Damn! I was a day late! Ugh... I disappoint myself...

Anyway! This is it! Last chapter of the Gangrel Arc!

No music this time, play whatever you want, although—if I were to make a recommendation—get a slow waltz; something to slow dance to. You'll know when to play it.

Also, fair warning: this chapter kind of dances the line between the 'T' and 'M' ratings, but for different reasons than the last chapter. Just telling you now, things get a bit... intimate later.

With that out of the way, it's time for this arc to conclude!


DISCLAIMER: HELLSING IS OWNED BY KOUTA HIRANO. I DO NOT ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

FIRE EMBLEM IS OWNED BY NINTENDO. I DON'T OWN IT'S CHARACTERS EITHER.

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Northern Plegia ~ The Border Wastes
November 5, Age 2609 (4:45 P.M.)

Walter Dornez—Guardian Angel to Ylisse—sat on a rock, legs crossed. The man turned vampire hummed to himself as he twiddled his gloved hands; monofilament wires hovering around him. The butler could hardly remember the last time he freely utilized his wires without even the slightest hint of stamina drain. It was greatly amusing—at least to him.

"So, this is where you've been…"

Walter's attention was torn from his wires to Chrom, who stood was staring at him—arms crossed—with a questioning grin.

"Just twiddling my thumbs, as you can see," Walter waggled his fingers to accentuate. His wires followed the movement, gyrating in midair.

"I can see that," Chrom chuckled.

"Well, there must be a reason as to why you've come looking for me," the vampiric butler raised a brow. "Come on, out with it; what is it that you need?"

Chrom gestured towards the fort that was serving as their base of operations.

"All of the military leaders are to meet at the fort," the prince explained. "We have to go over the aftermath of this battle."

Walter shrugged.

"Must we? I'm a tad bit exhausted at the moment, and I don't think that I can-"

"Come on…" Chrom grabbed the butler's arm and pulled him to his feet.

"Alright, alright, no need to drag me around like that…" Walter feigned annoyance. Chrom chose to only chuckle in amusement.

The pairs walk to the fort was uneventful. Passing through the torn landscape, the duo wandered by countless soldiers—Ylissean, Plegian, and Feroxi. Some—mostly Plegians—chose to only nod their head respectfully at them; it was to be expected, Walter hardly expected Plegia to become best friends with Ylisse. The Ylisseans were a different story, however. Both were constantly taken aback by the reverential gazes they were garnering from those from Ylisse; it was as if they were gods walking among men.

Still, this was hardly a bother; so long as they weren't stopped by any overeager 'fans', they were okay with the respect they gained.

Upon reaching the fort, the duo were greeted by Phila. The white-haired Pegasus captain saluted the two before leading them into the temporary war room. Walter wasn't at all shocked to see Emmeryn sitting at the head of the table; two chairs on her right for him and Chrom most likely, and two chairs on her left—one already occupied by Frederick and the empty one likely for Phila. On the right side of the table sat Khans Flavia and Basilio; both looking exhausted from the long and arduous battle. It was who sat on the left that took the butler off guard.

Sitting comfortably in their chairs was General Mustafa and Counselor Erin. The two leaders of the Plegian resistance looked completely at ease in the presence of Emmeryn; as if the bad blood between Ylisse and Plegia was nonexistent.

"If you may take your seats, we may begin," Emmeryn gestured for the pair to sit. Chrom and Walter nodded as they maneuvered to the Exalt's side; seating themselves in the chairs reserved for them.

"Now that we're all here, we can begin this meeting in earnest," Emmeryn sat upright in her seat. "First of all, I wish to give my gratitude to General Mustafa and counselor Erin for the aid they gave," the Exalt smiled at the two.

"I admit, I never expected any Plegian to ever come to Ylisse's aid; if ever such a union were to occur, I expected it would be many decades into the future when all tensions between us faded."

"Yes—as brief as this alliance has been—we had misgiving as to whether or not any of our people would even consider aiding Ylisse in this fight," Mustafa crossed his arms over his chest. "However, it seems we underestimated just how negative the feelings Gangrel had caused were; at the end of the day—for as many crimes your people committed against ours—the common folk would rather join with Ylisse one hundred times over before living yet another day under a monster's rule," the Plegian general huffed.

"It's ironic," Walter lifted a hand to his chin. "In his quest to drive the wedge between Ylisse and Plegia even further, Gangrel inadvertently orchestrated the circumstances that would lead to our union. Yet another nail in the proverbial coffin, so to speak."

"Speaking of Gangrel, what has become of him?" Erin inquired. Walter closed his eyes.

"After the battle, I drove a wooden stake through his heart, cut off his head, and stored his body parts in a coffin to be sealed and buried at a nondescript location; preferably with an unmarked grave," the butler replied without pause, earning him a few blank stares from around the table.

"Was… was that all necessary?" Chrom raised a brow. He knew that Gangrel held a fair—understatement of the century—amount of contempt for Walter, but he wasn't certain if that feeling was mutual.

"Desecrating the body of one of the most twisted creatures to ever walk the earth in this country's recent history? Yes, it absolutely was," Walter replied honestly. "If he were a normal vampire, perhaps the damage I dealt him would've been sufficient; however—as he proved throughout the last month—Gangrel was anything but ordinary," the butler paused as he rested his elbows on the table.

"For a vampire as young as he was, he had surprising mastery over several powers that even older—more experienced—nosferatu have trouble utilizing. His regenerative abilities for one were among the most advanced I'd ever seen; surpassed only by one other," Walter said, referring to Alucard. "What's been done to his body were not anything but precautions; lesser vampires have been known to be revived."

"Wait, revived?" Mustafa parroted Walter with concern. Indeed, several of the faces around the table had gone pale at the prospect of Gangrel returning once more.

"Yes," Walter nodded solemnly. "It doesn't happen often, but sometimes some poor sap thinking they can control a monster makes an attempt to revive a vampire. Sometimes they're successful—most of the time they're not," the butler shook his head for all the fools he'd seen that ever tried to control a vampire. To his knowledge, only the Hellsing family had ever managed to reign in a vampire, but that was less servitude and more of a mutual agreement.

"As things are now, I'm the only one with the knowledge of vampiric revival so count your blessings on that front. Even so, I refuse to take that chance; I will ensure that Gangrel's corpse is never found," Walter gave his vow.

Although there seemed to be some reservations around the room, Walter's response had mostly put everyone's fears to rest. A single month of fighting Gangrel was hell, so no one wanted there to be any chance of it ever happening again. So long as Walter assured them it would decrease the likelihood of Gangrel's return, they'd have allow it.

"With that question answered, I can continue voicing my gratitude," Emmeryn turned to Khans Basilio and Flavia. "Your aid throughout this campaign has been truly a blessing. Truly—on behalf of Ylisse—you cannot be thanked enough. As such, House Ylisse will be more than happy to compensate Regna Ferox for any losses that occurred."

"That won't be necessary," Flavia raised a dismissive hand. "Our victory here is reward enough. Just allow us to see to our dead—perhaps invite us to any victory celebrations you've planned—and we'll consider us square." Basilio rolled his eyes at the mention of 'celebrations'.

"Always parties and feasting with you," Basilio shook his head, though a smile was still present on his face. "Still, Flavia's right; reparations aren't Ylisse's to pay."

"Indeed," Mustafa sighed, knowing what Basilio was implying. "As terrible as this conflict has been for all three of our countries, Gangrel was still Plegia's king. It's only natural that Plegia be the one to pay reparations for this damnable conflict…"

Emmerun nodded solemnly. Though Mustafa led Plegian soldiers into this conflict with the intention of aiding Ylisse and Ferox, the crimes of the country could not be forgotten; forgiven, but certainly not forgotten. Plegia would need to provide significant boons in order to repair its fractured relationships with its neighbors. Although, that left one question…

"With Gangrel out of the picture, Plegia's throne is open," Walter brought up. "The country will need a ruler to unite the people; the days ahead for Plegia will not be easy ones,' the butler hummed thoughtfully.

The butler recalled how Germany was treated after the first World War. While there were many factors that led to the rise of the Nazi party—and ultimately World War II—it could be argued that one of the largest contributions was the negative feelings post World War I.

"Gangrel had no family—there was no line of succession," Erin stroked his beard, troubled. "Typically—in situations such as this—the Grimleal are the ones that choose Plegia's next ruler."

There was a collective chill around the room at the mention of the Fell Dragon worshiping cult.

"That cannot be allowed to happen," Walter stated sternly. "I don't know much of the Grimleal, but they don't seem the sort to vie for peace between our nations."

"They aren't…" Chrom murmured. "That cult is nothing but trouble."

"The prince is right, Grimleal aren't anything more than fanatics," Mustafa sighed. "They'll do whatever it takes to see the Fell Dragon revived; that includes seeing the world burn."

"Then it's imperative that a leader be placed on the throne immediately," Walter crossed his arms. "One that will promote peace between our countries and unite the people as one."

There were nods of agreement around the room.

"That may not be as difficult as you'd think," Erin leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "This war took a toll on all of us, but Plegia has arguably suffered the most."

Walter noted the expressions around the room. Frederick seemed somewhat indignant—though he was hiding it well under his stern mask—and Phila stiffened slightly at the statement. Basilio and Flavia seemed neutral on the matter; neither seeming to disagree nor agree with Erin. Walter was unsurprised to see Emmeryn listening closely—she likely sided with the Plegian counselor through empathy alone—but it was Chrom's reaction that took him off guard. The prince seemed to acknowledge that Erin had ground to believe that Plegia DID indeed suffer the most; part of Walter felt almost as if Chrom agreed wholeheartedly.

