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#—Alfe’s Perspective—#

When I returned to my dorm room, I unlocked the top drawer of my desk and took out my diary.

I had found it during a shopping trip just before enrolling at Canalford Academy. The cover was the same color as the leaves of the Dragon Tree—just like Leafa’s eyes. But the flowers on it weren’t their usual red. Instead, they were golden, the same color as my eye.

The shopkeeper had said they sometimes added one or two of the golden flowers on purpose during seasonal transitions for good luck. But to me, it had felt like destiny—like the diary had been waiting just for me.

That’s why I wanted this diary to be one meant for me and Leafa. Ever since I enrolled, it had become my habit to write in it as if I were writing to her.

“Today was another wonderful day.”

As I spoke, I held my hand over the diary, and the simple formula Leafa had inscribed responded to my aether, unlocking the diary. I’d asked her to make it so the lock would only react to her and my aether.

I picked up my favorite glass pen, dipped it into ink the same color as Dragon Tree leaves, and began to imagine what I wanted to write about today.

The way Leafa, glowing with golden aether even brighter than the sparkling white light of morning, gave me the biggest smile as she told me that my Lemures and Hom’s Altered were complete—

And how, that afternoon, the evaluation of our two Mecha Soldiers scored far higher than Leafa had ever imagined.

And how it was officially decided that Leafa would be able to fight alongside us in Arkecius, which she loved so much.

I was so, so happy. I threw my arms around her, laughed with all my heart, and celebrated with her again and again—but even then, I still hadn’t told her everything. My heart was always overflowing with things I wanted to share with Leafa, and no matter how much I said, it never felt like enough… So I put those feelings into words, letting my pen carry them across the page.

So that when we’re grown up one day, Leafa and I can look back together and remember everything about the “now.” So that this diary, and I, can always remember every day we spent together.

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