Why Are Closed Room Murders So Beautiful?

Closed-room murders that have mastered puzzle-like circumstances to supremacy reach even the level of art.
Detectives probably admire that sublimity.
And so they are permitted to observe closely.
This is certainly the greatest joy of closed-room murders.
Detectives with good perception may doubt my work but, the closed room is perfect.
There exists nothing to relate me to it.**

(**TL Note: This is literally what she’s saying, but I don’t quite understand the meaning.)

However needless to say, closed room murders are inferior to undetected murders.
Closed room murders are visited by detectives, and are challenged.
Even though to me it is a perfect closed-room murder, should a detective’s genius exceed my own, there are cases where that perfection is solved, and it collapses.
And yet, undiscovered murders are not visited by detectives. Because no one challenges them, they do not collapse.
…That is at a single glance, what seems to be the highest peak of “Murder Art”. (“Art of Murder”)

“Murder Art” is actually a phrase that can properly be said, I think.
Art is a level first reached when something is shown to people and they accept the value of it.
No matter how great a work, if criticism is feared and it is not announced, that work is absolutely not art.

If that is something that can also be said of murder art.
The event coming to light is absolute, so undetected is already out of the question.

Murders, must come to light.

Nevertheless, if a crime is impossible for anyone to commit, great admiration and the beauty of a closed room troubles the mind.
A right to challenge exists for them, and in spite of the possibility of making the closed room collapse having been given, they are frustrated.**
So they probably all say it.
That, “This kind of closed room is impossible for a human.”
At that time, for an instant, my existance as a being higher than humans is recognized by them.

(**TL Note: I’m a little unsure of this line)

The necessary method for making them recognize me as a witch is such that without fear, there is also no coercion.
That is only “beauty” “sublimity”.
With closed room murders whose sublimity has mastered the highest peak of murder art, only when they feel it in the depths of their hearts, will they recognize me as a witch.

So I decorate the murders beautifully, and so they are brought to light.
According to murder art, to make them recognize me as a witch.

The curtain on this murder play has only just opened.
Dear readers, you probably will absolutely not recognize the murders from this point on as crimes of a witch.
You will probably come to decide that they are definitely the act of a human.

…. kukkukkukku!
Unwillingly and disrespectfully that’s what eeveryone says! kukkukukukuku!
Things like, definitely will not yield, definitely will try to reason.
All saying valiant things.
I’m actually glad, how pleasant!
Such fellows rolling about, fainting in agony, attempting self-defense until the very end, all giving excuses, listening to that is something I’m really looking forward to…!

Anyhow, things like that there must be a hidden door somewhere, that there’s a duplicate master key no one knows about.
Crush them.
That this murder play is “Serious Mystery”, can’t I promise??
Give it up.
This murder play is “After All Fantasy”!

Your game of playing detective is nothing more than a waste of time!

And yet still, even though I am before your eyes still, you advocates of human supremacy who are able to assert that this murder play is a mystery, welcome to my banquet!
To those human supremacy advocates who explain everything using humans and tricks, without being able to show respect to the multitude of existance of all miracles and noble beings that are non-human in this world, I heartfeltly welcome you!

When will you pledge to lick my shoes!
To have yielded so easily is boring.
Until the very end, you who will cling to the tiniest thing that makes it a mystery, in the sea of the beautiful murder art, will be made to nearly drown and suffer, and at that end of the end, I will make you lick my shoes!

Welcome, to my banquet.
The Golden Witch Beatrice welcomes you!

Ah, by the way, do you have a favorite color?
I’ll receive you in a dress and shoes of that color.

To be made to choose the color of the shoes you lick, don’t you think that’s a stylish arrangement?

!Kukkukukukuhhyahhyahahahaha…!!!

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