22th of the Great Tree Moon
I haven't slept at all.
No matter how many positions I tried, how many sheep I counted (I do that sometimes), or how disgustingly comfortable the bed is, I'm still unable to get a proper shut-eye. And the plot is the one to blame.
Fuck my life.
I knew this day was coming, I thought I had prepared both physically and mentally. But no matter how many times I go through it in my head, it still haunts me.
If my memories are correct, Byleth should arrive at the Monastery today. Somewhere in the early hours of the morning.
It is not Byleth herself who scares me, but the repercussions of her future actions.
I ran every possible scenario in my head so many times before my arrival at the Monastery, even before having a solid confirmation that I'll be attending the Officer's Academy, I was already planning ahead.
The desirable outcome would be for her to pick any house but the Black Eagles, that much would make me feel better for the future of Fodlán, although not much for myself.
Every Black Eagle student is an enemy if Edelgard is not chosen, so my fate is sealed. So, unless I get recruited (I have no idea how that works) I'm as good as dead according to the game knowledge I had. Still, no one is forcing me to follow Edelgard so I can still avoid it. For all I know, every student but the ones appearing in the game have an unknown fate, and the rest can do whatever.
Then again, it brings the topic of why I am here in the first place.
I must have a purpose, right? You just don't get thrown into Fodlán for shits and giggles, do you?
I'm tired of getting worked up over this.
I noticed a dim light passing through the small gap between my bedroom's curtains, falling at the base of my bed. A sign that the day is starting, like it or not.
Resigned to a day without proper rest, I got up from the bed in one go and began my morning routine for the, highly likely stress-inducing, day ahead.
Dragging my sleepy self through what felt like chores rather than a routine. I washed my face with a bowl filled with water that I kept in the room for the very purpose, followed by changing into my uniform. Took me longer than usual but I was early, so no need to get worked up over it.
Normally I wake up half an hour later, sometimes even more but I'll make an exception for today since it clearly is not a normal day for me. Although it probably won't be the last 'normal' day I get in the Monastery. God help me.
Dressed, combed (I need to look presentable, noble stuff and all), and somewhat awake, I left my room. Not a single soul was in the barely illuminated hallway, and aside from the creaks of wood I made with each step, the only thing you could hear was the small rustle and bustle coming from rooms of early birds.
Didn't take long before reaching the door that led to the patio, my room was rather close to it after all. I'm grateful for that, it means fewer casual encounters with anyone in the mornings. I'm not good at making small talk.
The cold air of the morning spring gently blew my hair as soon as I opened the door, giving me a small, but not unwelcome, wake-up call before going down the stairs.
We might be in spring, but one has to remember we're up in the mountains, and even in the first days of spring, a little cold is to be expected.
As long as it doesn't snow I'll be good.
I don't mind the winter itself, but snow is… rather unpleasant.
While going down the stairs I took a glance at the dorm in front of ours, the girls' dorm. Its size and design identical, the only difference being the curtains used in their rooms, you could spot them from the outside. Silly, I know.
None of the girls had woken up early, shouldn't come as a surprise. This is a one-time thing for me anyway. What am I going to do if I stumble upon one of them anyway, that would be awkward.
With a few steps into the patio, I heard the sound of a door closing behind me. I turned around to see one of my classmates walk down the stairs.
It was a boy with a small frame, pale skin and bright blonde hair, and a student from the Black Eagles. Theodore didn't take long to spot me and so increased his pace to catch up to me.
"Good morning Alfonse," he said as soon as we were in normal conversation range. "I didn't know you woke up this early in the morning."
"I don't, I just had trouble sleeping. That's all," I answered a little too cold perhaps, my mind is moody because of the lack of sleep I suppose. "Figured I might as well start my day early, given I wasn't going to catch any more sleep."
"Trouble sleeping?" he repeated. "Well, you do have a drowsy look. What was it, nightmares?"
I wish it was that simple.
We both kept walking with the conversation going on. I was on my way to the dining hall, I assume Theodore was doing the same.
"Not quite. It was just… worried about the future, yes. I had heavy thoughts on my mind," I replied this time with something closer to my normal tone.
"That so?" He wondered, but then it was like something clicked on his head and shifted both his tone and expressions. "Alfonse! Did you hear about what happened yesterday? The seminar with professor Oskar?"
I expected this reaction at some point today, but I have to play the ignorant one here. Although I'm in no mood to overreact, I'll try to play it calmly.
"Ah yes, it was yesterday night right? The one that took place outside of the Monastery. What about it?"
"So you didn't hear. They were attacked by bandits in the middle of it," he explained, showing clear signs of concern. "I'm not sure about the details but a group of bandits showed some point after sundown. I heard that none of the students was hurt but the house leaders disappeared with the bandits at their tail."
Ah yes, Claude and his tactics. I had almost forgotten about that.
At this, I do have to fake some sort of shock. The last thing I need is people suspecting me this early into the 'story'.
"What! So you're telling me Edelgard is missing alongside the other Prince Dimitri and Claude?" I tried to muster surprise in my question. "The Monastery should be in the middle of an uproar if that's the case."
"I doubt Lady Edelgard will fall prey to simple bandits," he reassured me, his tone calming down a bit. "And the knights were mobilized fast to take care of the situation, or so I was told."
"Who told you about this? I thought you didn't attend the seminar." I asked with genuine curiosity.
"I didn't, it was Caspar who told me. He was there and arrived a little past midnight alongside the others. And as expected, he was enraged with the knights that forced them to return to the Monastery. He wanted to chase the bandits."
Classic Caspar.
