Kapitel 5: chapter 5: that was too quick
Alright, I started writing this Diary because of my sister's insistence, so I feel a bit embarrassed.
Because, who writes about their own life? It seems like a kind of narcissism to me, and I'm not narcissistic.
My sister convinced me with the argument that it might be published someday to benefit young people who waste their time playing all day.
Honestly, I don't see myself in a position to judge them.
Who knows, if I had grown up in an environment like theirs with all the distractions, I'd probably be just like them.
Anyway, let me introduce myself. I'm Emiric Stone, a businessman.
I own several investments from real estate to clubs, and much more.
I may sound like a braggart, but it's really hard for me to keep track of all my activities, so I assign and give money to people to invest on their own.
Through it, I give opportunities to people and move the country's economy forward. I can't describe the feeling I get when I make someone happy.
Okay, let's stop the rambling and start with who I am and where I'm from.
I'm Emiric Stone. Date of birth: I don't know.
I'm being honest with you. There's a date on official papers, but no one knows the actual date.
I doubt even my parents know.
My sister and I are orphans.
We were left at the door of an orphanage.
An orphanage is my first home, the place where we grew up.
The orphanage was modest in resources, but that's all anyone who's been abandoned needs.
Sorry, there's no oppression or drama you might expect from a rags-to-riches story.
My story is ordinary, like any other story, not without difficulties, but nothing that can't be overcome.
For those who don't know, the orphanage rules are simple: you'll stay in the orphanage until you're 19 unless you're adopted.
The conditions are simple: the visiting uncles who come every week must like you.
Easy condition, right? These were the words of the Mother, the orphanage director, but she overlooked a simple truth:
the condition is easy for children with known lineage.
In the orphanage, there aren't just orphans who don't know who their parents are, but also those who know but their parents either died in an accident or died for the country but weren't cared for by the country for some reason.
I'll never forget the looks when the children lined up in rows, eagerly waiting to gain the visitors' approval, only to feel disappointed when they saw their expressions change upon reading their information on the adoption papers.
My sister and I, and many of our peers, were repeatedly exposed to this situation.
I'll never forget the nights I stayed up comforting my sister, who was in tears every time she was rejected, forgetting our initial fears of being separated. Haha, how ignorant we were.
This was a summary of the first ten pages of the alleged Diary.
I say alleged because they seemed unreal to me, as if he wanted to tell me something but at the same time he didn't want to appear to be telling me something.
It's a feeling I've acquired after reading many Diarys.
I can't be sure if the handwriting is that of the body's owner or not. Unfortunately, I haven't tried writing since I woke up; I haven't found the time for that.
I cast my eyes on the desk but find neither paper nor pen to write with.
Oddly enough, this room seemed deliberately designed to mislead me.
I mean, the desk barely looks like a desk. Where are the signs that tell you he spent nights working on it?
The books on the shelf don't look like books whose pages have worn out from frequent opening, or at least where's the dust that tells you they've been abandoned? They look too neat.
After I stop examining the room devoid of any expression of its owner's personality, I resume reading the Diary:
I believe in humanity, especially the human who makes mistakes, and it's necessary to give them a second chance.
Otherwise, how do we encourage repentance, right?
My sister Rose and I opened a charity to help ex-convicts with the purpose of helping them reform themselves and benefit the state.
Of course, the charity isn't under our names. You know the kingdom's strictness and sensitivity to these matters.
But what can I do? I can't stand by and watch people in need without doing something, even if it's dangerous and will put me in fierce conflicts.
This is also a summary of 10 pages. I didn't really benefit except for learning his sister's name, Rose.
It's clear to me that she's the same girl standing smiling in a picture behind the body's owner and his wife.
What amazed me is that the writer of this Diary is truly a genius.
He created harmony in the narrative so that it doesn't seem like the Diary's owner was giving information directly and boringly, but was pushing the reader to deduce it themselves without realizing.
For example, he gave his place of birth, the orphanage, without mentioning its name to give the impression that he doesn't give information easily.
But upon closer inspection, it's impossible not to know the orphanage where the body's owner grew up in order to verify everything he said is true or false.
The same applies to the charity. What allows me to know the truth from lies is the fact that I now possess this body.
He doesn't talk about the marks on his body.
This is what I found about his subordinates in the Diary:
I try as much as possible to make my relationship with subordinates a human relationship first.
