"Not much longer now, I can feel my hand shaking as I write this. The troops are outside, the horns are blaring, and the hounds of war are eager for bloodshed. Finally, to you dear reader of this journal I have a request. Please let it be known that today the people of Fodlan fight for a brighter future against a corrupt god and that their valor and devotion to each other and their home not be forgotten. It's time for the big dance."


Santos

The weather had finally cleared once we left the ruins of Garreg Mach. Seiros and I kept our thoughts private from the others, and each other for the most part. We had agreed not to pry into the other's life. If one person wanted to share; they'd share. We are both people concerned with results, and that means the messy details are sometimes best left forgotten.

Kronya and Byleth had resolved their differences for the most part, though it's not particularly easy to tell. Byleth emotes about as much as a rock, and Kronya is still unhinged as ever. I'd say she needs psychological help, but she isn't human so I don't think that's the right answer. Never would I think I'd be the minority because of not only my race but my species as well. The only thing that strikes me as more strange is how well adapted I've become to it all. At some point over the years, I've just become more difficult to surprise.

Deranged fracture of god trying to end life? Sure. Time travel and temporal magic that threatens my understanding of reality as I know it? You got it. At some point the fantastical becomes mundane. I've been overexposed to the vast wonders and nonsense of the universe, and I've adopted a strange laissez-faire attitude towards it all. Seiros told me that's how some of the Nabateans helped rationalize their long lives, and I can see why.

Eventually, you have to figure out what really matters, and everything else can just...happen. Easier said than done though.

It had taken nearly three weeks to travel discretely to and from Garreg Mach, and as my group traversed the roads and made our way towards the great bridge of Myrddin we noticed that Alliance and Kingdom soldiers held the routes. Good signs all around that the first push into Adrestian territory had been successful. Something to soothe my nerves, if just slightly.

Over the course of the war, nobody had successfully invaded Adrestian territory, but perhaps now with several factions working together to topple the juggernaut of a country, it may actually happen. Dagdan mages shoulder to shoulder with Almyran horse archers and knights of Seiros. We had united many toward a single cause, and now we had helped create the greatest war effort since the Age of Heroes.

After bypassing a few checkpoints down the main road heading south into Adrestia, we managed to get into a familiar landscape. The large rolling grassy hills, the sparse trees, and sudden cliffs marked that we had entered the outskirts of Gronder Field.

Approaching the war camps, I couldn't help but be impressed. Even when training in Dagda I thought a few thousand people armed was a lot, but this is another level. With so many factions joined together it's like they've settled a small town with all the makeshift structures, amount of food, and equipment that is strewn about. If any peasant wonders where their taxes go, look no further.

Midway through the camp, a runner approached us. Probably no older than twelve, the young Almyran boy nearly wore rags for clothes, but with a new knife sheath strapped to his hip with a leather-bound hilt poking out. Judging by his dirty features I'd guess that he's been kept busy by the lords. Information is such a high priority when it comes to wartime, even more so when cooperating with others.

We let the boy catch his breath as he hurriedly thrusts some papers toward Byleth. "Your paper, general," the boy says in a labored accent, sounding very rehearsed.

Byleth takes the envelope from the boy, to which he bows to us, and quickly escapes to a nearby Almyran camp. She hands me one of the letters, to which I open immediately. I scan the contents quickly, and it's apparent who wants to see me. King Getafe has arrived from overseas and has made his presence known to the rest of Fodlan by inviting himself to the war council and staging area.

"It appears Claude and the Almyran forces have need of me," Byleth states as she folds up the envelope, slipping it into her pocket. "What of yours?"

"My boss finally showed up," I grunt. I cast Fire and burn the note. "Probably shouldn't keep him waiting."

"I'm coming with," Seiros adds. "You're politicking is still subpar."

"I had no doubts in my mind," I chuckle. I look at the rest of the group, raising an eyebrow. I glance around Macuil, who simply scowls at me. "Where is Kronya?"

"The Agarthan slipped away as soon as we left camp," Macuil says, looking at me with disapproval. "You should keep a better leash on your dogs."

I look at Macuil and shake my head. "You could have said something."

The Nabatean crosses his arms and sighs. "Mhmmm," Macuil murmurs as he begins to walk off. That was productive.

