Part 155: Miriel B

Hello, Virion. I've prepared a full report on our earlier experiment.

...Experiment? Are you talking about my fortune-telling? The one where I told to beware of water?

Yes. And contrary to my initial hypothesis, your prediction was most accurate. I was caught in a sudden cloudburst and became soaked to the skin.

You don't say? That's amazing! Fantastic! Ha ha!

I beg your pardon?

We, what I mean to say is... I trust you were all right?

It was fortunate that I'd left my books back in my tent. The squall's fury would have reduced them to illegible wads of pulp.

Ah, if only I was there to protect you from the tempest with my cloak!

You have further piqued my interest in this esoterica. Will you not teach me even the basics of your art? I cannot hope to study what I do not comprehend on a base level.

Ah, my sweet Miriel. On this alone must refuse you!

A shame. Peer review is an important tenant of any scientific endeavor.

Er, yes! So then! Anyway! ...If that's everything?

I am finished here, yes. Now I must speak with Chrom about your gift of forewarning. The battlefield applications of such a talent are numerous. We could anticipate ambushes, find weak points, avoid tactical errors...

N-no! Miriel, I must draw the line!

I do not understand.

Er, well... I can't really say, exactly.

But with prescience, the outcome of any battle would no longer be subject to-

STOP! *Ahem* Very well, very well... ...Listen, how about this?

Yes?

I'll teach you how to tell fortunes, but you must promise not to go to Chrom.

...I find you proposition acceptable.

And it will take time before we can start. I must prepare... lesson plans, and, uh, so on. So let me get ready, and we'll start the next time we meet. Agreed?

Agreed. (Miriel leaves)

Good heavens, that was close. But NOW what do I do?