Hello! I'm late again, but this is for Day 4 of Cyril week! I have one more fic in the works, and hopefully that will come out soon. For now, please enjoy what I think would be a day in the life for Cyril during the war phase of Three Houses.

Cyril jogged through the halls of the Church offices, passing by an annoyed Seteth. He knew she shouldn't technically be running, but he was already late, so he ignored Seteth's stammering shouts. Taking more care of the contents in his bag than where he was going, Cyril ran into the War Council room. "Professor!" he greeted.

Professor Byleth looked up from the war map in front of her. Upon seeing Cyril, a corner of her mouth ticked upwards. "Good morning, Cyril."

Cyril smiled and placed down his bag, taking a seat next to the professor. Ever since she had awoken to the power of Sothis, the professor had become much more open and expressive, and it's something everyone who knew her had noticed. "So, Professor, you wanted to talk to me about the upcoming battle?"

"Yes," she said, her finger already drawing battle lines on the map of their next target. "There's a specific mission I have for you."

Cyril and the professor spent a while going over the map, reading possible enemy lines, and theorizing the location of any hidden demonic beasts. They went over multiple scenarios, but all of them depended on one single thing.

Cyril put his finger down on the right-hand side of the map, over a rocky terrain that blocked a path leading straight for their army's entry point onto the battlefield. "I'm in charge of guarding all this?"

The professor nodded. "You'll be alone, but I'm certain you'll be able to handle them. Your wyvern is ideal for dealing with the terrain, and your skill with a bow is accurate enough to push back any soldiers who try to go through the path."

"You sure?" Curil asked. Sure, Shamir had said he was a good harrier, but he never expected to be good enough that the professor would trust himself with this. He even expected the professor to correct herself and assign Shamor to the area! But she had said that Cyril was in charge, so that was the mission he'd complete. "Wow. Thanks, Professor! I swear, I won't let you down!"

The professor nodded and looked at a clock on the far wall. "Am I wrong, or do you have a meeting with Claude right now?"

"Huh?" Cyril looked up at the clock and flinched at the sight of the time. "You're right! Thanks for reminding me!"

Cyril reached for his bag, but his hand hovered over the straps. He wouldn't have time now!

"Hey, Professor, you mind doing me a favor?" Cyril pulled out a smaller pack within his bag and flung it over his shoulders. "I'm busy with training with Claude and Lysithea today, and I don't have the time to give these out to the rest of the Golden Deer. Would you mind hanging onto them until I'm done for the day?"

The professor stood up and peered into the large bag. She reached in and pulled out one of the small boxes marked with Cyril's messy handwriting. This one, which still smelled of fresh meat, had been marked 'Leonie'. "What are these?" The professor asked.

"Just a few things I asked from the kitchen." Cyril rubbed the back of his neck.

"They'll spoil if you don't give them now." The professor's mouth curled, and just as Cyril opened his mouth to say that he would just sprint to deliver it all, Professor Byleth interrupted him. "Go with Claude. I'll hand these out."

Cyril grinned. "Thanks a bunch! See ya later! Oh, and the meat skewers are yours, Professor!"

Cyril ran out of the war room, but before he did so, he was pretty certain he heard the professor say, "Oooh!"

Cyril grinned even wider.

"Hey, Claude," Cyril said as he rounded the corner to the wyvern stables.

Claude looked away from his wyvern, a gorgeous girl with scales the color of the white clouds above them. "Ah, Cyril. Good of you to join me."

"What are you talking about?" Cyril asked. "You're the one who invited me."

"Ah, right. How could I forget?" Claude returned to checking over his wyvern, readjusting the saddle straps over her so that they wouldn't press too tightly into her sides. "Either way, you ready for training?"

"Am I ever," Cyril said as he walked over to his own wyvern. Eliza was a relatively young wyvern, only six years old, but she'd been with him since before the war began. He qualified as a wyvern rider a few weeks before the Battle of Garreg Mach, and he'd been allowed to adopt the wyvern he'd been helping raise in the stables. Her scales were dark brown, and her eyes were a light red, fairly similar to Cyril's own. Cyril adjusted the saddle over her and scratched the spot between her ears—her favorite place for scratches. "It's been a while since I've been able to take Eliza out for something that's not a mission."

