[Note: Long Chapter]
The game called it the Diary of Blood, and Azel could see why… well, because Drake was dabbling in some bloody shit, probably.
The office smelled like iron and rot.
It wasn't the kind of place anyone should breathe in for long, but Azel didn't even flinch.
The smell of blood didn't bother him anymore.
He lifted up the diary from the table, the cover slick with dried red stains that hadn't been cleaned properly.
It wasn't just a journal.
It was similar to a record of insanity.
He flipped it open and found a section with messy handwriting, lines scribbled with half-smudged ink and drops that looked too dark to be ink.
The blood sample from the Mynes clone was too little to copy her enchantment abilities, so I found another use for it before I killed it… Apparently, she can suck really good.
Azel almost felt the need to go back and slam that guy's head into the wall again.
"Bastard…" he muttered under his breath.