I lean towards Seiros and whisper, "You sure you're related to that guy?"

Seiros send me a pointed look, a mild tenseness plastered on her face. "Let's not dwell on Macuil's moodiness. Shall we get going?"

"Yeah, yeah I hear you."

I take the lead through the giant war camp as Seiros and I search for Dagdan colors. I'd expect him to flaunt his heraldry since he's currently making history by being Dagda's first successful foreign conqueror. No doubt he's foaming at the mouth at the prospect of war reparations.

After some searching, Seiros discover the large purple and silver tent in the Eastern section of the camp where most of the Dagdan forces have settled in. Getafe's tent is pretty obvious for one that can recognize an adjudicator; the stoic people that are practically walking runes and living, breathing Dagdan constitutions. I don't recognize the two outside Getafe's tent, but their plain robes and runic tattoos are a dead giveaway.

I step up to the tent flap and nod to each one of the men, but neither react to the gesture. Usually a good sign. I open the flap for Seiros to enter and follow in behind her to witness the somewhat gaudy insides of the tent.

The insides are lined with beautiful cotton tapestries that line the walls, a great wooden table with a map on it dominates the center of the room, and behind it, I notice Getafe seated in a large wooden chair looking at me with a large grin. The kid may nearly be half my age, yet I can't help but feel a little uneasy. Shamir had the right idea about nobles.

"Archmage Capetillo! You have returned!" Getafe happily announces, clapping his hands. "I'm glad to see you in good health. And how are you, Lady Seiros?"

"I'm doing well," Seiros says, bowing slightly. It's still a bit silly to me that a thousand-year-old Nabatean is paying homage to a teenage despot, but she doesn't seem to mind when I've asked. Age isn't a determinant of authority to her, among other things.

I perform a formal bow to the lord. "I apologize for my absence, my King. I've been tying up loose ends."

"Apology accepted," Getafe quickly replies. He cracks his knuckles and leans over the map, tapping at the Kleiman region. "You've rewarded my trust, as Dagda now has a colony in Fodlan."

I notice Seiros' nose twitch at Getafe's comment. "Of course," I respond, stepping forward. "Do you have any new orders for me?"

"Nothing outside of helping the war effort," Getafe says dismissively, eyes still scanning the continent map. "I've spoken with all the faction leaders present, and a few want to talk with you personally. Namely the Adrestian rebels leader and the Alliance lord."

"How have negotiations with Rodrigue gone?"

Getafe looks up, his pale skin contrasting his slick dark hair and hazel eyes. "It's been going well. We're currently working towards forming a federation out of the splintered duchies of Faergus. Figuring out exports and import requirements. The standard."

I smile and nod, pretending to know what he means. "Naturally." I turn to Seiros. "Would you mind seeing Claude for me?"

"Going to be busy?" Serious asks.

"Going to find where they hide the alcohol here, and then visit Edelgard," I say, grinding my teeth slightly. "She and I are going to have a little chat."


The sting of rum lingers on my tongue as I mentally prepare myself for this encounter. The cooks gave me no resistance when I inquired for a little 'taste test' of their whiskey. If I don't abuse the perks of Archmage now, I probably never will.

I peel back the tent flap to Edelgard's quarters and do my best to confidently stride inside. The reds and blacks of the inside of the tent are reminiscent of the Black Eagles, and in front of a large war table, I see Hubert and Edelgard talking in hushed tones. Edelgard is dressed in red and gold full plate with her white hair pulled back into a ponytail, while Hubert is dressed in red and black robes that would be the common fare of an Adrestian mage.

Both of their heads turn toward the noise of the tent flap rustling, meeting my glare as I enter the tent. Hubert seems nonplussed about my presence, and Edelgard maintains a straight face, though the fluctuation in her magical aura is a give away that her nerves aren't as solid as one would believe. That's good. She knows she's in trouble.

"Ah, doctor Capetillo," Edelgard says, her voice formal and measured. "I presume you got my missive about a meeting? I'd like to discuss-"

"You," I say as I point at Hubert. I motion toward the exit of the tent. "Get going. This is a private meeting."