"I'm more curious about how they managed to get Hubert back."
"He didn't attend."
"Ah, that explains it then. He must be having a terrific morning right about now." I said with a sarcastic tone
However, Theodore took this remark seriously. "He might not know about it. I didn't see him awake when the others arrived so there is a possibility he might not know."
I highly doubt that Hubert is not up to date with whatever happens in Garreg Mach or its surroundings, the guy's senses are sharp when it comes to that. Perhaps the whole 'bandit attack' was preordained by the Empire. I remember that being an interesting theory.
Theodore fell silent after no reply came from me. His brows were furrowed, his eyes remained still but absent. It was clear his concern was real, Edelgard is our house leader after all and I doubt he's the only one in our class with that sentiment.
Ah, I don't like that face he's making. I suppose I can try to help relieve his worries. Even if a little.
I gently patted him on the back a few times. "I'm sure it will be alright," I said. "The knights will take care of it, and she will return unharmed, I'm sure of it."
He turned back at me, brows still furrowed but with a questioning look in his eyes. "How are you so...certain?" he asked.
"Call it a hunch. Worrying about it will do you no good," I replied as I took my hand off his back. "You are heading towards the dining hall, right? Do you know if they serve breakfast this early?" I asked to change the topic to a more lively one.
"I… I think so," Theodore said with a confused voice while keeping his eyes on me, analyzing my response perhaps? "I don't usually wake up this early either."
"Great. Let's go grab a bite then," I said, trying to keep the conversation from returning to its previous topic. "Perhaps we'll get a chance to eat the bread right out of the oven. They're always lukewarm by the time I get there."
Theodore didn't reply this time, only nodded, and kept walking alongside me. I didn't notice a faint change in his expression. Perhaps I was able to ease his worries, even if a little.
After that, our walk to the dining hall was quiet. Not a word was exchanged, he probably had a lot on his mind and I'm no good at small talks.
On our way, I saw little activity, just as I expected. Aside from the few monks or nuns walking around, the place was pretty much empty. However, I did spot a knight in the distance, coming from the main entrance and walking at a hurried pace. A messenger maybe?
Regardless of it all, we arrived at the mess hall soon enough. Its distance to the dorms was short when compared to most buildings in the monastery, it was just like the game's, or so I believe. I don't trust my memory regarding those details.
The pleasant smell of freshly baked bread and bacon, alongside many other delicacies filled my nostrils as soon as we stepped in. The question of whether or not the breakfast was being served was answered by itself.
I and Theodore made a line behind the monks and nuns waiting ahead of us to serve themselves, there were no knights present and I'm not sure if that was because of recent events or maybe they don't show up this early. Since it was early in the morning, there were barely any, so our time in the line was quite short.
With trays in hand, we moved along and began picking the food for today's breakfast. The selection for breakfast tends to be huge when compared to the other meals of the day. It's composed of a wide selection, containing easy to acquire food like fruit, bacon, and even corn.
Breakfasts in Garreg Mach are far from humble but it doesn't surprise me. When one has an academy with the future leaders and richest families of the continent, they must provide high-quality meals. Add to it that the tuition is far from cheap, although that depends on who is paying.
The variety of breakfast rarely changes from day to day, but I haven't been here all that long so who knows, it probably depends on the season.
Another thing to point out is how different it is from the rest of the meals. Breakfast is the only meal of the day where you're allowed to serve yourself as much as you want, whereas, at lunch and dinner, you only get a single plate, but there's the chance for seconds.
There is also a limit on certain food or ingredients. Bacon is a prime example, the nuns in charge of the food are always watching the amount taken and are very capable of calling out one for taking too much— I've seen it happen.
Bacon is a delicacy here.
As we moved with our trays in hand, I scanned what I could pick today. I like to vary from day to day, and today is no different.
I paid little attention to what Theodore was picking. Although from the corner of my eye I think I saw him pick chopped fruit and yogurt.
In my case, I wasn't feeling too hungry but I served myself the usual amount. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, or so I believe.
Freshly baked bread caught my nose's attention first, and giving the few experiences I had with breakfast here, the bread is a must for me. Crusty on the outside, soft and squishy on the inside. Not even the ones back at home can compete against it. God bless whoever makes them.
I decided to accompany the bread with a few slices of cheese, they were three types of cheese, each one of them smelling stronger than the last one.
As for the rest, I went with two crepes smeared with raspberry jam, a fruit that looked like some sort of tangerine, and spiced beef sausages.
I will spoil myself if the chance is given to me.
As for a drink, I went with a mug of milk, it was one of the few options I liked. There are a variety of teas but I don't do tea for breakfast, and there was also a fermented drink I truly despised.
Also, I asked out of curiosity if they had any coffee but apparently it is quite expensive and the Monastery doesn't buy it anymore unless it is for special occasions.
Content with my selection for today's breakfast, I left the counter and headed towards a table, any would do, there are not many people here so I can pick whichever I want. In normal situations I pick the least occupied of tables, it makes for a more peaceful meal.
"Where do you want to sit?" asked Theodore who had been waiting for me a few feet away from the counter.
I suppose it is only normal to sit together for breakfast. It would be awkward on my part to decline, even if I prefer to eat alone. I'll comply for now. The guy is good company anyway.
"There are plenty of spots. You can pick if you want to, I don't mind," I answered nonchalantly, "Although I prefer setting close to the windows."
Theodore nodded, "That works for me, let's go."
Theodore led the way and I followed behind. We walked no more than a few steps with the trays on our hands before he came to a halt. His eyes focused on something or someone.
