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Posted: February 20th, 2017
Last Updated: March 22nd, 2019
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Hey guys! The pairing poll for Jakob has long concluded! As always, please check out the author's notes at the end of the chapter for the results. This story finally broke 100 000 words.
Paralogues are included solely to add character development and world building. Of course, I strongly recommend against skipping them if you want to get an idea of the fuller story.
Chapter 2 Updates:
- Grammatical corrections
Paralogue 2 Updates:
- Grammatical corrections
All changes are purely stylistic and do not impact the story. Efforts will be made to minimize these types of changes in the future.
Now, onto the story…
Chapter 8: A New Old Home (Corrin, Takumi, Iago, Felicia)
Corrin caught a flash of curiosity in King Garon's expression before it transformed into sharp indifference. His esteemed advisor, the senior tactician Iago, did not hide his surprise – the fingers on his right hand tightened into a fist and his eyes widened. The throne room was unchanged from when he first left, though the air felt mustier than before.
"We have returned, Father." Xander bowed.
"Indeed. A crushing success, I have heard." King Garon said, "A fine demonstration of our nation's might. I've already dispatched a construction regiment."
He shifted his regard to the silent outlier.
"Now, it's your turn."
"… H-hello Father." Corrin stuttered, "I have returned from Hoshido."
The large room remained quiet. King Garon and the rest of his family waited for him to continue speaking. The Prince struggled to think of anything he was expected to report. The only servant of the court raised his voice at last.
"You! Are you an illusion?" The tactician hissed. "Why are you here?"
Xander glanced at him. "Iago? He is very much the original."
"I am not quite so sure." Iago folded his arms, "Lord Corrin goes missing in his first assignment- we don't hear about him in days, and then he magically returns to us in the first battle of our invasion? I don't buy it."
"Interesting." King Garon stroked his chin, "The Great Anankos predicted you were still alive, but to be found so soon? This is unexpected."
The guards at the throne room's entrance overheard Iago's accusation and blocked the door. Xander stared at the tactician with malice as Prince Leo slowly backed away from the young Prince. Corrin rubbed his eye with anguish. He prayed they would not press further. King Garon gestured the sentries to give some privacy.
"There is one way to confirm." The king grumbled, "Corrin. Your sword – the one I gifted my son - come forth and give it to me."
"Yes, Father."
The Prince walked forward at a slow pace. The senior tactician place his hand on his personal tome in preparation. Upon reaching the top of the throne's steps, Corrin kneeled in front of King Garon, presenting Ganglari with its long, black sheath.
Ganglari glowed ever brighter in the despot's hands. He stroked the broad side of the sword's blade, revealed small purple flames that jumped to his fingers. King Garon smiled. He slid his finger across the edge, managing to not cutting himself.
His breath deepened, as if he was reading an entertaining fable. It was the first time Corrin saw any positive emotion from him – still, the King's face left worry in his mind. He could not place what information Father read from his sacred weapon.
"Excellent." King Garon put the sword back into its sheath and returned it to the bewildered Prince, "You have taken good care of my gift. You are indeed Corrin."
"Are you sure, milord?" Iago interrupted, "Our lord could have died in the Hoshidan's captivity. Any man, with the proper affinity, can disguise himself and bring back a stolen sword. We can't rule out an imposter operation."
The Prince stopped and let the servant's word fester. If Father wanted a strong and proud descendent, then that is he would show him.
Corrin turned around and pointed Ganglari at the rambling man. The tactician shut his mouth immediately and retreated a step. The rest of the royal family watched with surprised, especially Elise, who was for once too sleepy to be noisy.
"You want to see how alive I am? I can give you a firsthand demonstration."
Elise whimpered. "B-big brother?"
The tactician snorted, startled but unwavering. Corrin withdrew his sacred blade. Iago was right to be skeptical. They did not have any spite between them – the Prince barely knew the man with the half mask - but he had to appease Father. The King chuckled, amused with his newfound aggression.
"Heh. Enough Iago." King Garon said, "Your words have been considered. But, I can tell this is Corrin. He has grown a bit from his former unmanly self."
"You are correct, Father." Xander brought up, "He fought with us on the Hoshidan plains. The opposing army had no chance when he returned to our side."
"Big brother was great! He sent their Princes back crawling!" Elise retorted.
(Uh, no that's-)
"We are all so very proud of him." Camilla smiled.
(You didn't even see me fight!)
"Debatable." Leo muttered.
(Jerk.)
Iago stroke his chin. "Well if he fought so valiantly, then how did he get captured in the first place?"
"That's a story for another time, Father." Corrin said. "If you don't mind, I want to get caught up with our current situation."
"Go on."
The Prince wasted no time. "Well, did Nohr have any involvement with my m- I mean, with Queen Mikoto's assassination? For us to invade only a few days after…"
His words tapered off at the end. The King's face immediately transformed from one resembling satisfaction to repugnance. His grey forehead was covered with more creases and wrinkles than Corrin first imagined.
"What did you say?" The King recoiled.
"How dare you accuse Nohr of using such tactics!" Iago exclaimed, "Queen Mikoto's demise was because of the unrest in her own wretched country."
"No one told me about any resistance groups in Hoshido." He replied, "Yet she must have been killed by an organized effort. The circumstances are odd, at least…"
Leo glared at him. "Hey. Brother. We previously talked about this at the bridges. There is absolutely no evidence that points to Nohr."
Camilla slid a slender finger over her neck quickly, signaling the young Prince to stop speaking. Corrin straightened his back in protest. He waited to face the sharp rebuke King Garon would fling at him.
"I am shocked you think I would stoop that low, Corrin." Father muttered in disappointment. "I know nothing more about this attack than you do."
"Thank you, Father." Corrin hung his head in embarrassment. "Hearing those words from you means a lot to me."
"Tch. Very well." The tactician scoffed in disbelief. "My liege, War Council still needs to be prepared. I shall leave you with your most touching family reunion."
King Garon flicked his hand to grant his leave. The tactician unruffled his elaborate purple and golden robe and walked out of the room. He avoided eye contact with the young Prince as the royal family looked along. After he left, the mood in the room felt mysteriously lightened.
"Iago's word bears some truth, little Prince. You are still on thin ice." The King continued, "You still do not understand what loyalty and deference means. Iago might have been correct after all. The Hoshidan brigands have brainwashed you."
The Crown Prince tried to cover for him again, "He is merely tired from the long journey back."
