"November 26th, clear skies, gentle breeze."
"The ritual went smoothly. I digested it thoroughly enough, and my Anchors were exceptionally stable. There were not many difficulties throughout the process."
"I am now a Sequence 1 Angel, the Emperor of Knowledge. From now on, Bernadette no longer needs to worry about the influence of the Hidden Sage. She can continue down this path while abiding by the motto: 'Do as you will, but do no harm!'"
"At the same time, being a Sequence 1 Angel means I can largely resist the gaze and contamination from the Starry Sky. I can head above the Crimson Moon and see what exactly is there."
"Whether Mr. Door is lying or not, everything points to the Crimson Moon being the key to the problem. If I want to become a True God, I must uncover the reason."
"I'll spend another three days preparing, then attempt a lunar landing!"
"This is one small step for me, but one giant leap for humanity! Haha, I didn't say that."
Reading the diary entries on the two pages before him, Sifa unconsciously frowned.
"Up to this point, before the Emperor landed on the moon, he seemed perfectly normal. Every line was filled with optimism and positivity."
"But why did he become hysterical, crazy, and paranoid in the end?"
"Could it have been because of the lunar landing?"
"What did he discover on the moon?"
"This truly counted as a historical mystery."
Sifa slowly drew a breath and returned his attention to Roselle's Diary, turning page after page.
Most of the entries here concerned the Emperor's daily life.
Which madam he had bedded today, which young lady he had taken yesterday, with the occasional passage concerning his daughter Bernadette.
Those passages were the words of an old father looking at