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Byleth is a mercenary. And that means every job is not without its rules. Keep the target alive, only hunt giant birds, guard the person until the destination is reached, invade a specific bandit camp, and so on and so forth.
When Byleth was given the task of being a professor at Garreg Mach, an academy to educate on advanced arithmetics, Fodlan language, magic, Seiros faith, and military tactics, she thinks that it’ll be easy. Until she read the rulebook, or in this case the job’s rules and requirements.
No fishing when the fish master, whatever that is, isn’t in attendance. Market stalls placed beyond the market area are not allowed, congesting all the people there will not make for good circulation flow. All people will be checked once entering the monastery, time consuming but necessary. Grievous injuries in the training hall will be met with a meeting with Advisor Seteth and possible suspension to the initiator, then have a healer or third party present. There’s a subsection that any grievous injury done outside the training grounds will be taken to trial with a possibility for expulsion, there goes the entire assassin program she drafted up.
That’s not all. Weapons must always be shown in the open unless it's a tome, that means her dagger must be shown out of her leggings. Any and all poisons will be disposed of if caught, along with a suspension if a student, or banned if an adult, best to keep those in her room. Any attempt to act as a member of a Church or Knight of Seiros will be met with expulsion on the spot, luckily she now qualifies as a member.
“My, my, it looks like you’re not even halfway through the book,” the ghost, Sothis, says. It has almost been a week since the ghost decided to pop up in her head. She has long gotten used to Sothis’ random pop ins and insights.
“Oh dear,” Sothis says before pointing to a part further in the rules and guidelines, “Look there.”
“Any individual(s) that attempts to follow, track, or trace another individual, no matter how friendly or malicious the intention, without consent or notification to the targeted individual, will be met on trial for execution. Rule instated on Imperial Year 750 by Archbishop Vera.” Byleth has a sudden need to travel back in time to smack Archbishop Vera’s extremely paranoid head.
“According to the history books,” Sothis floats a little bit over to where four books on the History of Fodlan, “This is during the time Faerghus separated from Adrestia. My, I’m quite surprised the school was even open at this time.”
“Do you think the rule is enforced even after all this time?” Byleth rubs her forehead. Having weapons out is fine, reporting uncouth behavior she can do, the new dress code that Advisor Seteth put out literally three days ago is fine, but if she’s already breaking the job’s rules since the second she entered the monastery, it’s only a matter of time before someone who can see Sothis reports her to Archbishop Rhea.
“It’s not spying if we tell all the students that you exist, right?” Byleth asks.
“No, it is not. If we simply tell them that I exist, then the rule will not cast judgment on you,” Sothis says, “But will it be alright to reveal my existence just like that? We have not even known each other for more than a few days, no?”
“My father says not to place too much trust onto the church but even he follows the rules,” Byleth explains, “And I would not like to be executed on the first day if someone has the power to see ghosts.”
“How would anyone know that ghosts exist in the first place?”
“I see you. You exist. If you weren’t here we would not be having this conversation.”
“Hmm, very well. But may I warn you that this could end well or very badly,” Sothis says.
“Ending well would be that they accept it at face value and don’t question it,” Byleth says.
“No, well would be like that Sreng book you read when you were a child. Something about hypnosis. If everyone at the monastery believes that ghosts were always curious wanderers, then you would not be breaking any rules or laws.”
“That’s illegal too,” Byleth says.
“What, where?” Sothis looks over Byleth’s shoulder as she points to an earlier line, “Any attempt to physically and/or mentally switch or alter a person’s mind or body without consent, written information about said test, and verbal saying of what is written is due for a trial for execution. Oh come on!”
In a classroom a group of twenty or so people are talking amongst each other. They were told to enter one of the classrooms. The year hasn’t started yet so no flags were placed to indicate which classroom it belonged to. This did not stop as the people inside were clumped together by their colors. They mingle amongst each other, switching between talking and staring at the rumored new professor.
“Everyone, my name is Byleth,” the whispering stops as Byleth begins speaking, “If it is not known to you as of yet, I have accepted a teaching position in Garreg Mach in lieu of the missing third professor.”
“I have not decided on choosing a house as of yet if that is why I have called you all here,” Byleth says quickly as she spies the three house leaders perk up at her first announcement.
“I have been reading the rules and guidelines that enforce my job,” Byleth sees a couple of confused expressions between the three classes, “As a mercenary, we must follow the rules or guidelines set by our employer. As I have accepted the contract to become a teacher of Garreg Mach Monastery, I too must follow all the rules in the handbook.”
