Ancient Field Logs: Part II

An expedition log found under an ice-sealed ruin cellar. The writer seems to have been a noble of the old Mondstadt aristocracy.

Because of the earlier tragedy, the previous log is likely beyond recovery.

Losing the survey records is a great pity, but the environment is simply too dangerous.

In the end we still could not open that great door.

Neither the murals nor the ancient weapon Lord Ingbert so hoped for—both came to nothing.

When we returned to the sunny-side camp of the snow mountain, the comrades earlier lost in the storm had not come back either.

…Though hope is slim, we can only hope they got down the mountain safely and return with supplies and rescue.

For our supplies are already insufficient.

Cruel as it may sound, the collapse before the sealed chamber's round gate not only took Nick but also the fuel and food we had entrusted to him.

We had said to survey the ruin's structural integrity first. We told him…

Perhaps these days' experiences have made me harsher.

Perhaps that is what a desperate environment does to a person.

Thus Young Master Eberhart is all the more admirable. Even after these events he can keep calm thought—perhaps that is the true bearing of a noble son.

Lord Landrich truly did not misjudge.

Even as a bastard son, he is one who can match the clan's name.

When the wind and snow ease a little, we will follow Young Master Eberhart's proposal to the ruin cellar on the southwest side.

By his reading, something left long ago may be there.

Strange as it is, the unique severe cold here can preserve supplies.

We must not fail the hopes of comrades already gone.

…Of course even less Lord Landrich's hope.

Otherwise I may have to meet monsters in the gladiatorial arena.

Even if I beat those monsters, I may fall under the sword of that red-haired reaper of the Lawrence house, like Young Master Eberhart's old servant…