Lilith gave a soft snort, feigning seriousness. "Mr. Fool hasn't read them yet. How could you destroy the diary, Mr. Emperor? Please remember your position."
Roselle froze. "What position?"
The moment he said it, he remembered that he had agreed to attend Klein's Tarot Club gathering to show his support and help bolster his standing. His behavior just now did seem a little inappropriate-it rather made it look as though becoming a god had gone to Old Huang's head, and he no longer thought anything of his fellow countryman.
"Ahem."
At that thought, he coughed. "Well, Mr. Fool..."
Klein glanced at the first few pages of the diary in his hand, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly. Oh, Emperor, your diary never fails to change what I think I know about you.
Bernadette immediately caught his reaction and spoke up. "Mr. Fool, what would I need to pay to learn the contents of those diary pages?"
Roselle's head rang, and he hurriedly said, "There's nothing worth reading. Really, Beibei, it's just some boring stuff."
Bernadette said flatly, "Such as how the taste of a Demoness isn't bad?"
"I... don't know what you're talking about."
"Ahem!"
Klein coughed, then said in an airy tone, "All right, Miss Strength. If you really are interested in those diary pages, you can speak to me privately after we finish. Let's leave the matter of the diary there for now."
Roselle glared at him in fury. Fine, fine, fine. You're doing this on purpose. Trying to threaten me, are you?
Klein continued, "Emperor, stop amusing yourself at these juniors' expense."
Emperor?
What Emperor?
Everyone froze.
Klein continued with a smile, "I imagine you must all be curious about why I suddenly stopped asking you to collect Roselle's diary. It isn't that I suddenly lost