Upon learning what was written in that ancient, weathered travelogue, Amber inexplicably felt a sense of "Why am I wasting time reading this?"—to the extent that she momentarily forgot how special this book was, and forgot that her adoptive father lost his life because of it.
But then again, remembering this fact at this moment would only make her more sorrowful—the content of this book had truly exceeded her expectations.
Yet soon she noticed Gawain's serious expression and realized from it that Modir's travelogue certainly contained something useful.
"His attempts finally succeeded," Gawain said, turning a page and pointing to the content on it, "and the subsequent information… there's a lot to take in."
Amber quickly composed herself and leaned in again—
"X month X day, after… numerous failures, I think I've found a pattern.
