Aina continued to flip towards the back.
Starting from the middle, many pages were skipped, no longer bearing any words.
Until she reached about the last third.
— [Pan-continental Calendar Year 3955, March 4, my father, after suffering for years, still died, dying from the burning flames that burst forth from his body. I think I will inevitably die eventually? I can already feel the scorching energy within burning my internal organs. Well, I've decided, I'll find a place to settle down, then quietly wait for death.]