Within Beatrice's dwelling, everyone gradually began sitting in a circle with a gap in it... Luo Qiu's voice seemed to carry some strange magic.
Yet he was only speaking as usual. Somehow, however, images seemed to slowly unfold before both sides' eyes... the people who had once lived in this deep pit of corpses, and their past.
The girl nestled beside Norman unconsciously hugged her knees and rested her chin on them. Her eyes did not blink as she seemed to be drawn into the contents of this handwritten diary.
The writing in this nameless beast-hide journal was very small, so he had to run his finger along it line by line to keep from losing his place... Perhaps when the diary's owner had written these words, he had been lying before the Oil Lamp, careful and extremely fond of what he was writing.
His voice was like a mountain spring flowing through a ravine, tinkling, tinkling.
"Day eight hundred and twenty. Something wonderful happened. This was the first time Beatrice and I did something we had never tried before. I don't know why we did it. It... seemed almost instinctive. I had never even learned about these things. Even at the farm, no one had ever taught us about them. But somehow, I kissed Beatrice on the lips. The sensation of my heart pounding felt wonderful, and my blood seemed to be boiling madly... I knew Beatrice felt the same way. I tried to remove her clothes, and I could even feel my hands trembling..."
His voice suddenly stopped... When everyone looked over because the story had been interrupted, Boss Luo blinked and said, "Hmm... why don't we skip this part?"
"Keep going, keep going!" Witch Miss urged him on instinctively.
"Hmm... I don't mind." Golden Dragon spoke indifferently...