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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 74: The Mysterious Diary
Volume 8, Chapter 74: The Mysterious Diary
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By the time the two arrived in Blazing Sun City, it was already evening.Though in the current state of the world, there was no real difference between evening and day—the sky above was equally dim and lightless.
And the situation within Blazing Sun City was grim.
Even though Fuyuan tried not to reveal the truth about the sun nearing extinction, fearing it would spark chaos—the sun hung in the sky for all to see, and its fading had sped up far beyond expectations. It was impossible for the people not to notice.
Once they realized calamity was imminent, panic spread rapidly.
The once-crowded city streets were now empty. Carts, stalls, fruits and vegetables littered the ground, abandoned. Residents and Flame Dragon soldiers stood in the streets, staring at the desolation, unable to avoid a heavy sense of dread.
“In just two days... it became like this,” Leon murmured, clenching his fist.
“I don’t dare imagine what will become of the world once the sun truly goes out.”
Rosvisser felt the same, but she quickly steadied herself and placed her hand on his arm.
“Let’s go find Orion.”
“Right.”
They walked toward Orion’s residence. After passing through several blocks, they reached her apartment and Leon knocked on the door.
No response.
They exchanged glances. Leon knocked again.
Still no answer.
“Is she not home?” Rosvisser asked softly.
Leon exhaled. “Then let’s look for clues elsewhere first.”
“Alright.”
Just as they turned to leave, a familiar girl’s voice called out behind them—
“Mr. Leon? Lady Rosvisser? You... came looking for me?”
They turned.
It was Orion, her bright golden hair still radiant even under the deadened sky.
But upon closer look, there was a fresh bruise on her cheek.
Rosvisser immediately stepped forward.
“Orion, what happened to your face?”
“Oh, it’s nothing...”
Orion lightly brushed a finger across the injury.
“Some citizens gathered in the north district today—demanding the Lord of the City explain the sun’s extinction. Some even demanded he step down. I went with Theresa and several guards to calm them. They... pushed me a bit. It’s nothing serious.”
Even under suppression and silence, the tension was erupting.
And for Orion—caught between the City Lord and the distressed citizens—there was no easy role.
Rosvisser gently wiped the dust and dried blood from her face. Orion nodded in thanks before asking:
“So, what brings you here?”
Rosvisser paused for a moment—and Orion seemed to realize something, quickly adding:
“Oh—when we last spoke, the Dragon Clan said they would help in finding the Golden Helm. I nearly forgot. I’ll take you to the City Lord now—”
“No, Orion.”
Leon stepped forward.
“We...”
He hesitated, glancing to the side. Rosvisser gave him a small nod—tell her the truth.
Leon nodded back, took a breath, and met Orion’s gaze.
“Actually... we’ve already found the Golden Helm.”
Orion’s blue eyes widened sharply...
“W... what did you say?”
...
After a long explanation, Orion finally accepted the truth.
She sat on the sofa, leaning slightly sideways, fingers buried in her golden hair.
Her voice was quiet:
“I had no idea my teacher ever had contact with the Red Flame Dragon Clan. And I didn’t know she had seen a Soul-Sight Resonance left by Apollo. If... If I had known... maybe I could have helped... Maybe she wouldn’t have had to die.”
More than the Golden Helm being in the Red Flame Dragon Clan—what Orion truly could not bear was Cloti’s death.
“...Why didn’t she tell me...?”
She did not know where the answer could come from.
No one in the room could answer.
Silence settled over the three of them.
Finally, Rosvisser sat beside Orion and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Orion did not resist—she quietly leaned into the Queen’s embrace.
“Your teacher carried many secrets,” Rosvisser said softly.
“That’s why we came—to uncover the truth. At the very least, we must clear her name. Orion—will you help us?”
A mother’s warmth, when extended to a girl lost and hurting, is nearly impossible to refuse.
And Orion was no exception.
She nodded.
“...Yes. Lady Rosvisser, Mr. Leon. Tell me what to do.”
Leon leaned against the doorway, thinking for a moment.
“Did your teacher leave you anything? Letters, boxes, anything?”
Orion paused—then nodded.
“Yes. She left me a diary.”
“A diary?” Rosvisser asked. “The one you mentioned before?”
“Yes.”
The day before the observation ceremony, Orion had spoken to Rosvisser privately. They had talked about Hefei, and then about Cloti’s diary.
The diary was thick—but Orion could never bring herself to read it all at once. She only opened it when her memories of her teacher began to fade, so that she could remember her again.
For all her cold and dignified appearance, Orion’s heart was delicate and deeply sensitive. This was how Rosvisser had gradually earned her trust.
“I’ll go get it.”
Orion returned with a thick diary and set it on the table.
The cover was worn. The pages yellowed with age.
Though the Blazing Sun Clan was skilled in crafting materials that lasted the long lifetime of long-lived races—even so, two hundred years was a long time.
Leon picked it up and opened it gently.
The handwriting was neat. One could imagine Cloti as an elegant and composed woman.
Leon and Rosvisser read through it together.
But page after page revealed nothing useful. Cloti never once mentioned the Golden Helm.
“May we read further?” Rosvisser asked politely.
Orion nodded. “Please.”
They continued reading.
But even after many pages, there was still no clue.
Leon exhaled softly and looked up.
“Orion... your teacher didn’t leave anything else?”
“No. She wrote a will before her death. Everything she owned was sold and donated to orphanages. Only this diary was left to me.”
Rosvisser frowned slightly.
“Then... was I mistaken? Did Cloti truly leave no hidden message?”
Leon remained silent, idly running his fingers along the pages—
When suddenly, something caught his eye.
The page numbers.
Some were crossed out.
He flipped through quickly—checking page after page.
There was a pattern.
“Orion—did you cross out these page numbers?”
“No. They were already like that when I received it. So the teacher crossed them out herself.”
“I see...”
Leon’s expression sharpened.
“The diary is numbered only on single pages. So even though it feels thick, there are only about three hundred pages.”
“And among them—certain page numbers were intentionally crossed out.”
“I’ll list them. Let’s see what we can find.”
Leon moved quickly.
He wrote the numbers in order.
Rosvisser and Orion leaned in.
25, 36, 162, 243, 304...
......
Rosvisser furrowed her brows.
“These numbers... What do they represent?”
