However, the soon-to-be-Socially-deceased Emperor was still oblivious. He just let out a long sigh, as if he had put down a heavy burden, and said, "That's good, that's good..."
Although the Emperor was slow-witted and his acting skills were poor, unlike his drama-loving and somewhat mischievous transmigrator, Roselle's memory hadn't degraded to that of a goldfish. So, he soon recalled what Lynn said and looked at him with a stiff expression.
"You... you didn't really read the diary to Bernadette, did you?"
From his expression, it was clear that Roselle wanted a negative answer at this moment.
However, how could not Lynn fulfill his wish? The chosen fun-maker Lynn just showed a brilliant smile and said, "I'm a person who keeps my promises, so of course, I read your diary to Bernadette. No need to thank me, it's what I should do."
Roselle: ... Who would thank you for something like this!
Roselle stared hard at Lynn and couldn't help but bite his lip. In some ways, this father and daughter were very similar, even having the same small habits.
Roselle, holding on to the last shred of hope, asked, "Since you keep your promises, you didn't read any particularly stimulating diary entries to Bernadette, did you?"
"I did not read her any overly stimulating diary entries, like 'the taste of a Demoness still isn't bad.' I didn't read that one at all," Lynn said with a smile.
Roselle immediately let out a sigh of relief but didn't completely relax. He then cautiously asked, "So what diary entries did you read to her?"
Speaking of this topic, Lynn was no longer sleepy. He smiled and took out the diaries he had shown to Bernadette from his space pocket. These diaries were all genuine diary entry, without any forgeries, collected by Lynn at various Beyonder gatherings.
Lynn then coughed lightly, as if he were reading the diaries to Bernadette again, and began to read them to Roselle.
"March 6th, Dammit, I'm almost constipated from eating the food here!"
Roselle's eyes widened almost immediately. He almost lunged forward, one hand covering Lynn's mouth, and the other grabbing the diary from his hand.
Lynn didn't stop him. Although he thought it would be very interesting to read those diaries again in front of Roselle, Lynn was a person with boundaries. He knew that if he really did that, Roselle might seek mutual destruction with the Mother Goddess of Depravity on the spot.
So, as a considerate fellow transmigrator, Lynn decided to give Roselle a little breathing room and not do something so cruel.
After all, reading the diaries to Roselle here was less fun compared to the dream where Roselle would read the diaries to Bernadette in her dreams.
As for Roselle, what if he lied and made things up?
—No worries, the great and just Angel of Secrets would take up the responsibility of supervision and would not let Bernadette be deceived by Roselle's fabricated diaries.
Yes, Lynn was that much of a rascal!
While Lynn was daydreaming about tonight's fun, Roselle had already browsed through all the diaries at a speed of ten lines at a glance. His hands were trembling, his pupils dilated, and he looked as if he was about to die.
In a sense, Roselle indeed had achieved a kind of social death.
"You... why the hell?" Roselle couldn't help but curse. At this moment, he almost wanted to strangle Lynn and die together with him.
"Didn't you promise me that you wouldn't read overly stimulating diary entries to Bernadette? These... these diaries don't seem stimulating enough for you?"
Lynn first broke free from Roselle's hand, then slowly smiled and said, "Compared to 'the taste of a Demoness still isn't bad.' and 'XX with mother and daughter XX…'"
Lynn read out a long string of highly inappropriate diary entries without a change in expression, looking at Roselle without any guilt and even with a clear conscience:
"Don't you think the diary entries I chose are already mild enough? After all, it's your fault for writing so many scandalous things in your diaries. When I was selecting the diaries, eight out of ten entries were about those things. What do you expect me to do?" In the end, Lynn's expression even looked a bit innocent, with a touch of genuine grievance.
Roselle: ...How do you even have the face to look aggrieved?
Roselle was breathing heavily. If it wasn't for the fact that his body no longer needed to breathe and breathing was just a habitual action, he might have suffocated himself.
But what could Roselle do? He couldn't really do anything to Lynn because of this. In the end, he could only squeeze out through gritted teeth.
"I hope you didn't go overboard!"
Of course, Roselle's attitude was also because Lynn was right about one thing: compared to those unreadable diary entries, the ones Lynn chose were indeed already mild.
From this perspective, Lynn wasn't completely inconsiderate.
Just considerate, but not much.
"Damn it! If I trust you again, I'm stupid..." Roselle couldn't help but curse, using every swear word he knew. Although he didn't say any names, everyone knew who he was cursing.
Lynn just watched him quietly, seeing Roselle's voice grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Then he smiled and said, "I recorded Bernadette's reactions when I read those diary entries to her. Do you want to see?"
Roselle was stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't say no. Instead, he nodded heavily.
Then Roselle saw a 360-degree high-definition holographic projection. Roselle was stunned, unable to resist asking, "Only 100 years have passed, and the technology outside has advanced this much?"
Even holographic technology became available? Wasn't it more advanced than before he "transmigrated"?
"This isn't technology, but a little skill I invented. However..." Lynn seemed to be inspired by something, pinching his chin and saying, "You're right, perhaps I should think about making this skill more accessible..."
If he was to support the Church of Steam and Machinery, he should also help advance this world's technology tree. Besides traditional technology, advancing some supernatural technology in this world was normal, right?
As far as Lynn knew, the Church of Steam and Machinery had combined technology with the supernatural, but it couldn't be popularized, reserved for high-ranking members as "exquisite toys."
But when Lynn helped this world advance its technology tree, he wouldn't limit it like the God of Steam and Machinery. His ambition was to push this world's technology to the level of Earth's civilization, or even higher.
"If you popularize this, it would be a good thing... Maybe?" Roselle, seemingly thinking of something, showed a smile that all men understood. But then he couldn't laugh because the holographic projection had begun to play the main content.
After the entire process of reading the diaries was played, Roselle, like a deeply wounded small animal, covered his face with his hands, his voice trembling:
"Bernadette must really want to kill me now."
(End of Chapter)
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