Chapter 132: Details - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

### Chapter 132: Details Eileen and Selina exchanged glances upon seeing the notes. A hint of confusion was evident in their eyes. The compliments on their appearance were understandable, a typical acknowledgment of their beauty—a hallmark of being a witch. However, they were puzzled by the term "two-dimensional." Although they couldn't quite grasp its meaning, they assumed it was likely another form of praise given the context. Eileen continued flipping through the pages, and more lines of text surfaced. "Seems a bit tricky, the little one is quite wary..." "But the girl named Selina appears much more approachable." "Well, let's take it slow then." The entry ended there. There was no date, as it wasn’t meant to be a formal diary. However, the two girls quickly recalled the circumstances. This must have been jotted down on the first day they encountered the man, capturing his initial impressions. Selina stared at the words on the page for a long time before speaking. "It seems Lord Lucius also struggled with how to interact with us back then..." Eileen remembered her fierce demeanor from that time and remained silent, quietly turning to the next page. The writing on this page was more abundant, with several sections scratched out. "Witch... the markings on her calf..." "No, perhaps I should think differently. A witch isn't just a witch, and the church isn't just a church." These first two lines were cryptic and fragmented, making little sense. However, the following text made Selina's cheeks inexplicably blush. Eileen also cast a glance her way. "Wait, was I just ambushed in the night?" The handwriting became abruptly wild, indicating the shock of the writer. "Though it seems a bit perverse, I must admit, Miss Selina in a maid outfit is quite adorable." This sentence was quickly crossed out with an effort to cover it up, followed by an apologetic line. "Forgive me, how could I harbor such wicked thoughts." This line too was erased. Eileen's attention shifted to the last two sentences on the page. "Haha, that arrogant little one surely can't imagine I deliberately attempted to touch Selina's cheek in front of her." "But I must say, Selina feels quite nice to the touch..." Eileen turned to look at her friend beside her. Selina's cheeks had grown increasingly flushed. Perhaps the light-hearted tone of this entry, despite its informality, helped ease some of their shared sorrow. Eileen thought back to that night, when she had caught onto his antics in the window's reflection, only to see her anger dissipate. She whispered, almost to herself. "Hmph, truly a vengeful man." "Such a miser, pretending to be so generous and indifferent..." She rubbed her eyes with her hand. Did she regret it? Absolutely, she regretted it. Reflecting back on her own foul demeanor made Eileen annoyed with herself. Yet the man never lectured her, always brushing off incidents with a laugh. Still, she could easily imagine how unpleasant it must have been for him. Selina, meanwhile, flipped another page. As the page turned to the next entry, her face froze entirely. The handwriting was the same. However, there wasn't a daily record; rather, it skipped many days. "Dammit, I was ambushed again yesterday!" "Selina, that silly girl, always assumes she's clever. I'm not genuinely after her body." "And besides, she's still so young. If I did have those bizarre thoughts, wouldn't I become the pervert Eileen always accuses me of being?” At this, although the exposure was slightly embarrassing, Selina didn't entirely freeze up. What made her truly dumbfounded was what came next. "Not only did she dare to come back, but she gave me quite a fright. Didn't I give her a thorough lesson this time? Surely she's settled now?" "Hmm, turns out to be all bluster with little substance." Return? Thorough lesson? The words made Selina's face a picture of confusion. She vividly remembered that night. Due to anxiety and a racing heart, she had accidentally bumped into a pillar and went the wrong direction, but she certainly hadn't returned. So... Selina turned her gaze sideways. Besides the dark-dressed girl next to her, there couldn't be anyone else similar in build to be mistaken by Lord Lucius. Eileen, caught in her own regret, noticed Selina's look and blinked in confusion. Until her eyes fell onto the fresh lines of text. Suddenly, Eileen's fair cheeks flushed to a noticeable red, much faster and deeper than Selina's previous blush, to the point it spread to her ears before halting. Selina looked at her suspiciously, unable to resist asking, "Eileen, the night I came back to our room, you weren’t there. Didn’t you say you went to the restroom?" Eileen quickly waved her hands nervously in the air, stammering, "No, Selina, I—when I saw you weren’t around, I got up in the middle of the night to look for you and then..." She lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers. "That's why I ended up in his room..." Somehow, Eileen felt like a child caught doing something naughty under Selina's inquisition. That night certainly didn't slip from Selina's memory alone. As the one who had received a ‘thorough lesson’ from Lucius, Eileen hadn't rested well for several nights. Dreams always replayed peculiar scenarios. Fortunately, Selina didn't seem to linger on Eileen’s earlier deception. She only stroked her chin and suddenly asked, “So, how exactly was this ‘thorough lesson’? She leaned closer. “Details?” The teasing tone made Eileen even more flustered. She once thought this event would forever stay buried between them, never to be mentioned. Little did she expect it to emerge through such a coincidence. And now, Eileen realized she had misunderstood Lucius once again. To think she had labeled him a pervert over this misunderstanding. (End of Chapter)