"No, they haven't brainwashed me." Corrin said, "I was away from Nohr long enough to know that there's no other place I would call home. I want to serve it as the Prince I trained to become."
Despite his words, the King was less erratic than before. Corrin tried examining his suspecting gaze. From his unpleased frown hid a deeper allegation, perhaps even fear for the unknown.
"Hear, hear!" Camilla nodded, "We can't let Xander's training be wasted, can we?"
"Hmm." King Garon said. He thought for some time. "I'll have to keep you here, until I find out what do with you. However, I don't think you'll learn anymore back in the Northern Fortress…"
Xander groaned. "Anywhere but there."
"There are too many urgent matters to attend to. You are not one of them. I have no choice but to let you reside in the castle for now." The King finished.
(Thank Anankos!)
The sliver of hope sprung in Corrin's head. Some part of him did not completely accept Father's explanation, but in the meantime, he could gather some answers. Something has gone horribly wrong in Nohr during his absence, he surmised, and it was his duty to find a way to stop the senseless war.
His loyalty to both of his families dug too deep for any other alternative.
"I'll call the butlers to arrange you a room. Corrin. You are to stay here until they arrive. The rest of you are dismissed."
"Huh? Already?" Elise complained, "He just got here! Can't we spend a bit more time with him? Pleeease?"
"Not until we determine if he's a threat or not." King Garon boomed. "Get back to your rooms, children. There is not much time before you'll lead your forces again."
"Sorry Elise. Maybe another time." Corrin shrugged.
His siblings reluctantly turning towards the door, except for Leo, who left in a heartbeat. Elise puffed her rosy cheeks as Camilla grabbed her hand and led her out into the musty hallway. The guards stepped out of the way to let them through.
Xander bowed one final time in front of their father before waving goodbye to his brother. The young Prince looked back at Father, who flared his nostrils. Corrin could only fully trust himself, his siblings, and Ganglari.
"Don't get too comfortable, boy." King Garon said, furling his raised brow. "If you walk down the wrong path, your last moments will be anything but peaceful."
Corrin gulped and respectfully nodded. After a hard-fought victory, he expected a jollier welcome. He was reunited with his family, but nobody seemed happier. For better or for worse, he was stuck in his old, new home.
It was late morning. Takumi watched from the side at the training match just outside of Castle Shirasagi. Azura examined her opponent and lowered her practice naginata. She and her trainer both wore masks to prevent accidentally hitting the other Hoshidan's face. The fine weapon could be used to batter, stab or hook its opponents, but still was not as versatile as a longbow.
The aged trainer lunged forward in an attempt to hit the songstress's leg. She nimbly jumped back and began spinning her weapon in the air. Her opponent continued advancing, unintimidated.
(In a real battle, she cannot just keep backing up like that.)
"Huh." The man grunted.
He extended his polearm and caught Azura's weapon mid-swing.
She stopped backing up, holding onto the naginata for dear life.
Her opponent pulled back, subsequently jumping forward once again.
The dull blade finally tapped the songstress on the leg. A win for the attacker.
The two faced each other and took off their masks. Azura rubbed her face, left sweaty from the unwieldy protection. On the other side, Haitaka had a large smile on his face, as if beating a non-combatant was something to be proud of.
"Getting better." The general exclaimed, "Your speed is impressive! Use that to be more aggressive in controlling space. A few more days of intensive training, and you'll be beating back Nohrians like they were flies."
"Thank you for the advice." She replied.
The Archer Prince had been watching them spar for a good chunk of the morning. Haitaka had asked him to help Azura get her prepare for the journey. Watching two people poke at each other with sticks was a lot more fun when he was younger.
"Hey! Takumi!" The general called, "We're ready to practice disabling those dragon vein spots now."
"About time." Takumi sighed, "Come on, you two."
He took offense at the veteran's informal tone with them, but the Prince carried on without complaining. He led the two back into the castle and through a series of obscure hallways. They reached Queen Mikoto's throne room. No one has been in the room for the several days since her death. No one has sat on her royal seat, either. Takumi told them to wait as he went behind the throne and groped the back.
"I can use my powers here?" Azura asked.
Haitaka shrugged, "Don't ask me. I thought you lucky royals could detect them."
"Give me a second." Takumi replied.
He continued feeling around until his fingers brushed over the correct spot. The secret compartment reacted to his royal touch and opened up. He picked up the silver orb inside and held it out for the others to say.
"Nice find." Haitaka said, "That'll fetch a pretty price."
"We're not selling it." Takumi replied, "After my Mother's passing, a servant caught sight of Kamui sneaking out his room and coming here. He tried using this artifact, but gave up. She reported this to me, but I didn't pay attention to it back then…"
"What does it do?" Azura asked.
"I don't know what it does, and I don't know why Queen Mikoto kept it a secret from all of us either. That's for you to find out."
He handed the orb to the songstress who studied the sphere. Within seconds, the round artifact began glowing blue. Azura's pupils dilated, then she closed her eyes.
"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Takumi said worriedly.
"I wish I could be so entertained by a ball." Haitaka grunted.
Azura opened her eyes and looked at Takumi in her usual quiet self. Nothing happened. No terra-forming or uncontrollable energy, but thankfully nobody was hurt. The Prince frowned at the fact he lacked the confidence to try it first himself; Mother might have kept it hidden because something malicious was hidden inside.
"Lord Takumi. I think you should use this." She said.
"What is it, then?"
"It… think it contains Kamui's memories of when he was younger."
Takumi pursed his lips.
(I have no desire to see Kamui's old memories…)
"That's an even better reason to disable it." He growled.
"Are you sure? I really think-"
"Not even if he was the Dawn Dragon himself. Are you willing to do this or not?"
The songstress's unnatural attachment to the traitor pricked at his patience. Takumi held out his hand, demanding the artifact back. After a bit of reluctance, Azura returned the mysterious orb. Takumi seized it rapidly with both his hands.
"Alright, Azura. Listen closely." He barked, "You see an area where you can use your powers. Put both hands on it, instead of just one like usual."
The songstress followed his instruction.
"Good. Now you touch whatever that thing is, like this. Only the fingers. No palms… Alright."
She curled her fingers.
"Rotate your right hand ninety-degrees."
She twisted her right hand.
"Oh gods." Haitaka exasperated at the odd routine.
Takumi gave Azura back the orb and she held it as he instructed.
He nodded. "Yes. Now use it like before."
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the round artifact. The orb glowed blue yet again. This time, the blue light started expanding. Her fingers began to glow blue as well. She let out a small grunt and dropped the ball.
