[X] Head back inside with Sakuya and see if there's anything you need to actually take care of.
You quash your feelings of irritation and take a breath before slowly forcing your body to relax. You should at least try to do something useful before you simply enjoy yourself. "Sakuya, when you have a moment, I'd like you to take me to my sister's office." The frowns that respond to your request aren't particularly reassuring, nor do they make it easier to contain your displeasure.
"Forgive me, Lady Flandre, but what is it that you wish to do there?"
"I'm going to see if there's anything I can do to help, of course. Also, she has the official stationery there, doesn't she? If nothing else, I can get that letter written." Her misgivings haven't disappeared, but the chief maid bows obediently. You know that Sakuya is in charge of the domestic affairs of the mansion, and you're not stupid enough to interfere in that morass, so the only things you're likely to find would be letters to and from other youkai.
"I can take you now, if that is alright." You nod and she turns to Meiling. "I will return shortly." Meiling nods, still mostly engrossed in her food, and Sakuya begins walking back to the mansion. You wave to the red-haired youkai as you follow the maid and get a wave in return. Sakuya is quiet until you actually get inside the mansion. "I am sorry, Lady Flandre, but I think you may be in for some disappointment regarding the office. Lady Remilia does not seem to have much work that she does there, at least not in the past few years. Moreover …." She hesitates before shrugging slightly. "I have very little idea of what is actually in there. It is a room that she has forbidden that I clean – apparently there are 'basilisks' being used as guardians, and they are far too dangerous to risk even allowing me entry." You frown – Remilia used to use her office frequently … but that was in Europe, land of a thousand princes. Gensokyo has far fewer people of importance, and circumstances rarely require a very quick response, and over the decades it hasn't changed very much. The 'basilisks' are rather more intriguing.
"Too dangerous to even let you in? What are they?" Sakuya shrugs.
"I've never seen them. All I know is that Milady told me that a single inadvertent look at a protected spot could spell my doom, and that all my powers and skill would amount to nothing against the protections." She frowns. "I should add that Lady Remilia does have other offices she likes to use to get work done, but those are merely temporary locations. Still, if you cannot find what you are looking for in the office, I can take you to one of those to see if there is anything useful there." You smile and shake your head.
"No, thank you, Sakuya. If I can't find anything here, I'll probably just look around in her suite. She has an office in there, too, doesn't she?"
"She does, Lady Flandre. She only uses it when writing letters, as far as I know." You nod and continue walking quietly until Sakuya takes you to a room in the clock tower. Then she hands you a small silver bell. "If you need something, please ring that bell, Lady Flandre." You turn it over in your hands, admiring the clock-themed etchings, then put it away carefully.
"Thank you, Sakuya. I'll take good care of it." She smiles and bows.
"Then, if there isn't anything else you wish immediately, I will return to Meiling." You nod and she bows before withdrawing. You take another breath before opening the door – it's not even locked! – and stepping inside. You aren't worried about any 'basilisks' that may be here; if they were a danger to you, Remilia would have warned you or made it impossible for you to enter. Since neither of those happened, you shouldn't have anything to fear from the defenses she has in the room. The office looks like one of Remilia's rooms, with a severe yet luxurious appearance, and one wall is taken up by a large bookshelf. No organization that you can make out, but your sister doesn't always bother with that 'waste of time' if it's merely a personal matter. Most of the booklets on the shelves are thin, journal-like affairs, and most of them are written in some code or language you don't know … or both, possibly. The desk is even worse, since most of the papers there are loose instead of bound or otherwise collected. You do check the drawers and find what you were looking for. You take out the writing set and one sheet of vellum, then dig around for a piece of scratch paper to set your words down.
"Hieda no Akyuu, Chronicler of Gensokyo
We have received your request, and have no objections to a meeting between yourself and our guest Illyasviel von Einzbern. Indeed, that meeting is wished for by her as well. However, as you may not be aware, she is injured and has difficulty moving any distance. As we lack a carriage, the only method we possess to transport her to and from the Human Village would be for me to carry her publicly – an occasion which would bring outcry from humans and youkai alike, as I am sure you are aware. Such a method also lacks dignity.
