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AN: Sorry for the week delay, lots of things got in my way, such as FE: Echoes, (Insert many excuses that don't need to be mentioned here).

Anyways, let us get into the story!


Chapter 7: The Exalt and The King

Location: Dukedom Themis

The bright sun shined down the traveling Shepherds, who just arrived at the highly respected Dukedom, Themis. People were already being evacuated long before Chrom's arrival, but a couple of Yliseans were either still gathering their stuff or protesting – much to Robin's discomfort – and generally wasting precious time.

Robin picked up the pace of his walk and caught up with Chrom who was at the front. "Hopefully we don't spend too much time here," Robin continued. "Who knows what Plegia will do as time goes by."

Chrom nodded and glanced around the almost now empty buildings. "Two entire days have gone by since the report, I'm no strategist, but I am sure that has given them enough time to lay down traps."

"Indeed, we're walking towards the serpent's den."

"Glad we're on the same page," Chrom said with a tired sigh. "Hopefully everything goes well."

Robin continued to march alongside the prince in silence, it was only until they reached the plaza where things started to buzz with activity, countless soldiers running around and preparing weapons and armor alike.

"It seems like Ylisse still knows how to prepare for battle..," Robin muttered to himself, occasionally glancing up to the skies and spotting a few pegasus knights doing their routines.

"Milord," Frederick's voice caught the duo's attention. "Reports have been sent in, Plegia's army awaits us at the border as we speak. It said that their army easily exceeds the hundreds, backed up with Wyvern Riders and fortresses."

Said information was easy to shake any novice, but Robin considered the information and simply nodded. "We'll move our archers closer to the front lines then, guarded by our knights, while mages will be taking aim behind said knights for extra backup, we won't allow them to advance if they attempt to attack us."

Frederick listened, however, the stalwart knight glanced at Chrom, awaiting his confirmation. "Yes, what Robin said might work, but we lack mages."

"Such a thing shouldn't be an issue," The tactician smiled lightly. "We'll assign Miriel there, I have already given her a general basis of our war commands, it'll allow me to control the ranks easier at the front alongside Emmeryn's honor guards."

"... Very well, so that will be it for our men?" Chrom's question was answered with a nod, which in turn, the prince made way to the other generals and soldiers in order to pass the plan around.

Frederick shortly followed and left the tactician behind the former catching up with the prince. "Milord, are you sure about this? Surely you'll want a trained and experienced tactician commanding over one hundred units."

"Fear not, Frederick. I have considered such things and signed an extra tactician into our ranks, but I still fully trust Robin, someone who fights alongside us and commands our group based on traits and performance is someone I cannot help but admire."

"Milord, not to be rude, but this is the situation is very different from that of commanding our small group of Shepherds."

Chrom suddenly halted, causing the Knight to stop as well. "Instead of questioning my every decision, how about you check if our men are prepared."

"Milord..,"

"I'm aware that your intentions are pure, Frederick. That you only wish for the best; which is why I'm very grateful, however, I believe in Robin and his skills that he has showcased as of late," Chrom started to remember the words the tactician used in order to convince the councilors. "And if you don't believe in him, at the very least, believe in me."

At first, the Knight stood in silence, not sure on how to respond to his prince. "Is that an order..?"

Chrom simply sigh. "If it was, you would obey without a word, but that isn't my intention; consider it a suggestion, now go check our soldiers.., now that is an order." The prince simply smirked upon saying that.

"Of course, Milord."

Once Frederick was gone, Chrom's expression saddens upon glancing at the west gates where the army would march through and meet the Plegian king. "Hopefully my trust isn't misguided, unlike my father, I would like to be able to keep trusting others..."

...

Robin looked around the many convoys - eyes shifting - on the look out for a specific barrel. "Gods, where is the lad? Ricken!?" He shouted the young mage's name but was responded with silence. "The road was bumpy as well.., please tell me the barrel didn't fall off and we lost the kid!?"

"I'm not a kid!" The muffled voice was heard at a distance.

Robin followed the sound of said voice and spotted a shaking barrel, it wasn't long till the lid pop off and Ricken's head peeked out. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

This made Robin chuckle lightly, in both amusement and relief. "Right, of course. Anyways, we have arrived at our destination, best for you to put on the coat we talked about and sneak into our ranks."

Ricken jumped out of the barrel in a single motion and pulled out a brown coat that was inside said hiding spot. "I'm excited, finally a big mission that I can help in!"

