When people settled down, time seemed to fly by quickly.
Romuona sat at the table, looking at the scenery outside the window, and such an idea popped up in her mind.
She was lucky to have a separate room of her own. Although it was very small, and the walls made of gray stone gave a cold feeling, at least she had a place to sleep peacefully.
There was a window in front of the table. The sufficient light made writing easy, and there was not much harm to the eyes.
And here, not only was there light, but the continuous sound of the waves would also come in.
It was hard to tell if it was a lullaby or a noise at night.
Romuona squinted slightly to avoid the dazzling light.
The sound of the sea breeze passed through the window and into her ears.
This room just happened to face the sea, and she could often hear the sound of the waves crashing on the cliffs below.
It had been half a month since she came to this chapel by the sea.
At first, although she was surprised by the chapel on the cape, after living for a long time, Romuona became accustomed to it.
Except for the shabbiness, there seemed to be nothing special here. It was no different from the chapel she saw in the King's Castle. It could even be said that it was simpler.
The only thing that could make this place stand out was its location.
After all, not every chapel would be built in such a remote and dangerous place.
It was hard for her to imagine the scene when the believers visited this chapel. The sea breeze raged here, and the sound of the waves was endless. Even if there was the sound of prayer, it seemed to be drowned out by the sound of the waves.
There was a bell tower above the chapel, but Romuona had never been there, nor had she seen Apo and Lulunaka go up there.
It was like a deserted place. Only a big bell could be seen, but no one would ring it.
A long time ago, this bell was probably used to remind the people around to pray, but now it had lost its value.
In this chapel, there was no such devout person.
Living here was not an easy thing.
Lulunaka had invited them here, but the environment here was indeed unexpected.
Since she was the one who accepted Lulunaka's invitation, Romuona didn't intend to complain, nor did she intend to live like a noble.
Compared to the days when he lived in the slums of the King's Castle when he was young, the sound of the waves could be considered cute.
Romuona retracted her gaze from the window and looked at the table in front of her.
Spread before her was a book found in the chapel.
It was hard to tell what kind of animal the book cover was made of. The yellowed paper and the handwriting were obviously handwritten. Some of the black ink had faded, and some had seeped out and turned into a black blob.
Rather than calling it a book, it was more like a notebook.
The diary seemed to record the daily affairs of the church. It looked like it was written by someone, but the time was unknown. The person who wrote the diary did not write down the date. Instead, the diary was separated by numbers.
But Romuiona couldn't tell from the age of the handwriting and the paper that it was written in.
But she knew that the diary in the chapel must be very old.
This diary was not found by Romuona. It was given to her by Lulunaka.
It was not that there was no work to do in the chapel, but it was all heavy work. As a girl, even if she wanted to help, it would just be more of a hindrance.
Seeing that Romuona had nothing to do and was getting more and more depressed, Lulunaka put the diary in her hand.
"If you have nothing to do, read a book. But this is not a book. It's just a boring diary that records daily trivia.
If you're bored, read this.
It's not something interesting, but maybe there will be some interesting stories. "
When Romuona received the diary from the chapel, she did not expect it to help her kill much time. But the reality was a little different after all.
Many of the things written in the diary were indeed boring, but they were not completely useless. In this slightly thick diary, there was a period of time that seemed quite interesting.
In the chapel during that period, there was a person called a teacher who took in many students. Most of these students were very naughty because of their young age. As a result, a lot of interesting things happened between the teacher and the students.
Judging from the handwriting, the diary was not written by the same person. It had changed hands many times.
And the person who wrote about the interesting things between the teacher and the students should not be one of them.
The person who wrote this should be a person who had been observing the situation. Otherwise, it should be impossible to write such a detailed and vivid process.
Only an outsider would be able to see the situation clearly. Only an outsider would be able to write such clear words.
Romuona put a leaf on the page she turned to, then closed the diary and put it aside.
Rice could not be eaten in one bite, and books could not be read in one breath. If she continued to read without restraint, a strong sense of emptiness would strike her after she finished reading the diary. It would make her regret that she was in such a hurry instead of slowly enjoying the process.
Besides, Romuiona didn't want to spend the whole day on someone else's diary. Even if the diary contained interesting things about a teacher and his — or her — students, it was someone else's business, and it wasn't worth indulging in.
There was one more thing that she did not look like a noble.
Unlike the noble ladies who were addicted to knight novels, Romuona had never been interested in the stories in books.
Life used to be so difficult. How could there be a chance for her to dream?
It was now close to noon in the morning. Romuona left her room.
Although she couldn't do any heavy work, she could still help with lunch later.
The taciturn Apo was not an easy person to get along with, but Romuona was already used to it.
Compared to Apo, Lulunaka's mood was inexplicably good when she was cooking. It was probably more difficult for Romuona to get used to, especially when she would ask some strange questions.
"Romuona."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you think that the fish I'm about to kill has enough intelligence to feel the fear and pain of being slaughtered?"
Romuona could not answer this kind of question. She could only be speechless.
Lulunaka did not seem to have the intention to listen to Romuona's answer. She whistled as she disposed of the fish that she had caught from the sea.
She chopped off the fish's head, scaled, cut open its belly, and deboned it. She did it in one go, just like a skilled chef.
She even softly hummed a poem that Romuona had never heard before: "Life, why are you so beautiful …"
This was really a little creepy.
That day's dinner was delicious fish soup and large pieces of fish, but Romuona only drank a few mouthfuls before stopping. She only ate some biscuits and wild vegetables to fill her stomach.
It was not because she was too benevolent. It was just that after listening to Lulunaka's words, it was really difficult for her to recover immediately.
She did not know whether it was Lulunaka's prank on her or she was too delicate.
Lulunaka was so unpredictable, and she was very happy to see others in a difficult situation.
After seeing Lulunaka, Romuona confirmed this point again.
She found that Lulunaka and Julius were standing at the edge of the cape. There, if they took a few more steps forward, they would fall on the sharp reefs below the cape. Those reefs had been hit by the waves for many years and had been sharpened into sharp awls. Coupled with the height of the cape, no matter what fell, it would probably fall into pieces or be pierced into meat skewers.
That would be a very scary scene. Romuona once looked down from where Lulunaka was standing now. She imagined the scene of people accidentally falling down, and her legs would go soft.
After that, Romuona never went near that place again.
Now that she saw Lulunaka and Julius standing there, she did not know what they were doing. Curiosity took over and she could not help but walk over.