The book was a normal book, without any strange symbols, nor did any monsters crawl out from it.
Frothy carefully placed the book back on the shelf.
Ivy didn’t run around or fidget; she stayed obediently by Frothy’s side, clutching Frothy’s hand and the hem of her clothes tightly, not even letting her eyes wander about.
Because Ivy knew very well that in horror movies, the curious ones always die the fastest, and she definitely did not want to be cannon fodder.
Not to mention, she was currently completely powerless to protect herself—a total weakling.
If anyone just so much as swatted at her, Ivy might be done for in an instant.
So Ivy played it safe and stuck to the strategy of surviving by keeping a low profile.
That said, this place made Ivy very uneasy.
She constantly felt as if countless pairs of eyes were watching her.
But Ivy had no idea where this sense of being watched came from.
She glanced up slightly at Frothy, but Frothy didn’t seem to notice anything.
Ivy couldn’t help but grip Frothy’s hand even tighter.
Feeling the warmth from Frothy’s palm, Ivy’s fearful heart calmed down just a little.
The longer she stayed in this environment, even if she hadn’t been scared at first, now she definitely was.
Just then, Ivy noticed Frothy move.
Quickly, Ivy stayed close behind her, the distance between them almost nonexistent.
Frothy glanced at the small figure following closely behind. She had originally thought this little one might cause some trouble.
But unexpectedly, since Ivy was denied her request for self-protection abilities downstairs, she hadn’t said a word.
Not only that, Ivy didn’t run off; she didn’t even let her eyes dart around, almost glued to Frothy’s side.
This saved Frothy a lot of trouble. If Ivy had been a fool who touched everything out of curiosity and accidentally broke some taboo, Frothy would have been in quite a bind.
She certainly didn’t want to lose a little one who could resist corruption and whose blood tasted so sweet.
But since Ivy made things so easy, Frothy could feel at ease to investigate the bedroom.
The rope she had initially tied on Ivy to prevent her from wandering seemed less necessary now.
At the door to Devin Norton’s room, Frothy shielded Ivy behind her and motioned for her to stand a little apart by the side of the door.
Ivy let go of Frothy’s hand but still held tightly to the rope connected to the collar around her neck.
The rope, which had once made Ivy feel embarrassed, now gave her a sense of security.
Frothy’s right hand manifested a blood-colored longsword and then pushed the door open.
A musty smell wafted out from inside the room, accompanied by dust.
With a sweep of her sword’s blade, the dust before her was blown away by the gust created.
After confirming there was no immediate danger inside, Frothy stepped into the room.
Ivy followed closely behind but didn’t grab Frothy’s hand again—instead, she gently held the hem of Frothy’s clothes.
She knew that if she held Frothy’s hand now, it might affect her performance.
Ivy was prepared to keep a distance and let Frothy go ahead if necessary.
The first thing Frothy did upon entering the room was to look toward the diary she had hastily left on the table before.
The diary was still lying there quietly, untouched.
This actually raised Frothy’s suspicions.
The Violet Verses from the study had been taken away—why was this diary still here?
Or was there some trick?
Thinking this, Frothy used her left hand to condense a small red square with a groove, formed from blood mist.
She tossed the square at the door, then released it as if it were being pulled by an invisible force.
It embedded tightly into the doorframe, perfectly sealed.
This way, if any mysterious force tried to close the door, it would first be blocked by her blood mist.
After finishing this, Frothy lifted her sword and slowly walked to the table.
The diary lay there quietly, with dark red bloodstains on the table.
Those were the marks left when Frothy stabbed her own chest yesterday.
Frothy exhaled lightly, then used her blood mist to conjure two hands, reaching toward the diary.
After cupping the diary in her hands, Frothy used her mind to manipulate the blood-mist hands, flipping through the diary.
What was described inside was exactly the same as what Frothy had seen yesterday.
The eerie patterns and dense eyeballs on the pages were just as chilling as before.
While reading, Frothy also divided a sliver of her consciousness to observe the small black dot within her bloodline’s origin.
At this moment, the black dot seemed to be devouring something, constantly writhing and growing larger.
Gradually, faint murmuring voices echoed again inside Frothy’s mind.
Without hesitation, Frothy tugged sharply on the rope, pulling Ivy to her side.
She lifted Ivy’s hand before her, and her sharp teeth instantly pierced Ivy’s arm.
The fresh blood slowly flowed into Frothy, and the black dot within her bloodline origin lost its vitality once again.
Although Ivy didn’t understand why Frothy suddenly sucked her blood in such an environment, her rational mind carefully analyzed the situation.
Perhaps her blood had some kind of enhancement effect on Frothy, or maybe Frothy needed her blood to resist something.
In any case, Frothy had a reason for involving her directly.
That reason might be because her blood had some special effect unknown even to herself, which was why Frothy had released her.
Ivy quietly sorted through all the possible reasons why Frothy might suck her blood in this situation.
Frothy had just looked at the diary before acting, meaning that something in that book might have made Frothy wary.
Although curious, Ivy didn’t investigate further, and in the darkness, she couldn’t see clearly anyway.
So it was basically impossible for her to see what was drawn inside that book.
Only a bloodline user like Frothy, with innate night vision, could read under such conditions.
Suddenly, Ivy shivered.
The feeling of being watched grew stronger.
She felt countless eyes staring at her; the sensation of being observed gradually intensified.
Ivy realized this wasn’t a hallucination caused by fear.
It might actually be real.
Thinking this, Ivy tugged Frothy’s clothes and whispered, “Frothy, don’t you feel it? So many eyes are watching us.”
“Eyes?” Frothy frowned. She hadn’t sensed anything.
How could Ivy say there were so many eyes spying on them?
Frothy scanned the surroundings. There was clearly nothing there—so where were these eyes Ivy sensed?
Her frown deepened as she looked around warily.
But at that moment, something in her peripheral vision caught her attention, and her gaze froze on an object that didn’t belong in this space.
One eye.
An eye growing on the wall.
It stared straight at Ivy and Frothy, as if a magic was drawing their minds toward it.
And the next second, just as both of them noticed the eye, countless eyes slowly opened on the wall, all staring at them.
In the darkness, they gleamed with a terrifying light.