"Now that is done with, should I try getting out?"
In a safe way obviously.
Bang!
Fists still persisted in slamming the shut door.
Ignoring it. I rummaged through the drawers, some were closed, but by borrowing a bundle of keys from Riria, they opened with no resistance.
"Hmm, more logs?"
Laying all the logs in chronological order, I began by reading the very first and newest.
There wasn't really a way for me to get out, and these logs could give me a clue, so it wouldn't hurt to at least check.
[Log#1
The Organisation has strayed from its usual shady practices and dealings, the budget had exponentially grew, but all of it was invested in this newly developed research lab that the one reading is currently in]
...Seems more like a diary, but whatever.
[Log#2
New researcher assistant Riria Leze had brought in the research material we were supposed to experiment on, the boss gave us orders to create an aphrodisiac and to test with it]
'Aphrodisiac?'
Flipping through the next page, it didn't have any research results, only after turning the page 15 times and reading some strange developments with the research assistant and the head researcher. I finally landed on something interesting.
[Log#17
We succeeded! The aphrodisiac was built and extremely easy at that! I heard that sales increased by 890%! And it is expected to reach even higher than that I hear!]
'I wonder how strong it is for it to affect sales this much...'
They obviously marketed it heavily in the underworld and alleyways but nonetheless still impressive, even if it were a disgusting practice.
'Well, the aphrodisiac itself isn't a bad invention for inept men unable to satisfy their wives'
But in this context, it was absolutely bad.
Clearing my throat a couple of times, the page flipped and revealed the next log, seeing it as insignificant build up, I skimmed right through it until I landed on an interesting log.
[Log#31
The money made from sales was used to buy the famous 'Assassins Of Layla'! I didn't even know we even had that sort of connection. The salary I get from the organisation is not enough, I will ask for a raise the following day]
What a way to set up a red flag.
[Log#32
My request...was rejected]
Surprise surprise. Who would have truly guessed?
[However!]
Oh god, not the cliché catch.
[They gave us a new task and project to work on, if we do it and succeed, then we will get a big sum! Finally, my wife can rest easy if she could survive just a few months more....]
Something tells me she didn't survive.
"Wait"
I stopped reading and pondered a hole in the plot.
"If he's a researcher, couldn't he create or buy medicine?"
Skills like these could get him to places, after all. Creating a new aphrodisiac in just 15 suspected days was a phenomenal performance and display of talent.
And as I said before, the achievement and creation of an aphrodisiac should not be undermined simply because of how others perceived it.
"His resume checks out. So there is no way anyone would reject working with a man like this"
It could only mean one thing.
He couldn't save his wife from whatever ailment tormented her through ordinary means.
"Could it be a curse?"
Curses were a strange phenomenon, in that they always appeared randomly when a living being is born, and I mean it when saying. Completely random.
They could of course be artificially implanted into someone with resources, but the subject was more likely to die due to being incompatible.
I rapidly fleshed through the pages, scrolling line by line until.
[Log#189
We....succeeded, subject A288 has been implanted with the lust demon's blood, the blood was observed to curse and rattle the subject. But after many brainwashing spells and memory erasure spells...
At the moment I kept reading, bile could be felt riling up my throat as my eyes kept absorbing the words inside.
She was stabilised and obedient to the organisation]
I flip through the page. Peeking at my rescue target.
[Log#190
I stormed in and asked for my promised sum of money to rent the services of the divine physician overseas, I was rejected, however. Thanks to my assistant now turned into a rank suitable to mine fighting and pulling all sorts of strings which I did not know she even wielded. I got the sum of money]
"....."
I kept my silence throughout the reading of logs, the sense of urgency I had before had thoroughly erased itself from the roots of my mind.
Time kept stretching as deathly silence kept eerily pricking my nape.
[Log#200
The head researcher Quas Peli died, the death had been sudden. But I knew and the Organisation knew that it wasn't that simple, the divine physician's daughter had been the one to presumably kill him or so the 'boss' suspects, the reason for this suspicion remains classified as 'unknown']
I glanced at Riria, she was likely the one to having started writing in place of Quas Peli.
'But then, why did she answer with Greed and Lust?'
Reading this and having only one more page, it didn't seem like Riria cared about any of this.
Flick!
The light above me flickered out for a split second. Tremors shook the entire room, yet I kept my hand steady and flicked the last page to show itself.
[Log#263
Torn pieces of parchment could be seen at the center of document stitched together with multiple other logs like a diary one would buy from a bookstore.
To make sure I do not die like the head researcher whose wishes I respect even to this cumbersome day, I shall make myself a figure so important that the Organisation would have no choice but to send the best of the best to make sure to protect me, their cow that they milked. Then, once I can go overseas.
The rest of the lines of the paper accommodated only one smeared red messy sentence.
I
WILL
KILL
THE DIVINE PHYSICIAN
AND
HIS ENTIRE
BLOODLINE
The page ended with only that sentence haunting my conscience for a few stunned moments.
I tried chuckling, but only an astonished heave of breath escaped me.