Chapter 133: Grayish-White Fog

Chapter 133: Grayish-White Fog

Amid Miss Justice’s greeting, The Hermit Cattleya maintained the same cool, detached posture as before. She did not involve herself too deeply, as though she still remained an outsider to this gathering.

She watched Miss Justice and Miss Magician each take out Roselle diary pages, paying off the debts they had previously owed. Then, as though afraid to look straight at him, she cautiously glanced at Mr. Fool, only to find that she still could not see anything more through that strange gray fog. Reflected in her dark-purple eyes were only garments that were clearly materialized.

Holding the three pages of Roselle’s diary, Klein did not read them impatiently as he usually did. After all, he had already touched and used a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, had seen what the Uniqueness of a Beyonder pathway looked like, and had even effectively intimidated that divine artifact. He believed that no matter what Emperor Roselle wrote next, it would be difficult to shock him too much.

“Unless he received a ‘Demoness blessing’ from some powerhouse with unique abilities and briefly became a woman…” Klein joked inwardly, then looked around the bronze long table with interest.

Huh. Madam Hermit’s curiosity is somewhat different from Miss Justice and the others’. She seems to place special importance on Roselle’s diary… Klein withdrew his gaze and silently noted that discovery. Then, with a casual posture, he began reading the yellowish-brown parchment in his hand:

“April 22. We are preparing to enter that place and explore the Abyss.”

“April 23. We followed the pitch-black ocean, passed through fog like liquid, and arrived at that mountain peak, which seemed like a monster. Behind it lay endless black fog, as though it covered an entire continent.

“However, if one looks toward the bottom of the mountain, one feels that there is no end, no limit. At the time, I joked to Edwards that if I jumped off the cliff here to commit suicide, perhaps I would never hit the ground and would instead fall forever.”

Upon reading this, Klein nearly raised an eyebrow. He found it hard to believe that, after seeing the Abyss, Roselle had dared to organize his knights and sailors to explore the border region.

“Was he not afraid of death? According to rumors, that is a place that corrodes everything and causes every living creature to fall! At this stage, Roselle definitely had not reached Sequence 4. He was not a demigod. At most, he was Sequence 5, and maybe not even that… If it were me, I would definitely turn the ship around immediately and report it to the Church…” In that instant, Klein once again deeply understood how enormous the difference between himself and Roselle was.

In addition, Roselle’s description of the Abyss’s border reminded Klein of the mysterious stone door in Amon’s mausoleum. After it was touched by the “doll” of Archbishop Horamick of the Church of Steam and Machinery, it had revealed a similar scene.

I wonder what Roselle discovered there… At least he did not die during that exploration. He lived quite colorfully afterward… Klein lowered his gaze and continued reading the rest of the diary page:

“April 24. We descended along the mountain peak, attempting to go deeper.

“The thick black fog was cold and greasy, as though it could soak through flesh, blood, and soul. Haha, fortunately, certain items aboard the Dark Throne could effectively resist this corrosion. Otherwise, I suspect I and my Apocalypse Knights would all have turned into members of Farron’s awkward dance troupe. (Note 1)

“It was very quiet here. We discovered nothing.”

“April 25. We saw demons. However, only their rotting corpses remained.

“Behind jagged black rocks, beneath sludge that could hardly be called roads, and in all kinds of normal or unimaginable places, different demon corpses lay scattered.

“They seemed to have suffered the same death at the exact same instant.”

“April 26. Corpses or silence. There is never any end…