[Mountains calendar, June 1, 6798]
The Demon Game didn't care whether we loved this world, nor did it care whether we hated the game. It seemed to want nothing more than for us not to hate the living beings here.
What exactly did it want us to do?
"Wait for a war."
That was the conclusion we reached after countless discussions.
[Mountains calendar, July 7, 6798]
I really don't want to take part in the Demon Game. Sometimes a single game means staying inside for months. How did she endure it?
[Mountains calendar, August 19, 6798]
I heard her nightmare changed.
[Mountains calendar, September 1, 6798]
She bought a few bottles of sleeping potion from me.
[Mountains calendar, September 16, 6798]
Today I asked Maple Sugar whether she actually didn't dislike her, but admired her instead.
Maple Sugar: "Watch your filthy mouth."
Funny. I hadn't even said who I meant, and she was already getting worked up.
[Mountains calendar, October 12, 6798]
How were the dark circles under her eyes even worse than mine?
[Mountains calendar, November 1, 6798]
What exactly was the new nightmare?
During our gatherings, she often sat in a corner staring into space, as quiet as a cold, soft snowflake.
What was tormenting her?
[Mountains calendar, December 15, 6798]
She said she could see how happy another version of herself was.
The diary ended there.
Yu Xunge closed her eyes and leaned against the crooked tree trunk, the [Furious Moon] she used for light swaying gently beside her ear.
The words on the diary's final page seemed branded into her mind like magic runes, impossible to dispel.
Was she happy? It was a question she had never considered.
*Was it that the fragments the Demon Game showed Mountains