"Gangrel's undead army—while it did have Ylisseans and even a few Feroxi in it—was made up of mostly Plegians; Gangrel's own people," Erin ran a hand through his hair. "Those ghouls that he used, they were husbands, fathers, sons—families in Plegia are grieving because of this. Some people were forcibly taken from their homes and turned into those monsters. It's not so farfetched to believe that Plegia's appetite for conflict has run dry. At this moment, I think all the people want is for their families to be reunited."

Walter raised a brow, recognizing what the seasoned politician was doing.

Clever git… Walter thought to himself. The man is playing to Emmeryn and Chrom's empathy. The two know what it's like to rule over a country of widows and widowers, orphans and broken families. What Plegia is going through right now is incredibly similar to what Ylisse went through with the last Exalt. The butler smirked.

I can see how this man was able to infiltrate Gangrel's ranks as a 'trustworthy' counselor; he doesn't lie, but simply words the truth in a way that serves his agenda. Walter scoffed.

"His point is valid," the butler spoke up, knowing full well what Erin's game was. "With that in mind, I think it's only obvious who we back as King of Plegia," Walter gestured to Erin. For the briefest moment, the Plegian counselor seemed visibly shocked—probably a combination of the fact that Walter had figured him out and was backing him—only to hide it within milliseconds.

"He seems to be a wise man with Plegia's best interests at heart, and I feel that he's the only man we can trust be seen in the position of Plegia's king," Walter said honestly. "Of course, this is a council, so everyone is free to disagree and voice their opinion on the matter."

"Why not Mustafa?" Chrom spoke up, earning a surprised look from said Plegian general. "He's a man of Plegia as well, and he's the honor to lead the country well."

Basilio and Flavia seemed to agree with the prince. This was hardly a surprise; as both were Khans of Ferox, it made sense they'd see merit in a warrior leading Plegia.

"I appreciate the confidence, Prince Chrom, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline," Mustafa sighed. "I'll not downplay or lie about my involvement with Gangrel before he became a monster. I'm a man of Plegia—that's undisputable—but my blind loyalty to my country led me to turning my back on things I ought not have," the berserker glanced at the floor.

"A good soldier follows his orders, but a good commander recognizes when his orders are wrong. I followed Gangrel without question like many others; I did so despite knowing what was being done was wrong. I killed many who were deserving, but many more who were not. You compare this to Erin…" Mustafa gestured towards his compatriot. "He brought the resistance together and put me in charge of it. He used his influence in Gangrel's inner circle to sabotage as much as he could. He recognized that the one in charge was wrong and chose to act. I know no man more worthy of ruling Plegia."

When the berserker was finished, the decision that had to be made was obvious. Erin would be backed as Plegia's new king. Together, they'd promote a better tomorrow; one where Ylisse, Plegia, and Ferox would co-exist in peace.

"If that is the case, then I think that is all we have to discuss," Emmeryn said with a smile. "I suppose we shall part for now, but it bears repeating; Ylisse owes everyone here a great debt. It was everyone's sacrifices that led us to victory. I hope you do not forget that."

With that, the council was adjourned. Standing up, Walter was the first to leave the room. He was surprised that he wasn't specifically called out during the meeting; he was the one that defeated Gangrel, after all. He wasn't complaining though, the butler didn't exactly want any unnecessary limelight.


Ylisstol, Ylisse ~ Royal Palace
November 13, Age 2609 (6:20 P.M.)

The alliance parted ways the day afterwards—Mustafa and Erin leaving for the Plegian capital to rally the people behind them, and Flavia and Basilio led their soldiers back to Ferox to see to their dead. The Ylissean League's trip back to Ylisstol was an uneventful one; everyone was simply eager to return home and rest. Walter couldn't blame anyone—everyone had participated in what could be the most important battle in Ylisse's recent history; everyone was bound to be tired.

Their arrival at the capital was met with overwhelming celebration. The streets were flooded with eager citizens wishing to greet their family members home. However—for Walter—the merriment was anything but welcome.

Word of his victory over Gangrel had spread throughout the city like wildfire. Walter—much to his chagrin—had suddenly found himself a celebrity of sorts; Walter Dornez, Slayer of the Monster of Plegia—as everyone had taken to calling the deceased Gangrel—and Guardian Angel of the Halidom. Upon entering the city, he was swarmed by no less than five hundred desperate maidens—all eager to 'have a piece' of him.

Still, everyone managed to get to their homes in one piece, Walter included. The butler now stood in his room, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He took in every crease—every tiny feature—of his young face. His hair was long and messy; were it not tied back he'd look excessively rugged. His eyes had a sharpness to them that they lost over the years. Speaking of sharpness, his features were once again prominent; though not to the same extent as his forty or fifty-year-old body. Overall, Walter was pleased by the transformation; he was back in his twenties—his prime.

"Walter?"

The butler hummed as he turned towards his closed door.

"It's unlocked," he replied. Door swinging open slowly, Walter was taken aback to see Emmeryn.

"I wish to speak to you in private, if it is alright," the Exalt said serenely as she waited for Walter's permission to enter. "I understand if you're too tired; heavens, it's been a busy three weeks."

"Not at all, please come in," Walter invited the woman into his room. Emmeryn nodded as she strode forward, closing the door behind her.

"I realize that this is highly improper of me," the woman laughed sheepishly as she stood awkwardly at the center of his room.

"Yes, if anyone had spotted you entering my room, rumors would spread like a wildfire," Walter chuckled.

"Oh yes, that would be terrible; I especially wouldn't want Lucina to get the wrong idea," Emmeryn smiled. Walter flinched.

"Wait, Lucina?" the butler questioned. "How do you…?"

"I had my suspicions of her lineage from the very beginning, but it was only after confronting her on the matter did I learn the truth," Emmeryn explained. "She was straightforward about who she is, so I did not press for any more information."

"Is that what you wish to speak to me about? About Lucina?" Walter raised a brow. Emmeryn shook her head.

"No, though I do care for the well-being of my future niece, I know she is in good hands," the Exalt smiled knowingly.

"Oh…" Walter felt his throat go dry. "So… you know about…"

"Yes, yes I do," Emmeryn nodded. "Don't worry, I find the relationship you and my niece share to be cute; you've my blessing at the very least." Walter scratched the back of his head.

"Well, I just dread the day Chrom finds out," the butler said—half joking and half serious. "Hell hath no fury than a father protecting his daughter; even if said daughter is a time traveler just one or two years younger than him."

"I doubt he'd be too angry; there are far worse men out there Walter," Emmeryn laughed. "Besides, you're at least someone he trusts; I think Chrom would be a little more accepting of the relationship than either you or Lucina would think."

"Well, that's not a can of worms that need be opened just yet," Walter said, still not convinced. "So, if you aren't here to speak to me about Lucina, what is it that you want?" the butler asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, I just wanted to personally thank you for everything you've done, for not just me but the whole of Ylisse," Emmeryn bowed her head. "You've done the Halidom a great service; I fear the war would've been lost without you here to guide us. So, feel that it's only proper that you be rewarded for your service." Walter raised a brow, semi-intrigued.

"Whatever you ask for—if it be within my power as reigning Exalt—I shall grant you," Emmeryn offered with a smile. Walter hummed to himself as he thought about what he could request.

"That is a good question…" Walter lifted a hand to his chin. "Thinking about it, I don't really need or want anything. Anything you could give to me would be appreciated, but highly unnecessary."

"Come now, Walter," Emmeryn laughed. "There's no need to be so modest; there must be something you want. I won't allow you to decline this offer; you MUST be rewarded." Walter shook his head.

"No, there really isn't anything that I need…" the butler's voice trailed off, an idea popping up into his head. "Actually, I think there might be something I may want…" Walter leaned into Emmeryn's ear and whispered his desire.

"Oh?" Emmeryn lifted her brows in surprise for a brief moment, before closing her eyes contently. "That's rather sweet of you, but are you certain that she'll even want it?" Walter nodded.

"It's my request, milady," the butler said simply. "I'll accept nothing else."

Emmeryn smiled as she nodded her head.

"Well, consider it done then; I'll have it ready for you next week, the day of the celebration in fact."

"Wait, celebration?" Walter raised a brow. "What celebration?

"The celebration of the victory over Plegia," Emmeryn said simply. "Ylisse has survived some of the most trying months since the last Exalt's reign; it is only natural that we celebrate the victory. The festivities will be held in the palace." Walter hummed in thought for a moment.

"Is that so? Seems like a good idea," Walter smiled. "If I may ask, who—pray tell—is planning the event?" Emmeryn's brows furrowed.

"Are you volunteering?"

"Perhaps…" Walter smirked coyly. "I'll have you know that I've planned many a party in my time; a gathering like this is best left in the hands of a professional like myself."

"Hah, of course. If that is the case, I'll leave you to it," Emmeryn smiled as she moved to leave the room. "I'll have your 'request' ready the day of the celebration. Oh, and Walter?" she stopped halfway through the door.

"Thank you again for everything," the Exalt bowed her head slightly before turning on her heels and leaving the butler alone.

Walter hummed as he stared at the door for a moment. If there was going to be a party, then preparations had to be made. He'd start with the guest list. Though he had some ideas as to who should be given the honor—Khans Flavia and Basilio, and Erin and Mustafa of Plegia if they were allowed—he'd ask Emmeryn for ideas before drafting the letters.

Staring out his window, Walter considered the fact—just little over a week ago—he didn't think he was going to survive to the end of the war. There were so many things he'd have left undone if he'd accepted his 'fate' and died. Yes, there was much for him to do, and he now had all the time in the world to do them.

Sitting down at his desk, the butler pulled out a piece of parchment and began to carefully log his thoughts.


Ylisstol, Ylisse ~ Royal Palace
November 20, Age 2609 (2:32 P.M.)