Edelgard bristles at my demand and narrows her eyes at me. "With all due respect, I don't believe you are-"

"Him," I point again, this time more rigidly and aggressively. "Out. I won't repeat myself again."

Hubert crosses his arms. "And on what grounds-"

I wave my hand and cast Warp on the mage, sending him hopefully a decent distance into the war camp. My goal was to send him toward the latrine area, but with his resistance, I can only be hopeful that he got that far. Still, catching him off guard certainly helped me teleport him in the first place.

"Kronya, if you're around, keep Hubert occupied," I say in a raised voice. Edelgard gives me a strange look and I shrug. "A lot has happened, but she works for me. She tails me to make sure I don't get a knife in the back. Which is a good transition into why I'm here."

"You must be talking about the Dagdan forces in Hevring," Edelgard says, her voice wavering slightly. Teleporting Hubert away must have rattled her as I can feel her aura fluctuating wildly, but she's put on a brave face as she clears her throat and continues, "I've wanted to issue a formal apology for the brave sacrifices of the men and women. It wasn't by any means the plan of what was to happen, with Lord Arundel's devious tactic to turn the city into a pyre."

I shake my head and chuckle. "No, I think you're getting the wrong idea. I'm here because you lied and put someone I care about in harm's way."

"Lysithea volunteered to-"

"Stop," I growl, stepping around to the side of the war table. "You can't bullshit me, so just tell me what you did. I'm not one to get worked up or angry, but I finally have something good going for me, and I won't stand for some self-absorbed twenty-something fucking it up."

Edelgard doesn't back down and holds eye contact with me. "Are you threatening me, doctor?"

"I'm telling you how it is," I say, baring my teeth slightly. "You'll know for damn sure when I threaten you." I fully walk around to Edelgard's side of the war table. She takes a step back as I approach her face to face, and I rest my hand on the table. "So just tell me what really happened."

I can see sweat beginning to form on her forehead as she swallows hard. "I may have let Lysithea lead the diversionary force into Hevring."

I raise an eyebrow. "But she didn't know it was, did she?"

"...No," Edelgard says as if spitting out a rotten piece of food. "She didn't know. But the plan worked, and she is safe."

"Fortunate for you," I remark as I step closer to the shorter lord. I bend my knees slightly to look Edelgard directly in her pale violet eyes. "Since you confused my facts for a threat earlier, here is the threat, Edelgard. If you try and hurt any of the Ashen Wolves, I'll feed you to my goddamn dragon girlfriend. Comprende?"

I step away from her and nod. She averts her eyes, but nods. Pretty sure I got my point across there. As I get to the exit of the tent, I turn back around and look at Edelgard.

"What," Edelgard flatly says, no posturing or power in her voice anymore. Just the face and emotions of a young adult who wants me out of their business.

"When you see Yuri again, send him my way when you get a chance," I instruct. "He's probably given you enough headaches, so I'll take him off your hands." I open the tent flap and look over my shoulder at the Hresvelg heir one last time. "Mind yourself, Edelgard. We're both fighting for something, so let's not forget that. We don't have time for these petty games when calamity is nearly upon us. And I don't have the patience for them."


After my discussion with Edelgard, I made my rounds around the Dagdan camps with the mages and healers from my corps. Most were happy to see me, most of all Hidalgo and the rest of my vanguard. The man was quite resistant to me leaving him behind for logistical support, but a grown man can only tolerate a babysitter for so long, even if they are well-intentioned.

The Dagdans set me up with my own large tent once they had heard of my arrival, so once my check-ins with the soldiers wrapped up in the evening I was escorted by a runner to my tent. Deep purple flaps enveloped the small plot of land I'd been given, and I detected a familiar aura inside the tent. Make that two.

I'm already feeling a bit drained from the walking and talking, so having to deal with hooligans isn't particularly enticing. Then again they are my hooligans. Might as well be me to see what they want.

I pull back the tent entry flap, and I'm greeted to a small living quarter complete with a bed, storage chest, small war table, and a few chairs around the table. On top of the table I spot Hapi laying down eating a bruised apple, and beside her is Constance looking quite irritated with her arms crossed and foot tapping against the floor.

"Sup, Bleeder," Hapi says, stifling a belch. She takes another bite of the apple. "They gave you some tasty snacks, jus' so ya know."

