And if he had guessed correctly, then even without a Cosmo, Gwen should still be able to learn some techniques for using energy from it.
Suppressing his excitement after drinking a cup of tea and forcing himself to look calm, Gwen carried the teapot and cup into the study. He flipped through the ancient books he had brought out of the Caslana vault in case of emergencies, then "casually" selected a handwritten journal and began reading.
After barely two pages, Gwen confirmed his guess. The smile at the corner of his mouth was even harder to suppress than a machine gun with its trigger squeezed all the way down—
"That brat from Pegasus is such a pain. Nine times in three days—even with a Cosmo, he's about to wear me to death..."
"Pegasus, Sanctuary, Holy War, Cosmo... It's confirmed..."
Under the table, Gwen tightly pinched his own thigh, struggling to keep his expression straight as cheers erupted in his heart.
Although he still could not confirm what benefits this journal might bring him, the sheer joy of stumbling upon a treasure and snagging a bargain filled Gwen with unparalleled delight.
After downing another cup of tea and forcing himself to calm down, Gwen began reading the journal word by word, hoping to gain something from it.
As Gwen read with such painstaking care, time quietly passed, and it was soon eleven at night.
Gwen wanted to burn the midnight oil and finish the journal, but he still worried that there might be surveillance in his home. He could not afford to behave so abnormally.
Reluctantly closing it and returning it to the pile of ancient books, Gwen washed up briefly and prepared for bed.
Although most of the journal described trivial matters concerning the Sanctuary and the Holy War, it