"Donnel, please remove the tinpot from your head…"

"But sir-"

"You are going to the party as MY apprentice, Donnel. Think about how it'll look to the general public—nobility included—if they saw you wearing THAT on your head."

"Er… oh… alright…"

Hesitantly, Donnel—the apprentice to Walter Dornez—lifted the makeshift helmet from his head; revealing the mop of messy curls and knots that was his mud-colored hair.

"Oh… good heavens…" Walter muttered under his breath as he stared at Donnel's hair.

"Yeah… I wear the tinpot over my head to hide… er… 'that'…" Donnel looked down at the ground shamefully. "I've never done been able to fix it either; my ma would always complain that my hair was worse than them fields when they weren't done taken care of properly." Walter scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Er… yes, I can see that the comparison is certainly… warranted…" the butler sighed as he gestured for the teen to come into his bathroom. "What you need is a haircut, young man. Come, I'll fix that messy mop of yours."

Following his master slowly into his bathroom, Donnel sat down upon a chair as Walter pulled out a pair of scissors and carefully snipped away at the unmitigated mess that was his hair.

"You know, my hair was quite similar to yours when I was your age," Walter commented as he cut off a knotted bit of hair.

"Yeah, I noticed when you were… y'know… younger…" Donnel smiled. The farm boy could hardly believe that his master was just his age around three weeks ago.

"Oh yes, you did see my 'mop' of hair while I was de-aged into a teenager; strange how it feels like it's been an eternity since that happened," Walter laughed. "Well, while my hair was certainly messy at times, I certainly don't think it was ever THIS messy."

The two shared a laugh as Walter continued to groom the boy's bushy hair. Several minutes passed and the butler had finally managed to 'reign in' Donnel's hair. It was an inch or two shorter than before—short enough that all the knots and clumps were taken out, but long enough that it still curled at its tips.

"There, now you at least look presentable!" Walter smirked, proud of his handiwork. "Now we just need to get you in a suit and tie, and you'll look absolutely perfect!"

Meanwhile—on the other side of the palace—a nervous Lucina sat in her aunt Emmeryn's room. The princess had long overstayed her welcome in Ylisstol—at least in her own opinion—but she hadn't been able to muster the resolve to leave. However—truthfully—the princess from the future had been plagued with doubts ever since the battle with Gangrel; doubts about her and Walter.

Ever since Gangrel's defeat, Lucina had been hesitant to approach the newly transformed butler; not for any reason having to do with him. Well… she was uncertain as to why she was so apprehensive. The princess felt confused, not with her own feelings towards him, but rather his. She was uncertain as to what she'd done to gain his affection, and part of her—an overwhelmingly negative part of her—felt that she didn't deserve his affection.

"I think I've picked one out for you, my dear."

Lucina was snapped out of her doldrums at the sound of her aunt Emmeryn's voice. The princess had asked the Exalt to help her get dressed for the party; seeing as how she had little experience with these sorts of things. Emmeryn seemed absolutely through the roof to help her niece in the endeavor, and gladly shuffled her into her room to help pick out a dress for her to wear.

"I was gifted this one by my mother before she passed; though I cherish it, it has unfortunately done little more than gather dust in my closet," Emmeryn smiled as she pulled out a beautiful ballroom gown. The gown was midnight-blue—matching Lucina's hair and eye color perfectly. The dress faded into progressively darker shades of blue, becoming nearly black at the bottom; silver floral patterns running along the black hem. Additionally, Lucina could see there was a matching pair of silky black elbow-length gloves included in the ensemble.

"The blue—as much as I love the color—never truly matched my tastes," Emmeryn admitted. "As such, I never really had much inclination to wear this. However, seeing as how you were blessed with our family's wonderful midnight hair, I think it's only fitting that you wear this." Lucina laughed as she shook her head.

"Are you sure, I don't think I'd do the dress justice…" the princess questioned her aunt's decision.

"Lucina, my dear," Emmeryn smiled. "As ruler of Ylisse, how many balls like this do you think I've attended? I know what looks good and what doesn't; I wouldn't dare dress my niece up in something that didn't suit her. Trust me, you'll look beautiful in this gown," the Exalt gave her a reassuring grin. Lucina, against her better judgement, relented.

"Alright…" the bluenette sighed as she began to disrobe so that she could be fitted into the gown.

"Splendid," Emmeryn beamed. "You'll be the most beautiful woman at the celebration; sure to draw in the eyes of lovesick nobles and perhaps even the jealousy of other women your age. Of course…" the Exalt raised her brow knowingly.

"…Walter is included in that number."

Lucina glanced off to the side.

"I…" the princess squirmed in place uneasily. "Aunt Emmeryn?"

"What is it, my dear?" Emmeryn looked at her niece in concern.

"Well…" Lucina stared at the floor. "I'm not certain of how Walter feels about me…"

Emmeryn raised a brow.

"Why?" she asked, inquisitive. "That man is absolutely enamored by you; why do you have your doubts?" Lucina shrugged.

"I just… do…" the bluenette answered lamely. "In truth, I feel as if he's done everything he could for me. He's made so many sacrifices for my sake; meanwhile, I feel like I've hardly done anything more than burden him…" Lucina sighed. The corner of Emmeryn's lip curled downward.

"Lucina, my dear," Emmeryn spoke in the most reassuring tone she could. "I can understand feeling that way; sometimes it feels like everyone is at your beck and call, despite feeling like you've done nary a thing for them. However," Emmeryn smiled.

"Sometimes, the only thing you need to do to make a man love you is be there when no one else would. If there's one thing that I'm sure of, it's that sometimes all it takes for love to blossom is someone taking your hand and being reassured that you aren't alone," the elder Exalt explained. "If you're really feeling uncertain of how he feels towards you, ask Walter yourself. I've no doubt he'd answer you honestly, and his response will most likely surprise you."

Lucina pondered her aunt's words for a moment. Was it really that simple? The princess didn't have any experience with these sorts of things, so perhaps she was overthinking it. Either way, she'd ask Walter later.

One way or another, tonight was going to be a night to remember…


Ylisstol, Ylisse ~ Royal Palace
November 20, Age 2609 (5:45 P.M.)

As the festivities began, people from all over Ylisse gathered at the place for the even. The castle seemed filled to the brim with people of different backgrounds—poor and rich, young and old; all were welcome. Of course, known criminals were stopped at the gates, and Frederick, Walter, and Philia were certain to post guards—some visible and others hidden—at every corner of the castle.

Overall, the mood was merry, and it was sure to become more jovial as the night progressed.

"This stuff is uncomfortable, sir…" Donnel complained about what had to have been the hundredth time since putting on his suit.

"Get used to it," Walter replied dismissively.

The duo looked slightly out of place—in a good way mind you. While every other guest was dressed in formal wear contemporary to Ylisse, Walter and Donnel wore clothing that looked closer to that worn in England. For example, Walter wore a black waistcoat over a white dress shirt; a pocket watch hung from his waistcoat on an Albert chain. His black tie was substituted for a black cravat—tied in the same style as Alucard's—and a pair of white cotton gloves were slipped over his hands. His black slacks matched his waistcoat, and his dress shoes were a glossy black; shined for what had to have been an hour. His hair was tied back as neatly as possible—nary a strand out of place—with a red chord holding it in place. As always, he wore his silver monocle over his left eye. However, what was most striking about his attire however was the black frock coat he now wore—giving the butler a Victorian London look.

In contrast, Donnel wore a 'simpler' variation of Walter's outfit. Instead of a black cravat, he wore a Windsor knotted black tie. He had no coat, instead substituting it with a regular three-piece suit. Additionally, he wore no gloves on his hands, and had no pocket watch. His shoes were also lacked the glossy finish of his master, though they were shined for nearly the same amount of time.

Overall, the pair were garnering quite the stares, for the right reasons of course. Walter—in particular—seemed to be a FAIRLY popular piece of eye candy for the women at the party.

"Oy! Walter! Young Donnel! Come join friends over here!"

The duo smiled to see Gregor waving at them at a table. To their delight, all the Shepherds—sans Chrom and Lissa—were present at adjacent tables. Without hesitation, they made their way to their friends.

"Hoho, Walter is looking even fancier than usual, ey?" Gregor commented as the butler sat down beside him. Donnel took the seat right next to his master.

"Well, it is a ball, isn't it?" Walter chuckled. "I'd be remiss to not follow the dress code; especially considering the fact that I planned much of this extravaganza."

"Wait, you oversaw the planning of this ball?" Maribelle stared at the butler, looking impressed for once.

"Maribelle, I'll have you know that I've planned many a celebration in my time; planning something as 'trivial' as a ball isn't even enough to make me wince," Walter boasted, stretching the truth just a little. While he has planned events like this in the past, getting everything prepared within a weeks' time had him running errands every day.

In fact, he was so busy that he'd not seen Lucina since they returned to the capital…

"Well, the next time Themis holds an event, I'll be certain to ask you to oversee it," Maribelle smiled coyly. Walter chuckled and nodded.

"Ugh… couldn't you have put some more stuff on the menu!?" Vaike complained. "Ol' Teach has been eatin' nothin but the tiny 'horse derbs' since he got here!" Walter shook his head, an amused smile gracing his face.

"It's 'hors d'oeuvres', Vaike," Walter corrected.

"Not enough food is what it is!" Vaike slammed his fist into his table, tipping over everyone's drinks.

"What the hell, man!?" Sully glared daggers at the warrior.

"Ugh! You soiled my best formal wear!" Virion hissed through his teeth; clothing soaked.

"Grr…" Lon'qu quietly simmered in rage, his arm instinctively hovering over his hip; thankfully all weapons were confiscated upon entry.

