From Elise, formerly Eric's perspective

Initially, Akira was amused that he was thrilled by me, who is actually a man.

That day we were alone in the infirmary, Akira projected his anima, the ideal feminine image, onto me.

At first, it was fun for me to play his anima.

It began as a mischievous, child-like sentiment.

However, over time, I grew increasingly reluctant to betray his expectations, not wanting to stop being his anima.

Eventually, I even began to feel happy being his anima.

Gradually, the anima evolved into something akin to a genuine feminine heart.

I did not want to stop being the anima.

I wanted to continue living close to Akira.

But is this feeling something that should be permitted?

I embarked on a journey to find out.

When I awoke, I was lying on a hard, paved riverbank.

I later learned this material was called concrete.

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Alarms blared, and nearby, lumps of metal thundered by.

These were trains, widely used in this world called Japan as a mode of transportation.

Although our world has trains, these seemed far more advanced.

I saw unfamiliar plants, uniquely designed houses, and lumps of metal crossing roads marked with white lines.

I heard that in this world, instead of magic, science had developed.

I decided to look for Akira's house.

I chanted a spell in soprano, but there was no response.

"Impossible! Magic doesn't work?"

It seemed that here, I was not a talented magician, just an ordinary girl.

With no other options, I asked a nearby elderly woman.

In such a vast city, finding Akira's house wouldn't be easy without a clue.

"Excuse me, do you know where Akira Suzuki's house is? He should be missing recently."

She looked at me suspiciously, considering my strange attire.

Well, it's understandable to be seen as a suspicious person.

"What do you need at the Suzuki's?"

I took off my hat to emphasize politeness.

Observing Akira's behavior, it seemed that while the culture was different, the etiquette was not vastly different from ours.

"I wanted to pay respects to Akira-kun's family."

Saying outright that I knew where Akira was seemed too suspicious, and I felt it was unlikely she would tell me.

"If you're looking for the Suzuki's house, it's just across the national highway. Look for a house with a sign that says '鈴木' like this."

She quickly wrote "Suzuki" on a piece of paper and handed it to me.

I found the house immediately.

Unsure how to use the intercom, a standard practice I was unfamiliar with, I hesitated at the front of the house.

Then, a woman slightly older than me, bearing a resemblance to Akira, came out from the house.

"Hello, this may be hard for me to say, but I'm an acquaintance of Akira-kun."

I struggled to find the right words.

Then, she guessed my name.

"You're Elise, aren't you?"

Huh?

"How do you know my name?"

"Your story is written in the Voice Academy Diary."