:
Alright, but don't take too long.
Maupoil:
I'll do my best. But the paperwork... It's not something I can speed up. I'll leave the business at the mine shaft to you then.
Paimon:
You're only just arriving here now? We've already driven away all the Fontemer Aberrants.
Maupoil:
So, it's finally happened to me.
Paimon:
What's finally happened?
Maupoil:
Arriving at the scene and finding out that all the work has been done by someone else, of course! I mean, there's nothing for me to do here.
Maupoil:
This is for you. Thank you so much! I'll certainly manage to get a good night's sleep tonight!
You find a strange notice in a book...
Paimon:
The "Art of Negotiation"...? Hmph! Even the title is boring! Paimon's not interested in that... Huh?
Paimon:
Eh? There's a note here? Hmm... "Go to the registration counter at the front desk to participate in the Coupon Cafeteria's internal satisfaction survey for a chance to win Coupon rewards..."
Paimon:
Coupons... Whoa! See this? We can get Coupons! Paimon didn't expect something this good at all! Let's go!
Paimon:
The registration counter at the front desk... This is it! Let's try our luck!
Paimon:
Hello, Ms. Monglane!
Monglane:
...
Paimon:
(Whoa! She doesn't look like she's easy to get along with!)
Traveler:
(Maybe the Art of Negotiation will work?)
Paimon:
(That's right, we've got this book! Who knew it would come in handy here?)
Paimon:
Let's see... Found it! "If you gain the initiative by showing your strength and overwhelm your opponent with an imposing manner..."
Paimon:
This is it! Overwhelm the opponent by being imposing! Paimon gets it! Paimon just has to be louder, right?
Paimon:
Hey! Ms. Monglane! Hello—
Monglane:
...I heard you. What can I do for you?
Paimon:
Huh? It really worked!
Paimon:
Hehe, we're here for the satisfaction survey, Ms. Monglane! Er, Paimon means to say that she's here to accompany him.
Paimon:
(Don't worry, Traveler. We have this book. Paimon will sneak peeks at the book and tell you what to do! Anyway... Yeah! Just listen to Paimon!)
Monglane:
Another one saw the notes in the books...
Paimon:
Huh? Yeah, that's right!
Monglane:
Just how many were...? Actually... Ugh, forget it. It's fine...
Monglane:
Ahem, please wait a moment... Allow me to explain the rules. The survey has a total of five questions. Please answer them quickly and intuitively. Remember, you must answer them quickly.
Monglane:
Do you understand? We can begin once you're ready.
Traveler:
We're ready.
Paimon:
(Whoa! Wait! Paimon is still flipping through the book...)
Monglane:
Very good. Let's hurry up and begin then.
Traveler:
Please give me a moment to get ready.
Monglane:
...Oh. I see. Please be quick about it.
Paimon:
(Hey... Why is she being so impatient...?)
Monglane:
Are you ready now?
Traveler:
We're ready.
Traveler:
Please give me a moment to get ready.
Monglane:
*sigh* Please hurry up then.
Paimon:
(Paimon is ready now! Do your worst!)
Monglane:
Question one. Do you think it is reasonable to maintain the prices for the food in the Coupon Cafeteria at the current low level?
Paimon:
(Hmm... How do we answer this? Let Paimon look it up... Found it! Let's try the universal formula.)
Paimon:
(According to the book "I agree with your views, but..." can be used in any situation. Even an Abyss Mage would be willing to respond positively. It sounds really amazing.)
Paimon:
Ah...? Paimon wouldn't touch that horrible stuff even if it was free!
Traveler:
But what if our food budget runs out...?
Paimon:
Hmm... When you put it like that... N—NO! Paimon would rather starve!
Monglane:
*Cough* Excuse me.
Paimon:
Huh?
Monglane:
According to the rules, the survey must be answered quickly. Let's move on to the next question.
Paimon:
F—Fine... Rules are rules...
Monglane:
Question number two. Is adequate food available during dining hours in the Coupon Cafeteria?
Paimon:
There's plenty of food... But it just tastes awful!
Traveler:
Yeah, it has more Mint than grows on all of Teyvat.
Paimon:
Paimon would rather just eat Mint directly...
Traveler:
Really? Then you can have a Mint Salad today.
Paimon:
No! Paimon doesn't want either of those! *sobs* Paimon wants Sweet Madame...
Monglane:
Anyway... Can we get back to the survey? I'll just put it down as a yes.
Monglane:
Ugh... This is so tiring. Let's move on to the next question.
Monglane:
Before we move on to the third question, I'd like to remind you that this survey requires you to answer quickly. So...