Walter couldn't help but laugh as he watched the three angrily berate Vaike for his stupidity. Never a dull moment within the Shepherds.

"So, Walter," Nowi sat across from him, playfully swinging her legs in the chair she sat in. "You're a vampire like Gangrel now, eh?" Walter shrugged.

"Not exactly like Gangrel," he replied. "I'm not a true vampire, but an artificial one."

"Artificial?" Stahl stopped gorging on the hors d'oeuvres. "What's that mean?" Walter hummed as he thought about the differences between a true vampire and an artificial one.

"Well, I can't turn others into vampires for one, just ghouls; of course, I'd never consider doing that," Walter began. "I have more resistance to the typical vampire's weaknesses: sunlight, blessed weapons, holy water, etcetera. I don't know the full extent of my regenerative abilities, but I suppose I'll find out with time."

"Are you stable?" Ricken asked, curious. "I mean, are you gonna be de-aging again?"

"No, I doubt it; my form is stable," Walter answered honestly. Ricken made an 'o' with his mouth.

After that plethora of questions, the Shepherds all shared in idle conversation and banter. There were many laughs that were had between the group that consisted of nothing less than close friends; these people had gone through hell and back together. They were as close to a family as one could get without being actually blood related, and Walter found it to be a pleasure he never thought he wanted. Still, even among his friends, the butler couldn't help but constantly glance around the room in search for a certain bluenette princess.

"May I have your attention?"

All conservation around the room died down as all heads turned to see Emmeryn entering the ballroom; standing at the top of the grand staircase with Chrom and Lissa on her right and left respectively.

"I thank you all for gathering here today," Emmeryn began, standing tall and proud. "These past months have been trying for us all, but now we can mark today as the end of these tribulations. Today, we mark the end of this grueling conflict with Plegia and move forward into an era of peace between not just Regna Ferox, but with Plegia as well."

Emmeryn's words caught the ears of all who were listening. Walter noticed the narrowed eyes of more than a few of the nobles; most notably, those who were older. If the butler had to guess, these were nobles who were around during the last Exalt's reign.

"It is my honor and privilege to introduce Erin of Plegia; the newly appointed king," Emmeryn gestured behind her. Seconds later, the familiar form of Erin strode to her side.

The aged man had looked far better groomed than when they had last saw him. His long graying hair was now tied back into a pristine ponytail, and his once scraggly beard was now trimmed and cleaned up. He no longer wore the attire of a mage—his pointed wizard hat substituted for the crown that Gangrel once wore—instead wearing clothing befitting of a royal such as him. Instead of the trickster-like clothing of Gangrel, he wore extravagant robes instead; all in the similar color scheme, however.

"Thank you, Exalt Emmeryn," the newly appointed ruler of Plegia bowed his head slightly in respect. "I thank you for allowing me to attend this celebration; I had assumed that the bad blood between our two countries had run far too deep for you to even consider sending an invitation. I'm glad that—once again—you prove yourself to be quite the gracious ruler, Exalt Emmeryn," Erin smiled.

Walter made note of the general mood of the room. While most seemed rather receptive to the Plegian King, others looked rather… annoyed, to say the least; as if they considered it to be an afront that the man even set foot within their country.

"I understand the damage that my predecessor—the Mad King of Plegia, Gangrel—caused you, Ylisseans. I do not come here to ask you all to forgive Plegia of the transgressions; the crimes that were committed under his rule are nigh unforgivable," Erin sighed. "I stand beside your Exalt as an affirmation of a promise I made to my country, to myself, and to her. I promise you that Plegia will do it's best to right the wrongs of the past; to do it's part in ushering in a long lasting peace between our nations. For too long have we allowed the past to rule over us; Gangrel himself was nothing more than an avatar of hatred—unable to look to the future and see the consequences of his revenge filled conquest. I vow to never allow Plegia to go down that path ever again; to lead my nation down the same path that your dear Exalt has led Ylisse. A path of peace and prosperity; a path that will allow generations to come to never have to experience the horrors of war!"

Applause erupted from the crowd at the declaration. Walter couldn't help but smirk at the support the Plegian King had rallied. Already, things were looking quite promising for the future. Although, Walter could tell there were a few nobles that were less than enthused, he knew that they were ultimately inconsequential.

"Thank you, King Erin," Emmeryn grinned. "May we coexist in peace for the rest of time."

"Indeed," Erin lowered his head respectfully, Emmeryn returning the favor.

"Now then, before we begin the celebration proper, the prince of Ylisse—my younger brother, Chrom—has a few words to share with you all," Emmeryn stepped aside for the prince to take her place at the front.

"Thank you, Emm," Chrom cleared his throat as he began his speech. "Friends, as my sister said before, I thank you all for gathering here. Although—I admit—speeches are nowhere near my forte, I felt that I must be the one to make this announcement," the prince swallowed as he mustered his courage to speak.

"When this conflict first began little over three months ago in August, I will admit that I was scarcely prepared for it. Though I led my own militia—the Shepherds—I was hardly ready for the responsibility that helping lead our military entailed. I was—for lack of a better term—green, and I have no shame in admitting this," Chrom closed his eyes. "There are those of you that are probably wondering how the Shepherds—which I am proud to say have achieved a prestige that surpasses that of the Ylissean Royal Guard, and matches that of the Pegasus Knights—achieved victory after victory without a single casualty. That is where I have to begin."

"It was July 16th earlier this year—a full month before all the fighting began. My sister, Frederick—my retainer and bodyguard, and I were making our rounds just several miles from Southtown. We were on the path to the town when we happened upon something extraordinary; someone extraordinary," Chrom smirked. Walter—who was listening intently—sat in his chair, frozen.

"A man—an older gentleman looking to be in his mid to late sixties—was lying on the side of the road, unconscious," the prince began his tale. "When we roused the man from his slumber, he revealed to us that he had no idea where he was, or how he had gotten there. My bodyguard—Frederick—was naturally wary of the stranger, and he insisted that the man was a criminal waiting for an opening to slit my throat. Although the circumstances surrounding the man were strange, I chose to place my trust in him for the time being; at least until we arrived in Southtown and he could explain himself. However, we'd soon be called to battle, as brigands were attacking the town just as we were approaching it."

"The tables were stacked against us, and people's lives were on the line. The leader was holding one of town's maidens hostage, and we were helpless to save her… that is…" Chrom smirked. "…until that stranger we'd just met joined the fight."

Everyone in the room seemed intrigued with the prince's story; captivated by the tale. Even the Shepherds seemed intrigued; though Walter noted that it was probably due to the fact that no one had ever been told of how it is he'd come to meet Chrom.

"That man—that man who couldn't have been younger than sixty—proceeded to decimate the brigands without breaking a sweat. Naturally, after that display, he was asked to join the Shepherds; an offer he accepted immediately. It wasn't long before this man established himself as not only one of the most powerful men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, but one of the best; someone who I—along with every other member of my militia—grew to trust with our lives."

Walter noticed that all of the Shepherds were now looking at him, smiling.

"Many of you know him by the titles he's earned throughout the last four months: the Shepherds Tactician, the Guardian Angel, Chrom's butler," there were a few chuckles and chortles at that last one. "He's an extraordinary man that we all owe a lot to. For a while, no one has really been able to place a face to those titles; he's never once been honored in public like he deserves. Today, we change that…" Chrom raised his hand and pointed to Walter.

"Today, I'd like to introduce Ylisse to the hero that defeated the Mad King of Plegia in single combat; the man who ended the war," Chrom grinned as he gestured for Walter stand up and join him at his side. "It's my honor to introduce, Walter Dornez!"

Walter felt his heart beating in his chest as a round of applause broke out as he stood up hesitantly. The crowd of people parted for him, giving way for him to make his way up the grand staircase, and to the prince's side. Striding through the crowd, Walter felt somewhat overwhelmed with the display of gratitude he was receiving. It was such a foreign thing for him; he'd spent decades of his life working in the shadows, killing all manner of undead, but now he was being formally recognized for the first time in his entire life. It felt… gratifying.

Ascending the steps so that he was now standing before the royal family, Walter followed Emmeryn's gesture to kneel. Getting down on one knee, lowering his head in respect, he waited for the Exalt to speak.

"Walter C. Dornez," Emmeryn began. "Do you pledge your loyalty to Ylisse and to her people?"

"I do."

"To protect the innocent, and to destroy the iniquitous?"

"I do."

"To be brave in the face of overwhelming odds; even when death is a certainty?"

"I do."

"To be a light that inspires hope, and drives away darkness?"

Walter hesitated for a moment. He was a vampire—artificial or not—he was a creature of darkness. What right did he have to be 'light'?

Now is the time for a vampire to walk the daylight, he thought in Alucard's voice.

"I do," Walter replied, fully certain of himself. Emmeryn smiled.

"Then—as the ruling Exalt of Ylisse—I name you 'Grandmaster Walter Dornez', the Guardian Angel of Ylisse," Emmeryn declared, handed an oaken box by Chrom which she would give to Walter. "Rise, Walter Dornez."

The butler followed the command and accepted the box he was given. Opening it, it contained a signed document bearing a stamp—the Brand of the Exalt—confirming his status as Grandmaster of Ylisse. Additionally, there was a silver badge that he could carry that also confirmed his identity as Grandmaster.

Applause erupted once more as Walter stood beside the royal family of Ylisse and the newly crowned king of Plegia. For once in his life, the butler felt truly content with who he was.

"Now," Emmeryn raised her hand. "Let the festivities begin!"

On cue, the music began to play in the background, signaling that the dance had finally begun. Food was being carted off to the those who were sitting at the tables surrounding the ballroom floor; most notably the Shepherds.

"Thank Naga that's done…" Chrom wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. Walter raised a brow at the prince.

