[Thudding footsteps and a chair scraping against the floor.]

W-Who are you people? What are you doing he-

[A thud]

Ow! Unhand me!

[Another thump, and then a short cry. After that, there is a shuffling/dragging sound and the journal clicks off]

[[Thar, Mary has been kidnapped. She will return soon enough. ;3]]

Mm, what a lovely day. It is days like these that I like to spend in flower gardens. Although this isn't home, I might start a garden of my own somewhere. Though I am not sure what types of flowers are native to Luceti. Well, I have plenty to find out, don't I? I'd like to start by finding some of mother's favorite flowers, if they are here.

Oh, and Naoya.... how are you? Have you settled in well?

There are so many animals around here now. I must say, some of you are very c-cute. [Sneezes.]

Oh my... I think I may be allergic to one you... or possibly many of you. [Sneezes again.] This may be a bit troublesome.

[[OOC: Mwhaha... yeah, I'm sick. xD So one fo my muses has to suffer!]]

These little creatures are certainly adorable, and so very friendly. Two of them even tied a bow in my hair for me. I keep hearing that they are "pixies". What a cute word.

My congratulations go out to the bride and groom. May your lives and union be blessed with happiness. I wish you both all the luck in the world. A marriage is a beautiful thing.

Perhaps this place has its good qualities after all.

I have yet to find Gailardia, however... I will keep searching.

Oh my, wherever have I found myself now? This is certainly not the manor… it doesn’t even look like Hod at all. It is rather unsettling, and this journal is the only thing I have with me at this time. I do not know why I am writing, but at least it will calm me for the time being

Did I... die? I remember being pierced by those soldier's blades. I must have… but I did not expect there to be such pain in the afterlife as well. My back is burning…

Ah! What about Gailardia? Oh, I hope he is safe. Please do not let them have found him; he must have stayed hidden. Oh Yulia, let him have escaped that wretched battle.

Please let him be alright. If not, then this was all for nothing. He, above all others, must survive.