"Then you might have to wait for a long time." The Hero accepted the diary without any further politeness.
"No worries, I have a long time ahead of me and won't be pressuring you for updates like before." The Book Spirit smiled calmly, then turned to signal:
"Come over here, there is a reading room where you can take your time to read through this diary.
"Although I'm not sure how much you'll remember afterward, this memory will surely become one of the cornerstones of your actions."
Guided by the Book Spirit, the Hero arrived at a modest reading room, which contained only a desk and a chair, and was so quiet that even the drop of a pin could be heard, as if it were an isolated space in time.
She sat upright at the desk, her staff vertical beside her.
The room was empty; even the Gleaming Scale Serpent had been ushered out by the Book Spirit.
"The previous Saintess's... confession record."
