The final page of the diary closed with a soft whisper, and the room was swallowed by a silence so heavy it felt solid.Outside, the sunlight was gentle, spilling through the window and casting shifting patterns across the hospital floor. And there it lay—the yellowed diary, quietly resting like a sleeping witness,its ten-year-old secrets finally laid bare.No one spoke.As if even a breath might disturb the shadow pressing on everyone’s hearts.The diary shut beneath Livia’s fingertips, the aged pages still holding a trace of warmth—as though their long-gone author had only just stepped away.Livia sat still.Her fingers traced the brittle cover, worn thin by time.But her gaze had already sunk deep into something darker—a near-dizzying haze of thought.She didn’t cry.But her heart—her heart ached unbearably.As if something were being slowly drawn from the depths of her chest—and she couldn’t breathe.She wasn’t Celesta’s daughter.She hadn’t been born in that era.She hadn’t
Entry XIVI can no longer remember how long it’s been.Day by day, my body grows weaker.Even holding a pen feels impossible now.We haven’t left this land for so long.Even just going down the old well to glimpse the base—we have to support each other just to descend the stone steps.Sometimes I wonder…Have we simply been too close for too long?It’s sealed, yes.We swore to keep it buried.We only ever look at it from afar.But even so,its power creeps like vines from the depths of the earth,coiling around us, dragging us slowly into the abyss.We used to say we were just afraid of someone stealing it—but now I know the truth.We… can’t bear to be away from it.If we go a day without seeing it, we feel ill,uneasy in our skin,restless, aching.Only when we’re near it does the pain stop.Only in its presence do we feel… calm.It’s terrifying.We vowed never to let the Grail return to the world,but somehow—I began to dream of it.In the dreams, the shattered Grail reassembles i
Entry XIICelesta is dead.She left so peacefully, and yet the tremor she left in our hearts will never fade.After the explosion, the abandoned factory was filled with the stench of gunpowder and scorched earth.The shards of the Grail were nowhere to be found.Edgar knelt beside her, like a statue that had lost its soul.He didn’t cry.He didn’t scream.He simply held her cold hand, silently, mechanically.At that moment, I thought he would collapse, rage, destroy all of us in his grief.But he didn’t.He merely lifted his head to look at us. His voice was hoarse and low:“You… destroyed her only hope.”“Her hope was to destroy the Grail!” I shouted back.But then I saw it—a flicker of madness, stubborn and wild, begin to glow behind his eyes.“She didn’t understand…She didn’t know…If I can gather the fragments,I can save her…I can bring her back…”He wasn’t really talking to me.He was trying to convince himself.That desperate longing twisted his once-calm face.This man, onc
I will never forget that night.The wind howled outside the factory. The darkness was thick as ink, and the city’s neon lights felt a world away—as if we stood in a place cut off from the rest of existence.She brought it with her—the Grail.Her hand clutched it tightly, but the faint glow pulsing from its surface and the ominous whispers drifting through the air made it clear:this thing held immense power—and it was even more dangerous than before.“I don’t have much time,” Celesta panted.“You… must destroy it. Or hide it. Just don’t ever let Edgar find it.”I looked into her eyes—there was no fear there.Only a fire that burned with pure, unwavering resolve.I barely had time to speak—when a voice cut coldly through the shadows:“So… you really did betray me.”Edgar.He stepped out from behind the rusted columns of the ruins,his long black coat billowing like a slab of steel trailing behind him.His eyes didn’t burn with rage—they glowed with something heavier:a sorrow, a
Celesta’s condition… is truly getting worse.She’s been unconscious for three days straight now. Even when she briefly regains consciousness, it’s only for a few minutes—her words are fragmented, and her mind is barely coherent.The doctors are helpless. They say this doesn’t resemble any typical illness—it’s more like a collapse on a spiritual level.Some have even whispered, privately:“It’s like… part of her soul has been hollowed out.”I wanted to laugh that off.But one night, as I was sitting alone by her side, Celesta suddenly opened her eyes.She gripped my hand tightly, lips pale, and managed just one word:“The Grail… don’t… touch it again…”There was a fear in her eyes I had never seen before—not fear of illness, nor death—but of something far more ancient, like a nightmare about to swallow her whole.As for Edgar… he acts as if everything is normal.Still handling his duties, holding meetings, inspecting construction projects.But I know—he’s preparing something.He’s g
Chapter 249: Diary – Entry VII & VIIIEntry VIISo it really wasn’t just my imagination.I… we tried it again.Out of curiosity—and yes, a little bit of greed.Wishing before the Holy Grail… really makes things happen.For example, we wished for the foundations in the Western District to stabilize.The soil there is notoriously loose, waterlogged year-round, and construction always collapses halfway through.The very next day, a worker accidentally unearthed a layer of rock-hard subsoil—as if an entire “natural platform” had been buried beneath.Just like that, one-third of the groundwork was done.Even the builders’ guild was stunned.Or the time Edgar wished to open a new trade route at a river bend.No one thought it possible—centuries of silt and failed excavations had buried that path.But days later, a storm rolled in, flooding from the mountain sent a surge downstream—and miraculously, it flushed the entire bend open.The channel was shaped perfectly.Instinct told me all thi