"We still don't know if any fighting will occur, but something tells me the chances are rather high..." Robin said while looking around the convoy, countless weapons and medical supplies were visible.

"So, what's the plan?" Ricken asked after putting on the concealing coat.

"Just hang back with the other mages, your main job will be taking out any wyvern riders from the skies."

Upon hearing this, Ricken took a small step back with uncertain eyes. "W-Wyverns..?"

"Yes, Wyverns, big scaly flying reptilians that can somehow breathe fire if they wanted. I thought Ylisseans were aware of how they look like." Robin couldn't help but smile at Ricken's now worried expression.

"No, no! I know how they look like, and I'm aware of what they do! It's just.., gosh I wasn't expecting to fight one..." Ricken looked down at his feets for a bit, before glancing back up. "Are you not from Ylisse, Robin?"

For once, the tactician's eyes widen. "Where did that come from?"

"It's just that you said Ylisseans, so I'm just wondering if you're from Feroxi or something, it would explain the large coat – although the symbols look weird."

Robin sighed inwardly, taking a mental note to mind his words carefully next time. "I've lost my memories, so I can't help but speak in a way that doesn't include myself in this halidom,"

"Wait, you have no idea where you're from?" Ricken looked at Robin in shock.

"Correct," He lied. "But we should head out, everyone is currently moving about and it would be wise not to get left behind."

Ricken didn't question any further and trailed behind the now moving tactician, many of the Ylissean soldiers were indeed moving around already, some even forming groups and ranks that would march over to the Plegian borders.

The countless amount of papers Robin had to put up with were approved by the military, but there was a certain catch for them being accepted, many of the Shepherds were forced to split up and join various groups; Sumia was a prime example of this, already in the air with her fellow pegasus knights.

"At least they didn't waste time by questioning me over and over..." Robin muttered to himself, observing – while walking – the moving squadrons.

"What was that?" Ricken attempted to converse.

"Hmm," Robin eyed the young lad who was probably denied constantly for his age. "I was just saying that being constantly rejected by others who don't know my abilities, is rather annoying."

Almost in an instant, Ricken's eyes lit up as he gasped, nodding soon after. "Right!? People just never understand that everyone deserves a chance to show what they can do!" Ricken paused for a second. "Wait, is that why you allowed me to come along?"

Robin heard the mage take a sudden halt, causing the tactician to stop and look over his shoulder. Ricken seemed to have a disappointed face as if the lad was lied to and was only being filled with pity. "Nonsense, your magical talents will help greatly against Plegian soldiers, especially wyvern riders."

Ricken's expression lightens somewhat, but Robin just sighed and continued walking, the two were now very close to the west gates and approaching a small group of mages. "Ricken, you'll stay with this group,"

"What about you?"

"I'll be moving through the ranks, I have to be near the front most of the time," Robin waited for any response, but upon being greeted with a nod, the man left. "Just stay with the mages." Was the last thing he said while heading towards Chrom's group just up ahead.

Once the tactician made his way to the front, he soon spotted two familiar faces. "Chrom, Frederick," Both individuals turned to him. "Is everything set?"

"Indeed," Chrom responded with a nod. "Emmeryn will be up here soon, alongside her honored guards."

"Great, I rather not waste any more time, who knows what type of mischiefs we'll face." Robin's words were responded with nods of agreement.

Clanking armor attracted their gazes, a group of knights wielding silver lances - matching silver shields - approached the trio, all of them protecting one individual at the center as they walked forward.

"Emm," Chrom greeted his elder sister.

"Forgive us for delaying the journey, some advisers were being rather.., cautious with the whole situation." The Exalt explained with a small smile, her head being barely visible from the wall of armor guarding her.

Chrom let out a weak chuckle. "We shall move out then, if you're ready, Emm."

"Lead the way, Chrom."

With that, Chrom nodded towards Frederick, said knight walked over to his trusty steed and took out a horn from one of the many side pouches the creature carried.
Frederick took a deep breath before blowing into the instrument of war, everyone paused as they counted how many times the horn was played, and it wasn't long till marching was heard after Frederick was finished setting the army into motion.

"Alright everyone!" Chrom announced. "Let us move out!"


Location: Plegian and Ylissean Border.

After an hour of marching, the Ylissean army had split into multiple forces, some hiding in the forest next to the mountainous road Chrom's group currently took, and pegasus knights flying high above the clouds for cover. Only the main group, which contained Emmeryn's royal guards, Chrom, Frederick, and Robin, could be seen on the road.