I stood next to him, trying to look in the same direction as he. I didn't see anything out of place. Few monks eating, a couple of students already arrived no one them look-
No. There is a familiar face over there.
Realizing I had already figured out what was going on, Theodore asked. "Say, Alfonse, why don't we sit with her. I don't think I've ever exchanged more than a few words with her. It'd be a good opportunity to get to know her."
You're a kind soul, but a naive one.
"Are you sure you want to do that, I think there is a reason we see little of her?" I cautiously advised. Switching my sight to her for a second to be sure she didn't notice us.
"I heard from others she is quite shy, but if we're nice there shouldn't be any harm, right?"
"I think she is a little more than just shy. Remember how she missed the first days of class until Edelgard made her attend." I reminded him.
"Well, I'm sure she had her reasons, she wouldn't have come to the Officer's Academy otherwise. Perhaps she wants to improve herself. I can relate to that," he said with an almost playful tone.
Except she didn't come here out of her own volition.
"What about the times she ran away when we people talked to her?"
"Maybe she had urgent business somewhere else? Or got scared, there could be plenty of reasons."
At this point, I think his mind is set. Let's just hope we don't make a scene and embarrass ourselves. My day is already bound to be quite stressful, let's not make it worse.
"If that is what you think, I won't stop you," I sighed, "Let's go sit with her then, and see how it goes," I replied with fatigue. I don't have it in me to argue over something so silly this early in the morning.
Having been greenlit by me, Theodore casually approached the target, Bernadetta. I followed behind, keeping the same pace and trying to hide behind Theodore's frame, which proved difficult thanks to the height difference but it was worth a try.
I haven't talked to Bernadetta at all, not even a single word. I had no reason to do so and I know she would probably prefer it that way, given her 'nature'. But if for some reason I decided to talk to her, I knew for a fact she would be terrified of me. I can be kind of gloomy, especially in the mornings.
As we got closer, I was able to get a better look at Bernadetta's breakfast. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but I could tell it was something sweet, probably a muffin and crepes. Those are not uncommon on breakfast, but they disappear fast.
Bernadetta was seated at the edge of one of the long tables, to help her escape faster if things were to go awry, no doubt about it. From what I could see, she seemed to be enjoying her breakfast in solitude, taking small bits with her spoon while being slightly hunched, probably to avoid looking at others? Can't tell.
The closer we got the more I was expecting Bernadetta to notice us but that didn't happen. She was still seated there, eating her breakfast with no clue at all of the incoming 'threat'.
It wasn't till Theodore stopped less than a meter away that she realized someone was nearby. Her body becomes stiff, like a rabbit sensing a predator nearby, analyzing possible routes of escape.
"Hello Bernadetta," said Theodore in the simplest way possible. "Would you mind if we tag along for breakfast?" He said, tilting his head to where I was to show her he wasn't alone.
The response was utter and complete silence.
I expected a scream, a yelp, a screech, or maybe even a squeal. But nothing came out. She was silent. Was that a good or bad sign? I don't know. My memories of the main cast are not detailed and certainly not fresh. This could be a common reaction of hers.
From my position, I couldn't see Bernadetta move a muscle. Her bangs covered her face, and her slightly hunched back covered almost both of her arms. The only thing I could see was a hand holding a spoon, but just like the rest of her body, it remained still.
Until it wasn't. The spoon bounced on the table two or three times, with a barely audible clang, followed by a forced attempt to swallow without chewing whatever she was eating.
Then she slowly turned her head towards us. Her eyes were the very definition of dread, alongside a combination of puppy eyes. her mouth shivering as if she wanted to scream and terror and flee.
There was, again, another moment of silence. I'm intrigued, I expected her to run and scream for help but she never got to it. Although one could say she was pretty close to attempting it.
Theodore broke the short silence.
"Bernadetta, are yo-"
And it began.
An ear-splitting scream, gathering the attention of almost the entirety of the dinner hall. Bringing way too many eyes that what I'm comfortable with upon us, some worried, other clueless but all curious to the origin of the sudden cry. Glady for us, it was a short one.
Theodore didn't respond immediately, not that I blame him. He was as surprised as most folks in the hall, myself included.
Bernadetta, with her eyes jumping between Theodore, me, and to the nearest escape route, spoke first.
"What-what is going!?" Was the first question that came out of her. "Why are you surrounding me? You're trying to capture me, aren't you?" She spat, with terror still shaking her eyelids. "Or is it something else, are you trying to kill me on the spot? There are witnesses, you wouldn't dare."
The questions were quite off, to say the least. And Theodore had yet to speak so I took it upon myself.
I stepped up, with the plate still in my hands and tried to answer in the least… menacing way possible. "No Bernadetta, we were just asking if we could sit here." I raised my plate of food slightly, "See? We only want to have breakfast."
Theodore decided to chip in. "Exactly, I only meant for a friendly conversation, you know, just to share a meal."
She stared at us for half a second before replying "Lies, you wouldn't sneak up behind my back if with friendly intentions!" Bernadetta defended her point.
I saw this coming.
"But we're classmates, you have seen us in class, right?" Theo made a good point, but it was futile against her.
"I don't remember you, and even if I did, I had already finished eating, see?" She tilted her head, pointing at her plate which still had food on it. "So yes, I have to go now, I don't want to be late for class," she let out a shaky laugh.
"Your-your food is still on your plate."
"No, there isn't," she said before stuffing what little was left into her mouth. "Shee? clean." She forced herself to swallow, only to run away from the scene a millisecond later. Rushing into the crowd and disappearing in record time.
