Chapter 30: A Heavy Return
Upon his return to the Monastery, Byleth expected to be questioned. Considering that almost half of his original class had taken a leave of absence, it would be more suspicious if his return were routine. Thus, he found himself walking to the Audience Chamber once more, with Rhea awaiting his arrival. He had expected to see Seteth as well, though the man was missing.
"Perhaps the henchman has actual work to take care of," Sothis giggled, imagining Seteth running up and down the Monastery fussing over something or the other. "Or maybe he has grown so sick of our successes that he wishes to avoid them from now on."
Byleth thought at least five other reasons could better explain Seteth's absence as he stopped in front of the Archbishop with a slight bow. "Lady Rhea," he greeted.
"Professor, you have returned," Rhea said. "The Goddess is indeed generous with her protection."
"Please, the only protection we needed was from Gilbert's addiction to coddling children," Sothis said.
"I have already received a message from Gilbert regarding what happened in the Tower," Rhea continued. Her smile dropped, revealing a much more serious look that Byleth and Sothis only now realized they had oddly grown accustomed to. "See to it that you keep what transpired in that tower a secret. We cannot afford to have people losing faith in the nobility during a time of unrest."
"Structural damages to the tower were the result of an attempted suicide attack performed by Miklan and an early ambush by his men," Byleth said with a nod.
"Half truth, half lie... I must say, Jeralt really knows his stuff to make that up," Sothis said. "Perhaps he took more from Seiros than he likes to admit."
Rhea once again smiled. "But of course. Any rumors about a monster are simply exaggerations about the Lance of Ruin's power," she said. "Indeed, the fate of the bandits' leader was nothing short of divine punishment from the Goddess. Punishment for someone arrogant and foolish enough to use a Hero's Relic even though they were unworthy and unqualified."
Pausing for a moment, as if allowing her statement to establish finality on the subject and sink in, Rhea then resumed speaking. "Normally, I would request you present the Lance of Ruin so that the Church could formally return it to House Gauiter," she continued. "However, Gilbert also wrote in his missive that the young heir to House Gautier is returning the Relic to his household personally, with the Church's supervision and your approval. Such methods are not typically employed, but permissible given the circumstances."
"I knew you would understand the personal nature of the mission and its importance to Sylvain," Byleth said. "Thanks for that."
Rhea nodded. "Of course. The loss of a family member in such a manner, even if they are estranged, necessitates both mental and spiritual recuperation. I pray this journey he has undertaken brings him some level of closure," she said. "If I am not mistaken, he and the rest of your flock shall return shortly. At that time, Sylvain Jose Gautier shall formally officiate the burial of his late brother, Miklan, witnessed by the Church of Seiros and the heirs of the noble houses Blaiddyd, Fraldarius, and Galatea. As such, I ask that we reconvene later in the afternoon, when your House leader will also be available, to discuss your class's mission for the next moon. Until then, Professor, you are dismissed."
Byleth nodded. "Until then," he said.
"The formality you two uphold when not in private is quite a spectacle, given how much she dotes on you," Sothis teased as Byleth took his leave. Byleth thought it was simply honoring their agreed upon professional separation, seeing their conversations in private typically began with a request for openness. "You should not treat all things like a binding contract, you know. I believe she would be quite pleased if you were to act as familial as you do when together, especially if there are no witnesses."
Before Byleth could consider the idea fully, he found himself in a surprisingly similar situation as he descended the stairs and made his way to the Main Hall. Almost as if on cue, he found Edelgard once again clearly waiting for him at the first table, though unlike the start of his Professorship she was accompanied by Hubert this time. From the boy's sharp gaze, Byleth could tell the upcoming conversation was likely important. "Those two surely love to be approached, don't they?" Sothis noted as Byleth walked towards them.
As he expected, Edelgard spoke first. "I assume the Archbishop was pleased with your performance," she greeted. "Did you return the Lance of Ruin?"
"Sylvain is having it returned to his home along with his brother's corpse," Byleth said. "Fallen Gautier are given special burials that include their weapons and armor. I heard the Lance of Ruin is repaired and enshrined for a full moon when its wielder falls, except in dire circumstances," he added, recalling a short conversation he had with Mercedes regarding the funeral process for Kingdom nobles.
"Is that so? I'm glad," Edelgard said. "Sylvain must be overjoyed as well... well, as much as he can reasonably be at a time like this."
"Are you concerned about him?" Byleth asked.
"Somewhat... although, I suppose my concern truly lies with the state of Fodlan more so than any individual," Edelgard said.
"The state of Fodlan? This one really is trying to take her throne as quickly as possible, isn't she?" Sothis said.
"I heard about the details of your mission," Edelgard said. Byleth hummed, glancing over to Hubert.
"Taking advantage of the Church's wider recruitment opportunities for battalion members?" Byleth asked.
"Come now, Professor. You should know asking House Vestra to refrain from finding new sources is no better than asking buildings not to cast shadows," Hubert said. "I could ask how you knew what that source was, but given the details of your mission, the unique circumstances left few options available."
Byleth nodded, turning his attention back to Edelgard. "Then you know all that transpired in the tower," he said.
"I do, Professor," Edelgard said. "I also learned much of the background regarding that mission... the target, Miklan, was discarded by his family because he was born without a Crest. Eventually, he became a masterful thief and gathered enough ruffians to capture a fortress. Right or wrong, he was a gifted leader."
