It's been five days since I read those journals and discovered what was written in the last diary.
To say the least, it was a horrifying experience.
Look, it's not every day that you find yourself transmigrated to a fantasy world.
There are no instruction manuals for these types of things.
It's my first time in a situation like this and I don't even know what to think now.
That entry was definitely written by Lucas—the original Lucas. However, it was intended for me— Samuel— to read.
But what does that imply?
Did Lucas know about everything that is happening? Did he know that I would be transmigrated into his body?
But how could he have known? He was just a side villain in the novel.
But then again, I can't even fully trust the novel. I also can't trust the memories I acquired from him.
So, what can I trust?
How can I solve this mystery?
According to the entry, Lucas will answer all my questions when the time comes.
Should I wait for that to happen?
Nonsense. I can't wait after learning something like that. Besides, I don't even know if that entry was truly written by Lucas.
I mean, if I really can't trust anything, how am I supposed to trust those journals?
Fuck! One mystery after another!
Ugh, I hate this. I hate problem-solving and uncovering mysteries. It was never my preferred genre.
Haa!
Okay, me, calm down and take deep breath.
Slowly i stood up from my bed and sit on it's edges.
With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the throbbing ache in my chest. "Fine," I muttered, my voice laced with frustration. "Let's try that again."
My master nodded, a faint glimmer of approval flickering in his eyes. "Good," he replied, his tone gruff but not unkind. "I'll give you a healing potion," Yato retorted in an 'isn't that obvious' tone.
"....."
Once again, I was left utterly speechless by the sheer cruelty of his mindset.
Just because he can fix me, he deems it acceptable to break my limbs!
I'm not an expert on the subject of the master and disciple relationship, but isn't a master supposed to be gentle and nurturing toward their disciple?!
"And besides, I was going easy on you," Yato stated matter-of-factly. "It's your mind that's clouded with uneasy thoughts. Is something bothering you?"
"...I guess," I muttered, looking down at my feet.
Right now, it was around 5:46 AM, and I found myself in the Training ground with Yato.
We were engaged in unarmed combat, going through our routine training.
Since becoming his disciple my understanding of him has also grown significantly.
Apparently, he's not as indifferent and callous as many other said he is.
I mean, he still is, but he doesn't treat me that way for whatever reason.
He has a dry sense of humor, the kind that often leaves you questioning whether he's joking or being serious.
He's also incredibly wise, intelligent, and sharp. He's obsessed with looking cool, and that vibe has started rubbing off on me. Plus, he absolutely despises early mornings.
Sometimes, during our morning training sessions, he would grumble and complain about the early hour, muttering about how he'd rather be sleeping or drinking tea. But despite his complaints, he always pushed me to give my best, never letting me slack off or make excuses.
As I stood there, nursing my bruised chest and contemplating his words, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude toward him. Sure, he may be tough on me, but it's only because he wants me to succeed in this harsh world.
"Sorry, Master," I muttered, finally meeting his gaze. "I've just been... dealing with some personal stuff lately. It's been weighing on my mind."
Yato's expression softened slightly, his gaze searching mine for a moment. "I see," he replied, his tone less harsh than before. "Tell me Lucas maybe I can help you with your problem, After all I'm your master!"
I glance at Yato as he said those words and thought deeply.
'Shoud I tell him? All of my secrets and my problems?'