The scenario was witnessed not only by the two of us, but also by the knights and monastery staff in the dining hall, and they were probably even more puzzled by Bernadetta's action than us, I suppose the Monastery will get used to her after a month or two.
Bernadetta hadn't displayed that type of behavior in class yet, but I know what she was capable of. Still, it is somewhat refreshing to see her act to different individuals rather than the ones you see in-game.
"Wha-what just happened?" Theo mumbled out loud.
I placed the silver plate holding my breakfast on the nearby table and then pulled the chair next to it. "I told you she was shy," I said in a barely noticeable condescending manner.
The blonde did the same as I, pulling a chair and lumping his body in it, shoulders down, lost eyes planted on his face. "I didn't think it would end that way. You think she is mad at us?"
I sighed, She isn't mad, more like scared of everything that moves without her noticing first, and let alone interacting with it.
"No, just shy," I repeated, "Social interaction is not her forte," I said before slicing open the bread on my plate, filling it with cheese, and taking a bite out of it before it gets cold.
There are many things about Garreg Mach that I find questionable, but if there is something I love, is the food they prepare. I hope the cooks are getting a good amount for their services, they deserve them.
I can already see it, there will be days where the only enjoyable part of it is the food. That's both depressing and reassuring.
By the time I had finished preparing my not-so-good-looking cheese sandwich, Theo already began eating, leaving the thoughts of Bernadetta running away, behind him.
We didn't exchange any words during our breakfast. I had no intention of starting a conversation, I was busy eating plus I'm not the best when it comes to small talk. Perhaps back on Earth, I would've considered myself a little more social but since I got here, I feel like a part of me was lost and with it what little motivation I had for social interaction.
I'm sure Theo, like any other canon student, has a story behind him. Important or not, he is still a student here and that means his background must be somewhat important. I know for a fact that he is from a noble heritage like most students, but that's the only thing I know about him.
Perhaps striking a conversation for the sake of information wouldn't be so bad.
There is also the awkward ambiance that's starting to build up between. I mean, you don't sit next to another during breakfast and not talk to each other, even a few words would do.
Should I say something?
"Alfonse, why did you enlist in the Academy?"
And there it was, the conversation opener, and quite a heavy one at it.
The spoon he had at hand stopped going from his plate to his mouth, laying it on the table but still holding, but keeping his eyes on me, waiting for my answer.
Luckily, it's not a hard question.
"My father wanted me to," I replied, "he said it was a good way to build relationships with other noble families among other things."
He broke eye contact with me after hearing my answer, digging his spoon in his bowl, and then bringing a piece of fruit to his mouth.
"But you did it willingly, right? I mean, didn't you quarrel over his decision?" He asked after finishing chewing.
"I had no reason to, he had good points and I thought the prospects of it could be…" I had a hard time finding the word, juggling the words within my mind to find something that felt fitting yet true. "Fulfilling."
Not a lie. I believe I have a duty to fulfill here in Fodlan, that's the main reason I'm in the academy. Of course, father doesn't know about it. In his eyes I'm only complying with his wishes of attending the Officer's Academy, mainly to upkeep a certain social status and bond with the future nobility of the continent. Yet that takes a second place when compared to my objectives.
I don't know yet what role I've to fulfill in this world, but I know for a fact that it's related to the game's story. Otherwise, what would be the point?
Oh yeah, and hopefully survive it all. That would be a nice plus.
"You don't sound very happy about it?" Theodore added as he pushed the bowl in front of him further away, a clear sign he was already done, putting more attention to our little chat.
"Ah-" I wasn't expecting the remark, "I wouldn't say I'm happy but I'm not dissatisfied with the decision either. It's like one of the things one must do," I struggled to find the correct words to make my point understood, trying to keep it mildly cryptic for safety reasons. "You can call it a noble role if you want or maybe a hunch. I just know that I need to be here, for some reason. I'm sure I'm not the only one that feels that way."
I don't like using my acquired position as a noble to support arguments but this is one of the few exceptions. It might be a little lie, but it lets me escape from a question I don't like dealing with. That's how I solve things.
However, the blonde didn't look convinced with my answer, at least not at first. His raised eyebrow and tilted head made me doubt but those signs vanished quickly, followed by his focus returning to his breakfast.
"Yes, I've heard something like that before. Most noble families have expectations for their heirs, putting a lot of pressure on their shoulders. I can see you're handling it well. Good for you," he said in a somewhat sad, nonchalant voice.
"I guess so," I muttered with doubt, not quite how to follow through on his reply. "I don't feel too pressured though."
However, my anxiety over the game events was a whole different matter I did worry about.
I kept with my breakfast, waiting for him to continue the conversation but it never came.
Silence threatened to return and make the situation as awkward as before.
The sound of silverware hitting against each other, the chitchat of nearby diners, and the open and close of the huge wooden doors on both sides of the dining hall filled in, making the silence less intimidating.
But I'm going to have none of that. I refuse to make breakfast— one of the few times of the day where I can relax— an uncomfortable moment, especially with the upcoming appearance of Byleth and whatever repercussions she might bring.
"What about you? Why did you enroll in the Academy?" I asked.
Theodore turned his eyes in my direction, mouth half-opened. "I-I decided to come on my own and my family accepted," he said with a halting voice. "My older brothers never attended the Academy, but I thought it could be a good experience for me. So here I am."
Interesting. A different answer from the expected and from any of the characters I know of. A son of a noble family which had no interest in sending him here in the first place. I thought all nobles wanted to get their sons and daughters here.
There probably is more to the story, but I won't pry.
