Bernadette's emotions were steadier than he had imagined. By the time he finished reading the entire page of the diary, the only thing he had lost was the first pen, which had gone quiet for a few seconds. Bernadette rose from her chair and asked, her tone perfectly even:
"How much of his diary is made up of things like this?"
Cyril thought back to the Roselle's Diaries he had seen and answered honestly:
"Most of it."
Hearing his answer, Bernadette's expression barely changed. She simply looked at him calmly.
A deep purple gleam suddenly passed through her blue eyes. They grew unfathomably deep, like the sea before a storm.
Under the circumstances, her eyes clearly lost focus, turning blank.
A few breaths later, Bernadette came to her senses and furrowed her brow slightly. After a moment's thought, she said:
"I saw a vague glimpse of the future. Before long, you may encounter a crisis—or perhaps an opportunity."
Cyril: (_;)
"A crisis... or an opportunity?"
Bernadette shook her head slightly. "I only saw a vague corner of Fate. I have no way of knowing where the upheaval began, much less the specific details."
"The only hint I can give you is not to blindly follow Fate."
"Whether it's a crisis or an opportunity may depend on your own choices and efforts."
Cyril pondered for a moment, then asked, "When will that be...?"
Before he could finish speaking, thick green vines, each as wide as a bowl, dropped down around them and swallowed Bernadette's figure. Then they recoiled and vanished.
Looking at the spot where Bernadette had disappeared, Cyril curled his lip and muttered:
"You may seem mysterious when you only say half of what you mean, but it's really annoying when you leave before I've finished talking."
After hesitating, he