"I agree," Byleth said. "He led his men exceedingly well and used cunning strategies."
"He could have been a great asset to Fodlan," Edelgard said. She sighed and shook her head. "What a waste. It's true that a Crest can increase your magical abilities or allow you to wield the full might of a Hero's Relic, but one cannot measure a leader's worth based solely on whether or not they bear a Crest. There are plenty of talented people in this world without one."
Byleth nodded. "We have a perfect example with us," he said. Hubert chuckled at that.
Edelgard hummed in agreement, pausing for a moment. Byleth and Sothis almost thought the girl seemed apprehensive, but that seemed to disappear the moment she resumed talking. "People believe Crests are blessings from the Goddess, that they're necessary to maintain order in Fodlan. But I find that belief misguided. I think Crests help perpetuate the brutal, irrational world we live in. Their power is granted only to a select few, whom society elevates and allows to rule the world," Edelgard said. She turned to give Byleth her full attention before continuing. "Have you ever wondered what the world would be like if society were to dispense with Crests altogether? To disregard circumstances beyond one's own control and instead judge people based on their merit and ability?"
Byleth paused for a moment, considering what Edelgard said. "That certainly sounds like an improvement... on the surface," Sothis said, also considering Edelgard's proposal. Byleth agreed, knowing full well that Crests were only one cause for disputes. He had worked most of his life as a mercenary and gone blissfully unaware of the societal value Crests held other than the fact that the people who paid for him and his father's services often mentioned them. "Indeed. While noble, the plan is markedly unrealistic. In fact... ah, you also recall what we learned from Ferdinand and Lorenz. Perhaps it may be a little vindictive to bring it up, but it is the most relatable subject for her."
"I doubt much would change," Byleth said.
"Truly?" Edelgard asked, clearly not expecting his answer.
"I agree that valuing Crests causes disputes and suffering," Byleth said. "But so can differences in wealth, power, territory, possessions, and every other thing considered valuable. Even if Crests did not exist, people would still find reasons to create conflict. As I recall, the Insurrection of the Seven had little to do with Crests and more to do with a disagreement on Imperial governance."
Edelgard and Hubert both froze at that, clearly not expecting Byleth to answer in such a way. For a moment, Byleth and Sothis almost thought they saw Edelgard tremble, though the Adrestian heiress quickly recomposed herself.
"I must admit, I did not expect such a rebuttal," Edelgard said. "You continue to surprise me. I am curious, however, as to whether or not you find some benefit to the existence of Crests?"
"Outside of their uses for combat, none," Byleth said. He hummed, having a small epiphany. "I see part of your reason. Valuing things that do little other than help in warfare does seem brutal and irrational."
"You can understand my views on the matter with an entirely different perspective," Edelgard said. "One that has proven rather enlightening... as a man who has spent their life fighting for survival, your vision is unclouded by preconceived notions dictated by societal norms. In truth, I tend to seek out unique perspectives such as yours."
"For the sake of your ambitions?" Byleth asked. Edelgard shook her head.
"For justification," she said. "I have long known what I intend to accomplish does not align with Fodlan's traditions. In fact, some of my goals directly contradict them. Naturally, such a stark contrast breeds doubt in one who will eventually be responsible for much of Fodlan... but when I hear that my reasons are not some fantasies I alone have dreamt, that the issues I challenge are not merely things I alone disagree with or find unsatisfactory... I know then that my ambitions serve more than myself."
"Hmph. This one is so concerned with what her future rule will be like and what she will accomplish," Sothis said. "It is no wonder even the slightest misstep in the present leaves her unsteady... perhaps a bit of reassurance is in order?"
Agreeing with Sothis sentiment, Byleth spoke. "You will make a great leader in the future, Edelgard," he said.
Edelgard was clearly taken aback by the sentiment, while Hubert's calm and confident mask faltered into a veil of barely contained glee, stopped only by him pretending to cough into his elbow. Sothis was certain if the boy hadn't likely been trained to conceal his emotions, he might have started doing backflips on the spot to celebrate.
"Professor... you truly think so?" Edelgard asked. Byleth nodded.
"You know what you want. You have power behind you. You understand the inevitability of conflicting ideals," Byleth said. He paused, unsure of how to best communicate the gut feeling he had about her potential.
"Truly, she is a stand-out amongst her contemporaries," Sothis agreed. "I suppose the best way to describe her potential would be..."
"... One day, so long as you do not let your ambitions lead you astray with promises of perfection, you may enact your will upon the world," Byleth and Sothis said. "Great rulers don't need to be selfless. But selfishness is a shortcut to ruin. So long as your vision is shared with others, you can succeed."
Taking in what Byleth said for a moment, Edelgard hummed in contemplation. After a few moments, she smiled. "How strange. I find myself wondering what my time here would be like if you led the Black Eagles... or if I could simply join your class," Edelgard said. "But as it stands, fate will not have it."
"I may not lead the Black Eagles, but I am a Professor to all students," Byleth said. Edelgard chuckled at that.
"Of course. After all, we could not have such discussions otherwise," she said. She paused, seemingly thinking of what to say, before Hubert cleared his throat. From what Byleth could tell, he had managed to return to his usual calm demeanor, though his smile seemed a bit more natural.