"Interesting," was the only word that came out of my mouth at first. I have the bad habit of saying it when I'm lacking the words. "I imagine your family must be happy for you since you decided to come here."
His eyes stare into the distance for a bit, or in this particular case, the other side of the dining hall. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. They remained indifferent about my decision, but in the end, they supported it, especially my mom. Although in the end my dad also accepted it as a good choice so I guess they're satisfied with it."
I perceive family problems here, the hint is hard to ignore. Should I press or dodge?
I don't like to hear unnecessary drama, not this early in the morning let alone on this very day. I choose to dodge.
"So why exactly did you decide to enroll in the Academy? Any motive in particular?" I asked, hoping to move away from the family topic, even if the question was a little too forward for my liking.
He hummed before giving me an answer. "Ever since I was little, I read many knight tales. It started with them being read for me before bed, but years later I'd begin to get slightly obsessed with them. The Knight of Seiros seemed like the perfect example of knights in my eyes. Always valiant and ready to help those in need in the name of the Goddess. I guess seeing them up close and training to become one was probably the main reason why I decided to come, among a few others."
Training to be a knight. Now, where have I heard this story before? It seems we have our version of Ashe in the Black Eagles. Go figure.
Different being that Ashe had a poor background growing up, unlike Theodore who was raised a noble. This makes me wonder a few things, but I'll place them on the back of my mind for now.
"Sounds like a good reason to me," I said, curving my lips into a faint (and mildly fake) smile.
Giving a simple but content nod, he proceeded with his breakfast, eating what little was left and so did I.
We had a few other small exchanges of words in the meantime, this timeless forced and awkward than before. He probably understood by now I'm not the best at small talk.
Slowly but steady the dining hall began filling up. Both Monastery staff and students passed through the doors alone or in groups, going straight for the food.
If I paid close attention, I could almost identify the difference between the students who attended the nightly seminar and those who didn't. The bags in their eyes, although hard to notice, were a clear sign of it. Accompanied by messy hair and sluggish movements, those were good giveaways as well. Not that I blame them, I would probably be the same if I was in their position.
By now, word of yesterday's attack was already well-spread or in process of spreading among the students, regardless of the class or position. Even the monastery staff should be aware by now. This kind of news spread fast.
With the noise of increasing conversation in the hall, I took it as a sign to leave the table and head toward the class. Because of the attack, we might get the classes delayed and I can get some very needed shuteye.
I lightly tugged a distracted Theo in the shoulder. "Should we be in our way?"
"Yeah, we should probably go. Let us take our trays back and be on our wa-"
Theodore was interrupted by the sound of a flat and thin metallic-esque object hitting the top of the table, making us both jump in our chairs out of surprise.
Shooting a quick look at the source of the sound, we encounter a familiar face.
Caspar.
Our rowdy classmate brought a very generous breakfast with him, dishes filled to the brim with mostly meat and bread, with very little of anything else to accompany it.
"Alfonse," he began, "You won't believe what happened last night."
After an unneeded and not so brief explanation of yesterday night's event, we headed towards our class. We weren't going to be as early as I expected since we tagged along with Caspar out of courtesy, which kinda delayed us by ten or so minutes.
Theodore seemed all too pleased to hear the recount of the events again if the number of questions he did is anything to go by. In my case, I simply listened and nodded. I admit it's somewhat interesting to hear about the bandit attack from a different perspective than the game's, but I considered it a minor event, one that doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things.
Caspar didn't seem to mind retelling the story either, and you could see his face transform from excitement to anger once he got to the part where the knights arrived, prohibiting the students from chasing the bandits.
This reckless attitude of his is going to get him killed if he doesn't change it.
The walk to the classrooms was swift, or at least it felt so. After a few days here, the distances don't seem all that big anymore. And I've yet to visit some part of the Monastery.
Three or four students were standing outside, passing the time with small talk, it isn't hard to guess what they're talking about.
The door to the classroom was closed, but it didn't mean we couldn't enter. Even if it was spring, the early mornings and nights can get a little chilly, so the doors are to be closed till late spring or whenever people stop complaining about the cold.
Caspar, being ahead in our little group, opening both wooden doors without a care in the world, making them hit the walls as if wanting to announce our arrival to the seven souls inside.
Stepping in, he went straight to the front of the class either to his desk or talk with someone; Theo followed him, after politely closing the doors Caspar left wide open behind him.
I went to my usual place and waited for the storm to calm down. I know it wouldn't be long for things to clear up and for us to move on with the day. Although things will probably remain somewhat hectic till tomorrow morning.
"Good morning," I said to my silent female classmate, the one sitting next to me. Out of all the seven students in the classroom, she had to be one of them. God, I just wanted to take a quick nap.
Luckily for me, she didn't seem to be in the mood for small talk. With an emotionless face, she nodded in response to my morning greeting and gave me a rather cold 'hello.' Then she kept with whatever book she was reading.
She is an odd one but there are much worse in the Academy, so no big surprise.
Crossing my arms, I laid my head between them and closed my eyes. Trying to mentally deafen the noises of nearby conversations and the steps of every student entering the room.
What to do now?
The answer should be simple, I've to wait. For what exactly, I don't know? The game doesn't explicitly tell you every detail of the game, like how long it takes Byleth and company to arrive at the Monastery, or on what date she will become a professor. My guess is today or maybe tomorrow. It can't be that long.
And then she picks a class. That's what has me stressed out.
In the end, it shouldn't matter much, every ending is considered a *good* ending in the game's eyes. Even if the fandom had their arguments about it.
