The Demon's Menu-Chapter 874: Sonata Rising

Chapter 874: Chapter 57: Sonata Rising

Chapter 874 -57: Sonata Rising

Jason watched Losa11 whisper softly, such scrutiny undisguised, and quickly noticed by Losa11.

He turned his head and scratched the back of his head.

"Am I really pathetic?”

Saying that, Losa11 let out a bitter laugh.

"I’m a coward.”

"Afraid of my father, my eldest brother, and of death.”

"Or rather, I’m afraid of all unknowns.”

"And then I thought, are those who have experienced death afraid, too?”

"So, I hope to bless them, let them rest in peace, at least… not be afraid.”

Losa11 said this very seriously.

After he finished speaking, the eleventh in line to the Losa Family inheritance embarrassingly lowered his head.

But the words continued.

"Isn’t this hypocritical of me?”

"After all, I started everything.”

"Now I’m pretending to be merciful… I’m truly the epitome of hypocrisy.”

Losa11’s voice became even more somber.

Jason’s gaze didn’t waver.

He saw Losa11 quietly reach up to touch the corner of his eye.

Undeterred, a Losa11 who would cry on his thigh showed he clearly didn’t want anyone to see him like this.

"I’m hungry.”

No comforting.

No persuasion.

And no complaining.

Jason said so.

Losa11, who was hanging his head, was startled and then laughed.

"That’s very much your style, Jason.”

As Losa11 spoke, he waved a hand.

Immediately, the furniture in the boardroom disappeared.

In their place appeared a double sofa and a small round table.

On the table, there were a jar and a plate.

In the jar, alcohol.

In the plate, meat.

The alcohol was strong.

The meat was roasted.

Losa11 walked past the round table and sat on the sofa, while Jason sat directly on the floor.

Losa11 lifted the alcohol jar slightly above his head, gesturing to the twinkling, brilliant ‘stars,’ to the dark, deep night sky, and then, he gestured to Jason.

After that, he drank it all in one go.

Jason doesn’t drink; he picked up the roast meat and chewed heartily.

Quickly, the alcohol and meat on the table were swept clean by the two of them.

Then came the second serving.

Losa11 again lifted the jar above his head.

The next time was the same.

After three times, Losa11’s straight back collapsed, he leaned on the sofa like a slug stuck there.

Losa11’s face was no longer somber.

What remained was discomfort and… avoidance.

He was nothing but trash.

Trash that couldn’t change anything.

What else could he do but escape?

Better off drinking.

Drunk, you don’t know anything.

Everything passes.

And when you’re sober?

We’ll talk about that then.

If he really doesn’t know what to do, then just keep getting drunk.

This is how Losa11 had lived all these years.

He’s prepared to continue living this way.

Another pot of strong alcohol to drink.

A burning pain.

Even though it wasn’t the first mouthful, it still choked Losa11.

Cough, cough cough!

Losa11 turned his head away, coughing loudly

He naturally knew basic table manners.

But Jason was faster, shielding the roast meat in his arms, turning his body, his back toward Losa11.

This scene made Losa11 utterly helpless.

"At this moment, shouldn’t you be concerned about me?”

"I’m choking here!”

"Do I matter less than a plate of roast meat?”

Losa11 emphasized.

"No.”

Jason replied without hesitation, immediately causing Losa11 to roll his eyes.

Then, Jason explained gravely.

"You are alive, you can move, and you are conscious.”

"And it?”

"It’s at its final moment in this world. As food, its ultimate mission is to be eaten, and as someone who helps it fulfill this mission, I should treat it with care.”

Jason said, examining the roast meat in the plate closely before swallowing it.

Watching Jason chew, and hearing the crunch, Losa11 blinked.

He thought Jason made a lot of sense, but wanted to object to something.

After careful thought, he didn’t know what to object to.

In the end, he could only pour the alcohol in his hand into his mouth.

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"Your food has a mission, my alcohol does too.”

While drinking, Losa11 spoke.

Then, this time, Losa11 didn’t drink it all.

When there was half left in the jar, he paused, his head still held high, just staring blankly at the night sky.

The sky that was previously dark, with only a few ‘stars’ twinkling, was now completely lit up.

Sheets upon sheets of blue and white glow.

Like the blue sky and white clouds of daytime.

Many more had passed away.

At a rate far exceeding Losa11’s expectations.

And far beyond the number Losa11 expected.

Tears uncontrollably began to flow.

He quickly wiped them away, hung his head, and started drinking again.

This time, he didn’t gulp it all in one go.

But just hung his head, taking small sips.

When half of the alcohol in the jar had disappeared again, Losa11 couldn’t help but ask Jason, who had started eating the twelfth portion of roast meat: “Is there really no way to change it?”

"Yes.”

"If you are strong enough.”

"When you’re the one making the rules, you can then.”

Jason chewed on the meat in his mouth, giving a mumbled ‘standard answer’.

"It’s difficult, right?”

Losa11 curled up on the sofa again.

"Then just watch.”

Jason said crisply.

"But I feel a bit uncomfortable… not content? Not exactly… Compassion? It doesn’t seem like that either… I don’t know what it is, I just feel very uncomfortable right now.”