"Pardon my interruption, but I believe our class is due for this Moon's mission briefing," Hubert said.
"I see... Professor, I hope we can pick this up some other time," Edelgard said.
"When we find the time," Byleth said with a nod.
At that, he took his leave, bidding Hubert farewell with a simple nod. Leaving those two behind, he went about making his way to the market to sell some of the spoils he had received from the mission before returning to the Dormitory for a proper bath. Once clean and now clad in his incorrectly issued but fully closed Officers' Academy student uniform (with lightly padded leather armor hidden underneath, dueling gloves, dark heavy-set boots, and both the Sword of the Creator and a plain iron sword securely strapped around his waist along with the usual knife opposite to them), he decided to make his way to the library.
"We may have agreed to keep the Black Beast a secret, but that does not mean we have chosen blissful ignorance," Sothis declared as they entered the library. "Although... I wonder, where would they even write about a Black Beast? Is that even their accepted name? Because if not, I'm curious as to whatever their real name is."
Realizing that may be a problem, Byleth decided their best approach was to begin with things similar to a Black Beast and hope that led them somewhere. With that in mind, he began looking for books that had to do with Demonic Beasts. As it happened, there was an entire section in the sciences filled with books about living things, including multiple on Demonic Beasts. Grabbing a few he thought sounded complete, he found an empty desk and began reading.
Just as Byleth had begun finding anything other than the usual monstrous biology and how-to-combat guides about Demonic Beasts, he and Sothis both noticed Claude making his way over to join them. "I suppose he made no effort to hide himself, thinking it innocent enough to approach a Professor in the library," Sothis noted, realizing this was one of the rare occasions where he approached them without concealing his presence.
"How was your mission, Claude?" Byleth asked as the boy stopped near his desk, though he didn't bother looking up from his book.
"Ah, nothing too crazy," Claude said. "Some bandits thought they could pull a fast one by hopping through the mountains between Daphnel and Galatea territory so no armed forces could pursue them, so our class went with the knights and hunted them down. Funny thing, they were also camped out in an abandoned fortress. Gotta say, the Church has some serious freedom of movement with this whole peacekeeper routine they maintain."
Byleth hummed in agreement. "Being a Knight of Seiros isn't all that different from being a mercenary, but I hear it has some interesting perks," he said.
"You're probably not wrong there. A lot of people did say it was kind of strange you ended up as a Professor and not a Knight, even more so now that you have a Hero's Relic," Claude said. "Speaking of Relics, my mission unfortunately lacked any at all."
"Good. You likely would not have returned unscathed otherwise," Byleth said.
"Yeah, the Golden Deer don't have a Relic at their disposal right now so we probably would have bailed against an opponent like that," Claude said. He paused, taking a moment to sit down across from Byleth as he continued reading. "Say, I don't know too many of the details, but can I ask you about your mission?"
"You may," Byleth said, already preparing to omit anything regarding the Black Beast and hastily throwing together a reason for the book he had amassed.
"Thanks," Claude said. "So, first things first... the guy who stole the Hero's Relic, Miklan. I know he was Sylvain's brother who didn't have a Crest... Do you think Miklan really believed he could wield a Relic?"
"I doubt it," Byleth said. Claude chuckled at that.
"Agreed. He probably just wanted to get his hands on it, even though he knew it was futile," Claude said.
"Futile is a strange word for you to use," Byleth said. Claude raised his eyebrow at that.
"Maybe a bit harsh, sure, but why is it strange for me to say that?" Claude asked.
"Consider this," Byleth said. "There are ten commonly known Heroes' Relics in Fodlan. It is considered common knowledge that they possess incredible power when wielded by someone with the correct Crest. If Miklan were to acquire all the Heroes' Relics, then that power would no longer exist on Fodlan unless he wanted it to."
"My, you really have considered Edelgard's words," Sothis said, surprised that Byleth would bring this up.
"... Well, sure, if Miklan's plan was to take over the continent, then being able to stop people from wielding incredible power against him is an essential tactic," Claude said. "Do you really think the guy had a grand dream like that?"
"I don't know," Byleth said. "However, his most immediate threat was House Gautier. Stealing their Relic and preventing them from using it against him was far from futile. It necessitated the assistance of the Church and another Heroes' Relic to stop him."
"Of course. A high profile move like that nets a high profile response," Claude said. "If we're being honest, his big mistake was settling down. If he had kept moving and gone after Relics, he probably could have gotten a handful before a coordinated hunt started up... he didn't really have any other fate open to him once he stole the Lance of Ruin."
"An inevitable end indeed," Tomas said, the man practically materializing from between the nearest bookshelves to Byleth's table. "Stories of misfortune have followed the Hero's Relics since ancient times."
"Tomas! You've caught us by surprise," Claude said.
"He caught you by surprise," Byleth corrected, already used to the man showing up in the library like a trap sprung on every visitor a short period after they entered.
"Oh come now, Teach! Could you have told me he was going to show up?" Claude asked.
"Yes. This is the library, and he is the librarian," Byleth said. Claude paused at that while Tomas simply let out a hearty laugh.
"... A fair point," Claude admitted.
Settling down from his laugh, Tomas spoke. "I'm sorry to intrude, but I heard you speaking about Heroes' Relics," he said. "I can tell you more about them, if you'd like."