Monglane:
Now for the third question. Do you think the current randomized meal system is interesting?
Paimon:
Pay more attention to the taste!
Monglane:
I agree with your views, but... Doesn't randomized meals create the feeling of a pleasant surprise, of not knowing what you'll get next?
Paimon:
That's true... When you put it like that, it does sound really interesting!
Traveler:
Paimon...
Paimon:
What? Miss Monglane made a lot of sense. It's very difficult to disagree!
Monglane:
Ahem, please answer quickly.
Traveler:
It's interesting, including the fortune slips.
Paimon:
Yeah! Every meal comes with a fortune, and it's like drawing lots, it's really nice!
Paimon:
"Hard work begets success!" Paimon thinks it's awesome!
Traveler:
It is hard work to guide others.
Paimon:
Hehe.
Monglane:
...
Monglane:
Question number four. Do you think it's reasonable to sell addictive foods in the Coupon Cafeteria?
Paimon:
(Huh? What? Why is she suddenly speaking faster?)
Paimon:
(Gain the initiative? Steer the conversation? No! No! None of these seem correct. Maybe... We should go back to the universal formula...)
Traveler:
(That's not quite right... These questions...)
Monglane:
Ahem, please do not overthink it or engage in idle chatter. As I mentioned previously, please answer quickly and intuitively.
Traveler:
It's very reasonable...
Monglane:
Alright, thank you for your feedback. Now, it's time for the final question.
Paimon:
Did she just completely ignore us? Are our answers not important at all!?
Monglane:
Based on the answers you've just provided, are you satisfied with the current state of the Coupon Cafeteria?
Paimon:
What were they again? Paimon can't remember all of them!
Monglane:
It's alright, then I'll just write down that you're satisfied.
Paimon:
Okay... But something doesn't feel quite right...
Monglane:
I should probably mention that you will not receive any Coupons if you answer "no."
Paimon:
That's way over the line!
Monglane:
Then what about you, sir?
Paimon:
Don't ignore Paimon!
Traveler:
Yes, I'm very satisfied.
Monglane:
Very well. Thank you for your cooperation. Your support is our motivation to improve. Please sign here to claim your Coupons. The intelligent flying clockwork device by your side can sign for the Coupons too.
Paimon:
Huh? Paimon gets some too!? But Paimon didn't even participate! Is that really okay? Wait! Paimon is Paimon! Not some intelligent flying clockwork device!
Monglane:
Very well. Anyway, we respect all input, so everybody... er, all people and meka are eligible.
Paimon:
Didn't you hear Paimon!? Paimon isn't a flying clockwork device! Paimon is Paimon! Don't ignore Paimon!
Monglane:
Understood... Anyway, in order to help save your precious time, I can fill in the survey for you. Don't worry, the number of Coupons you'll receive won't change.
Monglane:
I'm sure you'll be answering "satisfactory" to every question, right?
Paimon:
Yes! Coupons!
Monglane:
In that case, just sign here and leave the rest to me.
Paimon:
Cool! This way we'll get the Coupons and save the trouble. Thanks, Ms. Monglane!
Monglane:
Thank you for your support. Please take your Coupons and we hope you'll participate in the next survey.
After getting the Coupons, you and Paimon bid farewell to Ms. Monglane.
Paimon:
In retrospect, Ms. Monglane didn't really care at all about our responses...
Traveler:
The problem is with the questions themselves.
Paimon:
Yeah, you're right. The questionnaire really was weird, and Ms. Monglane seemed so exhausted...
Traveler:
The Art of Negotiation failed.
Paimon:
Art of Negotiation, pshaw! Books like that are all completely useless after all!
Traveler:
You're right, the book is the problem.
Paimon:
Yeah, totally! So you also think the problem is with the book, right? But since we got some Coupons, Paimon will let it slide.
The loudspeaker plays an interesting broadcast...
Clynes:
We meet again. I made a bet with myself on whether it would be you who came.
Clynes:
Heh, I won, and I lost too.
Paimon:
Why would you do that using a loudspeaker? Wouldn't you be in trouble if Galvaryet caught you? Aren't you terrified of her?
Clynes:
Terrified of her? Why would I be? It's just a bit annoying when she catches you. But she spends most of her time in the administrative area. She doesn't get involved with issues in the production zone unless there's good reason to.
Clynes:
As for why I use a loudspeaker for things like this, naturally it's because it's way too boring here.
Clynes:
I think I get Teilhard now. He must be bored out of his mind, so he's always trying to find ways to entertain himself. In that sense, I'm just copying him.
Clynes:
You've got a friend like him, right? One who's always full of crazy ideas, sometimes making a ridiculous mess of things.