Personally, I'm hoping for Byleth to pick either Blue Lions or Golden Deer. I don't want to have Byleth as a teacher, I know for sure she'll suspect something, I won't be able to keep a straight face with her as a teacher. The idea alone intimidates me.
There is also the fact that she can end up supporting Edelgard, and that means being the side that starts the war. The thought of it makes my stomach stir.
I want to survive the war, yet I don't think I can bring myself to support Edelgard if it ends up coming to that. Rebelling against the Empire with Byleth on their side means death, right? I don't want to go through that.
I want to survive.
But if Byleth chooses another house, then there is also the problem of me sticking with the eagles and fighting the rest of Fodlan in war. However, I think I can just ditch the Empire and join whatever faction Byleth is supporting, That would be ideal.
Or maybe just avoid the war altogether. I'm not an important character in all of this.
I know it isn't the bravest thing to do and could be considered cowardice even. But I'm not here to get involved in a political conflict, as far as I know, I'm a stranger on even more stranger lands,
I shouldn't worry about it now.
With my eyes closed and my head resting on my forearm, I soon began to feel my mind slipping by, making any thoughts heavier by the minute until nothing was left behind. Losing the notion of the present, I fell asleep on the spot.
Every surrounding noise came to a halt and my mind gained a peaceful state.
Or so I thought.
My endearing nap was cut short (or at least it felt that way) by the rising volume of the surrounding voices in the room.
I raised my head sluggishly, my arms felt warm and there was a barely visible string of saliva coming out from my mouth and stuck to one of the hands.
I don't know how long I managed to sleep, but at least I got some rest. What is all this commotion about?
Fixing my still somnolent eyesight to my surroundings, I try to find the cause of the ruckus. The students in this academy are normally quiet ones, coming from good families with a noble lineage that provided them with the correct upbringing on how to behave, so them being rowdy is uncommon.
Trying to find the source of it didn't take long. Most of the student group was conglomerated in the middle-front of the class, near the carpets facing the blackboard.
My curiosity spiked, what could it be?
And like ice-cold water being thrown at my face, the realization came to me. Is it Byleth? Was she supposed to pick classes the very same day she arrived at the Monastery? I thought it would be at least a day before that happened.
It's granted that my memory on the game can't be trusted after nearly two years in Fodlan, so a margin of error must be considered when it comes to dates.
With my heart rate slowly spiking and quaking whatever drowsiness I had left on me; I decided to approach.
The time felt stale thanks to my current state, I wonder what my face looks like. Luckily for me, most students were distracted by the distinct reunion currently going on, so I had that as cover as I approached.
As I got closer, I could see what all the fuss was about. Being taller than most students (for now), I managed to easily see who was in the middle of it all.
Edelgard stood ever-so elegant, calmly talking and answering questions shot by the students surrounding her. Few strands of her hair could be spotted to be out of place, and small bags under her eyes could be seen as well. A proof of the not-so-good morning (or night) she had.
She still looks better than me on most mornings.
Not too far from her stood a different figure, one that once spotted is impossible to ignore. Hubert remained still, with his known spine-chilling stare, watching over his Lady Edelgard.
There are plenty of reasons to find Hubert intimidating, most of them are already known to the normal student. My foreknowledge only makes it worse. I wouldn't say I fear him, but I'm very aware of him. I'm probably one of the few in this room that knows how far he is willing to go.
Thankfully for me, I'm just another random student and I'm praying it'll stay that way during my time in the academy.
Whatever had happened, Edelgard was involved and I still didn't know what happened. How long did I doze off?
I spotted Ferdinand nearby, talking to a pink-haired female student, perhaps he can explain what just happened to me. I don't want to talk to Edelgard myself, I don't want to be involved much with her.
"Ferdinand," I called out, hoping I'm not interrupting any meaningful conversation.
Both he and the girl turned in my direction with curiosity, "Alfonse, finally awake I see. Is there something you need from me?"
He knew I had been napping, I guess I wasn't so subtle about it after all, or he has a keen eye to spot everyone in a room.
"You saw me sleeping?" I asked, hiding my surprise.
"Why yes, yes I did." he said with a faint smug smile, "We were thinking of waking you up but decided not to in the end. I imagine you had a troubled night, I have not seen you fall asleep in class before."
"It was only a one-time thing… But I wanted to ask you, what is all the fuss about? Did I miss something?
Ferdinand switched glances with the girl he was conversing with a minute ago before replying. "You heard about the bandit attack on the group led by professor Oskar, and its outcome?" he asked, and continued as he saw me nod. " Edelgard alongside the other house leaders were saved by a group of mercenaries not too far from them. It was also said that a mercenary, in particular, saved her life. That is no small deed."
"And everyone is surrounding her because…?"
"They want to hear the retelling of the story from her point of view. It is only natural for curiosity to spark," Ferdinand confirmed and the girl next to him gave a small nod.
Makes sense that everyone in the class would want to hear how things played out from Edelgard's point of view rather than relying on rumors, and I suppose she feels a certain responsibility for worrying her classmates.
Ferdinand, seeing how I was still silent, continued "You do not look surprised, did you hear about it already, from another source? The events of last night, I mean."
Fuck.
"Yes," I almost sputtered, "I heard it from the knights on my way here, and then I came up with theories. Plus I assumed Edelgard wouldn't lose to simple bandits."
I hadn't expected Ferdinand to question that. I can't forget to have my guard up regarding this kind of topic. I mustn't forget to fake ignorance with upcoming events.
And the worst part? This isn't even one of the big ones. I need to learn how to place myself in the same position as others. That might take time.
"Of course she wouldn't, but a night attack is dangerous nonetheless. We should be grateful the mercenaries were there to help."
