Hamel.

I would like a word with you.

So, Flute.

...If you--no, since you are a girl, what kind of things would you like to get as Valentine's Day presents from someone you h--someone who likes you?

Thank you, Freudia, it seems that that church will do splendidly for a Midnight Mass. So, speaking of which...

If anyone would like to attend Mass at Midnight of Christmas morning, please, let me know. I also require, if it isn't too much trouble, a pair of people to do readings from the Scriptures for that night.

Any suggestions as to where I should hold the Christmas Eve Mass?

Given the weather, I would imagine we'll be seeing snow soon... I can't help but look forward to it, even given the hardship the cold will cause. When I was a child, I always loved playing in the snow...

The wedding was truly lovely...if it isn't too vain for me to say such a thing. And now, the time comes to prepare for a different sort of holiday--I'm given to understand that there's to be a Halloween party somewhere, yes?

Hmm, what to be, what to be...

I suppose you believe that I have gotten myself lost once again. That, friends, is nonsense! It's not far from the truth, but-- And even if I had, there's nothing wrong with a stranger in a strange land getting a mite bit turned around. Nothing wrong at all.

Entirely unrelated to that, if someone could direct Princess Flute or a rescue party to a place called Grand Central Station, I would be much obliged.

At last, civilization. Or--something like it. It has food and water, in any case. This place is a labyrinth, I cannot imagine how anyone navigated it even before its destruction.

Regardless of that, it has recently come to my attention that during my brief long brief unplanned absence, certain incorrect thoughts about my person have surfaced and been circulating. As it is within my power to do so, I will remedy this now.

I strongly dislike using my full style, but it seems necessary here. I'll only do it once, though, so pay attention. Thank you.

Recorded this second of July at eleven-thirty-five in the morning, by
HIS Grace the Most Reverend
Royal Archbishop Of Sforzando
High Commander Of The Magicorps
Clari Net

As gauche as it may seem, I was quite pleased to find that I was in...Matterhorn? Yes?...because it means this blasted land (clearly the work of mazoku) is not Sforzando.

Sforzando...Tell me, if anyone finds this missive: Which way to Sforzando? Am I on the Eastern, or Western Continent? I must know. I need to return to Sforzando. Even now, Queen Horn may be... Even now, the mazoku armies could be...

I must find a way home. Sforzando is under my protection.

Recorded this unknown and unholy date at an hour unlit by sunlight, moonlight, or God's love, by
Royal Archbishop Of Sforzando
High Commander Of The Magicorps
Clari Net