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The following diary contains spoilers on the second season of Codex Venator Napoli.

Chronicles of the Dreamlike Wayfarer

Diaries of Heilsèn Borbone: "Mourning in the heart"

It is the early hours of the morning and the sea breeze spreads the smell of salt in the bedroom, a smell at times unpleasant, but which I can not help but breathe deeply. Lorenzo's villa (it's so strange to call a Noble by name, despite being my cousin) is a magnificent sight: every corner of this place is a manifestation of grace and beauty. Even the dim light of dawn, which illuminates me at this moment, seems different from usual, as if in here it acquires a new charm.

I needed all this so much, to finally be able to relax, but above all to be able to reason with a cold and calm mind about what happened yesterday.

Seeing a Hunter, a Householder, burned at the stake, was absolutely horrible. The mere thought still terrifies me.
However, I shouldn't have panicked so easily, I should have thought better and realized that this fate was inevitable for him. The proofs against him were so many: uncontrolled study of the Extraordinary Reality, public Heresy, by him and his disciples (now that I think about it, according to Lorenzo, also that Abomination that we met at the Maschio Angioino was once a Hunter Sansevero). With so many accusations, it was taken for granted that he was executed, in fact, I'm almost amazed that it didn't happen before. Obviously, I perfectly know the reason behind all this: my father has often spoken to me about the power of the Empire, and how in Naples he prevented the Dogma for years from having real power in the City. Even now that the Siniscalco is dead, the spontaneous confession of the Head of the Family was necessary to condemn him. But now I ask myself: what will happen in Naples now that it no longer has a Siniscalco? Can no one stop the High Inquisitor at this moment? Am I in danger?

Madame Marjorie assured me that I am safe with her. It comforted me, calming my fears, almost like a mother. For a moment, I felt almost as if I could trust her, despite perceiving something in her person that I don't like, a feeling difficult to explain, but that makes me doubt the Head of the family.

Oh, the sun now shines beautifully in these rooms, warming me up nicely. I would stay here for hours, enjoying this warmth, enchanted by listening to the lapping of the waves. It is so strange that after so many years spent almost only fighting and surviving outside the walls, I can finally relax and appreciate the beauty of even the simplest things. I almost thought I was no longer capable of it.

However, this is not the reason why I came to Naples. They need my help at the walls, and it's time for me to get ready and go to fulfill my duties as a Slayer.

These last few days in Naples have been wonderful! The breaking of the sword on the hard flesh of the Abominations, the sounds and smells of the battlefield, the tension in being constantly in danger: I will never tire of all this! I must admit, however, that even being able to return to the comforts of the Villa at the end of each Hunt does not bother me at all. Of course, I can't deny that I feel more comfortable outside the walls than inside a building, and that the comfortable bed in my room has not yet given me that warmth that the bare Earth can give me outside. Nonetheless, the calm and tranquility of the Villa gives me some comfort.

At this moment, however, it is not among the comforts of the building that I am, but outside the walls, with the other Nobles, to start a Hunt organized by Alec Nerospina. Since they are still intent on getting ready, I take this opportunity to write a little, even if with difficulty: unfortunately the numerous Voices (which unfortunately, as always, I suppose I am the only one to hear) who constantly ask for help in this cemetery are nagging my mind without stopping. Fortunately, their tone is particularly calm and peaceful, and the annoyance they cause me is compensated for by the peace and tranquility of this place. In addition, the smell of incense, used by the Order of San Gennaro to officiate the funeral rite of the Siniscalco Rosa De Vit, is still in the air and is slowly relaxing my nerves. Breathing it, however, reminds me of the sad event, causing a strong hold on my heart. I have never known the Siniscalco, and I can say with bitterness that it is not the first time that I attend a funeral, however the way it was done and the sacredness of every single gesture have shaken my soul deeply. In particular, striking me most was the face furrowed by Alec's pain, his eyes filled with sadness, while he officiated the ritual with difficulty, the fatigue of a man who cannot let go of a loved one.

I still don't know what to think of him. He looks like an honest and noble-minded person. Even when he offered his help to defeat the Clan (once the Crypts were cleaned up) he didn't seem to lie at all. However, he remains the member of an Order who venerates a Relic that was used to evoke an Abomination from Vesuvius.

All this confuses me terribly! Alec told us about the sacrifice of San Gennaro to save Naples from the horrible evil that lived in the volcano. He told us about the agreement that the Saint made with Virgil to protect the Egg, which was then used to defeat the same evil evoked by Don Pietro. How then is it possible that his blood could have called that creature back and was used to order it to destroy Naples?

I wish I could reflect better on everything, but unfortunately, it seems that my companions are ready to leave and I would not want them to notice me or see the runes with which I am tracing these words.

So it's time to put your notebook back in your backpack and start the Hunt!