[At last, the mist of the Twilight Forest had a clear explanation.
It was like an exam question. Just as you tried to pick an answer from options such as magical contamination or hallucinogenic plants,
the examiner told you there had been a printing error. It was actually a short-answer question—
Demon Realm.
That was the correct answer.]
Lilith stepped out of the coffin. A slender calf showed beneath her black, knee-length skirt, her black stockings tucked into low-heeled leather boots. Her footsteps tapped as she came two paces closer.
Her blood-red eyes were clear yet fathomless, faintly reflecting the tip of Tang Qi's pen. His handwriting was a little messy, but still legible enough.
She picked up her own notebook and wrote a sentence:
"What have you been writing all this time?"
Very few people visited this tomb. It had been a long time since she had spoken to anyone.
Sometimes, she even felt that her thoughts were clearer when she wrote.
After years without opening her mouth, she had simply stopped bothering to speak.
Tang Qi looked up, wondering whether taking some of the crimson from her eyes or the blood-red color of her lips and spreading it across her deathly pale cheeks might make her more appealing by human standards.
Yet that inhuman pallor did give her a distinct quality.
"A diary. It'll probably go into the appendix of the Twilight Forest Guide later."
Before him was a vampire. Her account also made it clear that her aesthetic tastes and understanding of the world were already set, fundamentally different from those of normal people.
Had it been anyone else bearing the twin labels of [Vampire] and [Dark Lord], Tang Qi would never have been this relaxed to begin with.
Unfortunately, once he had guessed that her pen