Traveler:
Naturally.
Paimon:
Paimon doesn't get you at all! If you think it's boring here and have a friend like that, why don't you just leave the Fortress of Meropide? Or are you actually guilty of some really serious crimes...?
Clynes:
I can leave any time I want. I choose to stay of my own volition.
Clynes:
It's much better in here than out there. Nothing to worry about, life is stable, and no need to ponder complicated questions.
Clynes:
I really envy that Lanoire girl. If I were her, I'd choose to never leave here. I'd rather be ignorant of the world outside.
Traveler:
That's because you've already seen the outside world.
Clynes:
You're right there. You can't make a judgment without having seen the evidence.
Paimon:
But wouldn't it mean you won't see any friends if you stay here? Unless they come down as well...
Clynes:
Good news: That's not a problem for me. Bad news: It's not a problem because all my friends are gone.
Clynes:
*sigh* I'm just not good with topics like this.
Clynes:
When they were still around, life wasn't bad. Even though our research field wasn't particularly hot, and getting funding approved was next to impossible.
Clynes:
But then the accidents and misfortune started piling up. Butor passed away due to illness, the Central Laboratory blew up, and Teilhard perished in the blast.
Clynes:
And the one who got fired... Never mind, I won't mention him.
Clynes:
Anyway, there was absolutely nothing I could do about any of it. But life in the Fortress is simple, and any problems that crop up are easy to deal with.
Clynes:
Even if something major does happen, it's not like I'm the one that'll have to deal with it. So, I'm quite content with my life now. It's just that I'd like to have someone to reminisce with now and then.
Traveler:
Understandable.
Clynes:
Though it was nice chatting with you today, so thank you. Let me give you these Coupons. You can think of it as a free round on me next time you're in the Rag and Bone Shop.
Clynes:
Cheers, Mister, and the little lady too. Smile, and may you have a wonderful day.
The Tri-Coupon Troupe is preparing to put on a new show...
Meilhat:
Okay. So, the last line here is, "But I never expected to see, muddily reflected in the eyes of my nemesis, a sad, lonely face, gradually made desolate by vengeance..."
Meilhat:
No, it's so strange to suddenly feel remorse for the acts of vengeance already committed, and given how brutal the revenge was against the accomplices, it doesn't make sense to show mercy to the main culprit...
Fourmon:
A—Actually, it was all foreshadowed. See, after every act of retribution, her determination began to waver little by little, due to the atrocities she had committed and witnessed.
Fourmon:
I mean, we don't want to encourage dedicating your whole life to revenge, after all...
Meilhat:
Nope, I just don't think the ending is convincing, at least to me. You're going to catch flak if the script stays as-is.
Fourmon:
Don't judge it based on your own tastes.
Meilhat:
This again? Well, I think you're actually the one tailoring it to your personal tastes. You shouldn't always be preaching to the audience. Oh, right! We do have an audience here now, don't we?
Meilhat:
What is your name, blond friend?
Traveler:
Call me Traveler.
Meilhat:
Hello. You've been watching so you must have an interest in theater. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Meilhat.
Meilhat:
And this here is Fourmon.
Fourmon:
How do you do...
Meilhat:
We are the world-renowned...
Fourmon:
?
Meilhat:
Aren't you going to follow that up with "Tri-Coupon Troupe!"?
Fourmon:
Fine, fine... As you can see, we are the world-renowned Tri-Coupon Troupe...
Meilhat:
Haha, we're not actually world-renowned in the least. The regular cast consists of just the two of us.
Fourmon:
Then you shouldn't have promoted us like that from the start. Also, I never agreed to you hyping me up as a "renowned performance artist" over the loudspeaker, either...
Meilhat:
It's just an advertising tactic. And I believe that you, Monsieur Fourmon, will one day be a famous performance artist.
Fourmon:
Oh, stop it. I'm just trying this out for fun...
Meilhat:
Monsieur Fourmon is very talented! Someday, he may even grace the grand stage of the Opera Epiclese.
Fourmon:
Thanks for the compliment, I... Wait a second, I've already been there! I'm here because that's where I was sentenced!
Meilhat:
Uh, that's true, I guess. Anyway, Traveler, we're rehearsing a play called "The Countess of Monte-Mer," but we'd like to hear an outside opinion regarding the ending.
Meilhat:
It's okay. Let me put it this way, plays are meant to entertain the audience. Exciting is exciting, and boring is boring. You don't have to know anything to give your opinion.
Meilhat:
How about it, Fourmon? Let's put on a little performance for Traveler!
Fourmon:
Ahem... Then let's start from, "Some say that for all evils there are two remedies — time and silence..."
