[An evil god has descended.]
[It's on the island.]
Chloe glanced at the window, then looked back at the diary spread open before her.
She held a dip pen in her hand, its sharp nib leaving dark red writing on the page.
[Those cultists actually summoned an evil god so openly. They've got some nerve.]
[If I hadn't covered for them, the Church would have discovered them long ago.]
Chloe let out a soft laugh.
[I just wonder when Nora will return with the people from the Silent Temple. Hopefully, they won't affect our plans.]
After writing that sentence, she stopped her pen and stared at the diary as though waiting for something.
After a while, the dark red writing seemed to fall from the page, vanishing word by word.
The diary quickly became a blank sheet of paper, after which a line of exceptionally neat writing appeared upon it.
She can't come back.
Gently winding a lock of hair around her finger, Chloe nodded thoughtfully.
She picked up the dip pen and placed it against the diary, ready to write. After making two strokes, she found that it left no mark—the ink had run out.
So she lifted the pen, turned the nib around, and without hesitation plunged it into her left eye, twisting it a few times.
When she pulled the pen back out, its nib was already coated in dark red liquid.
The dip pen touched the diary once more.
[Do I need to deal with that evil god?]
No need. The Candlelight Society's ship is about to arrive. Don't create unnecessary complications. Our plan is what matters most.
[All right.]
[The ritual has already been arranged. Now we only need to wait for our god to descend.]
With a snap, Chloe shut the diary. Humming cheerfully,