"Truly savage and uncouth," Constance bemoans. She scowls at Hapi, who ignores the blonde. "But, welcome back Santos. We've not talked outside of meetings, unfortunately, with how busy everything has been, and I'd like to discuss temporal magic and it's parallels to Soul magic with you. In-depth, if you'd be so kind."

Hearing Constance ramble is enough for my joints to ache and my muscles feel more lethargic. While I do enjoy intellectual conversations, my mind is already spent. An evening alone with Seiros is what I'd really like.

I blink. "Hard pass, Constance. At least for tonight."

"Ha," Hapi notes with a lazy grin. She nudges Constance in the side, which manages to get a small 'yip' from the eccentric scholar. "You owe me dinner."

Constance looks at her fellow Ashen Wolf with disdain, her nostrils flaring for a brief moment. "You already ate his dinner. You shouldn't be famished, let alone have me provide you with more sustenance."

"Should too, I made a bet with you," Hapi argues back, waggling her apple core at Constance.

"And where, praytell, was I when this 'bet' was made?"

"Right here, about five minutes ago."

Constance harumphs. "That never happened. You must be delusional, Hapi. I'd recommend seeing our esteemed doctor for medical services."

Hapi slowly forces herself to sit upon the table. "We did too. I did it in my head, so it did happen."

"Hapi," I start rubbing my temples, "Someone has to agree to the bet for it to be valid. Regardless, did you eat all my food?"

"Just the tasty stuff."

Fantastic. My timeslot to decompress has been now filled with an overeager scholar and the girl who doesn't understand boundaries. I let out a loud groan and march to my bed; a large makeshift cot. I roll onto it and let out a deep sigh.

"I can understand," Constance gestures to Hapi, who is trying to roll herself off the table, "If she offended you, but am I a bother to you right now? I'd most certainly like to discuss further theorem-"

"Five minutes," I croak, raising my hand. "Five minutes of silence and peace, and then I'll help with whatever it is you want to discuss. Just wait outside my tent."

"As you wish," Constance cordially says. Hapi manages to get to her feet, brushing food crumbs off her baggy cotton pants and crop top. Constance hooks her arm around Hapi's and looks over her shoulder. "We'll be back shortly. Do take care, Santos."

I nod as the pair leaves the tent, granting me my peace and solidarity. Finally, a small moment of respite in this bustling war camp. There must be somewhere upward of forty to fifty thousand people stationed here, given the constant background noise.

I close my eyes and let my body sink into the semi-soft mattress. Even with the constant shouting and hollering outside, this does feel peaceful-

Someone is breathing above me. By the Goddess, Jesus, and whatever dragon gods exist this better be damn important or an assassin. I crack open an eye and let out a disgruntled moan.

"Hello, Santos," Kronya cooes in a playful tone. Her face is about two inches away from mine. "I took care of that pesky mage for you."

"That's great," I say, straining my voice to not sound irritated. I nod with my head to the left. "Personal space?"

"Oh, right." Kronya removes her face from my personal bubble and puts her hands on her hips. "It was quite the runaround I gave Hubert. He slipped at least six times. That's not even mentioning the smell."

Slipped? What would he-

I shake my head and close my eyes. The more questions I ask, the more I'll regret knowing. I open my eyes again and sigh. "Sounds good, Kronya. Did you have anything else you wanted to get off your chest? I got maybe three more minutes before my next interruption."

Kronya looks up to the side dramatically. "Not in particular that I can remember," Kronya hums, rapidly blinking. "Nope, just checking on you as it is my binding oath to you. Not that I wouldn't care otherwise. I still would. Pretty sure."

"Right. Got it," I mumble as I lazily shoo Kronya toward the exit. "Go cause some minor mischief or something. Just don't get caught."

"Oh, you needn't worry about me, but it's awfully sweet that you do," Kronya muses as she sashays toward the exit. She pauses as she goes for the tent flap, and looks over her shoulder toward me. "By the way, they're trying to surprise you."

I furrow my brow. "Who are?"

"Hapi and Constance. I'm sure they are trying to get you somewhere," Kronya shrugs and flicks her gaze toward the tent flap. "I'm sure it's nothing dangerous. At Least, nothing you can't handle. Maybe you should check it out."