Robin was already observing the forts up ahead, that were located a few feet above their own route. "Those forts will cause us some issues," He pointed out to the prince who nodded.

"The air feels tense, I'm finding it quite hard to breathe calmly," Chrom muttered softly.

Said forts caught their attention long enough for two plegian soldiers to stand before their group. "I'm afraid you lot have to stay put." One of them said loud enough to avert the Ylissean's gazes.

Frederick commanded his steed to move at the front. "We're here in order to meet with King Gangrel."

One of the Plegians ran off to the side while another stood their ground. Both parties waited in silence, but it wasn't long till a howl of laughter was heard, averting everyone's gaze towards a small ledge high above their heads.

"Well if it isn't the Exalt herself, in all of her radiance! I'm afraid I must shield my eyes!" The red-haired man, who wore a fancy attire of gold and black, laughed at his own jest.

"King Gangrel," Emmeryn responded. "I've come for the truth of this unfortunate incident between us."

"The truth..?" A lady in skin tight black clothing that bewitched her beauty even further, spoke up while standing proudly next to the king. "I can give you the truth."

Robin ignored whatever conversation Emmeryn was having from then on, eyeing the women with white hair and purple markings that tainted her tan exposed skin – areas such as her exposed belly and cleavage – markings that were oddly familiar.

It wasn't until a duo of barbarians presented an all too familiar face, they practically dragged the struggling tied up Maribelle up to the ledge so the entire world could see.

"Unhand me!" The blonde shouted. "You gutter-born troglodyte!"

Even from where the Shepherds stood, they could see that the girl's clothes were covered in mud and dirt, Maribelle herself was scratched up and obviously mistreated severely.

Robin's blood boiled at such a sight. "Those dastards..." In return, an odd sensation filled his chest, it felt as his heart was suddenly lit on fire; Robin could only do his best to ignore the pain for now.

However, something was wrong, everything seemed to darken in Robin's vision for what seemed to be only a few seconds, only to return in a sudden rush. "Give me the fire emblem and I shall overlook this issue!" King Gangrel shouted, proving that the tactician zoned out for most of the conversation and that the parley was breaking with each passing second.

"Why would Plegia desire such treasure?" Emmeryn calmly responded.

"The fire emblem is the key to having all one's wishes realized," Gangrel spoke passionately. "I have desired it for years! But with each passing day, each passing birthday, Ylisse has yet to send me the gift I so desire."

Emmeryn didn't seem to enjoy what she was hearing, for the Exalt stomp her foot lightly. "The Emblem's power is meant for one sole purpose, King Gangrel: to save the world and its people at their hour of most desperate need. Would you claim a more noble wish?"

Gangrel laughter turned sour, and wicked, one worthy of the mad king. "I want what every Plegian wants – a grisly end for every last Ylissean – what more noble cause can possibly exist!?"

"What?" Emmeryn barely gasped out.

"Surely you haven't forgotten what the last Exalt did to my people?" Gangrel voiced out with a grin plastered on his face, leaning forward and facing down the ledge he stood upon. "Your father named us heathens! His crusade across Plegia butchered countless of my subjects and my kin!"

Everyone grew tensed, as the mad king spat venom at the Ylisse's old wound. "... I have never denied Ylisse's past wrongdoings," Emmeryn continued. "But I have sworn to never repeat those mistakes! Our realm is now that of peace."

"Your realm is nothing more than a haven of hypocrisy! Now hand over the Fire Emblem!" Gangrel demanded this time.

"No!" Maribelle shouted from her dire position. "Your Grace, you mustn't give in to his words! I'll sooner die than act as a bargaining chip for this filthy reprobate!"

"Silence that girl!" Gangrel ordered the guard, who in turn slapped the Troubadour across the face.

Chrom took a step forward. "You black-hearted devil!" The prince shouted in anger, hand already falling on Falchion's hilt.

"Control your dog! Before someone gets hurt," Gangrel shouted. "Now I'll have your response, dear Exalt!"

Emmeryn took a long pause, eyeing Maribelle with uncertain eyes. Robin took this as an opportunity to warn Frederick of the incoming danger, for it was now obvious what was happening.

"Your Grace! Don't do it!" The duke's daughter said once more, having enough courage to sacrifice her life in exchange for not giving up the sacred treasure Ylisse has guarded for many years.

"Maribelle... I'm afraid I can't accept the deal, Gangrel." Emmeryn finally said with a determined glare.

