Kallen opened the wooden box on the desk, turned the black notebook to its latest page, picked up his fountain pen, and wrote:
"Although I've always done my utmost to conceal my identity, more and more people are still learning who I am.
I don't consider this a failure of concealment, because I never chose absolute concealment. Hiding is merely a means for me, not my goal.
Most importantly, among those who know my identity, some would see through me no matter how well I hid it, such as my grandmother in the Guman Family.
The Alt Family's bloodline ability is truly formidable. Even if I wore a mask when meeting her, she would probably still recognize me.
Apart from those people, the others merely know me through some of my other identities.
I suppose I should feel alarmed, frightened, and uneasy about this situation.
But the truth is, I don't.
If you want to seek out scenery you like along the road, you'll naturally leave your own footprints behind..."
When he reached that sentence, Kallen hesitated, feeling that it wasn't quite elegant enough to close today's entry.
He knew the things he wrote would soon be read by the cat, dog, and radio at home, so he had started paying attention to their reading experience, too.
He crossed out the last sentence,
then wrote beneath it:
"You stand on a bridge watching the scenery; someone watching the scenery watches you from upstairs."
Kallen nodded, put away his fountain pen, and returned the notebook to its place.
After stretching, Kallen returned to his bedroom, just as Xili knocked on the door.
"Young Master."
"What is it?"
"Do you need me to bring in and put away that trunk you brought back?"
A trunk? What trunk?
*Oh, that trunk. I actually