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I reluctantly turn off How About A Castle? and load my save
file. I am greeted
again by the hyper-submissive Shannon.
"Hello, and, again, welcome to Rakkenjima." She continues
smiling. "We hope
your brief relaxation has been a pleasant one. We are now ready
to begin the
game proper. Before we start, however, keep in mind that
although fun and
learning are the primary goals of Umineko, serious injuries may
occur. For
your own safety, and the safety of others, please refrain
from-"
Jessica interrupts her. "Ah, Shannon. Well, this is the first
time Battler has
seen Beatrice's portrait." Jessica was lying through her teeth.
She knew for a
fact that this was Battler's second time seeing it. She was
there Battler's first
time, as well. Battler could only wonder to himself what Jessica
was planning.
She looked at him with a smile and added, "He was just
fascinated by it."
"Excellent. Please proceed to the beach after appreciating the
portrait."
George mentioned another theory behind the portrait.
"Ahahahaha." He could
barely contain himself at the thought of it. "In addition to the
patron theory,
there's also a theory she was Grandfather's first love." George
contained his
laugh to a snicker and continued. "...Either way, although it's
been severaldecades since he met her, even now she holds a special
place in his
heart. ...Which must mean he is still captivated by her." He
burst into
laughter again, his face red from trying to hold it in.
Battler couldn't help but smile at George "Sheesh." He played
along. "That
must have made Grandmother pretty jealous, right?"
"I'm not really sure, but that might actually be true." Jessica
responded half-seriously, seeing a chance to gossip. "Apparently
Grandmother believed that
he was cheating on her with some blonde-haired person."
"... Uu-?" Maria grunted. "Good smell! Good smell coming from
Shannon!"
She pounded her chest and circled around the helpless maid.
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Shannon was unfazed, however. "Please move quickly to the beach,
as the
effects of prolonged exposure to my aroma are not part of this
story."
George noticed Shannon carrying a basket. He put two and two
together and
decided she must be carrying cookies.
"Uu-! Want to eat cookies! Want to eat cookies! Uu-!" Maria
pounded on the
floor, doing all she could to contain her frenzy.
Shannon, with all the emotion of a robot, reached into her
basket and pulled
out the cookies. "Please proceed to the beach. Mind the
sand."
Maria looked at Shannon with disdain and confusion, but her
older cousins
understood. It would be improper to eat cookies in the hallway
with no tables,
and surrounded by such delicate and expensive decorations.
Especially the
painting.
"Maria, why don't we eat someplace other than here?" Jessica
playedinterpreter for Maria, speaking intentionally poor English to
make it easier for
the child to understand. "We can hop in the Bento and drive out
to the beach
for a picnic!"
Maria enthusiastically started running around, her boundless and
primitive
energy enough to make any adult want a nap. "Uu-! Have a picnic,
have a
picnic!! If we can eat cookies, let's go!"
George grimaced. He was the only one old enough to drive, and he
dreaded
taking his grandfather's vintage 84 Bento out to the beach.
Kinzo loved that
car more than any human, and he would notice the slightest
scratch or ding
on it. "Shannon-chan," he muttered unenthusiastically. "Sorry to
bother you,
but could I ask you to get us a blanket to sit on and some
flasks of tea." He
spoke flatly, not asking her to get them, but telling her
to.
