Proper records can eliminate the chaos around here.

Dirty deeds will go down in history. Lumopolis is no exception.

I'm here as the witness.

How do they make records?... It's sad if they've got no memories.

Istvan carries too much burden. He's just like the incarnation of Umbraton, forever a shadow of Lumopolis.

Sheol may be sly and ever-changing, but her principle is simple, benefit trumps all.

Beautiful penmanship is gods' best gift to the world.

If one has no principle, does he still have a soul?

It seems to have memories from a distant past. What could they be about?

I'll document the truth as I see it.

You want a break? Sure, I'll look after this Colossus and document about it.

If only this could be left out of the records...

A win. It's documented.

Shatter!

No one's escaping!

Prepare to settle.

I'll be the battle's witness.

My witnessing is increasingly clear.

The Marmon Box keeps even more records.

I've chosen the road of endless documentation.

I don't often get a break like this... My neck and shoulders have been sore for a while... I should get a massage.

I've recorded a new entry in writing.

Alchemy Stars.

Happy New Year.

Each deposit and withdrawal must be recorded to make it a proper loan.

Wanna see what's inside the box? No way.

I won't offer help to the weak, and I won't bow down to the powerful. That's the principle I live by.

Pen and paper are my weapons, just like a soldier's sword and shield.

There is numerous testament of greed in my Marmon Box. The lives of countless people also depend on it.

To get my hands on more records, I'll need assistants at all times. Yes, I need those birds.

The sadness and joy of people are mutually exclusive. Once you get that, you'll understand my principle.

As a witness, I must look proper. That's why I've bought 30 sets of this suit.

My box holds the secrets of many, not only those from Umbraton but also those nobles from Lumopolis.

Have you ever seen birds smile?

My horns? I heard they represent the demon's greed, yet the greediest of all are human desires.

With my pen, I've witnessed the noblest hooligans and the most despicable knights.

Happy New Year.

A peaceful day, just documenting away.

The break of dawn is the best time to sharpen my pen.

It's getting late, but I still have to compile today's records. No rest for me yet.

I must put these records into the Marmon Box or I won't be at ease...

Happy New Year.

I chronicled Umbraton's history, along with the order and chaos in the dark alleys, in pen and paper. Signed, Jane, Witness.

I'll document this gift in the books.

I'll pay you back. I promise.

Thank you, it'll be really helpful!

This is...! I can't express my gratitude in words...

Let's end it all!

It's over, you greedy lot!

Let's begin.

Istvan and Sheol both invited me to join them, but I just want to be a chronicler for Umbraton. I have no interest in ruling the town.

If you pay attention, be it a noble or a civilian, everyone has a side that belongs to them and one that doesn't.

Umbraton was attacked by Eclipsites, and my mother was killed as a result. Many people raged against the Lumopolis, which had sat idly by, yet I do not hold a grudge against them.

I'll document everyone's performance.