"Milady are you alright?" Haitaka exclaimed.
"It- it hurts!" She said.
"Yeah, it does." Takumi growled, "You'll get used to it. Come on. Let's try again."
Azura picked up the ball again and repeated. Her fingers trembled, but she held the orb in place as blue enveloped her fingers again. In a few moments, her hand and the orb both stopped glowing. She stared at the silver sphere.
"I can't feel any more power from it." Azura said.
"Good. It's disabled." Takumi nodded.
Haitaka let out a breath of relief. "Excellent."
"It's draining..." She pointed out, "If I keep on using my powers like this, I might die. Who discovered this technique?"
"It's best if I didn't tell you." Takumi shook his head unsympathetically, "It's a war. We all accept there's a chance of us dying."
Oddly, it was Queen Mikoto who taught her children how to seal away the powers weeks ago, after Kamui was taken away. She told them to not teach it to others, and to only use the technique as a last resort. Of course, times have changed.
"From what I remember, this seal lasts for just under four weeks' time." He continued, "That's enough time for you to return from your sabotage mission and launch the counter-invasion, right Haitaka?"
The general smirked. "Four weeks? Try two, milord."
"Good. We're done for today."
Haitaka bowed in front of the two and left the throne room. As the Prince walked to his Mother's secret compartment, he saw Azura staring blankly at the empty, dusty throne in deep sorrow.
"Hey Azura." Takumi said, "I have to ask you something from before."
"Hmm?"
(Ryoma would probably say I was too harsh on her again…)
He walked down the steps to her level. The songstress's face lifted from her mourning - no more signs of happiness, fear, confusion, or resentment. No defiance against her secret mission behind enemy lines.
"That necklace of yours. It was important, wasn't it?" He questioned.
"I guess you can say that." She replied.
"The gemstone wasn't small either. How could you have lost such a large treasure?"
Azura took her time to answer. She put her hand to a spot under her neck, right where her necklace would have gone.
"Perhaps it was stolen." She guessed, "I'm sorry. I truly do not know."
"Well that's unfortunate." he said, "I'll let you know if I find it anywhere."
"Thank you for your concern, milord. I'll return to my quarters."
Azura walked out of the room briskly, leaving the Archer Prince to himself. Her submissiveness would dissolve into a weakness one day, he sighed. Takumi gawked down at the cold, lifeless orb.
(I have no desire to see Kamui's old memories.)
(I have no desire to see Kamui's old memories.)
(I have no desire to see Kamui's old memories…)
A loud knocking sound on the wooden door woke Corrin from his slumber. The room King Garon's servants prepared for him was a downgrade from Castle Shirasagi - cold cobblestone walls with an almost mocking barred-off window at near the ceiling, looking into the night.
The castle guard had confiscated Ganglari and his silver armor. On a stool in the middle of the room and next to a spent candle was a neatly folded tunic. It was a light shade of brown, instead of the royals' hue of Nohrian purple.
"Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!" He shouted.
The Prince jumped off his bed and switched out of his nightwear. He slowly opened the door to see a blue-haired female, about half a foot shorter than him. She wore dark black armor and held a menacing glower notwithstanding her height.
"Oh, hello." Corrin greeted.
"Hello."
"Sorry, who are you?"
"Your guard."
"Alright, what need?"
"For you to be guarded."
(Not a talkative person, is she?)
"It's breakfast." She said, pointing down the hall. "Follow me."
"I miss the other blue-haired girl." Corrin grumbled.
The girl walked down the hallway without waiting for him. The prince chased after her, still struggling to button up his tunic.
[…]
"Welcome back!"
Corrin was met with applause from several familiar people. Xander, Camilla, Leo, Elise – the entire royal family, and Felicia and Jacob too. They were all in the dining hall and greeted the young Prince with passionate enthusiasm. Pastries and delicacies filled the table. Beef stew and other meats were at the middle, alongside a large cake and cutlery. He had never seen a proper Nohrian feast before.
"What's this, everyone?" Corrin said, not knowing what to do.
"We never had time to congratulate you on graduating from the Northern Fortress, and completing your first mission milord!" Felicia smiled, "So, uh, congrats!"
"Come and join us Beruka, my dear!" Camilla exclaimed, "You deserve some of this food as well."
The guard hesitated before shifting away from the young Prince. The celebration gave off a vibe that bothered him, and it was not Iago keeping a careful eye on him either. The tactician observed the morning celebration from a corner. It appeared everyone else was trying to ignore him as well.
"Hold on, doesn't our country have a food problem?" Corrin asked, "I am touched, but we should be rationing these, no?"
"The fair citizens of Windmire have given us this food in celebration of our victory against Hoshido." Xander explained, "You fought hard, little Prince. Please don't feel bad about indulging once in a while."
(Is this really okay? Well, we cannot waste all this food, so-)
"In that case, I humbly accept." Corrin said, "Thank you so much, everyone!"
Elise jumped up and down. "Yay, party! Cut the cake, cut the cake!"
Jakob retrieved a large knife from behind the cake and handed it to Corrin gracefully. The Prince grasped the blade and one of the large plates. He cut out large pieces and began giving them out to his family and servants. By the time he reached the end of the cake, there was only one piece left. He stared at the dessert for a short while before standing up from the table and walking away with it.
"Hey, dear?" Camilla asked, "Where are you going?"
Corrin walked towards Iago's corner and stopped a few feet from him.
"Hey, Iago!" The Prince grinned, "Came to congratulate me too, huh? I'm really glad you did! Here, have some cake!"
He swallowed and held out the plate forward. The tactician examined the cake with suspicion and blinked.
"I see." He bit his lower lip. "In that case I cannot refuse."
The tactician took the plate cautiously. As Camilla and the rest of his family got back to enjoying their food, the Prince stepped a bit closer.
"Hey, Iago." He whispered, "I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I want to work with you here. Let's call it a truce for now?"
"I suppose I can overlook it today." He replied, "You are a peculiar individual, Lord Corrin."
With a small nod of acknowledgement, Corrin made his way back to the table. Iago seized his utensils and attempted to leave into the hallway.
"Hey, Iaaaago!" Elise cried, "Not eating with us, meanie?"
"I apologize Princess Elise, I have important work to do." He replied. After a brief pause, he turned to face the royals. "You there, Lord Leo."
"Yes?" Leo sputtered in the middle of slurping some beef stew.
"I skimmed through your report on your battle against Hoshido. Good work." Iago said, "Come to the strategy room in the evening. I owe you a game of chess."
