"Roselle, you sly old bastard, I'll accept this favor!"
Though it looked like a complete sentence, Klein keenly noticed a problem with the writing. Senior Perrdax's handwriting was far neater than Roselle's, and his phrasing also conformed much more closely to Chinese conventions, such as consistently leaving two spaces at the start of every paragraph.
Yet this diary entry began without an indent.
It immediately reminded Klein of the fragmented entries he had encountered before.
Without a doubt, this page followed another diary entry that had not been finished.
Klein narrowed his eyes, feeling somewhat helpless, but continued reading—
"Repaying kindness and avenging grudges have always been my guiding principles. Since I owe someone a favor, I must repay it! Bernadette probably doesn't need my help. Bornova has already become an Angel of the Machinery Church, and I have no ability to correct the problem of his divinity outweighing his humanity. As for Roselle's second son's descendants, I don't even know how many children that fellow named Ciel had..."
"..." Looking at the content that began and ended so abruptly, Klein roughly formed a guess. Without question, this senior had discovered an important secret through Roselle's diary or some other legacy, and felt that he owed Roselle a favor and wanted to repay it somehow, yet seemed unable to find a way to do so.
"I wonder what level this senior was at when he wrote this diary entry. If his level was low, perhaps it was merely some mystical knowledge. But if he had already become a Saint..."
Klein considered everything this senior had displayed in his previous diary entries. What had he obtained from Roselle for even such a carefree person to admit he owed a favor?
His gaze moved downward, and new content entered his view—
"After