Project Umbrella Translation
PATRICK'S MEMOIRS 3
I have been in Master Oswell's service for many years, but this time I am no longer sure of his real intentions.
Up until now, Master Oswell has cut off all contact with the outside world and taken scrupulous care to keep his whereabouts a secret.
However, Master Oswell has instructed me to inform a certain man of his whereabouts, or rather, to make sure the information reaches his ears without him realizing it was intentionally passed on.
That man's name is "Albert Wesker."
I wondered how long it had been since I first heard that name.
I have met him only once. That must have been more than ten years ago.
It is my duty as a butler to remember people's faces, but I'm ashamed to say that I can't clearly recall his.
Those eyes of his are why.
Eyes that transfixed my own, from which no warmth could be felt, and made any other impressions vague.
In any event, I first decided to entrust the information to a certain man so that things would proceed as Master Oswell intended.
Although he is a cheap thug who talks big about being an informant, he is someone who will feed the information as I wish in exchange for a fee, and above all else, he will bluff his way out of any enquiries.
Most importantly however is the fact that he happens to be one informant of a female spy in Wesker's employ.
As long as I give that man (Roberto or Ricardo... some name like that) sufficient compensation and pass on the bare minimum information he needs, the result will be exactly what I want.
I think I handled my duty perfectly.
But something most puzzling came after that.
Master Oswell granted me leave.
But why?
For the first time ever, I asked Master Oswell about his intentions.
But he would not answer me.
That signaled the end, delivered without a sound.
Serving Master Oswell and the Spencer Family has been my life.
And now the curtain has been quietly drawn.
The only ones to remain will be those SPs whom Master Oswell has never trusted, and those people locked up underground.
I do not think those men will be able to take satisfactory care of Master Oswell.
Does Master Oswell know he's going to die... No, that cannot be it.
That cannnot happen to Master Oswell.
He is not the kind of man who would be willing to die mid-journey.
I am positive that he has some grand and profound vision that I cannot even begin to imagine.
At any rate, true loyalty now would be to do as Master Oswell commands and leave the stage, as Master Oswell intends. That is what I can only assume.
(There's one more file. Looks like a list of names of people used in an experiment...)
001: Hans
002: Felicia
003: Mark
004: Jonah
005: Irma
006: Ken
007: Laura
008: William
009: Hiro
010: Derek
011: Miles
012: Alex
013: Albert
The above thirteen are the prime candidates.
I have been in Master Oswell's service for many years, but this time I am no longer sure of his real intentions.
Up until now, Master Oswell has cut off all contact with the outside world and taken scrupulous care to keep his whereabouts a secret.
However, Master Oswell has instructed me to inform a certain man of his whereabouts, or rather, to make sure the information reaches his ears without him realizing it was intentionally passed on.
That man's name is "Albert Wesker."
I wondered how long it had been since I first heard that name.
I have met him only once. That must have been more than ten years ago.
It is my duty as a butler to remember people's faces, but I'm ashamed to say that I can't clearly recall his.
Those eyes of his are why.
Eyes that transfixed my own, from which no warmth could be felt, and made any other impressions vague.
In any event, I first decided to entrust the information to a certain man so that things would proceed as Master Oswell intended.
Although he is a cheap thug who talks big about being an informant, he is someone who will feed the information as I wish in exchange for a fee, and above all else, he will bluff his way out of any enquiries.
Most importantly however is the fact that he happens to be one informant of a female spy in Wesker's employ.
As long as I give that man (Roberto or Ricardo... some name like that) sufficient compensation and pass on the bare minimum information he needs, the result will be exactly what I want.
I think I handled my duty perfectly.
But something most puzzling came after that.
Master Oswell granted me leave.
But why?
For the first time ever, I asked Master Oswell about his intentions.
But he would not answer me.
That signaled the end, delivered without a sound.
Serving Master Oswell and the Spencer Family has been my life.
And now the curtain has been quietly drawn.
The only ones to remain will be those SPs whom Master Oswell has never trusted, and those people locked up underground.
I do not think those men will be able to take satisfactory care of Master Oswell.
Does Master Oswell know he's going to die... No, that cannot be it.
That cannnot happen to Master Oswell.
He is not the kind of man who would be willing to die mid-journey.
I am positive that he has some grand and profound vision that I cannot even begin to imagine.
At any rate, true loyalty now would be to do as Master Oswell commands and leave the stage, as Master Oswell intends. That is what I can only assume.
(There's one more file. Looks like a list of names of people used in an experiment...)
001: Hans
002: Felicia
003: Mark
004: Jonah
005: Irma
006: Ken
007: Laura
008: William
009: Hiro
010: Derek
011: Miles
012: Alex
013: Albert
The above thirteen are the prime candidates.