Well, there is hardly any sense in making them wait. Might as well get through my responsibilities to minimize external distractions. I heave my legs out of the cot and follow Kronya out of the tent. Outside Hapi and Constance are standing nearby chatting quietly, and Constance's eyes light up as she notices me leaving.

"Doctor, I was still going to wait another minute or so-"

I wave my hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it, and you do know you don't have to be so formal, right?"

"Someone ought to respect you," Constance pointedly glances at Hapi, who is digging through her pockets looking for something, "But if you insist, I can ease up in private social situations."

The sky is still a dark and hazy overcast, with torches that line the war camp trenches as the only real source of reliable light. Makes dealing with Constance more bearable with her strange condition. I still don't have a clear diagnosis of what that is besides some sort of identity disorder. While her eager self can be a bit exhausting, her reserved and self-deprecating self is outright depressing. I'm sure others might think differently, but I desire to see her invigorated and driven.

"Ah, here it is," Hapi says, pulling out a wrinkled and slightly damp piece of parchment. "Yuri gave me this earlier. It shows us which tent to meet at."

Constance grimaces at the crumpled paper. "I believe I should have held onto the map, in retrospect."

"It's still legible. Just got some jam on it, that's all," Hapi says. She swabs a dark part of the stained paper with her finger and pops it into her mouth. "Yup, still good."

I look at Kronya who just smirks at me. Well, at least someone is entertained. Which leaves me to play the least desirable role; the adult. Not surprising considering they are my former students, but it still does rustle my feathers a bit that I can't ever be the one to be absurd or expectant of others. Then again, I'm not sure I'd trust someone else to Wolves' damage control.

"Fine, lead the way," I huff out. "Considering the map is still legible of course."

Hapi rolls her eyes, tilting the map side to side. "I got this. Can't be that hard. All the important parts are still there." Hapi leans over to Constance and points at the map. "That's North right?"

Kronya chuckles. "And you say I'm bad," She gestures to the two friends bickering over the crumpled map. "You may think I'm crazy, but at least I'm not hopeless."

My lips form a thin flat expression and I exhale deeply out my nose. "You make a good point."

While I have the utmost faith that Hapi and Constance will navigate us there, I have also doubts we will be on time. Hopefully whatever surprise Yuri has planned isn't too time-dependent.


The two ladies led me through a myriad of tents and obscure walkways of the war camp, so much so that by about 10 minutes into wandering I was beginning to lose faith in their sense of direction. How did Hapi survive the wilds for so many weeks leading the others? Does this say more about Yuri's obscure hiding abilities or her poor navigation? Hard to say, but what I do know is I'm tired and my feet are starting to hurt a bit.

"So when do we admit that we're lost?" I ask my two former students. "After or before my mood is ruined?"

"We're not lost, Santos. We are merely taking the scenic route," Constance says affirmatively. I eye her curious, and her bravado waivers slightly underneath my scrutiny.

"Eh, I think we're close," Hapi chimes in, shrugging. She points down another pathway lined with tents and off duty soldiers. "Pretty sure we need to go East."

Constance's lips form a flat and mirthless expression. "Hapi, that's North."

"Yeah, that's what I said. North," Hapi says, nodding. "You should get your ears checked, Coco."

I rub the bridge of my nose and let out a ragged breath. This is going nowhere slowly. The sky is full of dark clouds that are letting down a light drizzle, which is starting to drench my mage robes. All I wanted was a nap, yet here I am wandering around getting soaked. Just the thing to rouse my spirits before one of the most important confrontations.

Hapi and Constance continue to bicker over the crumpled map in hushed whispers as I look at my feet, shaking my head. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder and look over to see Lysithea standing next to me, her wearing the gray and black Ashen Wolves mage robes with a gray head wrapping covering her eye sockets. She looks almost as exasperated as I feel.

"Hey, Lys. How'd you find me?"

"Your magical aura has been circling the area for nearly 15 minutes. I was becoming impatient and told Yuri I would fetch you," Lysithea states. She clears her throat, drawing Hapi and Constance's attention. "Would you all follow me? I'm tired of waiting."

"Well, if you insist," Hapi says as she walks up to Lysithea and tousles her hair.