"Already tired?" Walter smirked.

"Mentally, maybe," Chrom laughed. "I'm not good with speeches, you know." Walter laughed.

"Well, I think you did an excellent job, Chrom," Walter assured. "I'm honored that you spoke so highly of me."

"It's everything you deserve, Walter; you've earned that rank," the prince patted his friend on the shoulder.

"Hah, perhaps, but a thought occurred to me; you described me as a man in his sixties during your speech," Walter hummed. "Don't you think the people will find it odd that I now look like I'm in my twenties?" he asked. Chrom shrugged.

"Well, because of how many people saw you transform on the battlefield, word of mouth has spread that you're some kind of 'otherworldly being' that can change his age at will," Chrom laughed.

"That's… huh…?" Walter didn't now how to feel about that.

"Yeah, I know; it's kind of weird, but it at least makes that 'Guardian Angel' title of yours seem more convincing," the prince joked. Walter chuckled.

"Yes, it sort of does," the butler smirked. "Speaking of titles, what exactly does being 'Grandmaster' entail? I've never heard of a rank like that…"

"Well, that's because it was something Emmeryn and I made for you specifically," Chrom revealed; Walter's jaw dropping slightly. "All of the major positions within the country are already filled, so we just decided to delegate a few responsibilities onto a new position. It took some convincing, but Emmeryn managed to get the counsel to agree. As Grandmaster, you'll be in charge of the larger military operations—where squads go, who does what, and what supplies goes to who; think of it as being the tactician for every branch of military."

Walter blanched slightly.

"Sounds… like a lot of work…" Walter commented. "Still, I'll do my best."

Chrom grinned.

"That's all that matters, friend," the prince said sincerely. "Anyway, enough talk; how about we go and enjoy the festivities?"

Walter was about to agree when he suddenly realized something was missing. Looking around the room to confirm his suspicions, Walter's brows furrowed.

"You go on ahead, I need to go look for something really quick," the butler scanned the ballroom again. "I'll meet you on the ballroom floor."

Chrom nodded, leaving the butler at the top of the grand staircase by himself. Emmeryn, Lissa, and Erin had already descended to the ground floor, and were now intermingling with the crowd below. Still, Walter could not shake his apprehension.

Wandering down the stairs, he began to scan the crowd for who it was he looking for. He spotted Khans Basilio and Flavia entering the room; fashionably late it seems. The Shepherds were scattered around the area; some eating, others minding their own business, but most dancing with the rest of the crowd. He even spotted Chrom awkwardly trying his best to dance with Sumia; who looked as if she were even more awkward than him.

Still, no matter where he looked, he could not find 'her'…

"Walter…"

The butler froze in place. Turning slowly on his heels, he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight that greeted him.

Wearing the beautiful gown that Emmeryn had gifted her, Lucina stood before him demurely. She had the faintest traces of make-up on; just enough that it accentuated her natural beauty rather than hindered it. She had the smallest amount of blush applied to her cheeks—a faint rose pink—that matched the lipstick she had applied. Her midnight-blue hair was done up; looking exactly as it did when she was utilizing her 'Marth' persona.

"So…?" Lucina murmured uneasily, fidgeting in place. "…how do I look?"

"Luce…" the butler swallowing nervously. "You look… breathtaking," Walter gasped. Lucina blushed, stepping forward so that they were now inches apart.

"I…" she didn't meet his gaze, focusing more on the ground instead. "We haven't talked in a while, haven't we?"

"Y-yes… it has been…" Walter scratched his arm awkwardly. The couple stayed quiet for a moment.

"Lucina." "Walter."

Both paused again, having spoken at the same time.

"I…" Walter hesitated for a moment. "…er… you can go first…"

Lucina seemed taken aback.

"Uh… hmm… if you… well, if you insist…" Lucina gathered her courage, her expression a troubled one. "Walter… I realize that… I don't know why I've my doubts, but… if you may permit me to ask…" Lucina fidgeted in place nervously again.

"…do you still… love me?"

Whatever Walter was expecting her to say, that wasn't it. He couldn't believe what she'd asked, he could only stare at the woman in dull shock. Misinterpreting his silence, Lucina turned away solemnly.

"I see…" she murmured defeatedly. "…I understand, circumstances have changed… I'll leave you-"

"No! Please don't!" Walter exclaimed, taking hold of her forearm. Lucina looked back at him, briefly stunned.

"Lucina, why're you asking that? Of course, I do," Walter assured.

Lucina looked towards the ground once more, expression still downcast.

"I just… I don't know…" she muttered. "Looking back on all that you've done for me, I just realized how little I've actually done for you…" the princess sighed.

"It makes me wonder why you'd ever fall for me to begin with; what have I done…" she paused for a moment, considering what to say. "…right?"

Walter felt his throat dry up. He'd never given it much thought before; a possible fatal error in hindsight. Why did he love Lucina? Was everything he did—everything THEY did—done purely off of a paper-thin infatuation?

He stared at the princess for a few seconds, thinking long and hard about his response. Looking into her midnight-blue eyes, his mind became clearer and clearer on the issue. Raising a hand to her milky face, the butler softly caressed her cheek.

"Lucina, you are…" Walter considered his words carefully before proceeding. "…the most beautiful woman I've ever met; of all the women that have come and gone throughout my life—which there has been admittedly a few—you are the only one I've ever truly felt this close to. You are the only woman who's just as strong as you are stunning."

"But-"

"I don't know why you're under the impression that you've never done anything worthwhile for me; maybe I just never voiced it as much as I should've," Walter said, not allowing the bluenette to protest. "Remember the day I told you about what I did before joining the Shepherds? About how I… betrayed a group of people who placed their trust in me?"

Lucina nodded, recalling the night little over two months ago now.

"I haven't told anyone else about it: just you, Lucina," the butler revealed. "The trust you place in me is something that I value more than anything else in the world. Even after… even after I hurt you…" Walter winced as he recalled the two times he raised his wires against her.

"…even after I told you about what I did—you still chose to stand by my side. You still chose to trust in me; even when everyone else thought twice—even Chrom—you never lost faith in me," Walter smiled warmly. "How could I ever want anything more than that? I love you, Lucina; even if I didn't show it as much as I am now—know that I always have and always will."

Lucina looked absolutely speechless. Was her aunt right?

"Sometimes, the only thing you need to do to make a man love you is be there when no one else would. If there's one thing that I'm sure of, it's that sometimes all it takes for love to blossom is someone taking their hand and reassuring them that they aren't alone."

Emmeryn's voice echoed in her head.

What a fool I've been for doubting… Lucina sighed.

"Lucina…" Walter began again. "I don't know why you felt as if I stopped loving you… honestly, you have good reason to stop this relationship; much more than I do…"

It was Lucina's turn to be taken aback by her lover's words. Raising a brow, she lifted her gloved hand up to Walter's cheek. To her momentary dismay, the butler flinched at her touch.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly. Walter took a deep breath.

"Well… considering what I've become… I just felt as if…" the butler hesitated. "I just felt that it would… it would only be natural if you—seeing as how I'm now a vampire… if you stopped loving me."

Lucina stared at him.

"What?" the princess questioned, standing slightly taller, indignant. "I see no reason why that would change anything…" she muttered confusedly. Walter shrugged.

"Well… I just thought that—because this isn't the… er… body you are familiar with…" Walter saw a faint blush appear on Lucina's cheeks at the mention of their… intimacy. "I was worried that your feelings for me would change; that things would be too different for us to continue."

Lucina's eyes widened. She seemed absolutely appalled by what he'd just said.

"Walter…" the princess sighed. "I didn't fall in love with you because of the way you looked before today," she smiled warmly as she lifted a hand to his cheek.

"I love you because of who you are; what you've done. You are unlike any man I've ever met, and I think it's reasonable to assume that you'll be unlike any man I'll ever meet. I'll admit that you being closer to my age certainly magnified my feelings towards you…" the princess' blush deepened as she glanced off to the side in embarrassment. "…but I won't lie and say that these feelings didn't exist when you were still decades my senior."

Walter's mouth hung open slightly. That was certainly a… surprise; a welcome one at that.

"When?" he questioned, legitimately curious. Lucina refused to meet his gaze.

"Well, it was…" she began quietly. "…the day the attempt on aunt Emmeryn's life occurred," the girl seemed to shrink from the embarrassment.

"After the battle—when we spoke in private within you room; that's when my feelings for you began," she admitted. "I was just so… taken in by your kindness; you taking the time to ease my doubts and fears is about one of the kindest things anyone has ever done for me. Then the day afterwards when you took me out with you and I was able to experience what it was like to be… to be normal for once…" Lucina snuggled closer to the butler.

"…how could I not fall in love?" she whispered. "You being as young as you are now is a welcome bonus, but—I promise you—that if you were still a decade or two older than I—I would love you all the same."

"Is that so?" Walter seemed to perk up. "Well… that IS a relief…"

"Yes…" Lucina laughed slightly, thinking of her eased doubts. "I'm certainly… relived as well…"

Lucina stared at Walter—who now looked at her like she was the only woman in the world: the only woman in HIS world. The princess laughed happily, a smile forming on her face. She couldn't resist the tears forming in her eyes, nor the need to hold the butler close and never let him go.

"Lucina?" Walter asked, somewhat concerned as to why she was beginning to cry. However, his worries were put to rest as the princess leaned forward—getting on her tiptoes just a bit—and kissed him.

Briefly taken off guard, Walter was quick to return the kiss with the same passion. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in closer—their kiss deepening. Neither of them kept track of how long their lips were locked: ten seconds? twenty seconds? thirty seconds? They didn't know, nor did they care. They didn't care about the future to come; they were content to simply sit down and worry about it later. For now, they wished to enjoy this moment: this brief reprieve from all the fighting.