Official Japanese Transcript
パトリックの手記３
長年オズウェル様に仕えてきた私だが、今度ばかりはその真意を図りかねている。
これまでオズウェル様は、外界との接触を断ち、自らの居場所も細心の注意をもって秘密とされてきた。
だがオズウェル様は、自らの居場所をある男に伝えるよう、いやその情報が意図的に流されたものと悟られることなく、その男の耳に届くようにと私に指示を下された。
その男の名は「アルバート・ウェスカー」。
この名前を耳にするのは、いつ振りだろうか。
一度だけ会ったことがある。もう１０年以上前のことだろうか。
人の顔を覚えるのも執事の仕事ではあるが、恥ずかしながら顔をはっきりと思い出すことができない。
理由は、あの目だ。
あの硬く湿度の感じられない目が私の視線を釘付けにし、その他の印象をおぼろげなものにしている。
とにかく私は、オズウェル様の意図通りにことが進むよう、まずはある男に情報を託すことにした。
情報屋とうそぶくケチなチンピラだが、謝礼次第でこちらの意図通りに情報を流してくれるし、何よりもハッタリがきく男だ。
そして何よりも重要なのが、ウェスカーの部下であるあの女スパイが情報屋の一人として使っているという事実である。
あの男（たしかリカルドかロベルト...そんな名前だ）に十分な謝礼と必要最低限の情報を渡しておけば、結果はおのずと望む通りとなるだろう。
私は自らの役目を完璧にこなしたと考えられる。
だが、一番不可解な事態はその後に訪れた。
オズウェル様は私にお暇を出された。
どうしてだ。
私は始めて、オズウェル様にその意図を問いただした。
だが、それに答えてはくださらなかった。
それが音もなくあげられた終焉の合図だった。
スペンサー家、そしてオズウェル様に仕えることこそが私の人生だった。
そして、それは今静かに幕を閉じた。
後に残るのは、オズウェル様が決して心を許しておらぬＳＰたちと、地下に閉じ込められたあの者たちだけだ。
奴らがオズウェル様の満足なお世話をできるとは思えない。
まさか、オズウェル様は自分の死期を...いや、それはない。
オズウェル様に限って、それだけは。
道半ばで死を覚悟される方ではない。
きっと、私などが思いもつかぬ壮大かつ深遠なお考えをお持ちなのだろう。
ともかく、今はオズウェル様の意思に従い舞台を下りるのが、真の忠義というものだろう。そう思うしかない。
（もう一つファイルがある。実験に使われた人名のリストのようだ...）
００１：ハンス
００２：フェリシア
００３：マルコ
００４：ヨナ
００５：イルマ
００６：ケン
００７：ローラ
００８：ウィリアム
００９：ヒロ
０１０：デレク
０１１：マイルズ
０１２：アレックス
０１３：アルバート
以上１３名を第一候補とする。
長年オズウェル様に仕えてきた私だが、今度ばかりはその真意を図りかねている。
これまでオズウェル様は、外界との接触を断ち、自らの居場所も細心の注意をもって秘密とされてきた。
だがオズウェル様は、自らの居場所をある男に伝えるよう、いやその情報が意図的に流されたものと悟られることなく、その男の耳に届くようにと私に指示を下された。
その男の名は「アルバート・ウェスカー」。
この名前を耳にするのは、いつ振りだろうか。
一度だけ会ったことがある。もう１０年以上前のことだろうか。
人の顔を覚えるのも執事の仕事ではあるが、恥ずかしながら顔をはっきりと思い出すことができない。
理由は、あの目だ。
あの硬く湿度の感じられない目が私の視線を釘付けにし、その他の印象をおぼろげなものにしている。
とにかく私は、オズウェル様の意図通りにことが進むよう、まずはある男に情報を託すことにした。
情報屋とうそぶくケチなチンピラだが、謝礼次第でこちらの意図通りに情報を流してくれるし、何よりもハッタリがきく男だ。
そして何よりも重要なのが、ウェスカーの部下であるあの女スパイが情報屋の一人として使っているという事実である。
あの男（たしかリカルドかロベルト...そんな名前だ）に十分な謝礼と必要最低限の情報を渡しておけば、結果はおのずと望む通りとなるだろう。
私は自らの役目を完璧にこなしたと考えられる。
だが、一番不可解な事態はその後に訪れた。
オズウェル様は私にお暇を出された。
どうしてだ。
私は始めて、オズウェル様にその意図を問いただした。
だが、それに答えてはくださらなかった。
それが音もなくあげられた終焉の合図だった。
スペンサー家、そしてオズウェル様に仕えることこそが私の人生だった。
そして、それは今静かに幕を閉じた。
後に残るのは、オズウェル様が決して心を許しておらぬＳＰたちと、地下に閉じ込められたあの者たちだけだ。
奴らがオズウェル様の満足なお世話をできるとは思えない。
まさか、オズウェル様は自分の死期を...いや、それはない。
オズウェル様に限って、それだけは。
道半ばで死を覚悟される方ではない。
きっと、私などが思いもつかぬ壮大かつ深遠なお考えをお持ちなのだろう。
ともかく、今はオズウェル様の意思に従い舞台を下りるのが、真の忠義というものだろう。そう思うしかない。
（もう一つファイルがある。実験に使われた人名のリストのようだ...）
００１：ハンス
００２：フェリシア
００３：マルコ
００４：ヨナ
００５：イルマ
００６：ケン
００７：ローラ
００８：ウィリアム
００９：ヒロ
０１０：デレク
０１１：マイルズ
０１２：アレックス
０１３：アルバート
以上１３名を第一候補とする。
Official English Transcript
"Due to errors or changes in localization, the following may contain inconsistencies with the official Japanese text."