"Really? Thank you, sir!"
He finally left the room. Leo's eyes shone like a young child receiving new toys for the holidays. It was the happiest Corrin had ever seen him in a very long time. The young Prince scratched the back of his head and returned to his family at the table. Xander narrowed his eyes, sipping his tea.
[…]
The morning left Corrin completely full. He decided to take a small walk and explore the streets of Windmire. Large, looming walls surrounded the residential area. They provided a sense of both protection and restriction from the outside world.
Beruka was technically supposed to guard him, but she had left after they finished eating - not that he was complaining at his newfound freedom. The Nohrian capital was considered one of the wealthier districts in the country.
A few handsome knights flirted with the townswomen by a fancy bakery - none appearing famished. The narrative for Nohr's declaration of war was not holding up, but he had yet to visit any of the poorer towns. None of the city folk gave him a wave or bow. Then again, no one could have known he was a royal after seeing his surprisingly comfortable tunic.
(Left at the bakery, another at the well... Corner of Mulberry Road. There!)
Xander had given his younger brother access to the city archives at Krakenburg beforehand. Corrin easily found the special name in the list. After a short walk he had finally reached the address. A small house stood in front of him, with tall vines crawling up its brick walls.
"Hello?" The young Prince called, "It's Corrin!" Anyone home?"
The door creaked open slowly, but no one was there to answer to him. Corrin entered the house slowly, and his face lightened when he saw the cheeky little animal bobbing in the air in front of him.
"Lord Corrin!" Lilith exclaimed, "You came back to see me!"
"Gee, you think I forgot?" the Prince said, "'A house near the castle entrance with a very unkept garden' was what you said, right? How can I forget my savior?"
"I… I'm so glad!" The dragon said happily.
The Prince examined the residence. Without a human form, it had been very hard for Lilith to tidy up the place, let alone tend to the garden. Still, the room was somehow mostly free of dust.
"Oh right, here!"
Corrin put down his bag and rummaged through it. He took out a large peach he saved from the celebration, and held it in front of Lilith. The little dragon took a curious sniff of the fruit, before biting into it, floating to the table, and devouring it with confounding speed. Even the pit was missing by the time she finished.
"Yay!" She exclaimed, "Thank you so for the food!"
"Cozy place. Do you ever go out and get your own meals?" Corrin asked.
"Nope! I cannot let myself be seen by the outside world. If the army finds out I'm not human, they might seize my property!"
(You've transformed into a dragon, and that's your biggest concern?)
"When was the last time you ate?"
The dragon wagged its tail, still holding onto its silver ball. "Couple of weeks."
The Prince's mouth dropped open. Lilith looked so happy to see him, despite not leaving her house for several days. The city archives still said the house was occupied, so at least she had not been evicted.
"That's okay though!" She explained, "I can fast for months, without problem! Guess that's the benefit of not having a human form."
"You think you can ever change back into a human?" Corrin ventured.
"I don't know. Maybe one day." Lilith's face dropped, "But, if you ever want to visit the Astral Plane, I can still take us there!"
"Thanks, but I think I prefer this plane more." Corrin said, "It looks like I'll be in Nohr for a while, so I can bring you food too. I'm kind of on a curfew today though… so I need to get back before they find me."
Lilith nodded timidly "Don't worry! I will definitely find a way to regain my human form again. Please, visit me often until then!"
After saying his goodbyes to the shrimp dragon, Corrin closed the door behind him and looked outside - a perfectly cloudy day with just a slight touch of cold. Hoshido certainly had a better climate, but something about the darker days called out "home" to him.
He was just about to reach the main staircase down to the entrance of the castle, until he spotted his older sister waiting for him. Camilla was at the gates, still in her battle armor. The Princess had her hands at her hips.
"Hey, Camilla!" Corrin called, thinking of an excuse. "My guard disappeared. I was just coming back to look for her!"
"The hell you are!" Camilla retorted, "I told Beruka to take a well-deserved break, so guess who your guard is now!"
"Oh." Corrin laughed nervously, "Well, I didn't expect that."
"Oh, I missed you so much my dear. Come on now. There`s something for you to see!"
Nobody sensed his uneasiness as someone kidnapped him again. Camilla took the Prince by the arm and dragged him back to Krakenburg.
Iago scratched the wall with his nails. Leo had grown remarkably well-disciplined from his former, simple self. The student crammed several books in his free time before the first attack, burning through the literature at incredible paces. The battle in Hoshido ended up making him cockier than before. The Dark Prince quietly pouted after the quick match of chess they had.
The senior tactician nodded to the guards who made way for him. King Garon was out of his throne, looking up at the statue of Anankos in the ceiling. The ruler shot his lone advisor a snorting gaze.
"You called, my liege?"
"Yes, Iago." King Garon spoke, "The Great Dragon has spoken. Corrin shall be welcomed back into the army at once."
The tactician folded his arms, "If that's your wish."
"Are you so sure? You were so doubtful yesterday."
Iago made sure the guards were outside the room and readjusted his mask. The Nohrian ruler made his way back to the thrown and slowly sat down in his righteous throne. The despot looked down upon him.
"As long as he is serving on the front lines, he is of no threat to you directly." Iago coughed, "He can be a valuable asset in this war."
King Garon smirked, "Iago. Surely you have not forgotten why we are fighting this war in the first place?"
"Simple, my liege." The tactician said. He recited the Anankos' will as if he knew them from birth. "Bring a conflict to sow death in these lands. Weaken the Kingdoms of East and West. Pave the way for the return of our Lord."
"Excellent. We must maximize casualties on both sides, and our Great Lord will bring upon us salvation. The Great Anankos has informed me that my 'son', Corrin, possesses the ability to transform into a powerful dragon."
The revelation perked Iago's interest. The hooded assassin's report at Castle Shirasagi was indeed accurate. As they suspected, this potential killing machine was now repatriated to Nohr.
King Garon continued. "When he loses control of his humanity. He will destroy all those around him. His uncontrolled Draconic Rage will be unstoppable, as he annihilates both these miserable kingdoms. We only need to break him once…"
"Excellent plan, milord. The perfect opener for Anankos' glorious conquest. How do you intend on doing this, milord?"
The King rubbed his thick grey nose and considered his options. The statue of Anankos still loomed over both of their heads, as if it judged them for their actions. King Garon made up his mind quickly.
"Show him love, compassion, camaraderie." He declared, "Then take it all away from him. We will show him loss, betrayal, tragedy, and defeat. Only then, will his human soul shatter, and the dragon from within to awaken."
