After learning what was written in that ancient, mottled travelogue, Amber could not help feeling, Why am I wasting my time reading this thing? To the point that she temporarily forgot how special the book was, and forgot that her foster father had lost his life because of it.
But then again, remembering that fact now would probably only make her feel worse—the contents of this book were far beyond anything she had expected.
But she quickly noticed Gawain's grave, focused expression and realized from it that the rest of Modir Wilde's travelogue must contain something useful.
"His attempt ultimately succeeded," Gawain said, turning a page and pointing at its contents. "What comes next... contains a great deal of information."
Amber hurriedly composed herself and leaned in again—
"X month, X day. After... many failures, I believe I have found the pattern.
"My disguise plan did not succeed, but that does not mean my line of thought was wrong—trying to lessen the Shadow Dwellers' hostility and 'blend in' with them was itself the correct direction. The problem was that my disguise was only 'clever' by human standards, while in the eyes of true shadow beings, it was probably extremely crude.
"So, when Shadow Dwellers saw me, it may have been like a human in the real world seeing a monster draped in human skin—and bloody human skin at that. Naturally, this could only provoke even greater hostility and tension. It was understandable that I suffered fiercer attacks.
"After realizing this possibility, I decided to carry out a more thorough transformation, one... riskier than before.
"I extracted my own soul... using a method I had 'learned' years ago from a lich's head, with a few minor improvements, allowing me to preserve the soul's 'humanity' and return to my original body at