Sean's mouth twitched as a great wave of melancholy washed over him.
Big brother, could you be a little more reliable?
Though we're essentially both Sean, isn't this far too unreliable of you—didn't you do anything proper at all?
Don't tell me you spent decades in Avalon doing nothing but soaking in hot springs with Dorniya?
"Day fourteen: soaked in hot springs with Dorniya."
Sean: ...
He did not know whether to laugh or cry. Naturally, he understood his own personality. If there was nothing urgent going on, then this diary was... fairly realistic.
But obviously, that was not the case—was there something wrong with Avalon? Or was there inherently something wrong with the authority of the God of Time?
Sean continued reading.
"Day fifteen: soaked in hot springs with Dorniya—I'm confused now. Am I the one soaking, or the one being soaked? Also, Dorniya sometimes gives me a strange feeling—why is this girl so experienced?"
"Day sixteen: soaked in hot springs with Dorniya—that strange feeling is becoming increasingly obvious. Whenever I'm with Dorniya, I always feel like something is off. It's not because Dorniya is too experienced, but I can't put that feeling into words. It's weird."
"Day seventeen: didn't go soak in hot springs with Dorniya today. I went to her palace instead. Just like when I first visited it, it was still gloomy and sinister—completely unlike Dorniya herself. Is it because she's the guardian of the swamp, so her palace has to match?"
"Day eighteen: suggested renovating Dorniya's palace. She didn't really care either way. Mainly because I want to—whenever I sleep over there at night, it always feels like I'm sleeping in mud. Dorniya is so fair and clean-looking; how can she be so unconcerned about these things? Then again, perhaps fairies don't need to care