Chapter 1520: with translation of chapter title

NO．135：Aomo's mindset underwent some changes.

GrandGuignol/Grand Guignol/Grand Puppet, also known as the Grand Puppet Theatre, also translated as the Grand Guignol Theatre.

No matter how it is called, it cannot change the name's original sensational impression—bloody, evil.

Simply put, it is a theatre that specializes in gruesome performances.

As early as the Middle Ages, Europeans were already using animal entrails and limbs to simulate the dismemberment needed for the stage. Moreover, the predecessor of the Falu region, France, had once experienced a period called the 'Reign of Terror' (one phase of the French Revolution).

During that period, the guillotine produced a huge number of corpses, so many that they could not be given the respect they deserved at the time.

What does this 'lack of due respect' mean?

It is the concept that allows some corpses, after several twists and turns, to end up in a grotesque comedy theatre, where they are manipulated as large puppets.

Such a historical backdrop laid the bloody foundation for the Grand Guignol stage, and further determined the birth of its name; moreover, the theatre's playwrights often turned contemporary crime news into scripts, staging especially extreme horror scenes of rape, passion killings, infant abuse, and so on.

Ironically, the theatre's performance aim was not simply to make money; under the naturalism prevalent in French aesthetics at the time, the dramas on the Grand Guignol stage consistently explored the taboos of the middle class, intending to expose their hypocrisy and power, while also frequently launching plays that deliberately offended the upper-middle-class authority and their conduct—yet the theatre's main audience remained the middle class and nobility.

They loved that gruesomeness and stimulation, and didn't care about whatever you smuggled in; eventually, after several years of industry upheaval, theatres restricted to certain genres gradually closed, becoming historical remnants—everyone's impression of it was also the clearest, most superficial version:

Horror theatre.

It stood in Paris of the Falu region over a thousand years ago, an unavoidable monument in European horror literature; yet today not even its ruins remain, but its name, its most plain and easy-to-grasp concept, has been inherited by the theatre now standing in the Jiemen district, becoming a holy place in the hearts of many aficionados of the bizarre.

Also precisely because of this, when it suffered a sudden attack on March 25, 613, the theatre building as a whole nearly got taken away together with its security system; although that was not small, it was not exactly a large circle, yet it boiled over.

【Sona, have they not caught the culprit yet?】

【Casualties? How many casualties? Are the teachers alright? I still wanted to experience a castle exploration; is it now going to be cut off?】

【It seems just a postponement; I saw that the contemporaneous Nightmare Shock was only delayed six days, so the damage probably isn't major.】

【According to reports, the branch projected in the Exotic Region was smashed—that's the real disaster zone.】

【Isn't that bad? The Hell-level program server is just the theatre in the Exotic Region.】

【Still okay… Hell-level challenges are originally few, at least I don't dare.】

【I dare! Without a Hell-level drama opening, what hope does this life have!】

Damn it! I'm going to stuff the attacker into the theatre!

【What would it have to become? Hei'an fried chicken battling the old rulers? Is it Hei'an fried chicken? I see others calling it that—why would fried chicken be dark?】

【Damn it, it's Hei'an Zagi, not fried chicken, and can fight Noah Ultraman!】

【Being able to be hit by Noah Ultraman (correctly), the official novel later also came out with Hei'an Lucifer, which would probably be needed to fight Noah, and should also be enough to be smug?】

【Can't we kick out those few chatting about Ultraman? This is the comment section for the theatre disaster notice, right?】

【What's wrong with chatting about Ultraman? The attacker who damaged the theatre is from Ultraman! Don't believe me—go check Wikipedia!】

【Really enough; in the Jiemen district, within two and a half weeks I can see news of monsters and Ultraman—am I actually in the Uma Musume culture district or the Tsuburaya culture district?】

【It could also be in the Toho culture district; who knows, maybe one day we'll see Godzilla.】

【What about that demon dragon from the initial Jidong Cup? It doesn't look like something from Ultraman.】

【

【Sky Knight Zhua Ba! What era is it, still posting this lump of a URL?】

【No, it really is from there.】

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Closing the webpage, returning to the original apology page about the theatre's opening postponement, Aomo Lindun, standing inside the theatre, heard a faint muffled sob.

"Any ideas?" he asked without turning his head to the follower who insistently came along, "Sirius…Miss?"

