Translated by Twitter user SihZari and posted with permission. Thank you for granting permission and doing this... especially when these three people are hard to understand. Some edits were made by myself.
The Aged and the Young
The one who looks the oldest may not necessarily be the oldest. The one who looks the youngest... is actually very young. New sprouts growing on an old branch, is old life continuing its breath. Or is it new life opening its eyes, embracing the earth?
Log 1
P: At the Temple of Heroes, there was a legend.
P: It foretells of the truly devoted, fearless and heroic priests who will receive the honor of holding the ivy branch.
The ivy will protect warriors who fought for Minos until it withers away from its owner's grasp...
K: There is no naturally growing plant that can truly not wither.
P: Ah, exactly, exactly! Such a beautiful and cruel legend!
P: 'Tis obviously an everlasting twig, what caused it to wither so?
R: Haha, legends are like that, no need to ponder about it too much, Priestess.
R: Speaking of legends, these old bones has heard some similar rumors.
P: Oh? It must be quite an interesting tale, no?
R: Back when I was young, ah, it's been too long, I can't remember.
R: I can't really recall. I remember a soldier from another country told a lot of stories to our group of children.
R: I remember the soldier mentioned a dead tree branch that would keep sprouting new stems.
After listening to Miss Priestess talking about it, I remembered it.
K: Were the soldiers you mentioned from Gaul?
R: Exactly, it seems like doctor has also heard of this.
R: How majestic Gaul was at that time, but no one mentions it now... Haha, such a long time ago.
Log 2
K: A dead branch.
K: From withering to blossoming, new stems stretch out, and then from the most bountiful branches and leaves, it rots and withers.
K: An everlasting twig, withered and bountiful twisted together. The young parts devour nourishment from its death, and death was reborn from inside of its being.
R: After so many years, getting to hear this story once again, still feels incredible.
P: How wonderous...!
K: It's not just a tale.
K: The branch is real, I have witnessed it from a Gaulish noble.
K: But now, it has been lost to the war forever.
P: Such a pity, if I had the chance to see it...
R: Ah, I think it's better if you don't.
P: Why, pray tell?
K: I can answer this.
K: According to the rumor, the one who possesses this branch, can be reborn and gain immortality.
Log 3
P: Immortality...
K: "The Evidence of Immortality" is what the Gaulish called it.
R: Living longer is not a bad thing, but living forever is another matter.
R: These old bones feel far off enough from his grave. A bit further, but can't reach it, nor do I want to.
K: Hmph......
P: So, what fate lies for the Gaulish collector who held the magical tree branch?
K: As far as I know, it has never brought any good luck to its owner.
K: The last owner was impaled by their enemy's murder weapon in a comical getup, and the original owner sang a ballad of madness before falling off a cliff.
K: And the most infamous rumor of them all...
K: Mentions an unfortunate soul who got half of his own flesh and blood devoured. He eventually died of blood loss.
P: This is all, really...
R: Nobody knows whether those rumors are real or not.
R: There's always people who believe that they can escape death and rise again.
P: Immortality... Alas, what a lamentable miracle.
P: Our life is but limited, but this name of ours that brings forth the faith within people's hearts shall remain immortal.
P: The passionate and purity of a hero is a seed of everlasting flame. The fire will burn for years, but how can the person who ignites, keep the torch?
K: In reality, no one can.