This angered the Plegian King greatly. "Fine! I guess I'll have to pry it from your dead cold hands! Kill the girl, this parley is over!"

Before anyone could say anything, Chrom charged forward, only to be blocked by a trio of Plegian soldiers. "Out of my way!" The angered prince slashed one of the plegian across the chest.

Robin instantly shivered at the sight. "C-Chrom, no!" Was the only thing he could say.

Gangrel's lips turned upwards into a demented smile. "Now that's a declaration of war if I have ever seen one.., A big messy war that will bleed you Ylisseans dry!" The mad king's laughter filled the air as Chrom realized what he had done.

"Frederick!" Robin shouted, said Knight blew into the horn, alerting the entire Ylissean army of the shift in plans. "Retreat and escort Emmeryn back to safety."

Plegian soldiers ran down the rocky paths, their roars filled with blood lust as they quickly covered the ground between them and the Ylissean guards.

However, before the Plegians could reach their target, Javelins dropped from the skies and impaled a few while scaring off the rest. A wave of Pegasus knights flew above the rocky path for a few seconds before flying straight into the skies once more, hiding behind the clouds before any archers locked onto them.

"The Ylissean army is strong..." Robin muttered as their group retreated, but something caught his attention, someone in a brown coat to be exact. "No.., you have got to be kidding me!"

Ricken was making his way slowly up the path and heading towards a struggling Maribelle. "Robin, don't just stand there, we need to gain some distance!" Chrom shouted from behind.

An ear piercing roar was heard from afar, coming from the summit of the mountain to be exact.

"Blast it all.., Frederick, alerted the other group; we need to gain some distance this time and attack the Wyvern Riders with our archers!" Robin's voice was barely audible, drowned out by the intimidating screeches that came from the approaching Wyverns.

Once more the war horn filled the air with its melody as Robin dashed behind a knight, every soldier with a shield raised it above their heads and created a roof. With each passing second, the Wyvern could be heard getting closer and closer, Frederick gave one last signal before galloping his steed away from the incoming barrage.

Suddenly, arrows plummet from the heavens and littered the ground around the Ylisseans. "Sister, you must retreat once our archers cease fire," Chrom said at a very worried Exalt.

"... Right," Emmeryn was uncertain, that much was obvious. "Just promise me to be–" The sound of an explosion interrupted the Exalt - the noise most likely coming from spells hitting their targets.

Everyone flinched upon feeling the ground rumble at the weight of a fallen Wyvern – five more soon followed – the impact was enough to cover the area in a cloud of dust; forcing everyone to shelter their eyes as the chaos halted.

Chrom coughed and waved the dust aside, once it subsided, he noticed that Robin was missing. "Where did... Robin!?" The prince noticed the young tactician running up the mountainous road.

Even if Robin heard his name being called, he didn't stop or look back. 'I need to hurry! D-Damn it, Ricken dies here doesn't he!?' Memories flashed through his mind, a blood stained blue hat and a crying Maribelle was all he could think of.

The tactician knew that the Ylissean's had failed to take out every Wyvern-Rider, their arrows flew to the skies too early and missed a vast majority of them, allowing the Plegian's to retreat and play the defensive. This, in turn, prevented any pegasus knights to come into the fray and rescue the duke's daughter, both sides had to retreat now and all momentum had been lost in a matter of seconds.

However, there was one factor that Robin could still count on: the currently panicking ranks that came from the sudden declaration of war.

"Hey!" One of the Plegians – who stood next to a fort – spotted Robin and moved to intercept him.

Robin could only grit his teeth and drew his iron sword, he proceeded to step to the left, only to dash towards the right. Before the Plegian could redirect his axe to block the incoming faint attack, it was far too late, steel met flesh.

Before any other soldiers noticed what was going on – far too busy watching the skies and taking cover – Robin sprinted down the road and had Ricken in his sight.

Said young mage stood protectively in front of the troubadour, the young lad was facing off the odd white haired women. "S-Stay away, or I'll blast you off this cliff!" Ricken shouted.

"Oh my, trying to be the hero?" The women chuckled into her hand. "You do realize you're protecting a girl that started this entire war, don't you?"

Maribelle flinched upon hearing those words, cascading her gaze down at the ground. "No... That isn't true."

"Yes, I can see it now," The women smirked. "The girl that destroyed house Ylisse! Years from now, you shall be remembered–!?" A strong gust of wind forced the plegian to dodge out of the way.