"He always has something helpful to say. Let's hear him out," Sothis suggested.
"Please do," Byleth said. Tomas nodded.
"Well then... as I'm sure you all know, the oldest legends of Fodlan are deeply intertwined with the Heroes' Relics," Tomas began. "However, not all know the original context of those legends. For instance, one of the earliest mentions Nemesis, the King of Liberation, getting drunk on his power as king and eventually needing to be stopped by the Goddess."
"Yeah, the guy ruled all of Fodlan and tried to overthrow her or something, right?" Claude asked.
"That is the basic premise," Tomas said. "However, notably absent from that story are the parts suggesting the Sword of the Creator itself corrupted Nemesis, its power intoxicating enough to make him believe he had ascended to Godhood himself. Additionally, there are other stories that remain relatively obscure regarding the darker history of Heroes' Relics... for instance, the Ten Elites are all revered as ancient heroes, but relatively little is known of the villains they battled. Some believe that the Ten Elites were simply the wielders of Heroes' Relics who sided with the Goddess, and there were originally more. They are now believed to be lost to history, either having their bloodlines ended and their Relics destroyed... or perhaps, even warped into something inhuman entirely."
Byleth paused at that, looking up from his book to examine Tomas. The old librarian appeared as nonchalant and carefree as ever, though his words implied he knew far more than what was to be expected about this topic.
Claude seemed to catch on as well, questioning him in a hushed voice. "How do you know all of that?" he asked.
"There used to be a great many records regarding the dark history of Relics," Tomas said.
"Used to be?" Claude asked.
"Indeed," Tomas said. "Much of it has been sealed, lost, or destroyed over the years. All across Fodlan, such items are considered a commodity. Why, even this very library seems to have once housed such texts, listed in some of the oldest archiving works but seemingly vanishing with the passage of time."
"Hmm... you make it sound like history is being covered up," Claude said. Tomas chuckled at that.
"I'm afraid such conjecture was not my intention. Many records have been lost over the years. Those detailing the histories of Heroes' Relics are simply among the more common to go missing," Tomas said.
"Then why tell us about all those discrepancies in the Church's narrative first?" Claude asked.
"It seemed like you were searching for answers," Tomas said. "What is a librarian if not a guide in the search for knowledge? I realized you may have trouble finding such texts here, so I thought it appropriate to give you an explanation as to why that is such an obscure subject."
Tomas paused, taking a moment to look directly at Claude. Byleth and Sothis both felt a subtle shift in the air despite the old man's pleasant demeanor remaining seemingly unchanged and weren't the least bit surprised when he suddenly spoke in a quieter, much more serious voice.
"Young Claude, I realize you have been searching for quite a few answers concerning... fairly delicate subject matters. Not only have you been searching, but you have also been doing so throughout the night. I would suggest you stop before the knights notice," Tomas warned.
"I'm far from the only person spending their night at the library," Claude said. "Even Teach here swings by late at night for some material, doesn't he?"
"Perhaps. But it would not do to tempt fate needlessly," Tomas said. "As for the Professor here, nobody would raise an eye at a new teacher studying topics he may be unfamiliar with. Why, his current text, The Ebb and Flow of Magic in Unnatural Creatures, will likely help him answer any questions his class has regarding combat against giant animals and demonic beasts that stray from military stratagem. Is that not so?"
"Indeed," Byleth said, noting that Tomas had managed to see the title of his book without ever directly looking at him. "I can tell students how to attack a monster and how to defend against one, but I cannot explain why those tactics are necessary or the nature of such enemies."
"Any reason you think that topic will pop up?" Claude asked.
"Careful. This is a test," Sothis said. Byleth agreed and decided to test the plausible explanation he had come up with.
"Large unpopulated areas invite large predators," Byleth said. "Our previous mission involved marching on a once abandoned fortress with only a few small villages nearby. It was possible our convoy could be attacked by such creatures. I did not know if the students were prepared for such a battle. While there was no such attack, I realize it would only benefit them to learn how to handle such creatures before their first encounter with one."
"Ah, yes. Conand Tower has remained isolated in a relatively uncivilized location," Tomas said. "In fact, I had once heard monstrous creatures from Sreng occasionally visited the area. I am relieved your class did not encounter them."
"I guess your class was pretty lucky, then," Claude said, though his eyes were already scanning the rest of Byleth's pile of books in a clear attempt to find the real answer.
"Might I ask if there was anything in particular you wanted to know about such creatures, Professor?" Tomas asked, turning his attention to Byleth.
"Well, this is a predicament. Tomas seems like he would be quite a useful source of information, but we have Claude's inquiries to keep in check," Sothis said. "Our question will require some delicate balance if it is to prove fruitful without arousing suspicion... perhaps... ah, yes, that could work! But how to phrase it?"
"Actually, yes," Byleth said, buying some time as Sothis worded their response. "I read something strange regarding Demonic Beasts."
"What might that be?" Tomas asked.
"Demonic Beasts are said to have strange stones embedded in their body," Byleth and Sothis began. "Some of them bear Crest-like markings. Do you know anything about that?"
"Oh? I am surprised that topic intrigues you," Tomas said. He chuckled. "Perhaps you are more of a theologian than you realize."
"What's a theologian?" Byleth asked.
