"Very well."
Klein nodded calmly and had the two people present conjure the corresponding sheets of parchment.
Luther wants to thank me for helping him as the Sea God... Actually, I'd rather you gave me cash... But Mr. Fool can't directly ask for something as vulgar as money...
He sighed inwardly and picked up the diary pages Luther had offered, expecting little.
The first page read, "March 6. Damn it, the food here is practically giving me constipation!"
5"
Behind the gray fog, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly.
Sure enough, the diary pages Luther provided were nowhere near the quality of Queen Mystic's. He had already read some of them, and the rest offered little value. They either contained knowledge he already possessed or recounted Roselle's life among the nobility in his youth.
Sigh, I'd better look at the ones Bernadette provided...
Without betraying anything, he set down those sheets of parchment and picked up the two diary pages Bernadette had provided. Yet after just one glance, Klein's pupils abruptly contracted.
There were only two short sentences on the parchment. "December 29. Another new year is almost upon us.
"All the mausoleums have been built. There's no turning back now."
Mausoleums... No turning back...
As Klein read the two short lines on the page, thoughts churned relentlessly in his mind.
His earlier speculation had indeed been correct—late in life, Roselle had made a difficult choice. He had intended to forcibly switch to the Black Emperor pathway and become a Sequence 0 true god at the cost of going half-mad!
That was why he had insisted on declaring himself emperor, establishing his own order, and mobilizing the resources of the entire nation to complete his ritual.
But why had Roselle been so determined to advance at any cost, to