(I suppose he leaves the finer details to me.)
"Certainly." Iago replied, "But, are you sure my liege? Why not straight-up conquer Hoshido, before releasing Corrin's darkness upon them?"
"Anankos' will cannot be delayed by you wanting to play games against those Hoshidan rogues. We'll wait for when they are most divided, and then cripple both sides in one fell swoop."
The tactician folded his arms. He and Leo spent several days churning out pages of the invasion plan. For the kid's father to discard all of it left a bad taste in his mouth. Nothing irked him more than wasted time.
"So, we will grant him the title of Nohrian Prince again?" Iago inquired.
Garon crossed his fingers patiently, "Do it."
"You're not turning me in are you?" Corrin said worriedly, "Beruka left me alone, and I-I was out for only a few minutes!"
"Oh, don't be silly Corrin." Camilla replied, "How can I turn in someone as innocent-looking as you?"
Contrary to her words, the Princess dragged her brother down the stairs into a large underground passage next to Castle Krakenburg. The air felt lighter and an odd smell filled the air. The complex felt newly constructed; uneven walls lit by large torches gave the setting a chaotic light.
A small band of lancers, with their distinctly-curved helmets, made way for the royals. Two younger recruits grumbled about why Princess Camilla was getting so close with a 'complete stranger'.
(Wait, complete stranger?)
Camilla stopped when they reached an old pinewood door with the words "Mess Hall" crudely drawn above in bright red letters. Behind it was the vicious laughter of several dozen people, mostly the deep voices of older men.
"Breakfast was too much!" Corrin complained, "Are you all trying to stuff me?"
The Princess laughed as she inspected him. "Absolutely not, dear. We just need you to look like a proper gentlemen. Oh, they'll be so happy to see you…" She patted down his tunic and unruffled some edges.
"Who are 'they'?"
With enviable speed, Camilla spun him around with one hand and swung open the door with her other. She lightly shoved the Prince into the large hall. Before Corrin could figure out what was going on, his eyes caught Camilla sweetly waving as the wood creaked shut.
The laughter and conversations slowly died off. The tables were all filled with half-familiar faces, eating meals and chugging alcohol. A mustached man at the very front of the room lifted an eyebrow. His uniform's insignia had the head of a horse, with a lance and sword crossed in the background.
(These are the Nohrians who fought at the Bottomless Canyon!)
"Um, hey everyone." Corrin ventured.
Nervous but muted discussion broke out at the back of the room. The soldiers' eyes widened as if they have seen a ghost pop up from a gravestone. The Prince cleared his throat and tried again.
He opened his arms and announced, "I have… returned?"
"He's back, everyone!" Someone from the rear shouted, "Lord Corrin is back!"
Immediately, the mess hall erupted in shouting and applause. The cavaliers closest to Corrin jumped out of their seats and ran up to their former commander. They surrounded him and shook his shoulders and patted his back heartily. A few sang drunkenly, but they did not particularly care.
"The absolute lunatic! We thought we lost you, dammit!"
"Pray-tell lad, how did you escape those Hoshidan brigands?"
"This is proof the gods are on our side!"
Before the atmosphere could become too rowdy, the Prince asked for some space. The entire regiment had left their tables and gathered around him in a small crowd. One of them, the leader of the bunch, stepped forward and extended a hand.
"Milord, we are glad to see you again." He grinned, "We felt like utter failures after you and Lord Gunter disappeared. Please forgive our incompetence."
"It's not your fault." Corrin shook the man's large hand, "As Prince of Nohr, I hope we'll serve together once again."
His words brought the room to silence again. He fumbled around his memory, wondering if he screwed up some unspoken noble etiquette. The captain quickly whispered nervously to one of the great knights at the back.
"Ahem, Lord Corrin." He gritted his teeth, "Ever since your disappearance, there have been several changes to our operations."
"What's wrong?" The Prince asked.
"It would have been a huge blow to our nation's morale to find out their Prince was missing or killed. We were ordered to keep quiet about the Bottomless Canyon expedition… and the fact you ever existed at all."
(The fact I ever existed at all?)
He should have felt angry or insulted, but Corrin found an odd satisfaction in those words. For once, everything was starting to make sense - a whole lot of sense. It was probably why the lancers and the citizens of Windmire did not recognize him.
Corrin thought hard. "Father gave you this order then?"
"Yes, milord."
"I understand." The Prince said, "I mean, I was never introduced to the public. If I actually died back there, the public would freak out one of their Princes had perished. King Garon will restore my rank eventually."
Though it was wishful thinking, Corrin believed it to be the only reason he was being kept alive. Still, the fact Xander and his other siblings did not inform him of this situation earlier stung.
"You were a fine commander that day." The captain said, "Commander Gunter would have been proud."
His declaration was met with hollers and nods of agreement in the crowd. It was clear they wanted the Prince to stay, and drink. Already, some younger folk pulled a large chair for him at the center table. One of the older cavaliers began pouring a bottle of whisky into a large mug.
"Commander Gunter…" Corrin said, "I guess I can stay for a bit. In the meantime, there's something you can help me find out."
[…]
After spending some time with his fellow countrymen, Corrin bid everyone farewell and left them to dinner. They wanted the Prince to stay longer, but he had unfinished business in Castle Krakenburg. He left the mess hall after being pressured into reluctantly downing some cheap alcohol. Corrin felt less composed, but still mostly in control of his faculties. Princess Camilla waited outside for the whole time.
She hummed happily. "How was it Corrin? Were they happy to see you?"
"Absolutely thrilled." Corrin said, "Excuse me for a moment…"
"Corrin? Hey, wait!"
He walked swiftly past her older sister to the other end of the hall, deeper underground. The office he looked for was at the end of the dimly-lit hall. A bulky man was walking to the same room, with his back turned to the Prince.
Corrin walked briskly and quietly towards him. Anticipation filled his mind with each step he took. When the man finally fell in range, the young Prince landed a sharp hook to the back of his head.
"Brother!?" Camilla exclaimed.
The man stumbled forward – a spot on his bald head turned red from the attack. After recovering, he turned around. His sleek purple cape was a distinct upgrade from his previous attire. Hans snarled. The former criminal shut his mouth after seeing his old enemy, raising his arms in hasty self-defense.
"You wretched traitor." The Prince accused, "What are you doing here?"
"Why, if it isn't Lord Corrin!" Hans dropped his stance, "Been a while, hasn't it?"