Visiting their families as much as possible is very important to strengthen the relationship with them.
They must feel safe, and to achieve that, their families must be cared for.
I try as much as possible to avoid problems between them and me, and repeatedly prevent them from standing and bowing to me.
My philosophy is that we are equal, for without them I am nothing and without me they are nothing. Only in unity is there strength.
I was about to shed tears from the performance. An Oscar should be given for this act.
Human relationships? Haha, tell that to the fear that appears in their eyes when they see me.
What did he say? Strengthening relationships with them through their families? Why does this sentence seem to have a double meaning to me? Don't tell me he's threatening them with their families.
What killed me was the last sentence: "My philosophy is that we are equal." Don't make me laugh.
Never mind that this sentence is genius, it's not perfect and that's what's required.
The idea that we are equal gives a sense of idealism, and the sentence after it reinforces that: "I am nothing without them." And here the reader will be skeptical because there is no perfect human.
But don't worry, the sentence after it breaks it to make it more believable: "and they are nothing without me." This way, it gives an impression of hidden narcissism for more credibility.
Just like the beginning of the Diary, he mentioned that it's a kind of narcissism to write about my life and I'm not narcissistic.
And have you seen anyone call themselves narcissistic? Of course not.
Does he expect someone to enter his room to search for information? That's why he created this fake world.
As I thought deeply about this possibility, it became clear to me why I felt like the diary was speaking to me now.
This is to lure the intruder to read them and give them the impression he wants.
But why is there a contradictory impression in the palace? As if he wants those who enter the palace through the door to take an impression of greed and avarice, while those who enter through the window to take an impression of contradiction.
I really can't understand anything.
I remained in this state of confusion for about an hour, flipping through the papers back and forth hoping to find something useful in my predicament, when I remembered.
There's no mention of his marriage. Why? Does he want to give an impression of discord between them?
Don't tell me her identity is undeclared, and wait... the body owner's identity is also undeclared. Why doesn't he reveal his identity if he wants the entire kingdom to believe him?
Aah!
A scream I let out from my depths, holding my head trying to control my thoughts.
I opened the Diary to answer my questions but all I got was more and more questions.
Wait wait, why should I play his game? I'm now the body's owner.
I'm supposed to have information that puts me ahead of the one who supposedly read the Diary.
Yes yes, I put the fake Diary aside, standing once again in the room contemplating.
I summon everything I know so far in my memory as I look at the room.
No matter how smart he is, there must be a loophole in the room. This room is still the place where he can remove his masks and act naturally.
With these thoughts, I focus intently, and to my surprise, two inconsistent things appear in the room:
The mirror and the bookcase.
Unlike the bookcase, I didn't notice the mirror the first time.
It was near the door in a way that makes it impossible to avoid before leaving the room.
What makes it interesting is that it doesn't seem to belong to the room, it seems isolated from anything in this place.
And knowing it's a fake room, it gives me the impression that it's the only real thing in the place.
Was the body's owner obsessed with his appearance? But this doesn't really give me anything of value.
As for the bookcase, it was placed on the side of the bed in a way that makes it seem to me as if the place where he put it was forced upon him.
While I'm thinking about the possible reasons for this, a knock comes on the door with the sweet voice of the maid:
"Sir..."
Before I let her finish her sentence, it comes out of my mouth without intention or thought:
"Come in"
"...."
After that comes silence from outside the door that makes me aware of a mistake I've just made.
But all my fear dissipates after the door opens for the blue-eyed maid to enter.
As soon as she entered the room, her beautiful eyes fell on the room scattered left and right, changing her expressions to surprise that made me realize I made a mistake letting her enter with the room scattered as if I was looking for something.
But soon comes the idea that it's my room and she's just a maid.
Why should I justify my situation to her?
I put an expression of coldness and indifference on my face and in a voice devoid of emotions said:
"Did you come to inform me of something important or to look at my room?"
I'm getting better, aren't I?
Her beautiful eye moves from around the room to fall on me with an expression no one has ever given me before, making me unable to identify it:
"S-sir, what happened to you?"
She asked the question from here to start my heart rate rising and sweat drops gathering on my forehead.
I asked two questions, one I voiced out:
"What kind of questions is this?"
And the other I asked myself:
Has my cover been blown? Why? Where did I go wrong? It didn't take long until I got the answer to both questions:
"Sir, have you lost your memory?"
Shit, no way... that was too quick!
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