Lysithea quickly bats away Hapi's hands. "Please don't," The short white-haired girl groans. "Just follow me."

With no further arguments, I gesture for Constance and Hapi to comply and follow as I trail Lysithea through a few twists and turns of the loaded war camp. We're currently in the munitions area of the camp, filled with fletchers and trebuchet maintenance workers. Fairly neutral ground as far as the camps are concerned since it's a mix of every faction here pitching in.

Lysithea turns and folds back a flap to a large tent and the scent of freshly cooked meats floods from the inside. A few oil lanterns illuminate the large tent showing off a large table with several chairs around. At the far end of the tent, I see a small smoldering fire pit and hibachi-like grill with Yuri hunched over it, wearing a stained beige apron. Balthus is seated at the table talking in a hushed tone with Yuri, though he stops once he notices us in the doorway.

"Boss, it's the doc!" Balthus says, standing up abruptly. "Told ya my directions were good."

That makes a lot more sense now.

"I'm sure that's why they're only an hour late," Yuri snaps, rotating a somewhat charred piece of meat. "Still, glad you're here finally. Now we can eat." He snaps his fingers. "Hey, Balthus! Start plating people up!"

Balthus immediately hops into action and begins setting the table as Yuri deposits grilled meats and vegetables onto plates. I take a seat at the table along with the rest of the folks gathered, flanked by Lysithea and Constance on my sides.

As I sit down the tent flap rustles again, revealing Kronya with Felix following behind and looking not too pleased. Then again, he hardly ever does. The group greets him, to which he grunts in response and takes a seat at the table along with Kronya taking her own seat. Yuri and Balthus manage to get them plated up quickly enough as well as themselves, taking the remaining seats at the large table.

"Thank you all for gathering," Yuri announces. "It's been quite a while since we've all been able to gather like this, and while the times have changed," He pointedly glances at those gathered, "I'd just like to say there's something nice about seeing the Ashen Wolves back again. Plus good food never hurts."

"You saying it's good just because you cooked it, or because it's actually quality?" Felix grumbles as he picks up his fork and knife, cutting into the slab of well-done meat. "Figures."

"It's actually pretty good," Hapi says in between bites. " S' pre' good."

Yuri does a mock bow and smiles. "Thank you, Hapi. You always had exquisite taste. I just figured everyone deserves a good meal before they go off to meet their maker," He shrugs and lowers his voice, "And having those around that matter to you just sweetens the deal."

"I missed you too, Yuri," Constance says, daintily folding a napkin in her lap. She struggles to work the knife into the tough meat and grimaces. "Though I believe you may have overcooked this once tender steak."

"Well, I'd blame Balthus," Kronya quips, grinning ear to ear. "I wouldn't have had to hunt the rest of you down if the big lug had a smidge of artistic skill."

I can't help but smile as my former students bicker amongst themselves and the clearly overcooked steak. At least the potatoes and carrots are still edible if a little charred. Seasoned decently too with pepper and rosemary. I cut my way awkwardly into the chewy steak with my one hand before giving up and deciding to skewer it with my fork and bite off chunks. Sometimes you just have to improvise.

The shenanigans die down as everyone finishes their meal, with me observing with mild curiosity and bemusement. It's good to see them all again acting this way. Helps distract one from the cruelties of war and just...exist in a friendly space. Definitely better than a nap.

"Hey, Doc!" Balthus shouts, his mouth full of steak. "You've been pretty quiet tonight, anything you've got to say?"

"Mhmm," Hapi remarks as she is trying to snipe some of the remaining pieces of meat from Constance's plate. "Anything to lift our spirits before we fight a god? I'd like to know that we are going to die at least happy."

Constance swats Hapi's hunger-filled advances away. "Yes, I'm interested too. We've only been informed of the battle to take place in Gronder field soon, and nothing more. Anything to illuminate our curiosities?"

I roll my shoulders and set down my fork. "I do. Gronder field is the perfect location for this fight to happen, as it's filled with magical energy all over the place. It's suitable for our plan to deal with Sothal, and the historical significance should help invigorate the soldiers."

"What about the pillars of light?" Yuri asks, eyeing me skeptically. "It's been established the Agarthans have access to that power, and since we're all bunched up it makes sense that they'd use it to obliterate us."

