July 26, 1437
Raphael Earhart
– At this rate, you're going to be late, – Harumi prodded, watching as I unwrapped the package.
– Yeah, yeah, almost done.
The past few days, given to us as a break, had been dedicated to preparing for my upcoming match against Kiall. What concerned me most was the issue of Dark Raphael—his influence had grown more palpable during intense battles. My control over him faltered at the worst moments.
Unfortunately, of all possible solutions, I could only think of one: a magical item to stabilize my mental state. I was now unpacking the delivery I'd ordered through Sarik.
Pulling away the wrapping, I revealed a small velvet box. Its compact size brought certain associations to mind.
– Oh, how unexpected, Raph! But I accept! – Harumi exclaimed dramatically, clasping her hands over her heart like a girl receiving a marriage proposal.