She grabbed the young man's wrist, like someone about to drown who has lost hope, clutching onto the last straw and refusing to let go. Her eyes fixed on the other's expression, her tone was uncontrollably excited: "How do you know this word! Where did you hear it! When! Who told you! Why did they tell you!"
A string of questions, firing out like cannonballs.
The person looked at her and proudly puffed out his chest, saying matter-of-factly: "Who told me? Didn't I say that I deciphered it myself..."
"You deciphered it? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
The Mysterious Queen raised her voice a few decibels in panic; her tone involuntarily carried a bit of authority. Clearly, she couldn't believe such an absurd claim and wanted to know the answer immediately, thus losing a bit of composure. Considering this was her obsession pursued for over a century, it's understandable.