“Great, but what does that have to do with us?” a blue haired man on the Blue Lions line says, Felix, once Byleth looks down at the student sheet she grabbed before coming to the room.
“I was just about to explain it. Rule Nineteen, Subsection Four: Any individual(s) that attempts to follow, track, or trace another individual, no matter how friendly or malicious the intention, without consent or notification to the targeted individual, will be met on trial for execution.”
“And that means…” a muscular man from the Golden Deer asks.
“It means that following or spying on anyone without telling them could lead to your death, Raphael,” a bespeckled boy says, Ignatz, though his face looks pale and hollow at the words.
“But why would I spy on anyone?” Raphael looks confused, “Aren’t we here to earn our degrees and continue our education?”
Raphael, you sweet summer child, Byleth thinks as the room begins to escalate. She claps her hands to get her attention back to her, “As I was saying, the reason I read that is because I do not want to get on trial for execution on the first day. So I will be telling you now that someone will be looking after all of you throughout the school year.”
Byleth points her finger towards Sothis who is hovering beside her, “This person here will be looking after you all throughout the school year. It would have been counted as spying but since I have told you now and will be telling you repeatedly throughout the school year, I will not be in grounds for an execution.”
Byleth hears whispered muttering but all eyes stay on her. After a moment, the Blue Lions leader, Dimitri, raises his hand. Byleth acknowledges for him to speak, “If I may be so frank, Professor, but there is no one standing by your side.”
“That is because she is a ghost,” The students’ faces tell everything from confusion, annoyance, interest, and admittedly some pale faces. The Faerghus Prince especially went rigid, actually half of the Blue Lions seem tense.
The Golden Deer leader, Claude, chuckles, “Ok, Teach, very funny. Now what’s the real reason that you called us here?”
“That is the real reason,” Byleth says, “As I said before, I do not want my job here at the academy to end on day one because I haven’t told you that I have a ghost that wonders.”
“Prove it!” the youngest student in the Golden Deer says, her voice is defiant, even if she looks one second away from bolting out of here.
“…Very well,” Byleth says, “Let us play a game of hide and seek. I will give you all a minute to hide. My eyes will be closed, back turned to you all, and I will not move from my spot or turn around once the time is up. I will simply point to your direction and call out your name. My only restriction is that you cannot leave this room.”
“This is preposterous, why am I still here? I’m leaving and you can ramble about your lunatic ghost to everyone else,” Felix turns and walks to the door.
“Rule Four, Subsection Three: Any attempt to disobey a Professor’s orders that are within reason will be sent to a meeting with the current Advisor of the Church. Sentences include a limited ban of the monastery’s facilities such as the sauna, greenhouse, and training hall,” Felix halts his footsteps, “You could leave and I could report to Advisor Seteth that you disobeyed an order, or you can stay an extra five minutes.”
Felix growls before stomping back to where he was before, slapping a laughing redhead boy on the back of his head. His face is pinched with annoyance.
“The minute starts now,” Byleth turns around and automatically she hears voices and feet shuffling.
“Sorry to do this to you Raphael, but could you stand and block Teach’s vision and ears?”
“Sure thing Claude! It’d be pretty cool to see if this whole ghost thing is real.”
“Well if you don’t mind me, I think I’ll join Raphael. Nothing better than admiring a woman’s beauty up close.”
“Don’t you dare, Sylvain! If I see you touch even a piece of hair on her, you’re dead.”
“Woah, geez Ingrid, I won’t touch her, promise. Plus, I’ll be guarding her back too in case she has eyes on the back of her head.”
“Linhardt, you’re literally going to sit right there?”
“It doesn’t matter. If the Professor is going to stay in that spot, I can just lie down and take a nap.”
“Hey, can someone help boost me on top of the bookshelf? I’m certain Captain Jeralt’s kid won’t find me up here since there’s too many bookshelves in the first place.”
“We are nobility. Things such as this are childish and we should not encourage such useless-” Ah Raphael must have covered her ears since now everything is muffled.
“My, my, these children are having fun. Some of them are quite good at acrobatics. Most of them however are taking refuge behind the numerous pillars here,” Sothis says with a whisper of a laugh.
Fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty. Byleth pokes one of Raphael’s hands and he immediately releases his hands on her and steps back. She is greeted to the sounds of slight scuffles and taps from shoes.
“Sorry, Professor,” Byleth opens her eyes and looks up to Raphael with a hand rubbing through his head in embarrassment.
