Facts proved that no one could withstand the corruption of money—not even the dead.
Chloe's yearning for money had already transcended life and death. Perhaps if she died a few more times in the future, she could even earn the achievement of "Nine Deaths, No Regrets."
At the very least, under Theus's intermittent persuasion, Chloe happily continued working overtime after death.
And with tremendous enthusiasm.
Well, to be precise, her "soul energy was overflowing."
Theus had already begun considering whether he should have her guard the treasury in the future. That way, perhaps he could even save on overtime pay.
As he called out to the banshees holding him suspended and prepared to head down, a thought suddenly struck Theus, and he asked Chloe one final question:
[How is my soul energy?]
You have no soul energy.
Theus's eyes widened.
This body of yours is completely empty, like a hollow shell.
Heh heh, I've uncovered your greatest secret, haven't I? Tell me, what kind of monster are you? An Outer God inhabiting a shell? An Old One that survived from ancient times? A deity that escaped the Great Extinction? Hey, don't leave—
Theus ignored her and slid straight down the rope. A single sentence drifted back to her.
"You're overthinking it. I stayed up late working yesterday, so I had no energy this morning."
Theus left, and the writing in the diary gradually faded away, as though nothing had happened.
Chloe, the leader of Moth Chasing Flame, the most dangerous cult on the continent; the cult leader who had led her sect in years of struggle at the Candlelight Society's headquarters as a heretical faith—the Holy See could easily trade her head for the wealth of an entire diocese.
She had died for Castel, sacrificing her life without hesitation.
There