Confession (5)

After that round of confessions, each carrying a different meaning, came to an end, nothing much happened. We did order some simple snacks for dessert to satisfy our idle mouths.

The atmosphere had been fairly relaxed from the start, but now it was much lighter than before. I no longer had anything to hide from Marie, and she had expressed her feelings as well.

Someone once said that no relationship is closer than one between people who have laid bare their secrets to each other. Besides, Marie had never been a burdensome person to me in the first place, so I could finally relax.

"Oh, right. There's something I'm curious about. Isaac, where did you learn to write like that? Did someone teach you?"

"I didn't learn it from anyone. I figured it out on my own. Honestly, I never dreamed that The Chronicle of Xenon, which I wrote as a hobby, would become this successful."

"Ooh... That's amazing. Are you sure it was really a hobby? For a hobby, you wove so many different stories into it."

Marie used the opportunity to ask me everything she had always been curious about. I could see intense curiosity in her eyes.

"As you know, I read quite a lot. When I read autobiographies written by explorers and adventurers, I can experience the world indirectly. I can also ask my father for advice."

"I see. Then what about demonkind? You dealt with Sakran's end in considerable depth too. As a result, people's perceptions changed."

"Hmm... I can't really explain that. I simply disliked seeing demonkind discriminated against, and I never imagined the influence would become this terrifying. The Chronicle of Xenon always begins with a line like this: All of these stories are entirely fictional."...