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'Her heart is the heart of Karlan, deep within the mountains. From the beating of Her heart grew the flesh and bones of Kjerag.'

This is the description of the origins of Kjerag, as the scriptures record.

We used to assume that the Heart of Karlan was Lake Silberneherze, which was why we built Kjeragandr's statue there.

In my studies these past several days, however, I found that the ancient tomes considered the freezing of the Heart of Karlan to be an unusual phenomenon. But Lake Silberneherze freezes every year...

Sounds like a figure of speech...

Don't interrupt the Saintess while she's thinking!

Maybe the Heart of Karlan actually refers to something else...

The Great Elder guided me to the 'Radsorn', but it is in fact the 'Heart of Karlan' that holds the answer...

You mentioned the central area of this 'special vein'?

Yes! I built a model based on the shape of Kjerag's mountains, and I calculated that the extraterrestrial object likely fell on...

this location.

Isn't this.... the Kjerag-Kazimierz mines?

Mines? Yes! Now it all makes sense!

There's no time to waste! We need to go—

One moment, foreigner! We didn't say anything about letting you around Kjerag on your own, not to mention all the disrespect you've shown to Kjeragandr—

It's alright, Joanna.

We don't force our faith onto others. Besides, we need to find the truth behind this Catastrophe... we'll let her travel with us.

Elena...

Hm?

While Enya and Joanna were talking, Elena put the books back on the shelf, and now sits on the window sill, waving at the other two.

Actually, there's usually no one at the main entrance to the Hall of Writings.

Cold moonlight pours through the dark clouds upon the decorations in Ratatos's room.

Sciurus thought she would be afraid to see Ratatos's things, but she feels so tired that she does not even have the strength for sorrow.

She knows full well that she simply imitated Ratatos in dealing with the other clans, a few days ago.

But the more she tries, the more Ratatos's shadow lingers.

Sciurus looks outside. It seems snow is once again falling on Browntail land.

'Look, Sciurus. Do this to the snowball, and it'll go even further when you throw it. Try it.'

'I don't need you to teach me...'

'I don't want to become you.'

'I hate you. I hate everything you make me do.'

The echoes of memory are like the deafening roar of a mountain collapsing. She feels a lump in her chest.

The dust-covered contracts and letters in the box bear witness to the development of Clan Browntail over the years.

Sciurus examines the marks left behind by Ratatos on the family's business documents, and finds, at the bottom of each page, where the name of the Browntail matriarch should be—

'Sciurus'

'Remember, Sciurus.'

'I'm your older sister, and I'll become the leader of Clan Browntail. So you need to listen to me.'

'Prove that you can do better, if you're not happy about that.'

'When that time comes...'

'I hope you'll carry the future of Clan Browntail on your shoulders.'

Sciurus anxiously flips through the pages.

But each and every document has her name on it.

Until she reaches the bottom of the pile, that little box from her memory—

The secret that belongs to the two of them.

'This holds all the things that I want to give you, but don't want the adults to see.'

'Don't tell anyone. It's a secret.'

'A secret between the two of us, you and me.'

This is...

A communicator?

Sciurus gazes at the device in her hand, the dim light illuminating her hesitation.

The final audio log...

I got Karlan Trade's intel about the suspicious woman. I've been watching her all morning, and I think she's planning to make a run for it.

This voice... it's Monch?

Good. Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her get away, or pass the documents to anyone else.

Yes, ma'am... Karlan Trade says we need to be careful and not draw attention.

Take her alive, if possible. There are a lot of questions we need to ask her.

I'll tell Enciodes to send help from Karlan Trade.

Understood. I'll do my best.

Be careful, and don't leave loose ends.

Finally, there is an unanswered call from Karlan Trade.

Call time... yesterday?

...Karlan Trade?