"Hold me…" Lucina murmured in the butler's ear as their lips parted. Walter obliged without hesitation.

The two noticed that music had begun to slow, and that people all around them were pairing off with one another.

Time for a slow dance… Walter thought to himself with a sigh.

"Do you know how to dance?" Walter asked quietly. Lucina—face buried in his chest—shook her head.

"No… I never learned…" she replied honestly. Walter chuckled as he planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Funny, considering all the parties and balls I've not only been to, but planned, I've never once considered learning…" the butler hummed. "Just place your arm over my shoulder and follow the slow rhythm of the music…" he instructed.

Lucina wordlessly followed him. Walter relocated his arms so that they were wrapped around her waist. The princess stiffened—feeling where she was being held.

"Relax…" Walter murmured. Lucina took a calming breath and loosened herself up a bit.

Although she hadn't even the slightest idea as to what she was doing—Walter only seeming to know the basics—Lucina found herself enjoying the moment. She'd buried her face into Walter's chest for fear of revealing the teary-eyed blushing mess she'd become, but suddenly she felt the urge to look the man in the eyes; to lose herself in the sea of shimmering silver. Hesitantly, she lifted her head up to meet Walter's gaze.

Midnight-blue met silver as she looked up at the butler. He was staring so intently at her. In this moment, no one else existed; nary a single thing to worry about. At this moment, the world consisted of only the two of them. They swayed slowly in time with the music, following each other's lead. Though there were a few mishaps here and there, but they were trivial to the absolute heaven that this moment had become.

"Lucina…" Walter broke the silence between the two of them. "What're you going to do now?" he murmured in her ear.

"Hmm? I don't understand," she whispered back, still gazing into his eyes.

"I mean, what're you going to do now that Gangrel is defeated?" Walter clarified. "All the events that you said would lead to the end times, they've all been stopped, right?"

Lucina nodded slowly.

"Yes, they have," she answered, voice still a whisper. "In honesty, I don't know what I'm going to do now. I thought about leaving Ylisstol once more to travel—perhaps search for my allies from the future—but now I'm not so certain…" Lucina leaned in closer to the butler.

"I don't want to leave you…" she closed her eyes and melted into him again; face buried into his chest.

"Well… I don't want you to go either…" Walter whispered. "I actually have something to show you later tonight…"

"Hmm? Something to show me?" Lucina spoke into his chest, focused intently on his heartbeat. "What is it?"

Walter shook his head.

"It's a surprise…"


Hours passed and the sun set as the celebrations continued. More and more guests appeared—including General Mustafa and his family. There were laughs to be had, some at the expense of others.

However, as with all good things, the celebration had to come to an end eventually. It was well into the night, just around 11:20 P.M. did the guests finally begin to tire and leave for their homes. Now, the only ones left 'partying' were a few young and drunk nobles, and—of course—the Shepherds.

"Now let me get this straight…" Vaike stared at Walter, swishing the wine in his glass. "One of your CLOSEST friends before you met us was the 'king of all vampires'?" Vaike slurred through his words.

"I wouldn't say 'friends', more like vitriolic co-workers," Walter corrected, taking small sips of his own wine.

"Dude, that still doesn't change the fact that you worked with—at least you claim—what is probably the monster to end all monsters," Gaius took a sip of his own wine. "I mean, Gangrel was PRETTY scary, but now you're telling me that there's a KING of vampires? I think Imma be keeping a blessed knife in my boot from now…"

"Oh, calm down," Walter rolled his eyes. "You already carry a knife in your boot to begin with."

"Yeah, you're right there," as if to demonstrate, the thief pulled out a dirk.

"Wait, you smuggled a weapon into the ball!?" Maribelle exclaimed; cheeks rosy red from all the wine she'd drank. "You… you… you scummy, low-life, criminal! I ought to have you prosecuted!" she could barely get through her sentence without hiccuping at least ten times.

"Oh jeez, looks like Maribelle drank a bit too much…" Lissa sighed as she watched her best friend verbally tear into Gaius. "I think someone's gonna need to walk her to her carriage…"

"I'll do it," Gaius answered, not perturbed by the angry noble glaring daggers at him. "I owe it to it Twinkles to make sure she gets home safely."

Walter raised a brow.

"Owe her? How on earth do you owe Maribelle? The two of you hardly ever interact," Walter questioned. Gaius shrugged.

"Eh… well… there's a reason for that…" the ginger thief scratched his arm nervously. "Either way, that's a story for another time. I think I'll take her home now…"

Gaius shoved his dirk back in his boot, got up, and began walking away. Before anyone could bring up the fact that he wasn't taking Maribelle with him, said noble began tailing him—slurring a string of angry insults and names behind him, like a tiny dog barking at a stranger. When they were out of the room, Vaike spoke up again.

"Hey, do you think the reason ol' Gaius owes Maribelle is…?" as if to demonstrate, Vaike implied a certain 'action' that two people partake in using both of his hands. Stahl raised a brow, having caught on.

"Oh… jeez… I don't think that's it, man…" Stahl shook his head. "I mean, Gaius and her? Do you think for a moment that Maribelle would EVER let a thief like him touch her? Let alone dropping her pant-"

"Stahl…" Walter chided the cavalier. "Keep it PG-13, please…"

"What does 'PG-13' mean?" Stahl questioned. Walter smacked his forehead.

"Of course, you wouldn't know what that meant…" Walter sighed. "Just… never mind…"

"Hey…" Vaike looked around the room. "Anyone seen Virion?"

The other Shepherds still present shook their heads.

"Eh, Gregor saw Virion leave party with Sullykins just few minutes ago. They were looking very… handsy…" Gregor answered. Vaike's jaw dropped.

"That sly bastard…" Vaike muttered with a smirk on his face. "Off to go do the 'horizontal tango' right under our noses…"

"Er… what's a 'horizontal tango'?" Donnel asked.

"Gregor will tell you when you are older, Don-"

"It means sex!" Nowi interrupted Gregor, rather loudly in fact. There were a couple Shepherds that did a spit take; others—like Cordelia, for example—were blushing heavily.

"That is NOT something you say out loud, Nowi…" Walter chuckled. Nowi nodded happily.

"Oh, I know; I just wanted to get a reaction out of you guys," she grinned cheekily. "I'm glad I was successful!"

Walter shook his head as the conversation continued.

"Jeez, Sully and Virion though? I never saw that coming…" Stahl shrugged.

"You did not see what Gregor see; Sullykins and Virion act like old married couple," Gregor hummed as he took a sip of wine. "Usually not good to be arguing and angry at each other in relationship, no? However, they are less angry and more playful—at least that is what Gregor notices."

"Meh, I'm a bit surprised though," Lissa looked over to Stahl. "I always thought you'd be the one to hit it off with Sully; you two have always been close."

Stahl shook his head.

"Nah, we've never seen each other in that way, y'know," the cavalier shrugged, sipping his wine. "Sully and I are more like siblings; brother and sister."

"Ah, that makes sense…" Lissa made an 'o' with her mouth.

Walter hummed as he looked down at his pocket watch. Seeing how late it was getting, the butler stood up and grabbed his coat off the chair he sat at.

"I think I'm going to call it a night," Walter said as her slung his frock coat over his shoulder. "Donnel…" the butler looked over to his apprentice.

"Don't stay up too late, we have work to do tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir," Donnel saluted him. Walter smiled and nodded.

"I'll see everyone else tomorrow," the butler waved good-bye as he made his way out of the ballroom.

Exiting, the butler grinned to see Lucina waiting for him by the palace exit.

"You could've joined us, Luce," Walter commented as he took her hand into his own. The princess shook her head.

"No, I can't be selfish and keep you to myself all the time," she grinned. Walter chuckled.

"I suppose that's true…" the butler sighed. "Well, it's about time I show you your surprise."

Walter tugged lightly on the princess' arm; a signal for her to follow him. Lucina strode beside him without hesitation. Exiting the palace however, the duo was greeted by the chilling autumn night. Lucina—wearing only a ball gown—shivered next to Walter. Furrowing his brows, the butler quickly wrapped his coat over her bare shoulders.

"Thank you…" Lucina blushed, unable to resist smiling.

"Of course," Walter replied as he held her close, sharing his warmth.

Walking the empty streets of Ylisstol, the couple wandered around the upper district of the city. The streets were lit with lanterns to guide their way, the sky above was a sea of stars. The lights of the houses they passed were dimmed; men and women, couples turning in for the night.

"Where are we going?" Lucina asked after they rounded what had to have been the twentieth corner.

"You'll see…" Walter answered cryptically, a smile on his face. Lucina pouted, anxious to see what it was she was being given.

They strode through the empty streets for at least five minutes more before they finally came to halt. Standing in front of a medium-sized stone cottage, the butler rummaged through his pant's pockets before he pulled out a golden key. Leading Lucina to the front door—which she then realized was blue with the brand of the exalt painted on it in white—Walter placed the key in the door, unlocking it. Swinging the door open, he ushered the princess inside before closing the entrance behind them. The princess felt her heart beating in her chest.

"What…?" she murmured as she looked around.

The cottage was fully furnished; kitchen, dining area, and living area. The floor was a black oak, sanded down and given a shiny finish; the walls made of whitish gray bricks. A deep blue loveseat sat perpendicular to a matching armchair; both placed around a stone fireplace. Two bookcases sat on opposite sides of the fireplace; empty but ready to be filled. The kitchen area was on the left, just opposite to the living area. The counters were made from a dark brown mahogany, their tops a contrasting white marble; a food cupboard right next to the furnace on the counter's right. A rustic table sat at the center of the room—right underneath an unlit chandelier; though it accommodates more, only two chairs were present around it.

