[Hello everyone, my name is Amamiya Ren. This is a very abrupt self-introdu, and holy, I think so myself.]

  [First, let me expin something. If anyone read this diary, then it must be part of the so-called "diary exposure flow." In simple terms, the diary I write will be seen by certain heroines and supp female characters. After reading it, they might gain some insights into the story or even learn something about the future.]

  [Now, this part is very important: if you're reading this diary, you o uand ohing—you are real, this world is real, and I know about your story and some future events because information about your world exists in another world. In that other world, it has been recorded by mangaka and s. That's how I know your story.]

  [These words may sound plicated, but they're crucial.]

  [After I was born and learhat my name was Amamiya Ren, I started to stay alert for any sign of a politi named Shido Masayoshi or a traitor named Akechi Goro.]

  [The result? In my fifteen years of life, I haven't found anyone named Shido Masayoshi or Akechi Goro.]

  [Great! This means this world won't be trolled by false gods, and I don't have to act as a savior.]

  [But then, I discovered that my school was called Teitan High School, and the town I lived in was Beika Town.]

  [Oh my god! Why didn't I realize I lived in Beika Town before this?!]

  [Anyway, it was this sudden realization that made me decide to pick up the notebook I received a year ago.]

  [Not for any other reason, but simply because I hope to avoid the influence of the god of death in Beika Town.]

  At this point, Ren stopped writing.

  Ending the first diary entry here felt appropriate.

  As for whether anyone would read it, Ren wrote the diary with the faint expectation that someone might.

  "This must be part of the diary exposure flow. I just hope it's not one of those sarios where it gets exposed to the entire world. That would be a disaster. If it were the 'global exposure' type, the past diary entries would've already been revealed by now."

  "Instead of calling it an exposure flow, it feels more like those sed-year middle school delusions turning into reality. You know, the kind where everything you wrote back then suddenly bees real."

  The idea of those old diary entries beiy gave him a headache.

  But this diary was different. This one was new. If it was going to follow the "exposure flow," then it had to be written with siy. Uhose over-the-top, delusiories from middle school, this one o feel genuine.

  He thought about it carefully. "If this really gets exposed, it's better to avoid writing anything embarrassing. That way, even if someone sees it, it won't be too awkward."

  ---

  In a grand vil, a girl with twin ponytails held a diary in her hands, her eyes sing the pages with i.

  "Wow~ I didn't think someone like this actually existed."

  Her curiosity iqued, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

  She was not the type to sit idly by. In fact, she was someone who could easily mobilize others with her enthusiasm.

  "Maria!"

  After a moment, a maid dressed in a Victorian-style uniform ehe girl's bedroom.

  "What is it this time, Nagi?"

  The maid, Maria, had pale pink skin and wore a servative outfit with a blue base and white ats. The uniform covered her entire body, revealing nothing of her figure except her cute fad delicate hands.

  Despite the modest attire, it was clear that Maria was an exceptionally beautiful young woman.

  "I've found something iing!" excimed the girl, Sanzenin Nagi, her eyes practically glowing with excitement.

  Maria's expression immediately darkened.

  "This child is at it again," she muttered to herself.

  Maria knew Nagi's habits all too well. Her young mistress had a short attention span and a tendency to get excited about things only to lose i just as quickly.

  Whenever Nagi became fasated by something, Maria's workload always seemed to increase.

  With a sigh, Maria asked, "So, what is it this time?"

  "I've found an iing person!" Nagi decred.

  "Huh?"

  Maria was immediately skeptical. How could Nagi, who rarely left her room, have found an iing person?

  "The windows in Nagi's room are far from the ground. Did someone climb up here?" Maria's inner monologue was already preparing to berate the Sanzenin family's security team for their negligence.

  "Nagi-, you didn't see someone wandering around the yard, did you? Did one of the guards let someone in again?"

  "…"

  Nagi's expet expression quickly turned exasperated.

  "Maria, even though those idiots are unreliable, they're not pletely useless."

  "And as long as Kus is around, how could anyone sneak in so easily?"

  Maria nodded in agreement. "That's true. Mr. Kus isn't that old yet."

  Nagi absentmindedly agreed before realizing Maria had derailed the versation.

  "Maria, that's not the point! The point is, I've found an iing person!"

  Seeing that her usual tactic of ging the subject wasn't w, Maria relutly returo the topic.

  "All right, Nagi-. You don't leave your room, so where exactly did you find this person?"

  "Uh…"

  Maria's question caught Nagi off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless.

  Notig Maria's amused yet exasperated look, Nagi huffed in frustration and picked up the diary she'd been reading.

  "From this diary!"

  "Diary?"

  Maria g Nagi's empty hands, her expression growing increasingly puzzled.

  "Nagi, are you feeling okay? There's nothing in your hands."