Daylight Setomata

Status: Finished (Halloween, 2024)

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I entered my study and sat on my favorite chair. My butler opened the doors with me and instantly served me hot tea. I thanked him and he bowed, then I ordered him to leave as I had some important things to attend to, alone, without anyone around. He immediately excused herself and then left, he has many other chores around the house so he should be far away from the study for some time being. The doors and walls are well isolated, so no sound can get through there.

The walls were barely visible because of the vast bookshelves keeping various different books, light novels, and other important media, such as hentai. My main table and chair were in the center of the room, which was maybe a little too big to be just called a regular room. I had all my necessities here and I could live here for at least a month without running low on water, food, internet, electricity, and etc.

It was my perfect hideout, and resting place as well. Only I have the key to it and my butlers respect my boundaries as I pay them nicely, so I don’t have any problems with privacy.

Privacy is probably the best thing in the world, many people don’t value it as much as they should.

I took one of my grimoires and I instantly opened the page I was looking for.

“Day Cycles and the Tablets of [Redacted]” was the title of a diary entry I clumsily taped to my grimoire. During the excavations at this Portuguese mine, there was an interesting report being conducted on how sun cycles affect certain “perfectly shaped stone tablets” and how some miners could even see text in an unknown language. The executive responsible for the entire operation was Camille Shirakawa, an important business person from Michigan who garnered a vast amount of wealth in a very short period of time, and for some reason, she was really concerned about a certain set of mines in Portugal, that may seem random to an ordinary eye but she for some reason knew about the things that could be found there. These mines were kinda explored during the early period of the Salazar era but were very soon abandoned as soon as nothing of obvious use was found there, so they laid there abandoned for a very long time until Camille got in touch with some important people in the Portuguese government so she could arrange “fantastic excavations”.

I scouted one of the mines and hence that’s how I got in possession of this paper I put in my grimoire, and the nature and everything around it looks like it came from some sort of a fairytale, and the feeling one would feel there was most certainly “fantastic”.

The sun was always visible, and from the place of that mine, it looked very big, unusually so.

The notebook insert doesn’t say much, just general information about the whole operation, but I took it with me because of a few sentences that caught my attention. Which describe the mysterious script that would appear on certain stone tablets during the night – apparently the script was similar to ours but also very alien-like, and it was glowing with a dark black, maybe purplish-crimson, tint.

There’s also a pitiful illustration of the script and to me, it looked like random Russian letters, but upon further inspection, it looked more like the Mongolian version of the Cyrillic script.

I found this interesting so I decided to get in touch with Camille but I was instantly rejected and told to never come back by her younger brother Rein, and I tried the same approach with her sister and she even started shouting at me telling me that this is “none of my business, and that I should kill myself and die forever”. So, considering I also own a lot of properties and material wealth, I decided to send a group of people I trust to recover all stone plates they can find inside the mine and I also hired a “random Mongolian” to help me interpret these scriptures because I can’t read Mongolian. Everything should go as I planned. I’ve been preparing this operation for a couple of months now, officially since summer ended and now it’s the middle of February, which is a perfect time for partners.

So, this is why today I’d like to make this short report so I can at least inform you on what I found in those “caves”. I feel like that’s a way better expression than “mines” because there’s nothing to mine there.

I will inform you where I’ll be leaving these plates so you can come and pick them up. You will receive the exact container details and description so you don’t take the wrong thing with you home, as I know it’s very hard for you to even venture here beyond the "wall", so I don’t want to bother you with too much work, and I’m also expecting that gold you promised me.

I’m glad we can cooperate on this level, as both of these things are certainly in both of our interests, and it’d be stupid to burn a bridge like me, don’t you agree?

Down below is an excerpt from one of the tablets. I know you will believe me I found the real thing once you read this, because you surely must know at least what the tablets are about, otherwise you wouldn’t have contacted me this early.

I took some of the sigils and put them in my grimoire with other information from those tablets I deem useful, just so you know. I believe you’re okay with that.

Sincere regards,

The Great Sister

31.10.200X

P.S: This is EXACTLY how the scriptures were written. The untranslatable terms are left in their original form. My second Mongolian friend proofread the translation.

====Excerpts from the 9th [Redacted] Stone Tablet====

Pumpkins are something I always yearned for. Living in a remote village with no pumpkins was very sad, and this made my upbringing even more depressing. I hate wine, and I hate that we are one of the best producers of wine in the world. It's quite annoying, I hate the scent of it, the smell of it, and I hate everything related to wine, but I love pumpkins. I want to have everything in my home pumpkin-themed. I even want to have a pumpkin-themed WIFI connection but I know that's impossible, because how would you even go about making a pumpkin-themed WIFI connection? Would it be possible to send signals in a way that would resemble a pumpkin? Such important questions stain my mind and my currently blue soul full of pumpkin wonders. Ah, I just love pumpkins. I wish I could meet the Pumpkin Man. I want to see the Pumpkin Man in person and perhaps have pumpkin-themed sex with him. Wouldn't it be cool to give birth to little pumpkins? But that's not possible because birth is thankfully forbidden, and ERADICATED. Gee weez, I love pumpkins but I hate everything else. I wonder if the Pumpkin Man will have a pumpkin-themed penis, how would you call that then? I think Pumpenis is a funny word and it should go into the dictionary as a word substitute for a pumpkin-themed penis. Gee weez, I never meant to leave you. Oh, Pumpkin Man, I will stick your neck into my mouth and drink your blood.