"Ah, my apologies. That is a strange word to use so suddenly," Tomas said. "A theologian is someone who studies religion, the divine, systems of belief, and all things associated with such topics. To put it a bit more clearly... well, someone who follows the teachings of the Church of Seiros will simply know the Goddess' teachings, while a theologian would consider why the Goddess' teachings are what they are, or how the teachings affect the Church's followers, or even examine the historical context which may have led to the teachings' creation."
"... Are Demonic Beasts thought to have come from the Goddess?" Byleth and Sothis asked.
"According to one theory, yes," Tomas said. "As there is no clear origin for the existence of Demonic Beasts, one possible origin for their existence is the Divine Beast theory."
"Well, now I am officially intrigued," Claude said, scooting his chair closer to Tomas. "Is this something that isn't typically left on the shelves?"
Tomas shook his head. "This theory can be found, although it is quite obscure," he said.
"So, what is the Divine Beast theory?" Byleth and Sothis asked.
"Simply put, it is a re-examination of the Goddess' origins," Tomas said. "The usual account of Fodlan's creation tells the familiar tale of the Goddess descending from the heavens onto the land and turning it into what it is today, until dark gods attempted to take the land and were ultimately thwarted by those the Goddess had given power. It is a fairly simple tale, and thus it makes sense few would ever stop to wonder something as strange as 'How did the Goddess descend? What exactly were the dark gods? What does it mean to grant humans the power of Crests?' The Divine Beast theory was born from questions such as those."
"Hmm... well, I suppose it makes some sense to question the supernatural," Sothis noted.
"While it is quite lengthy and certainly not something that can be properly described in a short conversation, the Divine Beast Theory is essentially the idea that the Goddess was something akin to a Demonic Beast, but much more powerful and intelligent. This would frame the Goddess' descent as being quite literal if She were to resemble something like the Immaculate One when in Her true form, and possibly paint the 'dark gods' as invading Divine Beasts who went against the Goddess," Tomas explained.
"Then that would make Demonic Beasts descendants of these 'dark gods'?" Byleth asked.
"Potentially. The other purported explanation is that the Goddess' power may simply have been too much for some and they were entirely transformed after receiving her gift," Tomas said. "There is also the possibility that Crest-filled blood can seep into the soil and enter the environment, eventually leading to wild beasts amassing enough that they receive enough power to transform."
"Considering that Demonic Beasts, or at least, their equivalents, exist outside of Fodlan... I think that last one is a little too neat to be true," Claude said. "That said, if it weren't specifically Crest-filled blood and instead just the blood of whatever these original Divine Beasts were..."
"Exactly, young Riegan," Tomas said.
"So the people of Fodlan worship an ancient beast," Byleth said. Tomas nodded.
"That is the logical conclusion, but I believe you could imagine that many... disagree with such a notion," Tomas said. He glanced at the clock on the wall for a moment before chuckling. "Unfortunately, I believe I have spent quite a bit more time chatting that is permissible today. I hope I have been of service."
"Always are," Byleth said with a nod. He shut the book he was reading and began packing his things as Tomas walked away, getting an odd look from Claude.
"I don't know what you've read, but I'm not sure that counts as an explanation for what Demonic Beasts are," Claude said.
"Like Tomas, I also have things to do," Byleth said. "I would not be a good Professor if I did not greet my returning students."
"Ah, right," Claude said. Realizing there wasn't much he could say to that, he simply shrugged. "Guess I'll move my night reading forwards a little. Catch ya later, Teach."
Byleth simply nodded in response before taking his leave. He checked out his books, dropped them back at his room, and made his way to the front just in time to see the Gatekeeper mentally preparing to greet the returning students. Silently, Byleth approached the man before speaking. "Anything to report?" Byleth asked.
A sharp breath marked the stifling of a yelp, getting a giggle out of Sothis. The Gatekeeper forced a smile and shook his head. "J-just the one. A nobleman again visited the Monastery, presumably to meet with a student. He seemed to be in a hurry. I let Miss Nevrand know as well, and she's looking into it... oh, and I suppose in recent nights, a masked man has been leaving the Monastery late at night and not returning before my shift ends!" the Gatekeeper managed.
"Masked man... Jeritza?" Byleth asked.
"... Ah, the combat instructor. Yes, it must have been him," the Gatekeeper said. Byleth hummed in acknowledgment, a bit surprised by the news but more focused on the now incoming Blue Lions rather than gossip.
Gilbert broke off from the group quickly, the man wearing his full helm to avoid recognition, and took on the role of dismissing all battalions. Fittingly, that left only Dimitri, Sylvain, Ingrid, Felix, and Dedue entering the Monastery.
While Dimitri led the Blue Lions as usual, Byleth's focus rested solely on Sylvain. The boy appeared mostly unaffected, but there was a lack of energy in his movements that gave away his lingering unease. "The boy buried his brother... of course he must be troubled," Sothis said. "Come. Now is the time to be more than a mere instructor."
Before Dimitri could even greet him near the stairs leading into the Main Hall, Byleth had already descended to meet Sylvain. The young Gautier was caught off guard by his Professor's sudden approach. Even more startling was the handshake Byleth silently offered him, which Sylvain considered questioning for a moment. Ultimately, however, he accepted the handshake.
