September 1st
A mere ten days remain until I am to depart for the musicians' conference, and the military commander remains absent. I never dreamt this day would threaten to arrive before him.
What could possibly be taking him so long?! To think that the sum of my plotting and efforts, much at the risk of my own life, lies in the hands of this sluggard!
Always at least one pestiferous fool in my way! Always! Princess Zelda being the sole exception, I'm rapidly coming to despise every soul that treads the earth. A detestable horde of imposing pigs, the whole lot! As much as I fret at the waning time that remains, I find that it cannot pass quickly enough.