Sugar couldn’t even blink once before Kraye, seemingly without his knowledge, pressed his index finger to his lips, and Kraye, focusing on the child, scanned the entire house with his senses, feeling for hidden spaces or anything that felt different.

And even Isaac, following Arkendel’s vision, couldn’t hear, as the sound of the wind was so faint that it was only natural.

Probably, besides Kraye, there might be no one on the entire continent who could detect hidden spaces in this house.

Following the almost inaudible sound of flowing wind, Kraye disappeared from Sugar’s sight in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Sugar, who had been stretching her body, found that the bed had been overturned, revealing a secret hole underneath.

Sugar, who had never known of such a space in the house where she had lived until now, muttered with her mouth agape, and Kraye, momentarily capturing the child’s attention, soon reached into the hole as if he had come when needed, disappearing like a midday ghost.

“Looks fine on the outside. And the crimson eyes are for sure.”

“Oh, you’re here?”

Olivia, not surprised by his sudden appearance and rather welcoming, nodded her head.

“If what you said is true, he doesn’t seem to offer a part of his body as a sacrifice or regularly draw blood.”

Olivia, who spat out a nasty sound with a bright face, narrowed her eyes and asked in a mischievous voice.

“Well? How’s your son?”

When Olivia’s light laughter echoed in her ears, Kraye’s eyes softened.

“He was cross-dressing.”

“Cross-dressing?”

At the unexpected words, Olivia widened her eyes like a rabbit and stretched her neck.

Even though Sugar wouldn’t be visible here, Olivia, who kept extending her neck more and more, couldn’t stop.

Kraye, pressing her round forehead hard, replied.

“Yes. Whether it’s a preference or some circumstances, I don’t know.”

“Well, you should ask him yourself. What about the thing in your hand?”

As Olivia gestured, Kraye smoothly handed her the item he had taken from the hole.

“There was a hidden space in the luggage. That was the only thing inside.”

“Hmm.”

Looking forward and backward, Olivia, who seemed to inspect the thin book even while turning it around, sniffled as she held the book with her nose.

“It seems quite old.”

The book’s cover, which emitted the unique scent of old paper and the ink smell used in very old times, had nothing written on it.

As Olivia swept off the surface of the black leather book, she suddenly muttered with a creepy expression.

“It’s not made of human skin, is it?”

“It’s not human skin.”
Calm yet confident in Kraye’s response, Olivia hesitated for a moment, as if instantly reassured, and delicately touched the book.

“Why are you so certain?”

“Well.”

Kraye, who gave a vague answer, smiled with a slight squint in one eye, and Olivia decided not to press him further.

Having been stored for a long time and being in less-than-ideal condition, Olivia cautiously unfolded the worn book, quickly flipping through the pages.

As she approached the last pages of the book, Olivia, wearing a somewhat uneasy and puzzled expression, raised her head after unfolding the final page.

“It seems like a diary… though.”

“A diary?”

“Yeah. To call it a diary, it’s filled with incredibly agonizing, lamenting, and despairing traces.”
Olivia looked down at the diary, shaking her head with a perplexed expression.

“It’s not even written by one person, probably passed down through generations. The content is all… well.”

Having been flipping through the diary, filled with dark emotions like agony, pleading, hardship, and the desire to die, Olivia returned to the last page.

“I have no idea what this is about. Maybe if I examine it a bit more, I can figure it out. Ah, right now, that’s the feeling.”

Touching her forehead and starting to mumble, Olivia’s words made Kraye’s blood-red eyes flicker like spilled blood.

“Such a feeling, could there be poison in the diary…?”

Before handing it to her, he had checked for dangerous elements like poison or traps, but there was still a possibility that there was a poison that didn’t affect him.

In response to Olivia’s statement, Kraye, holding her chin, raised it and said, “No, it’s not that. It’s like… during a bath, when you can’t remember the later part of a song you were humming, it feels blocked.”

“I don’t know what feeling it is, but for now, it seems intact.”

Although he said that, he did not release her chin and continued to inspect her, lifting it up and down.

“Did you worry?”

“As if my insides were completely overturned.”

At the unexpectedly quick return of the answer, Olivia’s eyelashes fluttered slowly.

Why are you worrying about me? When she was about to ask, she blurted out something else.

Worried? What does it mean for my insides to be overturned?

“What is that?”

Before Olivia’s question could finish, Kraye lowered his head and whispered into her ear.

“It means you’ve set my heart on fire.”