"I don't…" Lucina was speechless. "What is…?"

"This is for you," Walter said simply, holding out the key he used to unlock the front door.

"I… I…" Lucina swallowed, blinking a couple times to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

"You haven't even seen the bedroom and bathroom," Walter pointed to the doors on the far back wall. "Honestly though, it seems Emmeryn went above and beyond with furnishing this-"

"Walter," Lucina interrupted the butler, and gave him a stare. "What is this?" she asked, finally regaining her composure. Walter smiled.

"Your home," he replied simply. Lucina stared at the butler, eyes watering slightly.

"My… home?" she murmured.

"Yes," Walter smiled. "You see, Emmeryn offered to give me anything I requested; so long as it was within her power, of course. I already have everything I could ever want so I was about to deny her offer when I thought about you. So, I requested a modest home—nothing too big, but certainly nothing too small. Emmeryn gave me the key to this cottage earlier today, actually," the butler continued to offer the key to the princess. Lucina, however, was still absolutely stunned.

"I... but… why?" she questioned.

"Because you deserve to be able to live a normal life; that of an average woman," Walter sighed. "I know that it's likely that we'll both be called to battle once more, but until then I want you to be able to experience a life without worry; one where the only thing you'll have to think about is what to do on any given day."

Lucina took a deep breath; vainly attempting to keep a grip on her emotions. This was too much—how much was this man going to do for her? Looking at the key in his hands, she hesitantly reached for it and took it. It felt heavier than it probably was. She placed it down on the table and looked up at the butler with tear filled eyes.

"Lucina, you-"

Whatever the butler had to say was quickly forgotten as Lucina practically leapt into him. Her lips pressed against hers with such intense want—with such intense need—that Walter was completely engrossed in the kiss. For once, he wasn't in control; Lucina pushing him back until he was sandwiched between the door to the bedroom, and the bluenette girl.

Lips finally parting so that they could catch their breath, Lucina looked up at Walter; who's expression was simply a wide-eyed stare.

"I- Luce- you-" the butler panted. His train of thought was swiftly derailed once more as Lucina pressed her mouth to his again.

Resigning himself to simply enjoy the euphoria of the moment, Walter mentally shrugged and met the princess' intensity with his own. One hand wrapped around Lucina, and the other fumbling with the door he was backed up against; Walter let himself be lost in the passion. Finally managing to turn the doorknob, the entrance to the bedroom swung open; giving way for the two lovers to enter.

Lucina kicked the door closed behind them without ever parting with Walter; she was simply too engrossed in her… 'thank you' to the butler. Still in control of where they went, she pushed him onto the queen-sized mattress that occupied the room; unceremoniously landing on top of Walter. She parted her lips, an invitation for the butler to delve deeper; an invitation he accepted without second thought. Lucina took the opportunity to do the same—following her instincts.

Walter reached around to the princess' back and began to unlace the gown she wore. He took her breaths and moans as further invitation to continue; or perhaps even a demand for him to move faster. The butler felt his heart skip a beat as he felt Lucina's slender hands begin to work at the buttons to his waistcoat and shirt.

Knowing they couldn't very well continue without breaking from their kiss, the two parted simultaneously. Walter stared up at Lucina, who had mounted him. Moonlight seeped into the room through the window, illuminating the room slightly. She looked disheveled; her done up her hair falling back to its normal appearance, and her pale cheeks a rosy red. The princess' mouth was half open, letting out small breathy moans.

"Walter…" she breathed his name.

"Lucina…" he responded in kind.

It was a blur from that point forward: the discarded clothing, the tangled limbs, the cries and moans. Much like it was that night two weeks ago in Ferox, Walter discarded his worries and focused on the woman lying underneath him; staring up at him with her want filled eyes.

Lucina felt her breath hitch with every minute movement; she couldn't suppress it. Looking up at the man hovering above her, she forgot about the world around her; duty and fate, they were inconsequential at this moment. In the throes of passion, all that existed was him and her.

There was no Risen…

…no apocalypse…

…and no Grima.

Together, whatever the future held; they would overcome it…

…at least, that's what they believed.


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TIME UNKNOWN

"To think that braggart, Gangrel could grow so powerful; it's inconceivable... not to mention how far everything has diverged off it's destined course. It's… this is… troublesome…"

"Silence, Validar…"

Validar, once high priest of the Grimleal, flinched at the command. Lowering his head respectfully, the sorcerer relented.

"Forgive me, milord…" he apologized. "I realize that your grand plan will come to fruition no matter how far the events diverge; I apologize if it seemed as if I my faith was shaken."

"It is fine, my servant…" the hooded figure who Validar bowed to said calmly. He sat upon an ethereal throne among this endless void, peering down at the Grimleal priest.

"If I am to be honest, I could never have foreseen such a sharp turn of events…" the being admitted. "That troublesome princess has managed to throw everything into such disarray; I was remiss to let her survive as long as I did…" the figure sneered under his hood.

"… a mistake that will not be repeated."

The figure raised his hand, an image of Walter Dornez appearing before him and Gangrel.

"This 'Walter Dornez'…" the hooded figure stared at the butler intently. "Are you certain that the 'heart' resides within him?"

"Yes, I am," Validar nodded, glaring at the image of the man that had rained agony down upon him. "I saw the mark on the back of his left hand; there was no mistaking it."

The dark figure in his throne hummed at the reaffirmation. He was absolutely fascinated by this new… prospect.

"And yet he looks nothing like he's supposed to…" he noted.

"The work of that impudent dragon, Naga, milord," Validar explained. "When his mother stole him from me, she was determined he never be found. I've no idea where he's been for the last twenty-three years, all I know is that it was his traitor of a mother that hid him away. She had his appearance altered by Naga so that he would never be recognized; a vain attempt at circumventing his destiny," Validar finished. The monster that sat atop the throne chuckled.

"Well, perhaps her hiding of him was a blessing in disguise…" the hooded figure interlocked his fingers. "Wherever he was for the last twenty-three years, he's managed to gain a substantial amount of power; he far exceeds the power of my current vessel. What could be done with that strength… how marvelous…" the monster grinned twistedly.

"However…" the monster's grin faded. "…first we must correct these 'changes' that fool of a princess made…"

"How, milord?" Validar asked. "The Grimleal are on the verge of being ousted from Plegia, and you—milord—are still recovering your strength. What will be done to correct this catastrophe, and what may I do to help put it in motion?"

"Validar…" the hooded figure raised a hand to silence him. "You will do nothing for now; correcting these changes is not your role," he grinned once more.

"The duty of correcting these 'errors' will fall upon one of my new 'pets'…" the monster chuckled darkly. "This 'Walter Dornez' seems keen on changing the future? Well, it is only fitting that it be the 'past' that keep him back…"

Validar stared up at his god in confusion. The past? What on earth did that mean?

"It seems your poor little minion is a bit… confused…" an unfamiliar voice rang out from behind the dark god's throne. "Allow me to enlighten him…" a man spoke in an accent unfamiliar to Validar. It sounded unlike any accent that he'd ever heard.

"Walter Dornez is nothing more than a rogue experiment; a broken turncoat. A weapon fashioned to be wielded by his betters; a tool and nothing more…" a person the voice belonged to approached Validar. "As the man who made him into what he is now, I feel it is only necessary that I be the one to reign him back in…"

Validar stared at the man who had now come into view.

"Allow me to introduce myself…" the stranger grinned. His appearance was odd to say the least; he wore a white coat of sorts over a strange shirt that showed off his lower torso. He wore a strange multi-lensed pair of glasses, which obscured his eyes, and bore a cheshire grin. His golden locks were parted at the center and reached all the way to his shoulders. Disgustingly, the man's clothing seemed to be stained with blood, splotches of red dotting his coat.

"I am a visionary—a medical prophet…" the man's grin widened as he stared up at the image of Walter; the image reflecting off his glasses. "However, you may call me…"

"…Herr Doktor."

(End of Part I)


Writer's Notes

Well... here we are...

I think I'll give my thoughts and opinions after I get the reviews and behind keyboard stuff out of the way.


Behind the Keyboard

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Re-ordering the events - The conversation that Walter and Lucina had on the dance floor originally took place directly after the meeting between Ylisse, Plegia, and Ferox's leaders. Actually, the conversation on the dance floor is technically the blending of two different conversations; which is why I relocated the first one to begin with. It would've been redundant if I had two scenes involving the two talking about their feelings.

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Shepherds at the party - The blurb before Walter takes Lucina to her new home was thrown in. Originally, the Shepherds barely made an appearance in this chapter; an issue I hopefully rectified.

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Aergaia - Well, I didn't break my record this time around. I DO sleep, I just sleep faster than everyone else.

Well, I didn't give Walter and Lucina a 'moment' last chapter was because they get plenty in this chapter. Also, looks like Validar and his hooded master—which we ALL know the identity of, but I will still avoid revealing out loud—are planning their counter, and it involves a revived Herr Doktor. How is he alive? Well, that's a question to be answered another time...

Yeah, next story arc is going to involve a lot more characters, which means that I'm gonna have to be coming up with character arcs for them all to go through. As for Robin... well... there are plans...

Thanks, I always appreciate the support; I honestly think that I get a bit more than I deserve sometimes, but 'ey, it shows that I least SORT OF know what I'm doing.

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Bridd - Ah... yeah... I didn't give much context for why Walter loved Lucina, did I? Well, I tried to explain that a bit in this chapter, but I suppose a more in-depth explanation is in order; which requires I reference events from prior chapters, so bear with me for a moment.

Upon their initial meeting—and Lucina promptly removing her mask—this is the description that you're treated to.