Copying the greeting of an old friend he had seen his father use before, Byleth turned the handshake into an embrace with a strong pat on the back. While Sylvain tensed at the strange action, Byleth disregarded that to convey his message instead. "I know this is difficult for you. If you want something to take your mind off things, come find me late at night," he whispered.
Sylvain notably lost tension at that, apparently more confused than anything else. His confusion gave Byleth the opportunity to back away and release his grip, allowing him to speak properly. "Welcome back," Byleth said, taking the opportunity to look at the other Blue Lions. Felix and Ingrid were both shocked at Byleth's actions, while Dimitri and Dedue simply looked pleased to see him show concern. "I understand what you all did was more than a simple mission. If you would like time to recover, I will postpone your report to the Archbishop."
Recovering from the odd events that occurred, Sylvain spoke. "Thanks, but I'll be fine. And I think I'd rather get this whole funeral burial business all done with in one go. That okay with you, Your Highness?"
"If that is what you want, Sylvain. This is your family's affair; I am here only as a representative of the royal family," Dimitri said. "And of course, as a friend I hope you can lean on."
Sylvain chuckled at that. "I thought I told you guys there shouldn't be any sob fests for me," he said. "Honestly, with even the Professor jumping me like that, this is starting to get overbearing."
"Please. You love the attention," Felix said. That earned him a quick elbow from Ingrid.
"Character aside," she began as Felix stepped away from her, "You should know you can rely on us now like how we used to rely on you."
"Ok, we are officially at the uncomfortably sappy stage yet again," Sylvain said, deciding to begin his walk into the Monastery. "C'mon, Your Highness. Let's get this report wrapped up!"
Dimitri simply chuckled at that, following close behind him. Ingrid and Dedue hurried after them after speaking briefly with the Gatekeeper, leaving only Felix with Byleth. "... Not going to chase after them?" Felix asked.
"My best source of information is here," Byleth said, turning his attention to Felix. "How is he holding up?"
Felix paused at that, wondering why Byleth seemed so certain that he would be the best person to ask about Sylvain. As usual, trying to read the near stoic Professor proved futile, but Felix decided there was no reason to lie given that Byleth might be genuinely concerned. "... He's holding himself together well enough, but this took a toll on him. I won't say I completely understand his situation, given our brothers were more different than night and day. I will say that his aloofness is more of an act now than anything... one we should permit until he's ready to accept what's happened. Even then... well, again, I don't know his situation," Felix said.
"That... was surprisingly honest," Sothis remarked. Byleth agreed.
"Thank you," Byleth said. He paused, considering what he would say, before thinking of how his father would handle something like this with one of his men. Spinning those words into his own voice, he spoke again. "I don't know if I can ask this of you as your Professor, but... as a friend, would you consider watching over Sylvain for a time?"
Felix nodded. "Even if you didn't ask, I would have," he said. "I... or rather, all of us who grew up with him... that's the least we can do now."
Byleth hummed. "Then Sylvain was right," he said. "He'll be fine."
Felix grinned at that, giving Byleth a curt nod before he finally began making his way to the Audience Chamber for the group's report.
Now that Byleth had greeted his returning students, he was free to go about completing the various mundane tasks he had around the Monastery. He finished a batch of gardening, harvesting various flowers before planting more, and then went about cleaning his armor and weaponry, before finally taking a break for a meal in the Dining Hall. He had considered joining Marianne for a meal, as the girl appeared to be eating by herself, but instead sat a few tables away when he saw someone else was silently sitting down near to her.
"Lorenz is eating with her? Well, that could be rather interesting," Sothis said as she floated over to eavesdrop on their conversation. With a giddy smile, Sothis floated above their table and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
"... Oh, come now! Don't tell me you two simply eat in silence!" Sothis complained.
As if responding to Sothis' complaint, Marianne spoke. "Ah, umm..." she managed as they both finished their meals.
"Hm? What is it, Marianne?" Lorenz asked.
"I'm curious," Marianne began. "As to why you've been eating your meals near me as of late... I'm not much for conversation... I'm always at a loss for words... and I never know how to respond to questions."
Lorenz chuckled. "It's true that some prefer a lively dinner table... we have dined with Hilda and Raphael before, have we not?" he said. "It may seem strange, but I actually prefer to eat in peace. With you, my meals are a relaxing experience. In fact, you are the most peaceful dining companion I have ever had."
"R-really?" Marianne asked.
"There is real grace and fluidity to your every movement," Lorenz said. "I greatly appreciate refined table manners. Observing you all this time, I believe I've realized what is so striking about you... Your beauty comes from the heart. It is an inner beauty. It is not some flamboyant pageantry, a product of external adornment or grooming. When I first noticed it, I thought that it could use some refinement. A little polish... But I was mistaken. You are perfect in your natural state. Just as you are."
Sothis whistled at that. "Let's hope Sylvain isn't hungry after that report, because I'd hate for the boy to have his heart crushed yet again," she joked.
"... You think I'm beautiful... just the way I am?" Marianne asked.
"Certainly," Lorenz said. "To add a superficial luster on top of what you already possess would be offensively redundant."
Clearly taken aback, Marianne did her best to hide her rapidly reddening face. "No one's ever said anything like that to me before..." she said.
