The Demon's Menu-Chapter 943: Deep Doubts (3)

But, I believe it was the several potions given to me by my mentor that worked.

QM199.4.4, cloudy

Today is the mentor’s Birthday, and we prepared gifts to await mentor’s return—every year at this time, everyone is at their happiest.

But...

This year what we got was dreadful news.

Our mentor had fallen.

Sacrificed after an attack by some kind of monster.

To this, everyone was in disbelief.

Even more so, I couldn’t believe that the mentor who could handle two Evil Spirits without a scratch would die on an ordinary mission.

I need to investigate!

I must seek out the truth!

QM199.5.5, rain

A month has passed, no clues to be found.

But I will not give up!

QM199.10.26, overcast

Someone sent me a secret letter, claiming to know something about the mentor.

I sprung into action immediately.

QM199.10.27, heavy rain

A trap!

It was all a trap!

I got ambushed!

I had an ominous premonition!

I hope everyone is okay!

QM199.10.29, heavy rain

After regaining my ability to move, I immediately returned to the camp.

My bad feeling was confirmed!

The camp had been attacked.

QM199.11.2, overcast

Using connections I made with officials, I gathered old Tom, Miss Jean, and everyone else’s bodies and buried them all in the public cemetery.

At that moment, my Xin died.

Because my home was gone.

For the rest of my life, I have but one goal: vengeance!

QM199.11.6, overcast

I fell ill.

Injured and not yet recovered, I lay in bed, expecting to die.

QM199.11.7, cloudy

I’ve recovered!

Miraculously recovered!

I don’t know what happened, but I know I need to continue my quest for revenge!

QM200.1.3, snow

Things are not going well.

Still, I have not found any leads.

But now, someone is watching me.

Seems like someone is interested in how quickly I recovered?

Or...

Are these people my enemies?

QM200.4.4, rain

On the mentor’s memorial day, I went to the graveyard.

I was ambushed again.

The eleventh time in these past months.

I have gotten used to it.

What are those people trying to do?

Experiment?

Test out the rumors?

QM200.4.5, rain

Yet another Pyrrhic victory.

I was severely injured.

Death seemed to approach once again.

But I survived, yet again.

QM200.7.2, windy

It has been a week since the last attack, which inexplicably stopped?

What happened?

QM200.10.29, windy

On everyone’s memorial day, I came to the graveyard again.

No attack.

But, in front of Miss Jean’s tombstone lay a letter.

Want to know the truth?

Go here!

Looking forward to your investigation.

The letter contained a map, marking a narrow country, with a red pen so striking it seemed almost glaring.

QM200.11.1, sunny

The attacks have reemerged!

Again!

It seems like they are trying to stop me from going there!

I must go! freēwēbηovel.c૦m

QM200.11.19, snow

I have finally arrived.

But where should I start?

I tried to contact the local Exorcists.

But the exorcists’ camp here has already deteriorated, turning into a regular bar.

QM200.12.12, snow

No progress in the investigation.

But, I won’t give up.

I’ll always find a clue.

QM201.8.6, torrential rain

Finally!

I have found a clue!

But...

I’m about to die!

Not the usual feeling.

But actual death.

So this is it, coming...

...

The diary abruptly ends here.

Jason frowned, looking at the last page with sloppy...no, not sloppy, but utterly frenzied handwriting, tensing the muscles in his upright body.

The handwriting was indeed mad, even frightening.

Just by looking at it, one could feel the hysteria within.

"What happened?"

Jason pondered what the person or the owner of this diary had encountered to end up this way.

According to the beginning of the diary, the person was a well-trained Exorcist.

Possessing considerable strength, his will was Tenacious, and he had some secret techniques for protection.

Such a person shouldn’t become maddened.

Unless...

He saw some entity that shouldn’t be looked upon?

Or heard some secrets that shouldn’t be known?

Jason analyzed it combining his own knowledge.

However, almost immediately, his gaze drifted towards the door.

A few seconds later, a knock on the door echoed.

Thud, thud, thud.

An almost panicked voice came through—

"Excuse me, is this the ’Mask X Cleaver X Flesh’ firm?"