Marth lifted her hand to the mask on her face. Removing it, she revealed a set of beautifully vibrant blue eyes that matched her midnight blue locks. Her pale milky skin shone in the moonlight, surprising Walter. She was most definitely a woman; an ivory skinned maiden. ~ Walter Dornez of the Emblem, Chapter 3 - The Risen.

It's written in a way that implies that Walter recognizes her as beautiful at first sight. The way she's described is meant invoke this feeling of awe, and I even describe Walter as surprised. So that sets up the idea that Walter found her attractive even as far back as chapter 2. Why he doesn't act upon these feelings is brought up later in chapter 14.

"Excellent!" Walter swiped the dress off it's hanger, grabbed a pair of flats that matched the dress, and shuffled Lucina into a dressing booth. The butler waited several minutes, eager to see how Lucina looked in the dress. When she came out of the booth, she looked absolutely beautiful. Honestly, if Walter were a younger, less controlled, man he would've probably blushed. ~ Walter Dornez of the Emblem, Chapter 15 - Leisure Time.

This establishes the precedent that he'd act on these feelings were he younger; which does come to pass later on.

The argument that Walter doesn't have as many reasons to love Lucina as she does to love him is... not entirely sound, at least in my opinion. What Lucina does for Walter is arguably even more significant than anything he does for her, it's all in the context. Walter's a man who lost everything he ever had all because he made a mistake and turned traitor. He doesn't trust himself—that's one of the reasons he kept refusing to release the seal.

With that in mind, place yourself in Walter's shoes for a moment: you've been told that the man closest to your master—someone who you consider a close friend—will be the one to kill him. The source of the information is sound and reliable, so you have no reason to doubt it's validity. You're still healing from the greatest mistake of your life, which happens to be betraying your last master; is it any wonder why Walter is troubled? You've just revealed your past treachery to the person MOST LIKELY to kill you on the spot for that very reason...

...and they chose not to. Instead, she chooses to cup your cheek in her hand and tell you that she believes that you're a good man; that you won't ever repeat that mistake ever again.

Sometimes, all it takes for you to like someone is knowing that they're in your corner no matter what. It's not a matter of how MUCH they do for you, but rather WHAT they do for you. To Walter, this girl—that he's already admitted to looking beautiful—has told him that she trusts him, despite having every reason not to.

She only continues to give him her support as well, most notably here; a moment where he had little to no support from anyone.

"I feel…" Lucina spoke up again, only to once again find herself incapable of speaking. She looked to her father for help, but was only met with a confused stare; a stare bellied with distress.

Then her eyes met Walter's…

In his eyes she saw not desperation, but hope. Lucina felt something tug at her heart strings. She knew not the feeling she felt, but part of her felt the need to defend his decision. Whatever it was, it was overpowering her obligations—overpowering the very drive that had caused her to return to the past in the first place. This man, this butler—no, this angel from another land—Lucina trusted him. ~ Walter Dornez of the Emblem, Chapter 27 - Leisure Time.

That's just the first reason, second reason for the shift in their relationship into a romantic one is far more simple: hormones.

Walter went from a man in his adulthood—his forties before his de-aging into back into a teenager—to a teenager. Take into account the fact that he's ALWAYS recognized that Lucina's beautiful, and you have a recipe for sexual tension. Practically at the snap of a finger, he's gone from having the libido of a forty to sixty year old, to the libido of a fifteen to sixteen year old; the ages where that sex drive is at it's highest for men. It's only natural that he'd suddenly be unable to suppress himself anymore.

Also, there's the 'Florence Nightingale Effect'. For much of the story, Walter was the only shoulder Lucina had; he still kind of is. Quite a bit of his interactions with her involves him trying to 'treat' her; allowing her to experience normalcy. Of course, this isn't the driving force behind Walter's attraction to her, just another possible source.

Overall, please please please please PLEASE...

...do NOT take this response as me getting offended with your opinion; it's actually the opposite, I'm actually delighted that someone is questioning my choice.

The fact that you have the opinion you have tells me that I slipped up a bit on writing Walter's feelings for Lucina; I was TOO focused on giving reasons for Lucina to love him, but not making it obvious as to WHY Walter loves her. So—thanks to you—I'll have the foresight to be more careful in the future.

So thank you for the review, and I actually really do mean that.

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Touhoufanatic - Well, I certainly walk the line between the two ratings, don't I? With the violence from last chapter and the sexuality of the end of this chapter, I really do stretch the 'T' rating...

What can be done to help prepare for the sequel/next arc? Give me time, that's all it really takes. Of course, suggestions and ideas are welcome, speaking of which...

...I never considered making Walter and Lucina's possible child a dhampir. That's... well... that's going into the proverbial idea bucket, so thank you.

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GUEST(the one and only) - Alucard having the strangest ideas isn't surprising; he is Alucard.

Calling Gangrel a 'poor sad boy' sounds something Anderson would be more likely to say; maybe Alucard. At the end of the day, Walter's pity well for Gangrel was dried up, and equating him to anything more than what he was—a crazy bloodthirsty monster—was not something he was going to do.

Well, we'll see how true Gangrel's last words are in the future...

Well, Walter's an artificial vampire. His fight with Alucard was pretty even, until he started degenerating, so it's only natural that he starts out pretty OP.

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This has been a trip, hasn't it? To think that this arc is finally drawing to a close; I've said this for the last few chapters, but this really is surreal. This is it, we've wrapped up the character arc that Walter's had from the very beginning. That blurb in the summary for this fic, "Will Walter be able to defy fate and stop the apocalypse, or will he succumb to his dark and terrible past?" that's what this part of the story has been about; whether or not he succumbs to his own inner darkness.

I mean, I already explained it at the end of last chapter; Walter's character arc and what not. I don't think I need to again.

To think that this might be the last chapter of this story...

If it is, I'll make a sequel; if not, I'll simply continue to post new chapters here. As of before posting this chapter, this fic has 194 reviews, 290 follows, and 259 favorites; not bad for a hard sell like this story.

I'm gonna be honest, I'm a bit emotional writing this; I'm not teary eyed or wailing like a banshee, but my heart is beating and my throat is a bit dry. I've poured nearly five years into this story—technically three if we discount the two years that this story was in limbo. This is sort of a time capsule for me, a story that charts my growth as a writer. Thanks to these little blurbs at the end, it also shows how much I've gone through since starting.

What was once a secondary project for a hobby has sort of... become a part of me; a part of my daily life. I have college, I have games, I have art, I have working-out, and I have this: Walter Dornez of the Emblem.

I may not have the most popular fanfic out there, I'm a relative nobody even by Fan Fictionstandards, but I kind of don't care. That's because every time I post a chapter, there's just this slew of people who take the time out of their day to review. I'm already thankful to the people who read this fanfic, but I have to give my specific thank yous to some specific reviewers who reviewed many times throughout this story's run.


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Touhoufanatic - Of the consistent reviewers, you are the one that's been around the longest—since this came out of hiatus back when chapter 10 came out in 2017. Your reviews have always been short and to the point, but have NEVER failed to make me smile. Your comments on the chapters have always been a welcome reminder of the kind people I write this story for.

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Neema Amiry - You haven't left a review in awhile, so I hope I didn't scare you off somehow XD. If that's not the case, I hope you're doing well. You've been reviewing consistently the second longest, right behind 'Touhoufanatic'. Although your reviews were often even shorter than 'Touhoufanatic's', they still served as encouragement for me to keep writing.

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pt1oef - You jumped on-board this 'train' rather suddenly around the time I posted chapter 18 - Moving Forward. What makes you stick out is the fact that you left a review on practically EVERY CHAPTER PRIOR TO THAT ONE. I remember checking my emails and suddenly getting a wave of notifications that someone was going through the fanfic so far and commenting every time they finished a chapter! That kind of thing sticks with you as writer. Like Neema Amiry, you haven't reviewed in awhile, so I hope you're doing alright.

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Aergaia - From what I can tell, you posted your first review when the now deleted update chapter was released (the original chapter 22). You've certainly been the most consistent when it's come to writing longer reviews that have always been joys to read; although I think you're first review was a short one commenting on the cover art I drew for the fanfic. You're questions have always been a pleasure to respond to—although I guess I could say that about everyone who's ever reviewed, so...
It's notable, you're reviews have been the ones to push me to try harder to produce the best that I could. For example, your review on chapter 29 when you commented that that Shepherds interactions with Walter were weak, that made me rethink my plans for chapter 30 and beyond. So if anyone's going to take the trophy for reviewer that caused me to change one or two aspects of the story, it's you.

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kerrowe - you have no idea how many times I nearly mispelled your user name in the review responses... just a comment I felt like making. Anyway, much like 'Aergaia', you've often left longer reviews than other people; however, you were seemingly always guessing what came next, and I liked that. I mean, there's no end to the gratification I felt when I successfully duped a person into thinking one thing, only for it to be wrong. I also have to say, you're last review(if that is actually you, because it wasn't posted through your account) reminded me that I didn't mention the blessed weapons being handed out to the soldiers in chapter 30, so I made sure to write that in to chapter 31. There are so many plot threads I have to keep track of, so it really did help when you reminded me about that one.

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I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone not thanking you specifically, but I have to give kudos where it is due. This guys have been the most consistent, and have reviewing the longest. That's not to say that I don't appreciate any of you, it's just that these five have done the most to stick out (other than 'GUEST', because I'm easily amused).

I think this has gone on long enough, and part of me is stalling for time...

I've gotta end it.

Once again, thank you all—the readers. This has been a journey and a half, and I've enjoyed every second of it so far. There's been ups, there's been downs, but I love it all.

If this is the final chapter of this story, I'll see you all in the sequel.

If this isn't, I'll see you all next time.

~WizardCantNameThings