"Why do you think that? Was it a prophecy, or some kind of divination?"
Hearing the claim that they would all die here, Angel lowered her voice as she asked.
But her efforts clearly failed. Everyone present turned to look at them, except for the Ascetic, who remained deep in prayer. He was suspected of believing in the Creator whose Honorific Name the benevolent side of the Aurora Order's Saint of Darkness had recited in a dream.
"Because of the thickness of The Travels of Grosell..."
Edwina sat beside the fire like a teacher addressing her students.
"Before entering, I studied it many times. Beyond its physical properties—such as its resistance to damage and the impossibility of opening pages that haven't been written on—I found a few clues.
"It records the protagonists' experiences in the order they entered this place. It began with Grosell the giant Guardian, followed by Shatas the Elf Singer, Snoman the Priest of Light, Longzeer the former Loen soldier and current Disciplinary Paladin, and finally you and me."
Edwina looked at Angel, indicating that she had been the last to enter.
"When I came in, roughly a quarter of the book's pages were still blank. Before you entered, you must have seen the new account of my meeting with them, right?"
"Yes. Two pages were filled with how you escaped the clutches of Ulyssan, the King of the North, and met Grosell's group."
Angel nodded. She had just learned the King of the North's true name from Grosell.
"Two pages... About what I expected. If you encountered no danger after joining us, your arrival should take about one page. And every page in The Travels of Grosell covers the same span of time, with no later additions. That means..."
"That means the story will soon reach