"His diary...?"
"Hmmm~."
I knew about this book, this one diary that mom talked about on rare nights.
She told me stories of how dad writes this special diary from even before the time she met him and he wrote this special diary till I was born.
I can tell this one red book, this leather cover that looks practically ancient but, at the same time, well preserved.
I can tell from the look, the smell, this feeling when I touch this diary, and this special kind of connection I could feel with it.
It is also a dungeon artifact that he found a long, long time ago... from maybe his early childhood days when he hadn't even met Rein's grandma.
He wrote his life in this one, from his point of view. From the first thing he could remember from his childhood, the destruction of his family and village, his darkness, to the process where he found his light.
