Chapter 11: The Princess’s Diary

The reconstruction of Salna Village was completed a week later.

The villagers had also learned about Violet, but she wasn’t like those high and mighty divine envoys.

Instead, she was more like an approachable little girl.

It was just that her taste in pets was a bit strange; she was actually raising a one-eyed octopus.

However, that octopus was quite human-like, and even proactively helped them repair their houses.

A thumb-sized tentacle could lift a huge log that required two strong men to move, making people marvel at the “great power of the gods.”

Although Violet had mentioned more than once that the god she believed in was an Evil God, some villagers still entered the church with a “let’s give it a try” attitude.

Thus, Nastasia gained her first batch of followers, and the number was still growing.

At this moment, the weather was perfect, and the crisp chirping of birds intertwined with the calls of the villagers.

Violet propped her head with her hand, sitting at her desk and teasing the Evil God.

“My kin, stop messing around! I just dipped my pen in ink!”

Nastasia was holding a quill pen with one tentacle, while the rest were busy fending off Violet’s harassment.

Beside Her were the ink and paper they had specifically asked Old Qien for.

Violet felt the softness from her fingertips, her voice clearly filled with grievance, but the corner of her eye held an unconcealable smile:

“Not at all. Am I not teaching you how to write? Look, you wrote another character wrong.”

“R-Really?”

Nastasia’s movements hesitated.

Before She could make up her mind, the pen she had been holding for a long time dripped ink.

The ink fell onto the parchment, smudging the two characters She had painstakingly written into a black mess.

“My diary!!!”

Nastasia’s tragic wail echoed through the small house.

She threw the quill pen aside and began to crawl ominously on the desk.

Violet’s eye twitched as she saw the ink bottle on the verge of being knocked over.

She quickly reached out to steady the bottle.

But she didn’t notice that her hand was still entangled with Nastasia’s, and the two of them instantly made a mess of the desktop.

A long while later, Violet, her face dark, wiped the ink stains from her face with a tissue.

Nastasia, embarrassed, curled up on the desk.

The once clean and tidy desktop was now covered in flowing ink.

Seeing Violet’s movements stop, She quickly crawled to her side and timidly extended a tentacle, wanting to grab her wrist.

“M-My kin?”

Violet turned her face away, leaving Nastasia with a cold back.

“Don’t make a sound, I want to be quiet…”

“My kin, I… I can turn into Jingjing’s appearance, do you want to think of me?”

“…”

Seeing that Violet still had no intention of responding, Nastasia could only silently crawl back onto the desk.

She extended a tentacle glowing with black light and gently brushed it across the desktop.

In an instant, the messy ink stains disappeared without a trace, as if they had been erased.

After doing all this, Nastasia lay quietly on the desk, the quill pen once again coiled in her tentacle.

This time, She wrote very slowly and seriously.

Although the handwriting was still crooked, one could at least make out the rudimentary form of the characters.

When Violet turned around, Nastasia had already finished two lines.

Upon seeing her gaze, the Evil God immediately held up the parchment and presented it to Violet like a treasure.

“My kin, look! Is it okay this time?”

Violet watched as the still-wet ink on the characters in front of her began to run.

Before she could even decipher what Her had written, the paper had once again become a blurry mess.

Helpless, she could only let out a long sigh and ask the question she had repeated countless times over the past few days:

“Why do you insist on writing a diary?”

Nastasia scratched her head with a tentacle.

This time, She didn’t prevaricate, but whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz:

“Because… because I want to remember my kin…”

“Because of what?”

Clearly, Violet hadn’t heard clearly.

“Oh, my kin, just don’t ask!”

Nastasia wriggled Her tentacles, turning away as if shy.

The already smudged paper was carefully rolled up by Her and tucked away as if it were a precious treasure.

Looking at Her appearance, Violet suppressed the urge to continue asking and instead opened a drawer, taking out a bound book from inside.

The moment She saw the book, Nastasia’s eyes lit up, and She climbed up Violet’s arm to her shoulder.

Violet turned her head and saw Her staring at the diary in her hand with wide, unblinking eyes.

‘It feels a bit strange to be watched while writing a diary.’

She thought to herself, but didn’t shoo Nastasia away, letting Her stare just like that.

Unexpectedly, Nastasia was not satisfied and pushed her luck.

Violet felt a tentacle gently tugging at her earlobe, and a voice floated in:

“My kin, this time, can you tell me what you’re going to write?”

“No.”

Violet’s answer was crisp.

Hearing this, Nastasia was not disappointed.

For Her, just watching was satisfying enough.

Feeling the now-quiet Evil God on her shoulder, Violet rubbed her brow and dipped the tip of her quill into the almost-empty ink bottle.

There was no internet here, and entertainment options were scarce.

So two days ago, she started thinking about keeping a diary.

The diary was from the perspective of “the Violet of the past life,” in other words, it was a description of the puppet controlled by Syks.

After all, the Violet of this life was no longer on the original storyline.

To ensure her “foresight,” she had to design a reference.

Writing an autobiographical diary became her best choice, and also the best pastime at the moment.

Come to think of it, it seemed to be after that that Nastasia started clamoring to learn how to write. Could it be…?

As Violet thought, she opened the title page of the diary.

On it was written:

“My name is Violet, the last Imperial Princess of the Empire. When you read these words, I am already dead.”

Flipping down, was the first page.

“It was a star-studded night, and also the day I was betrayed by the person I trusted the most.

She took me to an abandoned cabin, where I saw…

The severed limb of an Evil God.

The Pontiff of the Eternal Sect, Syks, she actually colluded with an Evil God, attempting to devour and replace me.

I could do nothing.”

The first page of the diary ended here.

Violet turned to the second page and continued from where she left off yesterday.

“I don’t know if it was her negligence, or if the Evil God’s power was insufficient, but I was actually able to retain my consciousness.

But I could only watch helplessly as I was forced to do things I didn’t want to do.

Syks used my body to issue a large number of cruel and harsh policies, while she “spoke up for the people,” becoming a good person in everyone’s eyes.

Clearly, I wasn’t the one who did these things, so why… why does everyone look at me with those eyes?

The populace is very dissatisfied with me and wants Syks to replace me as the new Emperor of the Empire.

But why did she refuse? What on earth does she want to do?

A revolutionary army has recently appeared in Fortuna City. Syks wants to wipe them out in one fell swoop…”

Writing up to this point, Violet’s pen paused, and she frowned in contemplation.