The third day had arrived, and another ten hours had passed.
Angel had tapped over the entire ceiling as well, yet still found nothing.
For a time, Angel suspected that Shoke's diary might not be in the cellar at all, but outside? Or perhaps the cellar they were currently in was somehow special?
Angel did not believe that he or Luigi possessed the kind of constitution that caused accidents wherever they went.
Yet reality seemed to be slapping him in the face.
If they did not have accident-prone constitutions, why was it so easy for everyone else to find the diary, while it became difficult the moment it came to them?
Moreover, under normal circumstances, even if Shoke's diary was not placed somewhere conspicuous, it would at least be kept in a distinctive location, as though its very purpose was to be seen by whoever entered.
But this cellar had neither conspicuous spots nor distinctive places. Where could the diary be hidden?
As Angel pondered, Luigi once again reached the scene of "the priest playing the confession song amid flames." Solemn and grave, sacred and decadent, fervent and despairing... all the emotions that had been suppressed were released in that instant.
Especially when this confession song in the face of doom was played within this sealed cellar, its lingering echoes reverberated without end, like the priest's reluctant final farewell to this sinful world.
He had clearly loved life and been loyal to the gods, yet in the end he became a Black Sheep Demon and turned to ashes amid the flames.
Absurd and helpless.
Even though Angel did not know the backstory of the "Black Sheep Confession Song," he could not help but be moved when he heard this part. Much less when he already knew the story behind it—the