"I never asked you to revert to your old mode, did I?"

"Indeed, making a unilateral judgement was my mistake; I also thought you would let go of that will after the match, after all you should have noticed your mental state was off."

"Well…after all, I have to keep running," regardless of whether Aomo was looking at me, I crossed my arms, turned my head away, and muttered to Sirius, "No matter what, I have to face Rudolf first before considering corrections and then tallying your crimes."

"I see," Aomo, swiping the screen with one hand, raised his other hand and lightly patted Sirius's head, "Then I'll first thank you for this merciful reprieve."

"Then you certainly should—hey! I still haven't forgiven you for your earlier disappearance mistake!" Having just finished speaking, he belatedly realized, glanced into the distance, and hastily swatted away his casual, perfunctory hand.

Immediately, somewhat nervously, he glanced at the distant female angel approaching.

Black wings, black hair, black halo, plus a pair of black eyes; combined with the theatre that intentionally mimics an old church style yet heavily uses dark red and black stained glass and drapes, it inherently carries an eerie sense of blasphemy.

As for why the verb 'approaching' is used, it's naturally because that female angel is sitting on an intelligent wheelchair.

"Long time no see, you two."

The female angel greeted with a smile, then glanced at the distant entrance where her brother and Nishizaki Yutaka seemed unwilling to come, and asked again, "Will there be any other guests?"

Although I'm sorry, but I really have to answer "it depends on the situation," he said, turning his head to look at Ms. Arturo, and then added, "But may I ask you a question?"

Please go ahead.

Does the Sacota clan perhaps have a tradition of favoring wheelchairs?

Have even angels sat in a wheelchair before you?

No, not at all," Omer replied.

He didn't find it strange that the other party suddenly mentioned Lemure, since he had been the one who first contacted Mr. Federico to notify them.

Given that he contacted them first, it's not surprising that the other side could have an intelligence edge; besides, Lemure and Ms. Arturo are from the same hometown and even work at the same company.

He himself is somewhat well-known in the Gate District; perhaps he's been a topic in Rhodes Island circles, so looking into him wouldn't be hard—indeed, the other side could just ask Mr. Federico directly.

Although one might think that, frankly speaking, based on the hints from his brief interactions with Mr. Federico, the relationship between these two siblings still matches what others in Rhodes Island think: not good, they have little in common, their personalities are very different, and whenever they happen to run into each other, the atmosphere is rather aloof.

Omer thought Mr. Federico probably wouldn't ignore his sister's question, but to give a thorough introduction... given that the other party's mindset is like that of early Bourbon, there are likely many things kept secret.

However, his friendship with Lemure is obviously not something that needs to be kept secret; in fact, anyone who knows about his romantic relationship with Texas would easily notice the others in her small circle, after all, before Omer appeared, the group most closely tied to Texas was the Penguin Logistics small team.

What's more, Omer himself still wears a temporary worker badge from Penguin Logistics.

"I've actually seen her sister, Ms. Lemurean, appear in a wheelchair several times," he said, subtly glancing at the black angel lady, "She, just like you, clearly has no leg ailment."

"Ah? Is her foot okay?"

Sirius expressed surprise, and upon looking at Arturo, he himself had a kind of horse-girl-style bewilderment.

If you have legs, why not use them?

Whether walking or running, you can feel the process of life.

I think Federico probably didn't inform on anyone, right?

Please rest assured, this is just my personal opinion.

Then that's good, but I'm relying solely on this appearance to swap for a few days of vacation and leisure, oh, you two must not let the media hear about this. Arturo smiled and stuck out his tongue.

"Really unexpected," Aomo said, "In what I've heard, you never wanted to restrain the desire to play, and even Doctor Rosha has repeatedly asked you for permission."

And then, of course, there was none.

The music that can lure the deep-seated things within to surge forth wildly is neither good nor bad for many who were once complicated, but it will surely destroy everything present.

This is also exactly why Aomo recommended that Moon Gallop Symbol. alter come here a few days ago.

As for the result…… it is simply the content of the pages he had previously flipped through.

This action directly led to Arturo's sigh: "It's because back then I never imagined I would someday be one of the only three cellists in an entire theater; this playing job is indeed still too tiring."

And happily.

But still, fortunately, you really timely recommended a good listener over, thanks to him I can now actually take a full eleven days off!

Huh?