Last night I had a dream.

  I dream of a grass field.

  I was walking barefoot.

  It was sunny. It was a blue sky with some clouds creating an unusual pattern.

  I kept walking, running, and enjoying myself.

  It was different from my reality.

  I was not sick.

  I was not weak.

  I was healthy.

  That was why I instinctively knew that I was in a dream.

  Although I knew it, I still wanted to enjoy it a bit more.

  Then, as I walked across that vast grassy field, I suddenly arrived at a rock formation.

  In the middle of that formation lay a rusty iron rod.

  In my dream, I mindlessly walked toward that iron rod as I was enhanced by it.

  Then, when I came to stand within arm's reach of that iron rod, I came back to my mind as if I was released from the spell.

  I tried to look around, yet I could not. My gaze kept on that iron rod.

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  Then, I extended my hand to that Iron sword; however, before I could touch it, my hand was halted.

  I looked up.

  I saw a person. Yes, it was a person, yet I could not see her face.

  I still remember her words, she said to me at that time.

  “You do not have permission yet.”

  Although I could not see her face, I knew she was smiling at me.

  As I was at a loss, looking at her, she playfully put her pointing finger on my nose.

  “You needed to pass the test first.”

  I felt like she pushed my nose a bit when she said that.

  With just a slight push from her, I fall backward. Then, I began to fall further. It was dark. It was too deep. That hole I fall into.

  “It's your choice to make, child. I hope you leave no regret.”

  With this sentence, I found myself bathed in a light.

  It was no longer dark.

  It was no longer cold.

  It was warm.

  I could feel the warmth I grew accustomed to.

  That was the warmth I have been longing for.

  When I was enjoying it, it came abruptly to an end.

  I tried to open my eyes. However, I could not.

  It was long after that I could open my eyes.

  I could open my eyes. The sun was already falling in the West.

  Looking at the West, I began to resent the West. I resented the clergy faction. I resented Duke Ellon.

  It was because of them, it was because of him, that I fell into this miserable state.

  After a while, I shifted my gaze toward the entrance.

  My attention was drawn to the writing utensils. I could even see a book. Everything was neatly arranged.

  They were not here the last time I woke up.

  It might be prepared by my helper.

  Although everything was a simple set, I could see that they chose it with great care.

  I tried to use it, and it was easy to use.

  That was why I decided to write this diary. It is to kill time, to relieve my boredom, to leave something of myself.

  I even read the book.

  It was a comedy genre.

  It was about a hunter getting tricked by his prey.

  It was a good book.

  Will they bring me new books?

  I wanted to read more.

  I hope they will bring some more books.

  I am looking forward to our ‘next meeting’.

  Usually, I would go out and take a walk around the hut.

  However, today, I got distracted by this book and missed my chance to venture out.

  I am getting tired now.

  I will enter the coma soon.

  I hope I can meet you when I wake up next time, my helper.