It was still early, and Malin, to avoid being disturbed by Matilda and her companions while reading the diary, gave the girls some money and sent them to the market to look for interesting goods.
After arranging his room to his liking, Malin began to pore over the diary. As for the father of this body he now inhabited, Malin had no idea how to face him—his child had mysteriously died, and he, a man from eight millennia ago, somehow found himself here. If this was Fate's choice, then Malin could only think that the Goddess of Fate was truly a deity with malice in her intentions.
But no matter what, Malin still had to thank this deity. At the very least, she had given him a chance—to witness the world eight millennia after his time, to gain friends who shared their hearts and livers openly, and to meet a lover whose emotions were as radiant as the sun and moon.
At the very first glance at the diary, Malin confirmed the date on its cover—it was about a century old.
