Sabine's Memory Page

A page from Sabine's memory book, written when she recalled the clash. It was originally meant for Gaston, but as he believed these memories would only bring her more pain, Gaston left it in your care.
The page reads:
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... That guy Edred actually got involved with the infamous Cabbage Mission.
He even planned to use the guild's channels to help them sell their goods.

Gradually, I realized what he wanted was likely more than just Luno.
But Edred never showed us the books... No one in the guild knew what exactly they were trading.
Later, his cooperation with the Cabbage Mission even drew attention from the Creed.
If ignored, my guild—the guild I worked so hard to build—would be ruined.

So I decided to enlist capable external support from an Adventurer active in this area.
I wanted the Adventurer to witness the moment I exposed Edred and forced him to hand over the guild's seal of authority.
But little did I know his trading partner was... the Vision-Sharing Society!

... Thereafter, my memory is fuzzy. I only remember Edred seeming like a completely different person.
Then... time seemed to stop. An abyssal darkness almost swallowed me,
and it was only by clutching this cufflink that I managed to hold onto a shred of consciousness... This was my duty.

... When those two appeared, time began to flow again...
They saved me! I saw one of them force Edred back with masterful swordsmanship.
The other wounded Reference Mirror with a hand crossbow, and then... my head split with pain, and I lost consciousness again.

When I woke occasionally, the world had quietened down.
They must have given me basic treatment, as my wounds hurt less.
The one with the hand crossbow was scattering a white powder, while the other said in a serious tone:
"Clear away any traces that don't belong to the scene, and clean up the powder too."

That's all I can remember, but there must be a larger conspiracy behind Edred.
My head... hurts so much... It feels like something is stopping me from remembering...
Stopping the truth from returning...
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The notes abruptly end. The final stroke was written with such force that it tore the paper.