"What's so strange about that?" the man on the other side said. "The story of how you were coerced by an evil spirit into handing over the 'Left Palm,' resulting in the deaths of your younger sister and girlfriend, is required memorization in our history classes."
"It shows just how untrustworthy evil spirits are, and how one must be exceedingly cautious when cooperating with them."
Hearing this, Ash felt the urge to curse.
His embarrassing past had actually been passed down among the Darkness Clan as a textbook example for nearly a thousand years. He did not dare imagine how many Marrow Eaters had read articles about him throughout history while calling him a fucking idiot.
Perhaps he was already famous among the Marrow Eaters as a complete moron.
The man seemed to understand Ash's expression and nodded. "Yes, exactly as you thought. We all think you're an idiot."
"Just like this time, when you handed the Incantation to a bar girl while drunk, worsening the revival of the evil spirits."
"The evil spirit passage had only just become active. They would not have been able to enter the human world in large numbers so quickly, and we still had plenty of time to make plans."
"But because of your stupidity, another great evil spirit, one comparable to the Father of Evil Spirits, now has enough helpers."
"It and Baal—two powerful evil spirits—have ordered all their underlings to find you."
"So hand it over already!"
Ash rubbed his forehead in frustration and said helplessly, "I've told you countless times. I used that wooden plaque long ago, when I lost my hand. How else do you think I survived?"
"As for the Book of Evil Spirits, sorry, but I'll shut down the mess I created myself."
"Let them come if they