That a meeting may occur without undue delay, you are granted a visit to the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Simply present this letter to the gatekeeper and you will be allowed within with all the hospitalities of a guest.
By my hand,
Flandre Scarlet"
You look down at the piece of paper. You could probably do better, if you were willing to spend more time on simple letter, but the Chronicler will likely be surprised enough to receive a letter from you that any irregularities will be overlooked. You snort; that entry on you was not particularly flattering. You clear the writing area and set the vellum down before taking out the ink and pen. A quick breath to calm yourself, trying to make sure you don't mess up, and you prick yourself with the pen before filling it with the special ink. You write on the vellum, smiling warmly at the brilliant scarlet letters flecked with gold, black, and a darker red. The vellum could, possibly, be counterfeited, but the ink is special, and anyone who could counterfeit it wouldn't need to go through the effort required. You nod in satisfaction when you finish, then sprinkle the still-wet ink with powdered diamond to dry it. Then you grin and stretch, pleased with yourself and your success. Now, to look for any outstanding business ….
The language barrier doesn't go away, of course, but one journal – kept on the desk, probably because it actually gets used – has a section in German that is obviously pretty recent. The odd thing is that parts of it are indecipherable, making you wonder if the language thing is something Remilia does after the fact to conceal what she's already written. Maybe Patchouli could help you … but more likely she would just scold you.
The first legible area is a musing on whether or not something called 'otataral' could be retrieved from another world for testing and possible use, although Remilia seems to think that the world itself is simply too dangerous to access and so it shouldn't. Another – obviously very recent, another indication that there's some magic involved in the decipherability of the text – is nothing more than a reminder to check on the Schif and see if they're having difficulty in the world they've been sent to. Then you frown and Headless comes to the fore.
"She has some 'suspicions' about me, huh? I wonder what that's about." You scowl and clear your throat.
"And she's worried about being right. She probably thinks she knows where you're from and doesn't think we'll take it well. Why else would she need to test and observe?"
"Why hasn't she brought it up, then? It's obviously something important!" You sigh and shake your head at your friend's stubborn insistence that Remilia is a 'bad guy.'
"I think she has, Headless. Remember when we got back, and she wanted to talk about something that made her worried?" Headless is quiet for a moment.
"… And you asked her to stop trying to talk and she hasn't brought it up since. Alright, it hasn't been that long, and the last time you two had together was a bit stressful. But you know she probably won't bring this up until after you come back from Mid-Childa, right? If it's something that's making her worried, she's probably going to want some time to get things ready." You nod and smile.
"I know. I'm curious, but … well, if it has the potential to be a big problem, maybe waiting is the better option. Still, if you want to know, I can ask her."
"Maybe. I'll think about it." You smile and keep looking through the journal for another legible section. A short section mentions studying the 'pasts' of something called Kosuzu, but it actually fades into another language partway through, so you don't know why she wants that information. Your eyes widen as you hit another section that has a very personal subject matter.
"Pache intends to take Illyasviel to meet her parents. Of course, as she is a Master, there is only one time that such a meeting would be logical, leading to the obvious objection. Pache can't beat Gilgamesh with the amount of preparations she can make before leaving, no matter how much effort she spends on stealing weapons from other worlds. Ea is one thing, but the Gate would deplete her within a few minutes at best. And she would fight him.
Of course, there is also the fact that meeting her father in that situation may not end well for him. Learning that his wish is unattainable … Pache won't mince words with him, and he's more brittle than people think.
On the other hand, her familiar isn't stupid, either. Is she going to do something to tip the scales – or tip them over? Should I encourage her, or just watch? Pache wouldn't forgive me if I got involved without her asking, and she's not suicidal, but …."
You stare down at the passage for several minutes, unsure of what to do. Bring it up to Patchouli, or to Remilia when she comes back. Tell Ilya? Just let it go?
What do you do?
[ ] Talk with Patchouli.
- [ ] About her trip with Ilya.
- [ ] About Headless.
[ ] Take a walk to clear your head and think.
- [ ] Through youkai-infested woods.
- [ ] Along the lake.
[ ] Talk with Ilya about her trip to her parents.
[ ] Other?