"It's a fair question, but we've got a contingency," I explain, which manages to get everyone leaning over the table. "King Getafe has been at work with his mages to create a counter to that attack. We know the attacks are magical in nature, so he's been helping create magical pylons to absorb and channel the attacks." I shrug and run my hand through my messy hair. "Easier to channel a river than stopping it, as they say."

"So that's why his forces were delayed," Yuri drawls, rubbing his chin. "Why didn't you tell me that was why he was delayed? I thought it was to train more mages?"

"It was partly the truth, but it was his request, and I'm in no position to argue. He's paranoid about wanting to win a battle overseas for Dagda, so he's held his cards close," I say, which manages to get a series of nods from the Ashen Wolves.

"Well, that's convenient," Felix snorts.

"That's the point, Felix," Lysithea chastises. "Solving magical problems usually requires magic."

I notice Yuri has gone to uncover a box in the corner of the tent filled with bottles. I roll my eyes. "Anyways, before we get too off track," I gesture to Lysithea, "Yuri, I'm sure she filled you in on what Edelgard did."

"Edelgard did something?" Hapi asks offhandedly, her attention completely focused on the bottles of wine Yuri is procuring.

Constance huffs and shakes her head. "Yes, were you not lucid during her explanation in Derdriu? That brigand-"

"Enough," Yuri sharply says, his voice ending the murmuring. He places two large wine bottles on the table. "I've been informed on what happened, and I've been mulling over a little surprise for Edelgard."

Yuri begins to pass a wine bottle to each of us. Looks like a nice red vintage of some sort from Faergus. Is he really trying to get us sloppy drunk? Not that I'm complaining.

"A surprise?" Constance remarks, smiling. "Knowing you, I doubt she'll foresee nor enjoy your hidden machinations."

"Naturally," Yuri says, grinning as he pops off the cork to his wine bottle. "Let's just say as her spymaster for the past few years, I know quite a bit about her little army."

"You're not going to kill her, are you?" Lysithea grimaces and shifts in her seat.

Yuri chuckles. "No, no. Death is hardly a punishment to a politician, at least in my opinion. I've got something a little more special in mind." He raises his wine bottle and nods with his head for Balthus to pass around the corkscrew. "Now, let's drink like it's our last night alive. If anyone's sober in the next hour, I'll be heavily disappointed in my fellow Wolves." He glances toward me, "Anything to add, doctor?"

I smile and raise my wine bottle. "Here's to the end of the world, and hopefully the start of a new one. Salud."

The fruit tang of the wine hits my tongue as we all take our first swig. We all exchange another glance amongst each other, all of us smiling ear to ear. In perfect synchronous motion, we take another swig. It goes without saying, but the Ashen Wolves know how to have a good time.


Trying to find my way back to my tent proved to be more difficult than anticipated. Wandering through the dark camp, and botching two Warp spells that managed to land me in strangers' tents was a mistake. Yuri brought enough wine to subdue an elephant and we were up to the challenge.

Sure, I could use magic to purge my body of the toxins and sober up, but why would I want to ruin my great buzz? It's a celebration, and being hungover can be a problem for me tomorrow. Which reminds me, I never did figure out how to tweak that spell, Recover, to get rid of hangovers. Never got far with one that could restore electrolytes, as creating drinkable water, let alone enriched water out of thin air proved to be elusive. Hence why it's just better to enjoy the buzz unless you're really needing to focus up.

I stumble into another tent, using my hand to steady myself against one of the support poles. I squint my eyes at the tent. It's purple, which means I'm in Dagda territory. Which also means I'm close. Nice.

"Santos?" I hear a familiar soothing voice call out. Did I actually find my tent in the dim torchlight night?

I look toward the tent flap and see Seiros exiting the tent. Her vibrant green hair seems to almost glow against the backdrop of the torch sconces that line the walking path, and her flowy white traveler's garb clinging to her more prominent assets. I can think of at least a few reasons why Nabateans are children of the Goddess.

"Are you okay?" Seiros asks, her face serious though I detect some amusement in her tone. "Who let you walk back like this?"

