It’s a pity, if she were a few years older, I wouldn’t mind letting her take care of some of the normal physiological needs of our team.
Malin looked down at the half of the head and thought to himself, what’s the deal with you, but after thinking about it... it’s probably just the world’s fault, this damn world, where it’s not unusual for a fourteen-year-old girl to be a mother.
Turning the page—really, I once again confirmed my thoughts from yesterday, Wasp isn’t just skinny, she’s downright skin and bones. Despite being so small, she tries so hard just to earn five dollars from me, which gave me a sense of guilt for the first time. Goddess have mercy, maybe I should go and make a confession for atonement.
Malin’s mouth twitched, and the half head, wrapped in spiritual energy, shot out from the tent and splattered against the wall.
Letting out a breath, Malin sighed once more—this damn world, these damn bastards.
Turning another page—today, we finished dealing with the traps in the tomb chamber. One can only say that the folks from the second era were really amazing, with such intricate traps and such refined instruments, things we had never seen before. But then again, that coffin was fantastic, the buried had a set of pure silk funerary clothing. If I could have such a coffin and set of clothes after death, my descendants could probably boast about it for an era.
...Forget about your pitiful dreams, Professor, do you know you’re disgracing the intellectuals?
Malin spat and then turned the page.
It rained today, we raised the entrance and draped over waterproof tarps, took a day of rest. By evening, completely exhausted, I thought about going through with the atonement prayer again. I didn’t want to, but I hadn’t considered the courage of that child who fearlessly tried to earn money... I’m now starting to dislike myself a bit, ha, men, only after the fact do they behave like humans, while at all other times, they’re forever beasts.
Malin turned his head, the flesh on the wall spontaneously combusted and then turned into a black ash.
Turning back, Malin turned another page.
It was also the last page.
Today, I heard a crying sound, very faint, which made me think for a moment that we had encountered something bad, but the Chaos detector showed no problems, the supporting clergy from the Church of Justice who came along said they could not hear any singing, and the clergy from the Church of the War God even looked at me with doubtful eyes, a true affront to me.
I don’t understand the song, but it sounds very beautiful; I don’t understand it, but... it’s surprisingly pleasant.
Goddess have mercy, help me through this difficulty.
The diary ends here, but for Malin, it’s very important information.
He can now hear the duet of two girls, which must be that Wasp girl and some suspected Evil God entity. It’s quite normal for Wasp to be possessed; she’s a pitiful and helpless child who is willing to strive for the money to buy bread. Such a good child, if she were in Carterburg, Malin would definitely not let her fall into this predicament.
Alas, at this very moment, with both human and financial resources at their limits, Malin once again deeply realized his shortcomings.
This Evil God is related to insects... He was just thinking this when he suddenly heard a new song—this time, he understood the lyrics.
Beneath the Holy Nest, kin’s advice rings clear, little Mira ventures out, encounters a handsome man above ground, Mira likes him.
What is the Holy Nest?
With this thought, Malin grabbed the stone and asked the Bishops on the other end about it.
Soon, information surged into Malin’s mind.
I am Rahabreia, child, you want to know about the Holy Nest, right? If there is anything in this world called the Holy Nest, it might well be the Insectoids’ Holy Nest in Innsmouth.
That’s a myth from the second era, kid. Back then, this world still had Insectoids, legends say they were alchemical life forms crafted by the predecessors from the first era, even before the Great Destruction Era. They could merge with humankind, becoming their spear and shield, though these are all just stories; nobody has ever seen them.
As the second era came to its end, the Insectoids retreated underground. They built a nest, which housed quite a number of humans and other races.
After the end of the second era, the survivors among humans and other races left the Holy Nest, and then no one knew where it was anymore.
Only the ancient history books in the Church have stories about it, regular members of the Church don’t even know these, child, where did you hear about this Holy Nest?
Malin thought and decided to tell the truth.
I heard the word from whispers that rang out next to my ear.
There was silence on the other side for a while, Malin rolled his eyes and decided to leave—knowing this information was enough. He decided to go down and confront the two girls directly.
There certainly is a presence of Chaos here, but the concentration is far from dangerous.
And there is nothing maddening in the singing, so Malin prepared to face them directly, to understand why this child from the Holy Nest would turn an entire city into a giant mortuary furnace.
Bishop Rahabreia said, the Insectoids of the Holy Nest could become the human’s spear and shield, but now the situation is that the Insectoids have turned into human coffins, like sad vessels that can walk on their own.