"Don't talk down to us, witch!" Ricken conjured another spell, forcing the dark mage to dodge once more.

"I've had enough of you brats." A dark miasma was summoned on the palm of her hands before she tossed sphere of dark matter at the duo.

Ricken stood his ground, ready to defend Maribelle till the end. "Get out of the way, kid!" Robin managed to intercept the attack and toss the sphere aside, said spell exploded a few feet away.

"Robin!?" Ricken's eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"

"I can say the same to you, but get moving, we don't have much time-" Robin was interrupted by the screeching roars of the Wyverns. "Move!"

Ricken nodded and grabbed Maribelle by the hand, the duo making a run for it.

"My, my," Robin shifted his gaze, staring at the talking mage in front of him. "You... Yes, I know you."

"Oh? I don't recall who you are, mind refreshing me." Robin demanded while spreading both legs, ready to catch any spells and throw them aside.

"Aw, how rude of you, Robin – already forgetting your dear Aversa? I'm shocked." Aversa pretended to look hurt.

Her name, it easily reminded the tactician of dark magic, while being an agent of some sorts. "Look, whoever you are, I advise retreating."

Aversa shook her head and conjured a spell. "I'm afraid I can't do that," Purple symbols appeared around the mage. "Orders are orders after all!"

Robin slapped the dark sphere aside once it was launched and within reach, however, this time it almost slid off his hand and could have potentially killed him. 'That was a stronger spell than before, I need to be cautious.'

"I'm surprised you're able to just deflect my attacks like that, I see why they want you now," Aversa took a step back, a confident smile on her face. "But I'm afraid your time is out, especially your little friend's."

In an instant, Robin turned to face the road Ricken took, what he saw made his stomach drop – a large Wyvern stood before the duo – Robin could only shout the mage's name as Ricken conjured a spell.
Two shadows rushed down the road, Robin looked up in time to see two pegasus knights flying towards the Wyvern-Rider, Ricken distracted the Plegian with his spell; long enough for the Knights to intercept the foe.

"Ha! Take that-" Robin stop talking in time to see that Aversa was on a black Pegasus. "A dark flier!?"

"Hmm, something wrong boy? Did you think I would stick around and fight to the death?" She chuckled before starting to gain height, preparing to fly away.

"El–" A sheering pain forced the tactician to clutch his chest, Aversa's laughter grew ever more distant as Robin steadied his breathing. Robin bent over and grabbed his knees, cursing himself inwardly. "Why... Why is this happening to me!?" A faint purple glow creeps through his gloves.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over the dazed tactician. "I won't ask for you name little one, only your life," Robin glanced up, only to be greeted by sharp teeth.

This made Robin jump back and dodge the Wyvern. "General Orton," He said after taking a better look at the rider.

"So you know my name..?" The man who had swept back red hair, raised their eyebrow while pointing his spear at Robin.

'Apparently so,' Robin didn't linger on how he knew, instead, he took out his weapon.

Orton simply sighed and commanded his Wyvern to charge forward on the ground, the reptile went for a bite; forcing Robin to dodge back and barely avoid a lance at the same time. The Wyvern spun in place, an armored tail going straight for its target's chest, Robin blocked it with his blade but was pushed back by the force.

After regaining his balance, Robin charged in bravely and ducked under a tail swipe. "Take this!" The tactician landed a blow on the Wyvern's leg, but the creature's scales prevented any damage.

Orton quickly guarded his partner by striking with his spear, Robin dodged back but was tossed aside by the Wyvern's head once his feet left the ground. "Only a fool would go up against a Wyvern with an iron sword," Orton taunted with a disinterested tone as he watched his opponent slide across the ground.

"... I won't be able to dodge both of them at the same time, that much is obvious," Robin muttered as he stood up.

The tactician took quick glances at where Ricken and Maribelle were, and to his relief, both of them had already left with the help of the pegasus knights. The ground shook under the weight of a moving Wyvern, alerting the tactician of the incoming attack; just in time to jump to the side and avoid a bite.

Orton followed up with his steed, striking Robin while his guard was low, it managed to nick the tactician's left shoulder. Robin winced in pain as he was yet again, forced to dodge underneath the incoming tail swipe.

"I'm afraid it's over for you..!" Orton whips his reins, and the Wyvern lifted its tail in response.

The anticipation was there, Robin knew it was about to slam down all of its tail's weight; taking advantage of this, Robin dodged the attack and quickly jumped on the limb, running up the scaly back and towards the surprised Plegian general.