"Shut it." Corrin said, "As Prince of Nohr, I place you under arrest for the murder of Commander Gunter."
Camilla checked to make sure no one eavesdropped on their encounter. She jumped to Corrin's side afterwards, not knowing what he was planning. Hans sized up on the young Prince, who refused to back down like before.
"You're no longer a coward but you're still a fool." Hans spat, "The military doesn't recognize you anymore, and you have no authority. You're nobody."
"Uh, Corrin-" Camilla began.
"I already know, Camilla." Corrin said, "The regiment told me everything. However, I can still turn you over to King Garon. Who would he believe more – family? Or a filthy, convicted murderer?"
"Oh, he'll believe you alright." Hans retorted, "You can report me all you want. In the end I only followed your precious father's orders."
"Impossible." Corrin snapped, "Father has no reason killing off veterans."
"Corrin witnessed Gunter's death?" Camilla exclaimed. She raised a fist at Hans. "Hey. If you did anything to hurt my little Corrin back there…"
She stepped forward and had death in her eyes. A small drop of sweat fell from Hans' forehead as he was confronted by the eldest Princess of Nohr. Just then, voices echoed at the other end of the hallway. The footsteps got gradually louder.
(Now's not the time to start a commotion)
"Later, Camilla." Corrin whispered.
"Yeah, think 'bout that more before you go punch people." Hans cursed, "You wanna see the warrant? Come with me."
The berserker took some keys out of his pants pocket and unlocked the closest hallway door. Corrin warily followed him into the room, with Camilla refusing to leave his side. Inside the horribly-cluttered room was a desk with several stained parchments. Hans opened up a drawer and ruffled around its contents.
"Here." He said, holding up a letter with the royal seal, "I ain't a liar."
The Prince snatched the document and inspected it immediately. Taking out the sheet of paper, he read each sentence with careful scrutiny. Time slowed down as he examined each written word.
This warrant gives permission to its holder to execute Lord Gunter, Commander of the 1st Royal Lances, for high treason. The holder bears no responsibility for this act, for he acted in the country's best interest. – King Garon, ruler of Nohr
"Camilla." Corrin said incredulously, "Is… this…"
"It is." She paused, "This is undoubtedly Father's signature."
(Impossible!)
Corrin's mind went blank. The scene of Gunter screaming as his horse lost balance on the bridge – the way his voice echoed in the Bottomless Canyon until he had completely vanished – the smile of Hans as he stared at his fine work – to think it was ordered by his own father…
"Yeah, I'm clear of all charges." Hans growled, "Remember I haven't lay a finger on you either, chump. You're the sonuvabitch who attacked me first at the bridge."
"I refuse to believe this." The Prince retorted, "This still doesn't explain why you attacked Omozu's forces in the first place!"
"Oh well." The berserker shrugged, "Must have been a misunderstanding."
"Understanding my ass! You know how many people died because of you?"
"Heh."
The large man leaned back on his chair, unfazed by his accusation. Corrin could see an undying urge to get in a fight in his eyes. Camilla who would usually offer her unconditional support fumbled with the death warrant with her long fingers.
"Hey, Camilla, let's go." Corrin whispered, "We're not going to get anything more outta him."
She frowned. "Good choice, dear."
(How did it end up like this? A murderer killed my friend, and King Garon lets him walk free?)
The Prince rubbed his eyes. He felt his brain breaking down at the twisted logic. He had to get back to the throne room before the thinner air worsened his headache. The two royals headed to the exit.
"Just doing my job, milord." Hans perked up as Corrin opened the door, "I never knew Gunter, but he had to die. If you're a real stinkin' Prince, you'd know what loyalty is."
"I am a real Prince." Corrin asserted.
"I'm sure that's why King Garon kept you locked away for a decade. I wonder how many aristocrats your mothers had to bed, to climb up the royal ladder. I might be sleazy, but at least I don't make a living off my back."
"I swear, Hans." The Prince huffed, restraining himself before lashing at the berserker's throat, "I'll get you. I'll get you for the despicable monster you are."
"That's Captain Hans to you, milord. Get the fuck out of my office."
Felicia whistled as she scrubbed a dish clean after the morning party. She and Jacob had not eaten such filling food in days. The two had no time to speak with their lord on the way back. Princess Elise became grumpy her brother was being treated as a prisoner in their own castle. It was she who suggested the feast.
Jakob had already finished his chores and was working on another kettle of tea. Unlike everyone else, the butler barely ate anything and was the first to leave. It was unusual for him to leave Corrin's side so quickly.
"I hate to say this, but you're getting better at this." He said, coming over to see his colleague's work, "Not a broken plate anywhere."
"I still have another stack to go." Felicia sniffed, "I kinda wished the other maids around here gave us a bigger 'welcome back'."
Jakob gave out a small yawn. "Well, good luck then."
Just then, Princess Elise walked into the room, singing happily to herself and carrying a new staff. The girl almost bumped into the maid, who jumped back and splashed some water.
"Goodness! Watch where you're going Elise!" Felicia complained.
"Sorry!" She apologized, "Just happy to see my two favorite servants!"
"Ah yes, about that." Jakob began.
The servants locked eyes with each other. Felicia did not know how to proceed with the conversation with the little Princess. It would break her little heart to find out, but they had to tell her.
"Hmm, what's wrong guys?" Elise asked.
"I guess I will have to say it. We were going to talk to you later today but now is a better time." The butler spoke, "Lady Elise, Felicia and I will resign from Combat Support."
"Huh? Oh no!" She gasped, "But you two were so cool defending the caravan! What did I do? It's the food, isn't it? I tried to get everyone better rations, but that meanie Iago said… Wahh!"
"No, it's not the food." Felicia reassured, "It's us."
The poor girl was beginning to get teary-eyed. The two servants had no idea what to do – Lord Corrin sometimes cried in the Northern Fortress, but he calmed down quickly each time. They had no idea how to deal with a little crying girl.
"Lady Elise, please don't cry." Jakob murmured, "We're still going to serving you and the rest of the royal family. Imagine it as business like usual."
"Then why are you leaving?" Elise wiped a tear from her left eye, "Why is she taking away my favorite butler?"
(Hah… so Jakob's her favorite. Hah…)
"Well, you should ask her." He pointed to Felicia, "She was the one who convinced me to join the Expeditionary Force."
"Oh really, Jakob?" Felicia grumbled, "Well… I guess he's right."
The Princess glared at Felicia the same way toddlers glared at their parents for taking away their favorite playthings. The maid tried taking a deep breath, but ended up coughing horribly.