"So how long ago did Edelgard arrive?" I asked, trying to deviate the conversation.
"About twenty minutes ago, and everyone is still swarming her with questions." Ferdinand pointed out, giving the group surrounding Edelgard an annoyed glare. "I understand inquisitiveness and the need for answers but I think they might be overplaying it."
Okay, so nothing else happened. Byleth hasn't shown up yet then. I don't know how canon is for her to go around the facilities and talk to the house leader. I remember vividly that was one of the first missions assigned to him, but I'm still iffy on how it will be displayed in a more realistic environment. It could even happen tomorrow.
"I assume classes are canceled for the day," I added.
Ferdinand turned back with me partly closed eyes, "Only the first 3 hours of the morning. The scheduled training with the instructors remains unchanged. Albeit, I wonder how it will work out with the Academy being a professor short. I doubt professor Oskar will keep his position after his shameless display," he said, not hiding his disappointment.
"This aligns well with the other rumor," the pink-haired girl finally spoke. I need to get the names memorized or I'm going to pay later for it.
"What rumor?" I asked.
"There is a rumor that one of the mercenaries, the one that saved Edelgard to be precise, might join us as a student in the Academy."
"Or get a teaching position. There is one available y'know." said the pink-haired girl.
It seems Byleth's presence is already being talked about before even meeting him. It shouldn't surprise me, Byleth was incredibly popular as a teacher in the game.
'Interesting,' was the only thing I answered back. I didn't have to fake surprise there, it was just a rumor.
However, if she has yet to show her face around here, then it's only a matter of time before she does. Assuming that happens today.
"So you said we have 3 hours of free time?" I asked Ferdinand. "I guess I can wait here," I said, mostly to myself.
"Yes, we are free to spend our abrupt leisure time as we like. I assume some might return to their rooms for the time being. In my case, I will stay here. It wouldn't look good for an Aegir to leave the classroom, with or without a professor," said Ferdinand raising his chin, in his usual proud way.
I could also try to return to my room and get a bit of shut-eye but knowing myself, I won't wake up for more than three hours, that is if I manage to sleep in the first place.
I won't calm down to normal levels till Byleth picks a class, hopefully, that'll be done by tomorrow morning.
"I'll go back to my desk then… I'll read a book or something." I tell Ferdinand, turning back towards my seat before hearing any reply coming from him.
Come on Byleth, make it quick. I don't like the stress I'm under.
I couldn't sleep anymore, not that I tried much for it in the first place.
I pulled out a pocketbook from one of the drawers on my desk. It was a pocket-sized book, with a flexible leather cover and a dirty-yellow paint over it, yet it was brand new— more or less. It was one of the many 'gifts' Father gave me.
Alongside the many books he sent with me, this one in particular grabbed my interest. I had a brief history of all the important families from the Empire in its thousand years of existence. Some of the families mentioned in it don't exist anymore, disappeared by either conflict or poor management, but mostly conflict.
I thought it important to get more knowledge on the Empire's history, it could prove useful later and maybe even save me from unwanted situations. It doesn't hurt to be prepared.
This makes me wonder if there is a bigger edition covering the rest of the families, if not all.
Perhaps, I ought to check the library for this. They might have information on it.
I mentally and physically shiver at the mere thought of the library.
That decrepit old husk of a man— if you can call him that— hangs around there. It took quite a bit of effort on my part to enter that place the last time. I know I'm going to have to swallow my fear and enter the library a few times in the future, yet that doesn't make it any less pleasant.
I wish there was a way to get the books I want without bothering with that lizard and raise any susp-
A rise in the murmurs pulled me away from my book and upsetting inner thoughts.
What is it now?
Following the direction of the view of a nearby group of girls sitting on the other side of the class, my eyes stumbled upon the individual I had been waiting for.
A few meters outside of our classroom, talking to our class leader, there he was. Byleth.
It was impossible not to recognize him. The outfit, the untidy dark blue hair, and the aloof stare. That is Byleth alright.
For some reason I thought it was going to be a she, not a he. But the clear difference in his clothes made it clear. We got the male version of Byleth in this universe.
I stood from my seat, nearly tripping on a nearby chair while doing so, just to get a better look at him. I got close to the door, close to hugging it, with half my body peeking outside.
"What are they talking about?"
Edelgard had an unusual gleam on her face, and her words easily flowed out of her for what I could see. All while keeping eye contact with our dear near-emotionless mercenary. How quaint.
Not that it should surprise me. I already knew Edelgard was going to be interested in him, more so than the other house leaders.
Interestingly enough, Byleth seems to be speaking back. Isn't that quite the surprise?
The game painted him as a silent protagonist, and that probably is true to an extent, but he needs to have some sort of speaking capability to function properly in a realistic setting. Still, seeing him talk in person is somewhat astonishing.
"And what are they talking about anyway?"
Is Byleth asking about the Black Eagles? I remember you could do that in the game. So it would only make sense for him to do the same here.
I wonder if Edelgard is mentioning everyone or only a selected few. If that is the case then I can tell how she might be-
"Alfonse?"
I fell on my ass.
"Why are you having a watch on the outside? Are there important happenings going on?" A curious and familiar voice asked from behind.
I quickly stood up, hoping nobody noticed how our resident exchange student managed to scare the living crap out of me. Entirely situational, but still, I've an appearance to maintain.
"Petra," I said after regaining my composure. "Well yes, I was watching the guy talking to Edelgard." I pointed to Byleth, while still trying to remain somewhat hidden from his and Edelgard's sight.
