Chapter 295: Not a Great Impression
"Frank, if those people were as ruthless, ridiculously powerful, and intelligent as you say, why didn't they just kill your ancestor to silence him?"
"Exactly. They left your ancestor alive, and clearly he didn't keep his promise either. Otherwise, how would you know? Who knows whether he told anyone else, besides telling his descendants stories in his old age?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sounds like that super organization of yours wasn't so cold-blooded after all..."
His friends teased and heckled him, making Frank's boasts seem decidedly shaky.
"Well, nothing is absolute. In the story passed down through my family, that Mentor actually was a pretty decent person... all right, I admit I took some artistic liberties!"
"Hahahaha... finally telling the truth, huh? The real explanation is that you made the whole story up!"
"Exactly... how could anything like that exist..."
His friends burst into laughter again, and the girl he had a crush on was laughing too. With the professor absent, the class had become free time, and everyone was having fun. But Frank was losing face.
"It's true! Look it up online if you don't believe me. There aren't many records, though."
Someone asked Frank for the correct spelling, then pulled out a phone and entered it into a search engine as a joke.
"You've got to be kidding. It really exists! But there aren't many records... wait..."
One girl stopped smiling.
There wasn't much information online, not even enough to fill the first page of search results on her phone, but the contents were rather unexpected.
Some entries did accuse Dawn of wrongdoing, but they were all autobiographical accounts or unsupported claims, with little clarity about the surrounding events.
Many of the remaining entries, however, described it as hope in the darkness...
"This has