“No harm done,” Byleth says as she looks at the classlist, “However, this does mean you are out, Raphael. And behind me is Sylvain.”
“Sorry, just couldn’t resist looking at these beautiful locks up close,” Sylvain says. He’s close but not too close. Good, Ashen Demon she is, but even she has some standards for personal space.
“The ones that have not moved are the rude boy from earlier and a purple haired nobleman from the Golden Deer.” Sothis starts.
Byleth hums as she looks around the classlist, “Not moving from their spot since the minute are Felix and Lorenz.”
“Of course I wouldn’t participate in this childish game,” Lorenz says.
“Can I leave now?” Felix gruffly says.
“After I finish,” Byleth hears a grumble but nothing else.
“Hiding behind the podium is the green haired boy in the Black Eagles, Edelgard, and a black haired man also from the Black Eagles. And it looks like the green haired one has fallen asleep, how cute.” Sothis says.
“Behind the podium, Linhardt, Hubert, and Edelgard. Linhardt has also fallen asleep.” Byleth relays.
“Impressive, my teacher,” Edelgard gets up from her kneeling position and wipes off clinging pieces of rock and dirt.
“Hmph, perhaps the oaf did not cover the Professor’s ears tightly enough,” Hubert says.
“On top of the bookshelves are an orange haired girl from the Golden Deer, Claude, another orange haired girl from the Blue Lions, and a blond haired girl from the Blue Lions. Two on the forward right side and one on each on the left.”
Byleth points to the right side first, “On the right bookshelf closest to the podium, Claude and Leonie.”
Byleth swaps hands and point on her left side, “On the left bookshelf closest to the podium is-”
“The orange haired one,” Sothis interjects.
“Annette,” Byleth points to the other bookshelf on the left side, “On the farther bookshelf to the right is Ingrid.”
“Seriously, I thought this was a good spot!” Leonie whines.
Claude whistles, “Impressive, Teach.”
“I thought my footsteps were silent when I climbed up,” Ingrid mumbles.
“Um, Mercie, once you get caught, can you help me get down from here?” Annette says nervously. Byleth doesn’t hear any response back but Annette responds positively so Mercedes must have given her a nod.
“We might as well help the poor girl now. I think her friend is the beige colored hair girl, no? She is hiding behind the left foremost pillars along with the blue haired boy from the Black Eagles and green haired boy in the Golden Deer,” Sothis says.
Byleth points to the foremost left pillars, “On the foremost left pillar, Mercedes, Caspar, and Ignatz.”
“Wow, maybe you do have a ghost!” Caspar pops out.
“Uh, maybe the Professor heard your shout?” Ignatz says.
“Thanks Professor, now I can help out Annie,” Mercedes says.
“I will be going down the row of columns on the left side,” Byleth announces.
Sothis hums as she floats down the left columns, “The second pillar is Dimitri and a silver haired man from the Blue Lions. The third is a pink haired girl and a blue haired girl both in Golden Deer. The last column on the left hides a brown haired girl from the Black Eagles and a white haired girl on the Golden Deer.”
“Going down the rows, the second pillar hides Dimitri and Dedue. The third left pillar is Marianne and Hilda. The farthest left pillar hides Lysithea and Dorothea.”
“Your Highness, you appear troubled,” Dedue says.
“…It’s nothing of importance,” Dimitri says.
“Ugh, even after I put in the effort to hide behind a pillar,” Hilda groans.
“I’m sorry. It’s probably my fault,” Marianne says.
“It doesn’t mean much anyway. It’s just a game of hide and seek,” Hilda waves her hand.
“I was silent. I made sure of it. Even then, Sylvain and Raphael were blocking the Professor’s view. There’s no way. But to believe that ghosts are r-r-real is-” Lysithea is crouching with her hands on her head.
“Uh, Claude, you might need to get yourself over here. I don’t think Lysithea is taking this well,” Dorothea says worrily.
Claude walks over, “Hey, Lysithea, don’t worry. Who knows, maybe it’s a friendly ghost. Like a happy spirit or something…”
“On the right pillars,” Sothis floats over as Claude keeps talking, “The first pillar houses an orange haired guy in the Black Eagles. There is nothing until the very last pillar where a purple haired girl also from the Black Eagles is crouching. Dear me, she is quite shaken up.”
“On the closest right column, is Ferdinand. On the farthest right column is Bernadetta.” Byleth reads off. Almost done with everyone.