"Alas, I am the only one with eyes," Lorenz said. "But perhaps it is for the best that your beauty not be revealed to all the world. Yes, it is certainly better that only I, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester, can appreciate your true magnificence! And on that note, I bid you farewell!"
"Who knew the boy had it in him?" Sothis asked as she watched Lorenz take his leave. "I wonder... perhaps having him in our class might not be such a bad idea after all."
Byleth thought much the same, primarily because he thought it too good of an opportunity to pass up someone else who could easily work with Marianne on his roster. Outside of himself, Hilda, and Sylvain, the girl clearly had trouble finding people she could easily work with.
"Tactically sound and interesting to boot. Make it so, and soon," Sothis decided.
With Sothis' new agenda for his class set, Byleth thought he would be able to finish his meal alone. As fate would have it, Dimitri spotted Byleth before he could finish eating and sat down to join him. "Done with your report?" Byleth greeted as Dimitri took a seat.
"Yes. Thankfully, the Archbishop seemed to approve of Sylvain's decision wholeheartedly," Dimitri said.
"Good. I hope the meal is hearty enough for our next meeting," Byleth said. Dimitri chuckled at that.
"Today is rather busy, to be certain," Dimitri agreed. "Although, the constant assault of minor tasks has left me quite some time to think..."
Sothis rolled her eyes at that. "Let me guess. Today's topic is Crests, again," she groaned.
Rolling with Sothis' logic, Byleth spoke. "Thinking about Crests?" Byleth asked.
Dimitri paused at that, clearly surprised at Byleth's deduction. "Why... yes," Dimitri admitted. "I realize I may have looked troubled or weary, but how did you know what I was thinking?"
"They're a popular topic today," Byleth said. "Must be because of our mission."
Dimitri sighed. "Yes, I've already heard the rumors. Criminal or otherwise, the death of a noble at the hands of the Church causes quite the stir..."
"This isn't like the Gaspard incident," Byleth said. "There should not be another rebellion."
Dimitri nodded at that, taking some time to eat more of his meal as he seemingly went into thought once more. After a short while, he once again paused to speak.
"... This whole affair has left me thinking quite a bit, Professor," Dimitri began. "The possession of Relics and Crests has been highly valued in Faerghus since ancient times. It's far from uncommon for someone to lose their ability to lead their house because they don't bear a Crest. Just like Miklan. The same thing happened to my uncle. The eldest child of the king, and yet he never ascended to the throne. All families whose bloodlines carry Crests of the Ten Elites are much the same... but House Gautier takes it a step further, and absolutely requires an heir who has a Crest."
"Why House Gautier in particular?" Byleth asked, though he had a feeling it had something to do with their border to Sreng.
"To the Gautier, the power of Crests is a necessity, not a luxury," Dimitri said. "House Gautier holds the most northern territory in the Kingdom, and they have fought with the people to the north for many years. The head of that house is responsible for protecting that territory from fearsome invaders, whom they keep at bay with the power of Crests and Relics. In exchange for that responsibility, they are granted special privileges within the Kingdom."
"After so many years fighting, they should try other methods," Byleth said.
"I agree, as does Sylvain," Dimitri said. "Yet the people cannot hedge their bets solely on possibility. That is why even if the next heir and the next king wish to settle the differences with our neighbors in Sreng amicably, hundreds of years of history reinforce the current tradition demanding that the power of the Crest stands firm to protect the Kingdom."
"Strength is strength," Byleth said. "One Gautier with a Crest cannot be worth a well-equipped army protecting the border."
"Truth spoken by a man familiar with warfare," Dimitri said. "Ability cannot be measured by the possession of a Crest alone... I believe that Margrave Gautier was wrong to disinherit Miklan because he did not possess a Crest. And yet, I find myself fighting the feeling that such customs have stood the test of time for a reason."
"Likely propaganda," Byleth said. Dimitri hummed at that.
"I see you and Claude share some views on the matter," Dimitri said. "Personally, I find it hard to believe the Crest system is entirely fabricated."
"Why is that?" Byleth asked.
"Imagine what this world would be like if nobody placed any stock in Crests," Dimitri said. "Bloodlines that carry Crests would dwindle. The metaphorical blade once wielded to protect Fodlan from external threats would eventually rest, potentially leaving the continent vulnerable to attack. The idea of noble lineages would eventually fade, leading to more and more power struggles across the land as great houses relied solely on name alone. And yet, the disappearance of such systems could also promote a less isolationist stance for Fodlan as a whole, and perhaps restructure current systems of governance to better suit the needs of the many rather than the few."
"According to history, all great changes require a period of turmoil," Byleth said.
"And not all periods of turmoil end for the better," Dimitri said. He sighed. "Arguments like this have been had time and time again. Both sides are at once right and wrong."
"Like Edelgard, he too has thought heavily about what Crests mean," Sothis said. "They are rather alike... but I wonder how similar their final thoughts are."
"What do you believe, Dimitri?" Byleth asked.
"I believe those with Crests and those without should acknowledge the others' strengths and learn to respect one another based on personal merits," Dimitri said. "And that doesn't apply to just Crests. The same holds true for lineage, race, faith, ideologies... if we could just accept each other and make mutual concessions, one step at a time... Perhaps..."
"... Perhaps?" Byleth asked.
"... I realize asking for even that much may be nothing short of childishly naive," Dimitri said. "Who knows if such a step forward is even possible? After all, everyone has something that is unacceptable within them... I certainly do, and I'd wager you do as well."
