“Sho, I made that person sad.”

“Meow.”

As if understanding Elisia’s words, Sho cried. It seemed to be asking, ‘Why?’

“I’m sure Illeona must be disappointed in me.”

Elisia reflected on Rona, who appeared in her memories. She lived each day without feeling the impending fate of death, without anxiety. The most significant factor influencing Rona’s choices was the survival instinct of ‘I must stay alive.’ Even in the midst of it all, thinking that she could return to the world inside the book, Rona’s actions were bold.

Elisia gently touched her face with her hand.

What expression would she be wearing? Surely, she would have an indifferent face that people admired as the priestess of the holy god.

He once said that it was not difficult to make her smile, but, in reality, it was quite challenging for her. Has she ever smiled like that in her life? Elisia had no memories of experiencing joyful and pleasant moments that were worthy of a smile.

Even when she was Rona, she never saw herself making such a smiling face. The difference in feeling must be tremendous; she could only imagine it.

“Phew.”

“Meow.”

As she sighed, Sho, again, cried as if it knew something, lying on Elisia’s leg, showing its belly.

“Hehe.”

Elisia chuckled at Sho’s cute antics, and Sho hopped up onto the desk.

“Meow-ow.”

At the long cry, Elisia quickly picked up Sho in her arms.

“No, you can’t. If you cry like that at night, you’ll be kicked out.”

“Meow.”

This time, Sho turned its body away from her arms and clung to the drawer with its front paws.

“Oh, come to think of it.”

Elisia opened the drawer and carefully touched the corner of the drawer with her nails. Then, a thin note lying beneath was revealed as the thin wooden board made a slight sound.

“Phew. Fortunately, it’s still here.”

After the accident on the way to Grerosa, quite some time had passed. If another priest had used this room, her belongings might have been lost. Elisia, being in a missing state, kept this room vacant, expressing her wish for her return.

Elisia flipped through the cover of the neat note.

Her familiar handwriting was visible, but the beginning was slightly crooked as it was written when she was much younger.

“One day, Elisia loses her memory due to an accident. And coincidentally, she encounters Illeona.”

It started with a contextless sentence; it was what was commonly known as a delusion note.

Maybe when she was twelve?

Before the New Year’s ceremony that year, Mariela, who had attended the prayer meeting, came to the prayer room to find Elisia.

“What have you been up to lately?”

“I’m almost done studying the scriptures.”

“I see.”

There were no games for kids to play inside the temple. Elisia was in the early stages of adolescence at that time.

It was when she harbored bitter feelings towards her mother who made her live like this.

“Elisia, if you have free time, try writing. Why? To check it next time you come?”
“No. It’s not like that. I just…”

As Bolmen’s tone became more pleading, Mariela’s beautiful eyes widened with a mix of apology and sadness.

“It’s said that written wishes hold powerful magic. Anything.”

After Mariela left, Elysia was upset. However, there was no one inside Hardumsha who would indulge her whims. Despite being young, Elysia occasionally spoke as if she were twenty-seven, the age of her mother’s possession. It was what Mariela had advised her to say.

However, as this lifestyle continued endlessly for several years, she couldn’t ignore the emotional development appropriate for her original age. There was no way to control the stifled feelings.

So she wrote this note.

She wrote down things that Mariela would dislike. It was a sort of rebellious and forbidden revelry.

As time passed, when her girlhood sentiments grew a little, they were reflected in the contents.

Suddenly, Sho seemed to be reading the written words, peering into them.

“Don’t look. It’s embarrassing.”

“Meow.”

Elysia covered the note, intending to put it back into the drawer, but she spread it on the desk instead.

Pulling out a pen, Elysia wrote in the empty space.