“Impossible. To know of a ghost itself is something of fairy tales,” Ferdinand mumbles.
Bernadetta screams when Byleth mentions her name, “Please don’t haunt me! I’m not really worth haunting! I’m a good girl like everyone else, so please don’t kill me!”
“Woah, Bernie, calm down. I’m sure this ghost won’t harm you,” Dorothea walks over to comfort Bernie.
“And perhaps the most acrobatic of all, a gray haired boy in the Blue Lions and the other purple haired girl in the Black Eagles. They have the skills to scale the pillars to reach the ceiling joists.”
Byleth points to the roof, “And on the roof, Ashe and Petra.”
“Perhaps the Professor is having of a guardian spirit.” Petra says.
“Ghosts can’t exist, right? I thought it was just all in storybooks,” Ashe mumbles.
Byleth turns around after finishing reading off the classlist for the three classes. Sylvain stands to her side and flashes a smile. It’s guarded and doesn’t reach his eyes.
“May everyone walk to the center?” Byleth waits until everyone is there, “Any questions?”
Ashe raises his hand slowly. Byleth nods in his direction, “Can you make eye contact with the ghost?”
Strange question but Byleth answers, “Yes.” Sothis herself is floating by the fireplace.
“Then can you make eye contact with it for half a minute?” Ashe says while moving closer.
“Alright,” Sothis doesn’t understand either but they maintain eye contact for thirty seconds. Ashe in that time stares at Byleth’s eyes looking for something.
“Does that explain anything?” Byleth asks when the time is up.
Ashe gulps something that isn’t there before answering, “No visible shift.”
“And that means?” Caspar asks.
“Perfect eye contact. If anyone stares at anything that isn’t a human, their eyes would wander because we tend to get bored of it.” Ashe explains.
Hubert shifts and glowers but says nothing. He knows what Ashe says is somewhat true.
Ignatz shakily raises his hand next, “Uh, is there a limit to how far the ghost can travel?”
“We have tested it. From the monastery to Fodlan’s Locket. It had taken two days but it can be done. The only drawback is how exhausted they are after the trip.”
Ignatz’s eyes widened, “That’s normally a week trip! Two weeks if you want to return.”
Dorothea’s hand raises, “Does the ghost show its, uh, deceased form to you?”
“Why, the gall of this woman! What does she think of how I would present myself? As a mere corpse with decaying flesh and bone? Phooey! Byleth, you must tell them how regal I look,” Sothis huffs.
“They actually look quite alive,” Byleth says.
“That’s it?!” Sothis shrieks, “Not my elaborate clothing? My exquisite hair? My ornate headdress?”
“She is also quite fashionable,” Byleth adds.
“Oh, well that must be a joy for you, Professor,” Dorothea claps her hands, delighted. Her face is slightly pinched, different from her cheerful attitude.
Petra raises her hand, “Do you have the following of a wind spirit? Or earth?”
Byleth turns to Sothis as she ponders about it, “Hmm, I do not have commands over the winds or earth below. My jurisdiction is magical as I am able to turn back the hands of time. Hmm, I do not know.”
“It is not elemental but it is magical in general if that is what you are asking,” Byleth answers. The answer doesn’t seem to please Petra but she does not reiterate.
Claude raises his hand and takes a hesitant breath before speaking, “Is your ghost available to hire?”
“Claude, please tell me that you are not entertaining this buffoonery?” Lorenz comments.
“Wait, like hire as in hiring a mercenary type deal?” Leonie asks.
“Claude, surely you jest,” Dimitri turns his head to him.
“That can’t be possible, can it?” Ashe asks.
“My lady?” Hubert whispers to Edelgard.
“Let’s entertain the motion first,” Edelgard says back.
“I, for one, would like to see if this ‘ghost’ is true or not. And if they can take offerings too. My, this might be more interesting than crestology itself.” Linhardt says.
“How would payment work?” Ferdinand ponders.
“Believing in fairy tales are we now, Ferdie?” Dorothea mock gasps.
“What’s your price?” Byleth asks Sothis and the crowd simmers down.
“Hmm, magical energy is needed so that I could alter the flow of time, so items that can refill my magic faster like Spirit Dust, or a person’s magical energy would make for an equal transaction,” Sothis says.
“Items such as Spirit Dust, magical herbs, or a person’s magical energy is her type of payment,” Byleth relays.
“Wait, there’s no way a ghost can take payments?” If it were possible, Leonie’s jaw would have fallen to the floor.