"That depends," Byleth said. "Who is deciding what is and isn't acceptable?"
"And therein lies yet another layer of complication," Dimitri said. He sighed. "I wonder which is best, Professor... to cut away that which is unacceptable, or to find a way to accept it?"
"Sheesh, people really are a handful," Sothis said. "With all these opinions on the same subject, it's starting to sound like nobody can handle conflicting complex ideologies or value systems. The boy may well be right in thinking that trying to bridge the gaps between such things is impossible... but maybe the problem lies not with people, but their ideas?"
"If people were to accept themselves and accept that other people were entirely separate... then perhaps people could agree on simpler common ground rather than trying to force the coexistence of opposing beliefs," Byleth said.
Dimitri paused to think on that, before a small smirk crossed his face. "... So, you mean to say that people could come together if the reasons were mutually beneficial? For instance, peace could be made because both sides do not want to risk death in combat... fields could be shared because neither party wishes to starve... simple answers like that, correct?"
Byleth nodded. "I realize that answer isn't perfect," he admitted. "Greed and other human factors will cause problems... but general agreements for mutual prosperity seem possible."
"... I didn't take you for an optimist, Professor," Dimitri said. "Honestly, it's a little reassuring."
"Is it optimism to think everyone wants to be happy?" Byleth asked.
"When you put it like that... maybe I am simply more pessimistic than I would like to admit," Dimitri said. Byleth shook his head.
"It's more likely a consequence of living in this brutal and irrational world," he said.
"Brutal and irrational world... that sounds like something Edelgard would say," Dimitri said.
"The House leaders seem to share many of the same concerns regarding the future, though you all approach them in your own way," Byleth said.
"A given, granted that we three will essentially share responsibility for Fodlan's future in due time," Dimitri said. "If we all approach them in our own way, then the future... no, that would truly be a pessimistic thought. If anything, this bodes well. Perhaps we can accept the ideals of one another... or at the very least, understand each other's positions... Ah, this is not something to be answered in a single meal, much less a single night. Thank you for lending your ear, Professor, and your thoughts as well."
"Any time, Dimitri," Byleth said.
Falling into silence after their conversation, the duo quietly finished their meal. Parting ways, Byleth returned to the Audience Chamber for the pre-mission briefing regarding the next Moon.
Once again, Byleth found Rhea standing alone in the Audience Chamber. "Strange... perhaps Seteth has been dispatched somewhere?" Sothis wondered, now curious as to how the man could miss both their return discussion and their briefing.
"Lady Rhea," Byleth greeted with a bow, deciding that Seteth's absence likely wasn't that important as Rhea seemed fine doing this on her own.
"Professor," Rhea greeted. "Once again, you have done well to complete such a difficult task. You have shown exceptional skill in leading your students, and I am forever grateful for the safe return of the Hero's Relic to House Gautier. Just as I expected, you seem to have mastered the Sword of the Creator."
Byleth and Sothis both thought mastered was a strong word, as they still felt like the weapon had more power the two simply didn't know how to draw on. Regardless, both remained silent.
"Now then, I shall tell you about your mission for..." Rhea began, only to pause as the clear sound of someone dashing up the stairs began to fill the room. Byleth turned around and put a hand on the Sword of the Creator, the weapon dimly flickering as he prepared to draw it.
"Rhe- gah, Archbishop!" Seteth yelled as he darted into the room, boots pounding on the floor as he barely managed to stop himself from running into Byleth.
"Seteth," Rhea greeted, showing some surprise at the man's unkempt and clearly distraught appearance. "What troubles you?"
"Flayn is missing!" Seteth said, his voice almost a scream that threatened to echo through the room. "I cannot find her anywhere!" he continued, suddenly looking around the room.
Whirling around in a panic, he turned to Byleth. "Professor, have you seen Flayn recently?" he asked.
"He's certainly on edge. Best not to joke," Sothis noted, almost as taken aback as Rhea with how dogged Seteth was acting.
"Not since I returned to the Monastery," Byleth answered.
Seteth huffed. "I have searched everywhere! Where could she be?!" he asked. Trying to calm himself, he ran a hand through his hair. The motion seemed to spark his imagination as his eyes shot open even wider. "... She may be in danger... oh, no, no, no! What am I to do?!"
"Calm yourself, Seteth," Rhea commanded, her words much more akin to the otherworldly commanding voice she used in threats rather than in her usual gentle tone. From how her gaze quickly sharpened, Flayn's disappearance was clearly a matter of serious concern for her as well. "Professor, we shall continue our discussion another time. If you have the opportunity, please search for Flayn when you can."
"Of course," Byleth said. With that, he took his leave just as quickly as he arrived, passing by a number of confused and concerned guards suddenly very interested in checking all the hiding places along their usual patrol routes.
"My, that is unexpected... Flayn, or rather, Cethleann, has disappeared..." Sothis said as Byleth returned to his room. "How strange... I don't believe the girl was doing anything to make herself a target, other than lack basic danger sense given how easy it was for us to abduct her... I wonder if she truly was abducted? And if she was, why?"
Mulling over those questions as he continued reading up on Demonic Beasts before bed, Byleth had the feeling whatever upcoming mission that had been planned for his class was likely going to change.