"Elise, the reason we joined the Expedition Force was to help the army bring back Lord Corrin." She explained, "We expected it to take weeks to find him, so we didn't tell you then- but now that he's back, we don't have a reason to fight anymore."
"Oh?" Elise piped up, "That's okay then! I will get Xander to file the paperwork as soon as possible! H-he does all the hard stuff…"
"We will always be here for you, Princess Elise." Jakob declared.
(Poor thing's on the brink of tears!)
"Y-yup! I trust you guys, since you did it for big brother! Sorry for taking up your time. Goodbye!"
With that, Elise scampered out of the room before anyone could say another word, narrowly missing another butler who was carrying several brooms. The two servants shrugged and returned to their work. Jakob volunteered to help finish the remaining dishes.
"Well, she didn't take that well." Felicia pouted, "We need to talk to her again."
"She's in denial." Jakob theorized, "She hopes we'll change our minds eventually."
He shook his head and grabbed the next plate. Here they were, back to the humble butler and maid, faithful to their caring Prince. Despite coming back alive, Felicia thought that someone important was missing.
"Oh, right! Hey Jakob, have you seen Flora? I looked all over the castle for her yesterday, but she wasn't in her room."
The butler stopped mid-wash, his face turning red.
"Jakob?"
"I do not know where she is, sorry." The butler replied, adding his dish to the stack. "These castle residents are such messy eaters…"
The maid stroked her chin. Fortunately, one of the head servants walked into the room with another stack of dirty cutlery. She appeared a lot older than the two of them, and was complaining about work. Felicia wasted no time approaching her.
"Hey there!" she smiled, "Have you seen Flora?"
"Missus Flora?" the servant repeated, "Nada. She's gone again, s'usual."
"As usual? Wait, she leaves Castle Krakenburg that often?"
Jakob's scrubbing became more and more vigorous. He slowly leaned in to get a better listen of their conversation. Felicia became more and more worried about her sister's well-being.
"Well, she's been actin' quite off frankly." The maid continued, "She'd go out in the middle o' the day to buy sumthins. I told her to save some for her parents, but she says it's important. The longest the missus was gone for's 'bout three days."
"When was she last seen at Castle Krakenburg?" Jakob asked, "Not that I really care, anyways."
"She left two days ago, but she's be back soon."
(Two days ago? That's the day before we returned!)
It was no secret Flora opposed her colleagues joining the military. Her sister probably felt lonely working by herself, Felicia thought, with the two living in the army barracks. It was about time she found a hobby for herself.
"Then she'll be back tomorrow." Jakob predicted nonchalantly.
"I hope so!" The servant exclaimed, "Missus'll get some earful from me about skippin' work again. Like you two! Don't let the guards see you young'uns slack."
The servant grabbed a broom and left, mumbling to herself again. The thought of Flora leaving the castle to live a private double-life fascinated Felicia. Maybe she liked horseback riding, or archery, or pottery, or…
"She'll be thrilled to see Lord Corrin back as well!" she smiled, "I hope she gets back safely!"
Jakob rolled up his sleeves.
It has only a matter of time before Corrin found out why King Garon placed his death warrant on Gunter. With much hesitation, Camilla told the entire story.
Leo pressed the issue to Iago while they were working late, who ended up telling the royal everything. Gunter allegedly fed intelligence to some resistance group hostile to the monarchy. Two captured rebels corroborated this information in attempt to save their lives.
It did not.
King Garon decided to kill off the traitor. Gunter, at the time, was a popular figure in the Expeditionary Force – executing him would have been devastating to the army's coherence. Consequently, the King came up with a cunning plan to knock off the veteran.
Hans' objectives were simpler than Corrin thought. First, start a scuffle between the two armies. Second, murder Gunter and frame his death as a battlefield casualty. The soldiers would testify that the great knight indeed fought at the battle. No one would have known Gunter betrayed his country. The entire Nohrian army would direct their angry and grief at Hoshido, for killing their commander.
That was everything Leo shared willingly with the royal family. Corrin's siblings left Hans alone after then. Things were much simpler that way. Leo affirmed the evidence was indisputable, and suggested Gunter deserved his fate.
Corrin thought otherwise; the details were far too vague for a complete story.
"It's hard to believe my first friend at the Northern Fortress tried plotting against us." The Prince murmured, "Was he trying to use me?"
The two sat on the bed in Corrin's "room", as he soaked in the details.
"I hope not." Camilla was tearing up slightly, "I should have told you all of this sooner. We thought nobody witnessed Hans' mission, and everyone wanted to forget such a horrible thing…"
(So all of my siblings already knew.)
"Are you saying Hans did the right thing?"
"I don't know. I should have told you earlier! But, there were so many things to do, and you were so happy at the party, and…"
Corrin felt very uncomfortable seeing Camilla on the verge of crying. Usually in difficult situations, it was the other way around. The Prince tried to comfort her by awkwardly patting her on the back. She responded by digging her head into Corrin's chest and breaking out in tears.
"Er, alright. That is, um, fine." Corrin said, "Just, please don't keep any more secrets from me. I'm not a kid anymore."
The Princess nodded her head vigorously and slowly pulled away. "If that man ever does anything to you, I'll skin him alive."
"That's… alright." Corrin gulped.
Before he could say more, the same knocking sound came from the door. Corrin cursed his luck as he let Beruka into the room. The retainer blinked at her master in surprise, before bowing towards her.
"Message. King Garon has summoned you both to the court." She reported.
"Thank you dear." Camilla replied, "We'll be down there soon."
Beruka closed the door, shooting Corrin one final look of suspicion. Camilla stood up from the bed and stretched her arms. The Prince dusted some of the purple stray hairs off his tunic. He forced himself to shove Gunter's death to the back of his thoughts. Either he would catch up to Hans, or karma will.
"No more secrets?" He asked her.
"No more secrets."
[…]
In less than a day, Corrin's siblings were in significantly less jolly moods. They have been waiting outside of the throne room for a long time. No one spoke more than a few words to each other. Elise stared at her boots and hummed one of her favorite tones – as she always did when something unsettled her.
Xander and Camilla were not particularly energetic. The Crown Prince had mountains of work on his back, and the eldest Princess had nothing to be pleased with either. Leo was the only one who looked undepressed.
"Hey, Leo." The young Prince said, "How did your chess game with Iago go?"
"It has concluded." His brother murmured, "In practical battlefield application, my foe suffered from far more attrition and-"
"So you lost." Corrin teased.