“Seriously, that’s awesome,” Caspar says.
“I wonder if this spirit comes from Duscur origin,” Dedue's voice rumbles softly.
“My my, the Book of Serios never had any mention of this,” Mercedes says.
“Mercie, I don’t even think we’re talking about religious ideas to begin with,” Annette says.
Claude raises an eyebrow, “Ok, why don’t we test this out then? I have a request,”
“Oh, this Reigan boy is a curious one indeed,” Sothis giggles.
“Wait, Claude, this might be dangerous,” Lysithea holds his sleeve back, her eyes showing her fear.
“Hey, if it is dangerous, then it’s fine. I’ve survived far worse and if this ghost spirit thing decides to take away all my magic, then it’s a good thing I just started learning it. In fact it’s better if I go than you,” Claude says soothingly. Lysithea huffs but detaches off Claude before going behind another Golden Deer.
“Your request?” Byleth asks.
“Just want to know what’s for dinner. Should be simple enough,” Claude gives an easy smile.
“Alright, just let out your magical energy but don’t form it into a matrix,” Byleth instructs.
Claude raises one hand, letting magical energy form above his hand. The Crest of Reigan shines above his hand, “This good?”
Byleth looks between the Crest of Reigan and Sothis. Sothis herself makes a hum of satisfaction before floating to Claude, “She is going to grab the energy off of you now, Claude.”
Sothis cups her hands before floating a distance away. The magic that Claude releases, with the floating Crest of Reigan flies with Sothis as she places it into her chest, “Far too much energy for such a simple task but I will carry it out.”
Claude himself falls to a knee, panting. His classmates run up to him in concern.
“Claude, you alright?” Leonie is first to his side.
“Pal, you good?” Raphael has a rare frown on his face.
“You foolish idiot!” Lysithea seethes as she checks his forehead.
“Did you just sell off some of your magical energy?” Hilda inspects Claude's hand.
“Claude von Reigan, unless if you are putting up a front as a joke, that is perhaps one of the most dumbfounded ideas you’ve ever had. More so than half the poisons you say that you have in your room,” Lorenz hisses.
“Maybe I should have done it,” Marianne whispers.
“Do you need a healer? I can fetch Professor Manuela,” Ignatz crouches to check for any blemishes on Claude. Byleth themselves want to check if Claude has anything wrong with him but their peers fill that role well. The Blue Lions and Black Eagles hover anxiously but don’t want to crowd Claude.
“Claude’s not faking it, is he?” Annette asks.
“An interesting development,” Linhardt tries to stand on his toes to get a better view of Claude from his position. He is held back by Petra and Caspar.
“The elders in Brigid must know of this spirit,” Petra murmurs under her breath.
“No offense, Linhardt but I ain’t gonna let you get close to a magic taker. Your entire Crest revolves around magic,” Caspar blocks the way.
“If only I had a notebook with me,” Linhardt knows better than to force past Caspar. But Caspar and Petra? That will be an impossible feat.
Hubert is already writing down his thoughts and the actions surrounding Claude and the ‘ghost’. Writing in a dark tome is worth this discovery.
“Claude’s not dying, right? Wait, can the ghost steal all my magical energy and kill me? I don’t wanna die!”
“T-The magic floated. No activation or trigger. That is literally impossible,” Annette stares at the spot where Sothis takes Claude’s magic energy but only sees empty air.
“Should I perform healing magic on Claude?” Mercedes asks.
“Entertained, Felix?” Sylvan asks.
“No,” Felix answers.
“Intrigued?” Felix doesn't answer that question and Sylvain grins at him. Felix responds by scowling at him.
“Guy, guys, back off. I’m fine for the most part. I feel like I just ran a lap around the monastery though,” Claude pants, “Hey Teach?”
“Yes?”
“Did your ghost go off to do my request yet?”
“No, they are merely observing you since this is the first time anyone offered energy. She is also fretting that she may have taken too much of your magical energy,” Byleth explains.
“Send them on their way. I’ll be fine,” Byleth nods to Sothis as she does Claude’s request.
“Ignatz, go to the dining hall to see what’s for dinner. Might as well check if the information is right,” Claude says, swiping off Lysithea’s hand.
“Right, I’ll leave now,” the boy begins to jog to the dining hall.
“If it makes you feel better, she says that your magical energy will be refilled by the end of the day,” Byleth says.
“Thanks for the info,” Claude swipes off Lysithea’s hands again, “What are you trying to do, Lysithea?”