"Some say that for all evils there are two remedies — time and silence."
The story opens in a land of exiles called Monte-Mer.
A woman named Juliette has lost her fiance to a brutal murder, and she herself has been framed and banished.
But the fire of vengeance burns intensely in her bosom, refusing to surrender to either time or silence.
There will come a day when she finally escapes and exacts payback on all who were responsible!
As chance would have it, not only does she escape Monte-Mer, but she unearths its hidden treasure.
One after another, she takes her vengeance on those who wronged her.
But what she lost in the euphoria of revenge was her own compassion.
As she faces her nemesis of days past, does she even realize this?
Or perhaps that is why, at the last moment, her sharp blade went wide of the mark...
Fourmon:
Juliette... Why does it have to be you, Juliette?
Meilhat:
Yes, it's me. You didn't see this coming, did you? When you killed my fiance with your own hand and banished me to Monte-Mer!?
Fourmon:
Ah! Why you... You she-devil! I remember now, I remember...
Fourmon:
In court, two weeks ago, you said, "The pound of flesh from his chest is the principal, and the blood and surplus flesh are the interest!" Then killed Anthony!
Fourmon:
He collapsed there in the middle of the court, pale as the death coming for him! All the crowd could not but helplessly stare as his heart stopped beating!
Meilhat:
...Hmph! He who perjured himself so many years ago, finally paid the price I demanded of him! And with interest. He had only himself to blame for such an end!
Fourmon:
And the lead actor Raoult, haplessly crushed by a falling light in a theater...
Meilhat:
Were it not for his glib, serpentine tongue, my lover and I never would have fallen into your trap!
Fourmon:
So... So you got close to me just to rig my clock to fire a hidden dagger, taking my life at midnight?
Meilhat:
Exactly.
Fourmon:
Juliette, please, forgive me... You saw how Anthony's wife hanged herself after he died, leaving behind only the piteous sobs of their young son...
Fourmon:
Is this really what you want to see? Think about Raoult. The sight of his haggard, snow-haired mother trying to gather his broken, scattered remains, wailing in agony and sorrow...
Fourmon:
I know my sins are many and grave, but you should know why we killed your fiance... It's because he killed our friends...
Meilhat:
I don't believe you! You're lying! You must be!
Fourmon:
It is your choice whether to believe it or not! Ah, Juliette! Just what kind of jagged pillar of fate have these chains of sin bound us both so tightly to!
Fourmon:
If vengeance will free you, plunge the knife in your hand into my chest! But I can promise you, revenge will not put you at ease... But fill your heart with an agonizing void.
Fourmon:
Look at my own pitiful state. I know what lies down that road, better than any...
Meilhat:
How could this be...? Is this perpetually drunk and tortured man a portent of what is to come? I thought I would be free after exacting revenge...
Meilhat:
But I never expected to see, muddily reflected in the eyes of my nemesis, a sad, lonely face, gradually made desolate by vengeance...
Meilhat:
Okay, Traveler, this is it... This is the part I feel we need to discuss.
Meilhat:
There are two directions we can go with the plot. One is for Juliette to abort her revenge, and spend the rest of her treasure traveling the world and enjoying life.
Meilhat:
And the other is for her to complete her vengeance, only to realize she still feels empty inside, so she donates all of her wealth to charities, then grows old and dies alone in the place where she first met her fiance.
Meilhat:
So, as the audience, which do you prefer?
Meilhat:
Hmm, really?
Fourmon:
See what I mean? Audiences can understand, since Jerome already serves as an example of someone who successfully exacted revenge but still isn't happy.
Fourmon:
"Kill your nemesis and you'll be happy" may sound good, but happiness is created and built, not obtained through destructive means like revenge.
Fourmon:
You don't gain happiness through retribution, only a sinful pleasure. But when that euphoria fades and you can't find another direction in life, it leaves naught but a huge void inside.
Fourmon:
In the process of getting revenge, it's vital that they find another means of redemption beyond vengeance itself!
Meilhat:
Hmm, that does make sense, though I'm still not entirely convinced.
Meilhat:
Thanks, Traveler. Your feedback has been most valuable!
Fourmon:
Yes, indeed. After such a discussion, I feel like the conclusion does have some room for improvement. If it can be properly presented...
Meilhat:
You must come when the play officially premieres, Traveler. There'll be an ending that will exceed your wildest imagination!
Traveler:
R—Really...?
Meilhat:
Well, it's still to be finalized, so I don't know, either...
Fourmon:
Then why would you tell Traveler that!
Meilhat:
Just call it promotion! Oh, and thank you for the feedback, Traveler. Please take these. Feel free to drop by anytime.