Leo frowned. "-Tch. It was one damn bishop."
Iago's entrance interrupted their conversation. Two Nohrian soldiers, wielding steel lances, flanked the tall man. A frown on the tactician's face blasted away any worry the little Prince was in trouble.
"Sorry for the wait." He said, "The King is waiting for you inside."
The five royal siblings walked into their room with Xander in front as usual. As they walked by, a small group of publicans made their way out through a separate exit. Iago was at Father's side as usual, hands behind his back obediently.
As much as he wanted to ask more about Gunter, the Corrin refused to anger Father further. The King was fast to dish out punishment. If he ordered the Crown Prince to put down his own brother, there would be nothing he could do except getting sliced by Siegfried.
"Let's keep this brief." King Garon said, "I have reached a decision regarding Corrin's return to Nohr. Step forward, boy."
(That was fast. It's only been a day!)
The young Prince followed the orders, not knowing what to expect. Iago had the slightest half-grin on his face. His long fingers crossed together in heavy anticipation for the decree. The King opened his mouth.
"Fate has smiled on you today, young Corrin. As decreed by Anankos, you shall be accepted back into Nohr."
Corrin was pleasantly surprised. After his string of bad luck, he had lost hope for any good fortunes. Not only was he no longer labelled a possible traitor, but he also gained the opportunity to change the future of Nohr.
"Father I- Thank you!" He spluttered.
"You did the right thing, Father." Xander smiled, "We are all eternally grateful."
Xander and the rest of the family were elated. Whatever heavy subjects clouding their minds before have all seemingly lifted. Even Leo had a small grin on his face. Elise jumped up and down in joy before being hushed by the Crown Prince.
"Just remember that I am still your father." The king said, "I have treated you like my son ever since you first came here. I expect nothing but absolute loyalty."
(That's my smallest concern right now!)
"I really don't mind." Corrin reassured, "I called you that my entire life."
"Hmm, fine." Garon said, "Then I'm afraid we must move to less fortunate news."
"Less fortunate news?"
The King gestured for Iago to start speaking. Corrin thought the tactician's souring of the mood was his unofficial role in the court. Iago adjusted his cape, preparing to deliver his address with utmost boredom.
"Lord Corrin." He spoke, "We assumed the worst when you did not return from your last battle. I'm sure you realize the situation with your situation in the army?" Iago's words trailed off as he raised his eyebrows at Camilla.
The Princess glared back.
"My identity has been kept a secret from the citizens of Nohr." Corrin replied, "And I understand it was to avoid throwing the country into panic."
"Precisely!" Iago exclaimed, "Then, you must also understand we cannot simply grant your status of 'Prince' back so easily."
"What are you saying?" Elise blurted out, "Is he going to be a peasant?"
"Oh no, Elise." The tactician said, "Even I am not that harsh. We merely need to fabricate a backstory, explaining his return."
"I'm all ears." Corrin said with curiosity.
As Iago began telling the story, Corrin listened intently. He would rather not remember the last time he was introduced as a royal heir. People would ask many questions if a new Prince suddenly popped out of nowhere. A fresh identity presented new opportunities. He could finally forget the time he spent in the cold fortress, and about reason why they locked him away in the first place.
"Corrin was born to one of King Garon's concubines" Iago said, "He studied hard in the castle and demonstrated his tactical prowess. He rose quickly through the ranks, becoming a respected member of the army."
"I like it." The Prince nodded, "Praise me more."
"Don't you push me." The older man cursed, "Of course, that cover story only helps make your title seem less suspicious. Only victories on the battlefield can secure your soldiers' trust you."
(This is how it should have been!)
"Do you accept this position, Corrin?" King Garon boomed, "Otherwise, you must return to the Northern Fortress."
"I accept!" Corrin could not answer faster.
"Excellent." King Garon said, "Then I shall present you your first gift, befitting of a Prince. Guards, let him in."
The two guards at the back opened the door. In the back, a young man about Corrin's age walked into the room. His young, silver hair complimented his proud posture. The stranger donned silver cavalier armor – the Nohrian had been training only minutes ago, but was far from exhausted. His blue eyes shown when he saw Corrin.
"It is a great honor for every Prince to receive his first retainer." King Garon said, "Lord Corrin, meet your newest servant, Silas."
"Lord Silas, cavalier of the Second Royal Lances!" The cavalier stood at attention, "Prepared to give my life for King and country!"
"He seems energetic." Camilla whispered to the Crown Prince.
(My own retainer!)
The young Prince slowly reached his hand out for a handshake. Silas stepped forward and shook it with paramount enthusiasm. The soldier then stepped back, gazing upon the royal family with absolute reverence.
"Lord Silas is one of our most promising recruits." Iago introduced, "Bold and patriotic. Some say he takes after Lord Gunter."
"A great honor, sir." Silas said, "His sacrifice would not be soon forgotten."
Camilla was indeed telling the truth. Nobody knew Hans assassinated the great knight. Corrin felt deeply conflicted; at the very least, his old friend was going to be remembered as a war hero.
"I had a few spars with him the day before our invasion started." Xander pointed out, "He will make a fine retainer- better than the last choice at least."
"About time." Leo sighed, "Elise received her retainers weeks ago."
"We'll sort out the specifics later." The tactician said, "You two will have plenty of time to spend get to know each other the next while."
The King dismissed the cavalier. The grey-haired man looked like he had more to say to the Prince, but a guard forced him away. Corrin stared at his family, who had nothing to show but pride. Winning the trust of his father was a great victory.
"A few more like him, and the war would be over in a week." King Garon commented, after Silas left.
"I hope you're right, Father." Corrin said, "I hope you're right…"
He found himself a clean slate, and thought about all those he would meet - the people who would fight for and against him. The Prince vowed to find the true purpose of the war, and to conclude it as quickly as possible. Somewhere at the bottom of his heart, he had hope Father would change too.
(I haven't figure out exactly how yet, but don't worry! Xander, Camilla, Leo, Elise… Ryoma, Hinoka, Takumi, Sakura… I'll end this conflict once and for all!)
A/N: Thanks for reading…
…and for sticking through the exposition! There were many secrets spilling out here. If there are any contradictions/inconsistencies in peoples' accounts, that's a hint one of them is probably lying.
The Jakob Pairing Poll has closed. Congratulations, Jakob x Flora! It was at first a lot closer between her and Nyx. However, after I posted last chapter, the lead grew substantially longer.
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