PATRICK'S MEMOIRS 3
I have been in Master Spencer's employ for the majority of my adult life. As of late, however, I find his actions to be inscrutable. For example, he has taken every possible precaution to conceal his whereabouts from the outside world. For what reason, I do not know.
Then one day he asks me to find a certain man and make him aware of the master’s whereabouts. I do not know why he would go to such lengths to contact this man, but perhaps he wanted to see if someone could find him.
The man in question is one Mr. Albert Wesker, a name I have not heard in a quite a long time. I only met him once, and that was over ten years ago.
I am ashamed to admit that I cannot recall his face, because as head butler, it is my job to remember people. The reason, I believe, is because of his eyes – those cold, unfeeling eyes that completely overshadowed his other features. At any rate, I have endeavored to get the information into Wesker’s hands without letting on that it was Master Spencer’s desire that he have that information.
I know of a certain unscrupulous individual who could put the information on the streets, for the right price. He is the kind that does not care who he talks to. What made the individual I found of such importance is that he is in the employ of a female spy who has regular dealings with Wesker.
I paid this man (I forget if his name was Roberto or Ricardo) more than he deserved and gave him the bare minimum of information necessary to fulfill Master Spencer’s wishes.
I dutifully carried out Master Spencer’s directions to the letter. It was at this point that the situation took an even more cryptic turn.
The master, he let me go, but I do not l know why. I asked him for a reason – the only time I have ever questioned him – but he responded with only silence.
I do not know what to do now. I am filled with a sense of loss. Everything I have ever known is gone. I dedicated my entire life to serving the Spencer household, and now that book has been forcibly closed for no apparent reason.
The only ones who remain will be these untrustworthy security guards and the people imprisoned below the premises. I truly doubt the guards’ ability to attend to all of Master Spencer’s needs.
Could it be that he plans on dying? No! He is not that type of man. He would not want to leave all his affairs in such an unfinished state.
Master Spencer must have some grand machinations at work that are beyond my ability to comprehend.
At any rate, I can only obey his wishes and take my leave. I will be loyal until the end, even if it breaks my heart to do so.
(There’s another file here. It looks to be a list of test subjects.)
Test Subjects
001: Hans
002: Felicia
003: Marco
004: Jonah
005: Irma
006: Ken
007: Laura
008: William
009: Hiro
010: Derek
011: Miles
012: Alex
013: Albert
The number of candidates has been limited to the 13 individuals listed above.
PATRICK'S MEMOIRS 3
I have been in Master Spencer's employ for the majority of my adult life. As of late, however, I find his actions to be inscrutable. For example, he has taken every possible precaution to conceal his whereabouts from the outside world. For what reason, I do not know.
Then one day he asks me to find a certain man and make him aware of the master’s whereabouts. I do not know why he would go to such lengths to contact this man, but perhaps he wanted to see if someone could find him.
The man in question is one Mr. Albert Wesker, a name I have not heard in a quite a long time. I only met him once, and that was over ten years ago.
I am ashamed to admit that I cannot recall his face, because as head butler, it is my job to remember people. The reason, I believe, is because of his eyes – those cold, unfeeling eyes that completely overshadowed his other features. At any rate, I have endeavored to get the information into Wesker’s hands without letting on that it was Master Spencer’s desire that he have that information.
I know of a certain unscrupulous individual who could put the information on the streets, for the right price. He is the kind that does not care who he talks to. What made the individual I found of such importance is that he is in the employ of a female spy who has regular dealings with Wesker.
I paid this man (I forget if his name was Roberto or Ricardo) more than he deserved and gave him the bare minimum of information necessary to fulfill Master Spencer’s wishes.
I dutifully carried out Master Spencer’s directions to the letter. It was at this point that the situation took an even more cryptic turn.
The master, he let me go, but I do not l know why. I asked him for a reason – the only time I have ever questioned him – but he responded with only silence.
I do not know what to do now. I am filled with a sense of loss. Everything I have ever known is gone. I dedicated my entire life to serving the Spencer household, and now that book has been forcibly closed for no apparent reason.
The only ones who remain will be these untrustworthy security guards and the people imprisoned below the premises. I truly doubt the guards’ ability to attend to all of Master Spencer’s needs.
Could it be that he plans on dying? No! He is not that type of man. He would not want to leave all his affairs in such an unfinished state.
Master Spencer must have some grand machinations at work that are beyond my ability to comprehend.
At any rate, I can only obey his wishes and take my leave. I will be loyal until the end, even if it breaks my heart to do so.
(There’s another file here. It looks to be a list of test subjects.)
Test Subjects
001: Hans
002: Felicia
003: Marco
004: Jonah
005: Irma
006: Ken
007: Laura
008: William
009: Hiro
010: Derek
011: Miles
012: Alex
013: Albert
The number of candidates has been limited to the 13 individuals listed above.