A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World

The diary was very long. It recorded her grandmother"s journey growing up as an innocent maiden. That indescribable feeling made Connie"s emotions float along with it too.

Grandma and Master"s connections and separations didn"t resemble a pair of lovers. It looked more like a compet.i.tion between a wanderer and his follower.

They had never told each other their feelings. Even their conversations were limited.

Every conversation was recorded in the diary in detail, even his mannerisms and tone of voice, as if she was trying to remember his voice and looks.

Her grandmother was lowly and humble.

But she was doing all this happily and blissfully, as if she was chasing after her faith.

Connie had heard her grandmother talk about the Hairless Monk when she was young, and more than once at that.

It was just that she had no idea in the stories that grandma told her, even if she didn"t go through it herself, she was also a close observer.

And the Master who was getting increasingly powerful in her diary was once unparalleled and dominant, yet he also was gentle at times.

Connie could only regain her wits after reading through half of the first diary. Judging from the time frame, perhaps she should start reading from the back so she could find out more about her brother.

However, just as Connie was about to close the diary, she came to a page that was written with a messy handwriting and full of corrections.

Grandma"s words were very delicate, and there were rarely corrections in the diary.

However, this page was very confusing and messy, and there were many lines that were completely corrected. The tip of the pen seemed to be piercing through the pages like in that b.l.o.o.d.y letter.

What"s happening here? Connie looked at that messy handwriting. She could almost sense her grandmother"s fear as she read on.

“Crazy! Crazy! They were all crazy…

“They were dancing a terrifying dance around the altar, and making weird sounds in their mouths.

“Many people who died horribly were hanging on the gallows. Everyone had a weird and excited smile on their face… including children. With their blood-red eyes, they seemed to be possessed by the devil as they danced and shouted tirelessly.

“The terrifying shadow engulfed the entire Urba Tribe. I seemed to have seen an indescribable thing in that shadow. It had a head that looked like an octopus. It had… (It was a patch of messy corrections. Ink had covered almost every word).

“That had to be the devil!

“They were wors.h.i.+ping the evil G.o.d, and selling their souls to the devil before they descended into madness.

“They discovered us, and started to dash toward us…

“They wanted to eat us. Through their eyes, I was certain that they had seen us as food.

“Rex stood in front of me to make them back off.

“However, they were not fazed by him. They continued to pounce at us like hungry wolves.

“I saw that scary existence in the shadow. It seemed to be staring at us. I seemed to have seen death in that instance when we looked into each other"s eyes. I also saw an unparalleled ancient and vast world. There… (It was still a patch of heavy correction. Only a few terms like huge city and sea surface could be vaguely understood).

“Dead…

“Everyone was dead…

“They began to kill each other in their madness while Rex brought me to the high ground.

“We could hear the scary sounds that came from the canyon. I could sense his fear. We huddled together, but we could only sense fear and coldness from each other.

“The scary noises continued till the next morning before they slowly went away. The shadow that engulfed the Urba Tribe also disappeared.

“We returned to the canyon again and saw an extremely terrifying scene…

“Almost everyone in the tribe was dead, and they had died horribly. Most of them had died from biting and tearing into each other. Not one complete body could be seen.

“But some of them were not dead. They detected our scent, and launched a crazy attack on us again.

“Rex didn"t run this time.

“He killed those orcs who had descended into madness before he lit a fire and brought me out of there…

“The devil in the shadow killed everyone in the Urba Tribe…

“This was a terrifying trade… terrifying trade…”

The diary stopped suddenly. Connie lowered the diary to her knees slowly. She could only feel her back and forehead were soaked by cold sweat. Fear flooded her heart, and that horrible scene kept gus.h.i.+ng up in her mind.

So, the Urba Tribe wasn"t ma.s.sacred by her master. It was annihilated in a mysterious and terrifying sacrificial ritual.

However, the only two witnesses had never told anyone the truth.

Perhaps what they saw in the shadow was too terrifying, so they didn"t dare to tell the world. Rex even rather carried the notorious name of a ma.s.s murderer.

What was the devil in that shadow? Connie frowned. She hesitated for a moment before she continued reading the diary.

The diary wasn"t updated for many days after that day. The occasional records were only: “I dreamt about that horrible place again…”.

The diary didn"t record what the dream was about, but her grandmother was bothered by that dream for almost a year. She only resumed writing a new diary after that.

The Hairless Monk became notorious after annihilating the Urba Tribe. Even in the chaotic tribal war times, he became the orcs" public enemy.

Grandma was grounded by her father because of that. She was not allowed to leave the tribe.

Her three-year journey of pursuing Rex seemed to have ended there.

Just like the words that he said to her when he sent her to the cliff beyond the tribe: “Perhaps we will not see each other ever again”.

From then on, Connie"s grandmother had never seen him again.

Of course, very few people had ever seen him again too.

Another three years later, she married the tribe"s youngest and bravest warrior. That warrior later became the chief, who was also Connie"s grandfather.

Her married life was calm and graceful. There was no more craziness and danger, and she had never left the tribe again.

The diary flowed on like a river, with a hint of blissfulness among the calmness, but it seemed to lack some kind of flavor when compared to before.

The huge events in the Falk Tribe and names that Connie was familiar with one after another began to appear in the diary. However, she seemed to be like a visitor who was recording all this down calmly, without any heart throbbing.

Rex"s name, together with that terrible night, never appeared in the diary again.

Connie put down the first diary, and then picked up the third diary. She flipped to the center right away.

She read that her grandma seemed to be rather happy when Connie was born. However, the diary recorded as such: “She"s such an ugly and dark little thing. However, what could I do, it"s my granddaughter after all. Let"s hope she will get prettier as she grows up. Little Connie, Grandma gave you this name. Grow up soon, and then you must go and see the world out there.”

Erm… Connie looked at that dark and ugly description in silence for a long time before she flipped over to a new page quietly.

In the rest of the diary, she became the character who appeared the most frequently. The first time that she spoke, the first time that she walked, the first time that she lost a tooth… all these could be found in her grandmother"s diary.

Tears dropped from the corner of Connie"s eyes before landing onto that graceful handwriting on the parchment.

She continued reading. Suddenly, the style of the page changed again, and the messy handwriting appeared once again.

“He killed that dog, and then hung it on the gallows. The existence in the shadows appeared… once again…”