"Blame Yuri and his mysterious wine connections," I blurt out, doing my best to stand up straight and not sway from side to side. "But things went well-did he not invite you?" I turn my head around lazily and grunt. "I should have mentioned something…"

"It's fine, Santos. I was invited, but I turned down the offer," Seiros replies. "I figured your time with your students was important," She sighs and crosses her arms underneath her bust, "Besides, I'm not that well-liked by most of them. It would have only made things awkward."

"Yeah, but I like you," I say, grinning like a fool.

Seiros' lips part into a thin smile. "That has been made clear, and I'm glad you can reaffirm that," Her head swivels around, scanning the area, "Let's get you inside before any soldiers see you indisposed? It'd be possibly damaging for morale."

"Don't pretend as they've never seen a drunk person before," I bemoan in protest, but I dutifully followed my lady into the tent. "By the way, where have you been today?"

Seiros hands my hand, leading me through the candlelit tent. "I've spoken with refugees from the church. I...told them the truth."

I stop in my tracks. I blink rapidly as Seiros turns toward me. "And how did that go? How in-depth did you go-"

"I told them everything, Santos. I let them know the truth," Seiros relents as she takes a seat on the large cot. "It was not easy, but they deserved to know."

I raise an eyebrow. "And how did that go over?"

"Mixed, to say the least. Some applauded my honesty while others either felt dejected or revered me in a new light," Seiros pats the spot next to her on the cot, and I sit down next to her, "I relinquished my titles and claim to the church and encouraged them to follow the Goddess's teachings."

"So that's it? No more church of Seiros?" I ask incredulously. She didn't even mention she'd try to end her own church. I'm way too drunk for this. Or maybe not? Hard to say.

"It'll be the church of Sothis, as that's what it's truly been all this time," Seiros replies, resting a hand on my thigh. "I think it's time that humanity can believe without being led by me. I've done enough damage trying to control them, so I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago."

"What would that be?"

"Being myself. Just as you suggested in those dark days preceding Garreg Mach's destruction," Seiros softly says as she rests her head on my shoulder. "I shall still champion the Goddess' values, but no longer from a pedestal in the church. It is time I live up to the title of Saint, rather than talking about the past. So, thank you. Thank you for believing in not just me as Rhea, but me as Seiros."

"Well, I never had a pope that was as attractive and inspirational as you," I say, smirking as I wrap my arm around her. "Needless to say, my grandparents would never have approved of me falling in love with a religious dragon lady, but I don't think I would have had it any other way," I look over to Seiros, her splendid green eyes meeting my own, "And you've helped me rediscover where I belong. I'm finally home."

Seiros shakes her head and wraps her free arm around me, us holding each other in a close side hug. "You're just saying that because you're drunk. The human constitution is known for its ability to let unfinished thoughts escape when intoxicated."

"Drunk, sober, or hungover, I'll say it again. Hell, I'll even say it in confession if you'd like," I jibe, managing to get a smile and small sigh from Seiros. "But in all seriousness, I love you."

I notice her cheeks flush slightly in the flickering candlelight. "I love you too," Seiros quietly replies, squeezing me tightly.

Our lips meet and linger for a moment; relishing in each other's warmth. We separate and stare at each other for a moment, as if the gears are turning inside our heads, and then in a sudden rush of movement, we grasp each other and let our bodies do what comes naturally as we roll over into the large cot.

It's potentially the end of the world, and I believe we both know that holding onto any further inhibitions is pointless. Plus, there is nothing truly comparable to centuries of pent up sexual frustration from a frisky Nabatean. To try and put the rest of the evening into words would be a disservice to the feelings we experienced and the connection we share. I'm just glad that I know the Heal spell considering the events that proceeded.


A/N: And we are on the precipice. No more filler.

Just an FYI for all you readers, the next update will be the last one (presumably) and it will be chonky (it will contain chapters 60, 61, and 3 epilogues). Hope that you've enjoyed the ride so far, as it's been a crazy year in more ways than one.

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Morrowing: I believe the previous chapter (57) was talking about Byleth's origins with Seiros and connection to Sothis, concerning her identity. This was a further elaboration on her actual powers. And no, I didn't think about including the book, unfortunately. It's been a while since I've actually played 3H...

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Final Chapters: 10/18/20