She frowned at these images. Whatever they were not even the Count really knew about them. It was an odd thing to see, and she was not sure if she could judge even though she was. Despite her fragmented memory, having the ones of the discovery and latter years made her disagree with this. She'd been tested, yes, and pushed. She'd claimed the head of her family, and a monster to boot and from what she recalled he'd wanted to see if she'd been worthy of both of those things. Him and Walter both had been training her, pushing her skills and leadership capabilities until she fit her titles.
But it had never been like this. There hadn't been this sense of defeat behind it. This was, in essence, the first stages of the notes she'd translated. The beginnings of what her family had been crafting. Necessary, perhaps, but that didn't mean she agreed. In some form, perhaps. It made it all very confusing, and odd. And she could understand the anger now. Her ancestor had done both great and terrible things to ensure what she had inherited.