“Read your magical level, you fool. Don’t move,” Claude stayed still until Lysithea removed her hand. She pursed her lips, “No wonder you’re sweating so much. Claude, you said that you just started learning magic, so you didn’t have much magical storage to begin with. You basically gave away half your magical energy. Any more and then you would have been into levels of Magic Exhaustion or worse Magic Depletion.”
“If I heard right, you said that the ghost is a lady?” The room falls silent at Sylvain's comment. They look at him in disbelief.
“Gautier, that might have been the stupidest comment you have ever uttered in your life,” Hubert says.
“Now you know how I feel,” Ingrid sighs, “Wait until I tell you about the story with my grandmother.”
“Blackmail? Unexpected, perhaps you and I should set aside some time for us to have a cup of tea.” Hubert says.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” Ingrid claps her hands together.
“Woah, let’s not spill out all my embarrassing memories now, Ingrid!” Sylvain is quick to put himself between the sightline of Ingrid and Hubert.
“Dude, isn’t a ghost dead?” Caspar says, “That tone kinda sounds like you want to romance one.”
“Yes, Sylvain. Surely you wouldn’t want to do something lustful to a being that has respectfully passed?” Mercedes has a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. Her hands are clasped in a prayer position.
“A joke! A joke, guys!” Sylvain hastily puts his hands up, “Didn’t mean anything with it, honest.”
“You best hope so, Sylvain. That behavior is unbecoming of a noble,” Lorenz scoffs.
“Goddess, please do not cast judgment upon the wicked man for it is in his nature,” Marianne prays.
Sothis returns and takes her place near Byleth, “The options for tonight’s supper are Beast Meat Teppanyaki, Grilled Herring, Gautier Cheese Grain, and Sweet Buns Trio.”
“She returned. The dining hall will have Beast Meat Teppanyaki, Grilled Herring, Gautier Cheese Grain, and Sweet Buns Trio,” Byleth informs to the utter relief of Sylvain.
“Now to see if she’s right,” Claude grunts. Raphael helps him up. He stands on his own feet but stumbles, keeping a hand on Raphael, “Thanks.”
Ignatz returns a minute later, winded but still able to speak, “I checked the menu. Dinner is Grilled Herring, Gautier Cheese Grain, Beast Meat Teppanyaki, and, oh what was it?”
“Sweet Buns Trio,” Claude says.
“Yes, that’s right. Claude. How’d you-?” Ignatz is about to ask but quickly remembers why he was sent to the Dining Hall, his face rapidly paling.
“Are we sure the Professor didn’t look at the menu before coming here?” Annette squeaks out.
“No, the cafeteria staff told me they had just written up the menu when I arrived,” Ignatz answers.
The room falls silent at the implication that their Professor can see a ghost. Not only see but commune and give orders to it.
“You got my vote,” Claude says. He is able to stand on his two feet but stands shoulder to shoulder with Raphael, “Unless if someone can explain my missing energy I believe Teach.”
Ignatz and Lysithea nod in agreement even though they want to disagree.
“Clearly the professor is trying to fool us, ” Lorenz interrupts, “Claude could have ignited his magical energy. Plus the statement of the professor also knowing the dining menu could be because of their good relations to the chef and that they had asked beforehand.”
“But what about when we hid?” Hilda says nonchalantly.
“Luck if I had to guess, or their profession of mercenary work being able to somehow read our movements,” Lorenz says.
“Do you even hear yourself? Ugh, nobles,” Dorothea rolls her eyes before giving her statement, “I know that ghosts can exist after this but I dunno if I want to accept it yet.”
“Further testing is required but this initial claim is sufficient,” Linhardt says.
“I’m with Linhardt. If he believes that the ghost is real, I believe him,” Caspar says.
“I will abstain from voting until more info is provided,” Edelgard says.
“I too am the same,” Hubert says.
“The Professor is having my agreement, though the spirit is having difference from Brigid spirits,” Petra says.
Dedue hesitates before speaking, “The same applies for me and Duscur stories.”
“Dunno about you but I’ve been convinced since the hide and seek activity,” Sylvain says.
“While that is indeed impressive, I’m still on the fence on this one,” Ingrid has a hand on her chin when she answers.
“I don’t care if you believe it or not. The faster I get out of here, the better,” Felix says.
“One question,” Ferdinand raises his hand apprehensively.
“Yes?” Byleth says
“Does your ghost have a name?” Ferdinand asks.
“Yes,” Byleth replies, “Her name is Sothis.”