「... Where is this place?」
A white space lit up blindingly brightly. However, it is very clear that this is not my own room nor the school infirmary.
The reason I know this is because the place my body has been lying horizontally until now is not a soft bed, but a bathtub filled with lukewarm water. It has quite an angular shape and looks just like a coffin, but it still has a stylish feel to it in its own sort of way, doesn’t it? Not that I would want one in my house.
This pointlessly spacious room is lined with bathtubs identical to the one that I was subrged in. Quite the original idea for a bathroom.
By the way, when I beca conscious, I raised the upper half of my body, leaving only my lower half in the bathtub. Of course, because I’ve been subrged in water, I’m nude.
This is bad, I’ll definitely catch a cold at this rate... No, I really can’t process the current situation.
「Calm down, I’m not old enough to be growing senile... Try to rember what happened today...」
According to my mory, today’s date is the 14th of May. The fated Monday that cos for students after they spend their weekends working at part-ti jobs.
However, for , this is the Monday I have been eagerly awaiting, in other words, the day I attend my university.
The reason for that is because I have a beautiful girlfriend. She transcends the number one position for cuteness in the world, and I am very, very proud of her.
A miraculously pretty face that suits black twin-tails even after she has beco a university student. A small, delicate body that any man would feel a desire to protect. She is such a sweet, fragile girl, but she possesses courage and purity that drives her to make an obento just for . A truly ideal girlfriend.
She is far too good a girlfriend for soone like , but even so, a girlfriend is a girlfriend!
That’s right, that’s why I went to university today, looking forward to her handmade obento. Lectures? I don’t care about those; I did attend them but I have no recollection of their contents whatsoever. I could not care less.
And then cos the long-awaited lunch break. Our eting place is a suitable classroom sowhere in the university. We usually spend our wonderful lunchtis in a secret place outside that only the two of us know about, but today, rain is pouring down as if to curse our destined love.
Well, it does not change the fact that I can eat her handmade obento, so it is a trivial matter.
「Here, Zenichi-kun.」
And as I open the obento that my girlfriend offers with her usual doll-like, expressionless face, yet another disaster befalls .
「Th-this is...」
The entire obento is brown. Its contents tell that no attention has been paid to its colors or nutritional balance, possessing only the intent of simply feeding a starving male student.
How strange. What she normally makes is a heart drawn on top of a bed of rice using mysterious pink flakes, an obento that is an incredibly straightforward sign of affection.
She does not skimp on the side dishes; using frozen food is out of the question. On top of being concerned about the colors and nutritional balance, she is also fussy over how it appears. Wieners are turned into octopuses while apples are turned into rabbits.
And yet, what I can feel from the food in front of is not love, but a sense of obligation, as if to say,「I only made this because I had to.」
Could it be that she is planning to break up with today...?
「I-I’m sorry, it seems that my mother made a mistake and handed my brother’s one...」
And then she unexpectedly follows up with so panicked words.
I see, she lives with her parents, and I have also heard before that she has a younger brother whose appearance causes those around him to misunderstand him, though he’s a good child at heart.
With the chaos that happens in the morning, these kinds of mistakes and accidents can happen from ti to ti, I suppose.
「Oh no, if that’s the case then it can’t be helped, and I’m not bothered!」
If there were not such circumstances that I could understand, in the next mont I might have been crying. Joking aside, I would really cry.
「By the way, is it alright for to eat this obento?」
「Y-yes... I only want Zenichi-kun to eat things that I’ve made, but... it’s okay.」
To , the words she says, that she wants to only eat things that she has made, make incredibly glad to be have been born as a man. It’s fine, if that’s how you feel, I will gladly eat any food!
Trembling with emotion, I try to say,「Itadakimasu」– Ah, that’s right, it was at this mont.
「–?!」
I was assaulted by a headache. It was so terrible and powerful that any words I use to describe it would fall short.
The pain was unprecedented, incomparable, fierce enough to overturn the sky and the ground, but the only things that were overturned were the brown stamina-obento and my body.
The pain should have made forget everything, including the simple fact that I fell pathetically onto the floor of the classroom.
However, I one thing I can rember clearly is my girlfriend’s face as she was clinging onto , crying and screaming. This is the worst, to make her cry so much – As I regretted this from the bottom of my heart, my consciousness blacked out.
And when I ca to, I found myself in this mysterious bathroom. At least according to my mory, that is how these events are linked.
In any case, I must see her right away. I have to tell her, I’m sorry for worrying you, I’m fine, please don’t cry anymore.
However, these mysterious circumstances will not let do so.
If I were simply in a hospital room, I would have just rushed outside. But I have absolutely no idea where this place is. Where do I have to go to et her? No, to begin with, where on earth am I?
My head is filling up with these questions, and as I co to the conclusion that I should act rather than think –
「No way! You really woke up?!」
The echoing, high-pitched voice of a girl fills the room.
When I turn around, I see a girl with long, ocean-blue hair standing there.
The striking color of her hair draws my attention, but the thing that concerns more is her appearance. She is wearing a suit of armor and helt that makes want to ask, just which RPG is she from?
I want to comnt that this is quite a lot of effort to put into a cosplay, but the silver base of the armor has decorations and patterns drawn in blue lines that are the sa color as the girl’s hair; it has the luster of real tal and she looks as if she is accustod to wearing it. Each ti she takes a step, a heavy sound rings out from the armor.
「Uwah, what should I do... I just tampered with it randomly...」
The female knight has approached to stand right in front of , mumbling things to herself along the way. Her shining golden eyes are looking directly at .
「I am Fiora, what is your na? Oh my, there is no way that a Homunculus who has just opened his eyes could answer –」
「I’m Akabane Zenichi. Hey, could you tell where on earth this place is?」
– And so I t her. Her full na is Fiora Theo Nanablast.
She is the woman who would later beco my wife, but I think there is no need to detail my mories with her here. They are already known to many of Rune’s citizens, and official records have already been left at both Rune’s royal castle and at the Adventurers’ Guild.
What I am recording in this diary are nothing but my own personal mories, my feelings that nobody else needs to know about, including my wife.
This is also an expression of my hosickness for my ho country of Japan back on Earth that I can never return to. However, the thing that I regret the most is the beloved girlfriend that I had when I was but a re student.
It is no great lie to say that I loved her from the bottom of my heart. To the point that I still see her in my dreams occasionally, even now.
Despite it being a simple coincidence, an accident, I am overwheld with sha at the fact that I suddenly disappeared from her sight with no warning.
Indeed, the regret that I had when I first opened my eyes in this world, the regret that I had made her cry, even though I have reached this age of over fifty years old, still smolders in the deepest depths of my heart.
That is why I have decided to put it into writing. I know that I can never atone for it, but even so, I hope that another individual from my world who reads this can tell her my feelings.
Tell my feelings to the woman who was my beloved sweetheart. Her na – Kurono Mana.
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