Petra, with her healthy curiosity for the unknown, peeked the same way I did. Positioning herself next to me and poking only her head, keeping her body hidden by the big classroom door.
"Who is the person speaking to Lady Edelgard?"
Apparently, Petra is not up to date with the latest gossip. It can't hurt to enlighten her.
"A mercenary, the one that saved Edelgard from last night's bandit attack. You heard about it, right?"
"I think I have listened about it from others," she answered, "but why are you having to watch from afar, are you hiding from them?"
Now, I wasn't expecting anyone to question my actions but perhaps I deserve it for not being subtle about it.
I don't know how to answer that, and there is something about Petra that makes her hard to lie to.
"Not really, I'm just curious and have no business interrupting their conversation. Whatever that is. So, I'm watching from a safe distance."
Petra hummed, keeping a stare on the two of them, just like I was.
I certainly didn't mind the company but I'm unsure what she is trying to get out of this. But with her around, my observation somehow started becoming awkward.
Does she plan on staying here with me?
Edelgard and Byleth's conversation seemed to be going smoothly. Byleth barely showing any emotion— none I could pick up from my location at least— and Edelgard talking to her heart's content.
Nothing put of the ordinary, will Byleth come to the classroom as well I wonder. You could do that in the game.
Hopefully, he doesn't, I don't think I'm ready to have him approach me. What would I even say? 'Hello, nice to meet you'? Screw that. I'd pull a Bernadetta and avoid him, better than talking to him. At least for now.
I know there is little reason to feel threatened, but knowing what Byleth is, somehow intimidates me. Making it hard to talk to him.
"He is leaving," Petra said.
Just like she said, their conversation came to an end and Byleth took his leave. Probably returning to Rhea or talking to another house leader. Whatever it might be, I lost sight of him soon after.
"Huh, it looks that way," I said, taking a normal standing position, not grabbing the door anymore, or leaning against it. "That was.. interesting."
Petra, standing upright as well, took a few steps outside. Following Byleth with her eyes, not very subtle but we're already far beyond that point. Edelgard probably spotted her (and maybe me as well) by now.
That brings up a different topic, why is Petra with me in the first place, was she looking for me for a particular reason?
"Petra, did you need something from me?." I bluntly ask.
Her focus returned to me, her eyes lighting up. "Yes," she pronounced "We are having sword practice to do later and I wanted to know if you are wishing to join me?"
"I guess I could, but the class starts in almost half an hour. Why the hurry?"
Many things slipped my mind today, and it just happens that our current schedule is part of it too.
I don't mind being Petra's punching bag, I had done it one or two times in the past before. Ever since I first sparred with her that one day. However, I try to avoid getting close to her, I don't want to influence her in any shape or form, or the other way around.
"I am needing more practice, and I have been thinking in going now. I do not like having time wasted. Oh! And you are a great practice partner." She said with confidence and her usual smile.
Righ, right. I guess she didn't like the three hours without classes. Spending time idly by isn't her thing after all.
I looked back where Edelgard was standing a second ago, she isn't there anymore, and Byleth is gone which means I don't have anything important to do. Just another normal-ish day to go through. I can indulge Petra with her training if that's what she wants, it'll end up helping me as well.
"I don't mind," I responded. "Just let me get a few things from my desk and we can be on our way."
"I have great gratitude, your help is always much welcomed," she enthusiastically said.
I went to my desk, dodging a few folks along the way, everyone was happily taking advantage of the leisure time. I ordered my stuff, putting some things away, like the book I was reading not long ago, before returning to Petra.
Who knows, perhaps getting my ass kicked will take the stress out of me.
And regarding Byleth, hopefully, he'll have the class picked by tomorrow. I hope.
23th of the Great Tree Moon
The usual class chit-chat was taking while waiting for our professor to arrive. Today it was going to be revealed to us who would be our main professor for the rest of the year. That was the main topic of conversation as well.
The addition of Byleth to the equation only made it worse. The prediction on who'll be this year's professor only becomes much more heated.
Me, having relied on foreknowledge for safe decision-making, was anxious. At the very sleep, I was handling it better after a good night's sleep, unlike yesterday. Nonetheless, it would be a lie if I said I'm not anxious about the whole thing.
Suddenly the doors were open, causing everyone that wasn't already looking to turn back, myself included.
A female figure walked, no, sauntered into the classroom with a noticeable sway of her hips with each step, more so than the usual.
"Good day everyone," she greeted us. "It looks like we'll be spending the rest of the year. Let's be sure to get along and behave, okay?" She said with a wink.
The class was almost silent, and the answer to who our professor will be was answered.
There stood Manuela, with her outfit leaving little to the imagination, and her eyes scanning each and everyone one of us.
Concentrating on this class is going to be difficult.
You guys thought this fic was dead? Syke!
Truth is, I've been very lazy, that's the truth. However, there is also irl stuff I had to deal with, university, job hunting, family. You guys know how it goes, and if you don't, I envy you.
Regarding the chapter, well there isn't much going on aside from Byleth showing up, and as you can see he won't be teaching our poor SI. Maybe that's a good thing, or is it a bad thing? I don't know myself. I guess we shall find out together.
Also, you might have noticed I've been mentioning other students aside from the ones we know from the game. My mission is to make the world feel bigger, and for that, I had to give the nameless NPCs names and personalities. Don't worry, I know you're here for the characters you love and hate, so the OCs won't get the focus unless I really have a plan for them. So if you see an OC appear more than once, then keep an eye on him/her, otherwise, feel free to ignore them. I'm being very careful with this, but if you have feedback on it and wish to share it. I'm all ears.
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