"Don't I know it." Claude scratched his own wyvern under her chin. "Come here, Ivory. Yeah, that's a good girl."

Pulling their respective bows over their shoulders, they both mounted their wyvern and exited the stables. After a quick nod to the guard, the two of them let out a flight command, and both Eliza and Ivory took off into the skies.

There were few activities Cyril enjoyed as much as flying, and even fewer compared to flying on Eliza. Eliza was a fast girl, nearly as fast as Ivory, and she loved to show off. As they followed Claude and Ivory, Eliza dipped and weaved between the clouds around them. The wind flew into Cyril's hair, whistled around him, and lifted him high up above anything that was on the ground. She twirled and spun as they flew through the sky, and Cyril hung on with a practiced joy. The reason Eliza had taken to him was because Cyril could actually survive her crazy maneuvers, and not only that, he enjoyed every minute of it.

Soon enough, the two of them reached the outskirts of the forest surrounding Garreg Mach. Claude pulled Ivory to a stop atop an outcropping of trees, and Cyril flew down to settle next to them.

"So what's the training?" Cyril asked. Eliza whined at having stopped, so Cyril reached over to scratch her between the ears again.

Claude pulled his bow out, using it to point at something in the distance. "See those targets?" Further down the forest were targets from the monastery, most of them pinned to the tops of various trees. "First one to get a bullseye in all of them wins!"

With no further warning, Claude pulled Ivory up into the air and straight towards the targets.

"Hey! No fair!" Cyril yelled. And with a shout of his own, he pulled Eliza up and after them.

With a cheater's head start, Claude predictably won the first round. It was easy to convince him to go again, and they spent the rest of the afternoon flying over and under each other, shooting arrows that got more and more precise with each volley. They eventually took a break for dinner, but instead of going to the dining hall, Cyril pulled out the sautéed jerky he'd prepared as a gift for Claude.

"No way! This is my favorite!" Claude picked up a piece of jerky but hesitated before biting into it. "What's the catch?"

"No catch," Cyril said. "Just wanted to do it."

Claude still looked a little skeptical, but after a moment, he just shrugged and bit into the meat.

They ended the day with Claude winning three out of five matches. But that meant that Cyril still won two, and with that, the two of them couldn't be happier.

And last but not least, after giving Eliza more pets and taking the bath he desperately needed after the training session, Cyril knocked on Lysithea's door. "Good evening, Cyril," she greeted the moment she opened the door. She didn't even need to ask who it was. "Did you review our last lesson?"

"Hello, Lysithea. And yes, yes I did." Cyril walked into Lysithea's room and sat down at the small table she had prepared for the two of them.

"Good." Lysithea took her seat opposite Cyril and pulled out her materials, settling them all down neatly in front of her. There was also a pot of tea at the edge of the table, but Cyril knew that they'd have to get at least halfway through the lesson before Lysithea would allow a tea break. "Now that you're able to write long sentences and paragraphs, we can focus on reviewing your spelling and grammar tenses."

"Sounds great," Cyril said with a smile. "But first I have a surprise."

Lysithea paused mind movement and raised her eyebrows. "A surprise?"

Still grinning, Cyril reached down into his bag and pulled everything out. There were the standard supplies he always brought to the lesson: his notebooks, quill, traveling ink set, and even the dictionary Lysithea had gotten for him. But this time he had an extra little package sitting at the bottom of his bag. Cyril pulled out the brown box and presented it.

Lysithea took the box with both hands. Her fingers traced her name, which Cyril had taken extra care to write neatly. Lysithea undid the twine, and when she opened the box, she gasped.

"How did you get this?" She asked and she held up one of the three sweet buns. "They said we were out of Noa fruit!"

Cyril shrugged. "Eh, I know some merchants who give me deals from time to time. You and the rest of the Golden Deer have been helping me out so much, I figured I may as well do something as a thank you."

"Cyril, this is fantastic!" Lysithea brought the bun to her nose and breathed in its sugary scent. Cyril half expected her to devour the trio of buns right there, but she pulled herself at the last minute and set the bun down. "But as much as I would love to devour this sweet tasty treat, we have a lesson to get to." She pulled her face into her serious teacher expression, and it took Cyril every bit of restraint he had to not laugh.

"Of course," he said, and the two of them began their lesson.