Robin shouted a war cry as he charged, but Orton stood up in his seat and blocked the incoming attack with the length of his spear. Both men stared into each other eyes during the deadlock, Orton looked annoyed, but his eyes showed hints of curiosity.

Before the Shepherd's tactician could get the advantage, the Wyvern started to shake, uncomfortable with the unfamiliar weight on top of it. The Plegian general had no issue in maintaining his balance, allowing Orton to knock Robin off the wyvern with a single push.

As the white-haired lad fell on his back, Orton positioned himself and held the spear back over his shoulder, ready to throw it and impale the fallen tactician.
Robin instinctively held out a palm and attempted to conjure a spell – only to be greeted with a searing pain in his chest once again. However, Orton saw this gesture as a plea for mercy, something that made him hesitate; hesitation that bought Robin enough time.

"Sire!" A shadow flew past Robin – followed by a gust of wind – a pegasus knight had landed in between both men.

Robin observed his savior, the knight had long red hair tied up in a neat ponytail that was held in place by her helmet. Said Knight quickly commanded her steed to gallop a pace forward, allowing her lance to strike at the Plegian general, who in return, blocked the spear with his own.
Orton's wyvern roared and attempted to bite the Pegasus, but the latter was quick to jump back – with the help of its wings – while turning, countering by kicking the reptile's head with its hooves.

Both riders clashed with their spears, but the pegasus knight commanded her steed to hover above the ground, giving its rider the high ground while going for another strike. Orton blocked the attack and made his own steed move out of harm's way.

"Enough with this!" Orton shouted, noticing that both armies had fully retreated, and this was going nowhere. "I'll have your head another time."

Robin knew that the general was referring to him, and could only watch Orton retreat with narrowed eyes. "Sir Robin," The knight called out to him.

"Just Robin is fine," He responded while standing up, wincing a bit due to his wounded shoulder. "Thank you, err..?"

"Ah, sorry, my name is Cordelia, and I was sent here by Prince Chrom after he saw what your intentions were," Cordelia commanded her steed to approach the wounded tactician, and held out a hand for him to grab.

Robin nodded in appreciation - taking the hand - and mounted the Pegasus. "Let us get out of here then, before Plegia sends out more soldiers."

"Of course, hang on tight." Not a second passed before the Pegasus launched itself into the air.

Robin did as he was told, least he wanted to fall off. 'So this was the girl Sumia was talking about, the one that believed she didn't deserve to be in the Shepherds. Although, this Pegasus is highly trained, especially when it comes to those coordinated maneuvers; surely there must be a reason as to why Cordelia didn't join, maybe she's shy?.'

"So you're the mysterious Tactician everyone has been talking about?" Cordelia shouted above the rushing wind.

"Mysterious? I hope people aren't spreading ill rumors of me already,"

Cordelia shook her head. "Nothing but curiosity, some say you show great potential; considering what we experienced today, I'm inclined to believe they're right."

"Please, I only did the basics of what a tactician would do in this situation," Robin responded with a small prideful smile, not that Cordelia would notice of course.

"Basic?" Cordelia continued. "My apologies sire, but I don't think making up this many ranks for different scenarios and counters is something basic, Ylisse didn't lose a single man or woman out there because of you."

The pegasus knight was correct, but Robin still didn't feel like he won, even if Gangrel provoked the situation; Chrom did indeed strike down a Plegian, thus, Ylisse is at fault and is the kingdom that started the war.
Due to this, King Gangrel has the excuse to blame the halidom and many of his soldiers saw their comrades fall in today's battle, which will further encourage the Plegian population to fight back with a burning vengeance, all while Ylissean's still want peace and will need further encouragement.

Ylisse had won this battle, but the war was far from being done.


AN: Yeah, short chapter this week, sadly the unexpected turn of events on my end caused this, but fear not! I'll post next Monday, as an apology for the extra week of waiting time; plus it'll be easy for me to write this week anyways!

When it came to making this chapter, I didn't like how everyone decided to throw everything they had at each other, I just don't think Plegia would throw a General (Orton) so suddenly and purposely lose all their men; so I gave them a better tactician haha.

Chrom's anger issues were also the main issue, something that Gangrel took advantage of, and thus, got the war he wanted - but the main goal would be getting Emmeryn out of there safely while avoiding the Wyverns, not killing everything in sight.

At least, that's my mindset when it came to seeing this part of the story.

Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed this small chapter, I'll see ya next time!