At his words, Madame Shyarly hesitated, then spoke with a flicker in her eyes.
"The future I can see is incomplete, and I cannot tell when those future events will happen."
Randall nodded. He already knew that.
"It doesn't matter. Just tell me whatever you saw. I'm only satisfying my curiosity."
Randall spoke casually.
He was selective about believing in fate.
If the future favored him, he would believe it. If it didn't, then it was a case of My fate is mine to decide, not heaven's.
Madame Shyarly nodded, then fell silent for a few seconds, perhaps choosing her words, before she spoke.
"What I saw was you moving the entire Fish-Man Island from the seabed to the surface."
Randall waited a while, but Madame Shyarly said nothing more. He blinked.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Just that?"
"Isn't that enough?"
Randall drew in a sharp breath. Thinking it over carefully, he realized that if Madame Shyarly really had seen that scene, her expression did seem to make sense.
Still, he felt there was so much to pick apart here, yet when he wanted to comment, he didn't know where to start.
"All right, then." Randall sounded a little resigned.
"You seem rather disappointed, Vice Admiral Randall. Was there something you wanted to know?"
Madame Shyarly's eyes flickered as she changed the subject.
"Not really. I just didn't expect it to be so simple."
Randall shrugged. Given how dramatic Madame Shyarly's earlier expression had been, he had expected to hear something interesting.
"Hehe, perhaps it seems simple to you, but to me, and to most merfolk and fish-men, that would be an earth-shattering event."
Madame Shyarly smiled alluringly.
Randall thought about it and realized that was indeed the case. It was also something Queen Otohime had always hoped for.
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