Bernadette's heart was hanging in the balance. She had thought the diary content she had heard during the day was explosive enough, but now she had a bad premonition.
Still, Bernadette nodded and said, "I know. I know those were mistakes made by you in the past, and I believe you can correct them in the future."
"So, Father, can you read these diaries you once wrote?"
Previously, Bernadette wanted Roselle to read the diary to her out of defiance. But now, she genuinely wanted to know what other absurd things her father had written in his diaries.
"...Okay." At this point, Roselle had no choice but to proceed. He looked at the stack of diaries in his hand, avoiding Bernadette's gaze, and began to read: "16th January, the taste of a Demoness still isn't bad."
After reading this sentence, Roselle closed his eyes in pain. At this moment, his inner turmoil was like a groundhog's scream. Even for Roselle, reading out his black history in front of his daughter was too much.
It wasn't just social death; Roselle couldn't bear to see Bernadette's expression or imagine her reaction to knowing her father had such absurd past experiences.
He didn't dare to look, but someone else didn't have such reservations.
Lynn, who had long anticipated this scene, first enjoyed Roselle's expression, which seemed ready to dig a tomb and bury himself. Then, he looked at Bernadette.
Her expression wasn't cold or somber but bewildered.
Even though she had heard about Roselle's absurdities during the day, Bernadette hadn't expected her father to have slept with a witch and even written it in his diary, praising the experience.
"The taste of a Demoness still isn't bad? Ha!" After a brief moment of confusion, Bernadette regained her composure. She repeated Roselle's words, her chest heaving with anger. She couldn't help but laugh coldly and said, "Father, I really underestimated your 'taste'."
The word "taste" was heavily emphasized by Bernadette.
One can't blame Bernadette for being so angry. Although some witches are genuinely female, most were once male. If a witch had gone through a pleasurable phase, it meant they were once male and were also promiscuous. How many people they had slept with was uncertain.
Bernadette didn't discriminate against those who liked the same sex. If this had happened to someone else, she would have just sighed. But people tend to have double standards. Bernadette could accept others being involved with witches, but not her father. For someone as conservative as her, knowing her father had slept with a witch was outrageous.
"Bernadette, don't be angry! Listen to me. I was just confused that day... There's nothing between me and that witch. We just slept together. Nothing more. Please believe me," Roselle explained hastily.
"Do you think this is fair to Mother?" Bernadette's anger intensified upon hearing Roselle's explanation.
Roselle's explanation came to a sudden stop. He sighed, looking at Bernadette, and said, "I am indeed sorry... to your mother... and to you. I'm sorry, Bernadette, for being such an absurd father."
Hearing these words full of apology, Bernadette's anger halted. She hadn't expected Roselle to apologize so straightforwardly. In her impression, her father was always serious and grand, even when doing absurd things, never admitting fault.
She had never thought she would hear her father apologize to her, making her lips quiver and turn her head away in bewilderment, her anger dissipating unknowingly.
Watching this father-daughter interaction, Lynn couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, glancing at Roselle.
He could see that Roselle's move was a guerrilla tactic, retreat to advance, admitting fault to gain Bernadette's forgiveness and sympathy. This move was quite effective, as Bernadette indeed wavered.
'Tsk, he's quite good at pacifying. How did it come to a falling out before?' Lynn thought. He guessed their previous fallout was likely due to Corruption.
But his musings didn't stop him from smiling and saying, "If you truly feel sorry for Bernadette, why not tell her that secret?"
"She has to know sooner or later."
Roselle had already been stiff several times. He glared at Lynn and then looked at Bernadette.
Bernadette's expression was now filled with curiosity. She was clearly very curious about the secret Roselle had been keeping.
But should he say it? Should he say it now... Roselle struggled internally. He didn't completely reject the idea of his daughter knowing his true origin, but the key issue was that besides being a transmigrator, he was also a plagiarist.
Letting Bernadette know about the witches and those various romantic escapades would only tarnish his already not-so-great image a bit more. After all, Roselle was a known rogue, so he could accept this.
But once Bernadette knew about his transmigration, it would mean her father's image would completely collapse. Bernadette would know her father wasn't a genius inventor or a great literary creator but merely a porter of nature.
Roselle couldn't imagine what kind of look Bernadette would give him or how she would view her father after knowing the whole truth.
He didn't dare to think about it or want to guess.
Even though Roselle knew now might be a good time to confess.
"I'm sorry, Bernadette. Forgive me, but I'm not ready to let you know about that yet," Roselle said dejectedly. Some secrets could be spoken, but some, even if they were to be leaked eventually, he hoped could be delayed for as long as possible.
As he said this, Roselle looked at Lynn with a pleading look.
Hoping Lynn could help him keep this secret, even if... Bernadette would know one day.
Lynn looked at him, smiled, and said, "Don't worry. Although I do enjoy a good laugh, I wouldn't meddle with such principled matters."
"If it's something you should tell her, it's up to you to decide when and if to tell her. I won't interfere in this."
(End of Chapter)
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