Fire Emblem Three Houses: Five Years War

I don't own Fire Emblem Three Houses, or any of its characters. This will be a series of one-shots concerning the five years timeskip that occurs right as the war starts. It will contain spoilers for the Azure Moon storyline, and the supports of some characters.

I will treat everyone from the Black Eagles as being recruited by either the Golden Deer or the Blue Lion house, except Hubert who's impossible to recruit. I will attempt to put the shipping to the side as much as possible, but here's what you can expect: Dimitri/F!Byleth, Claude/Hilda, Ferdinand/Dorothea, Petra/Linhardt, Caspar/Bernadetta, Felix/Annette, Dedue/Flayn, Lorenz/Leonie, Sylvain/Ingrid, Lysithea/Cyril, Catherine/Seteth. It will also contain the Ashen Wolves, who will get a dedicated chapter.

I might operate some minor design changes for some of the characters who don't have any post timeskip designs (Catherine, Shamir, Seteth and Flayn for example).

If you absolutely, positively, need to know what I think of the characters, here's a tier list: /list/fire-emblem/fire-emblem-three-houses-characters-timeskip-spoilers-159689/820987

That said, I hope you enjoy your read.

Chapter 15: Black Eagles

"Fallen Heirs" Around the Great Tree Moon (April) of Imperial Year 1181

"There must be something I can do."

The phrase woke Linhardt up. He had forgotten how Ferdinand could be such a stuck up, even in desperate situation like the one they found themselves in. It was precisely the desperate situation that had made Linhardt forget about his comrades' most annoying traits. Edelgard and Hubert were always so tense, despite being his friend, he would call Caspar an idiot most of the time, Bernadetta was always so scared for no good reason and Dorothea wouldn't stop flirting with him. Really, there was only Petra who wouldn't annoy him, the only inconvenience she would bring would be her difficulty to adapt to Fodlanese. He could hardly blame her for that since he was still having trouble learning Brigidian.

He would love to pretend all those little annoyances kept him from sleeping the last two weeks, but he had to be honest, the general climate of the monastery had become quite unbearable. Even with all the rising suspicion from the other students regarding the Black Eagles in the last two weeks, it was nothing compared to the fact that the rest of his life depended on a single question, one he had no time to prepare for.

Edelgard had teleported with Hubert in front of them in the Black Eagles' classroom. She talked about how she had just declared a war against the rest of Fodlàn, to save it from itself and its corrupt system. She had made her little speech with a bruised face despite the heavy armour she was wearing. His mind was yelling at him to follow her. Adrestria had the greatest army in Fodlàn, against which the Kingdom and the Alliance would to need to ally if they wanted a chance to defeat it. Plus, it meant less pressure, and more sleep time.

But he knew deep down from what happened near the abandoned abbey, at Remire, Flayn's abduction… it was just wrong. Ferdinand had tried to convince her that it wasn't too late to stop whatever she was doing, in vain of course. Edelgard had that determined look she had most of the time, adamant and rigid. So sure of what she was doing. It seemed to convince Dorothea, though, as she left with Hubert and Edelgard. Rather funnily, Bernadetta wasn't the only one frozen in place this time around. Well, not exactly frozen, Linhardt remembered how much he was shaking at the prospect of all this bloodshed.

After Edelgard, Hubert and Dorothea left with a flash of purple light, Linhardt had helped as best as he could for the defence of the Monastery. Which meant not a lot of things, as he was a rather frail figure compared to the likes of Ferdinand or Caspar (even Petra for that matter). He still helped installing the ballistas and trebuchets thanks to his mathematical knowledge. Due to his usual twelve hours of sleep per day not being even half-completed, he spent the last two weeks in a state of half-slumber, though his comrades tended to go easy on him rather than push him around.

He remembered when Catherine had gathered all the students before the battle, how most of them shivered in terror (the Prince of Faerghus was seemingly shivering for totally different reasons, though). Even Ferdinand, who had the confidence of a natural leader most of the time, wore a nervous smile, while the grip on his spear was a bit more tightened than usual. Of course, people who had been prepared for this sort of situation were acting relaxed. Sylvain, Dedue, Felix, Hilda, Ingrid, Leonie, Lorenz, Caspar and Claude were all rather tranquil facing this seemingly hopeless battle.

Sir Shamir had been quite correct in her predictions, even though she may have been a little skewed towards their favour. When Edelgard's second wave came crashing against the monastery, most of the students and knights gathered on the defences left their positions. The official reason Manuella had told him then was that they were falling back to gather to more defensible positions, but Linhardt knew full well that the sight of a mythical dragon, seemingly coming out of nowhere to help them, being defeated by the Imperial army's demonic beasts had effectively destroyed everyone's morale.

To add insult to injury, the Blue Lions had to watch powerlessly as their professor fell down a cliff. He had heard both Dimitri and Seteth yell desperate orders to search for the professor, as most of the students borrowed the secret passages under Garreg Mach to evacuate the monastery. Linhardt saw Bernadetta being scared for a good reason, this time, as he feared that enemies might surround them in the underground tunnels. But he worried for nothing as they exited the underground tunnels safely.

He could see in the distance the Imperial Army slowly circling around the Oghma mountains. There still was a large corridor for their escape, but in a day or two, the net would be closed and anyone still remaining in Garreg Mach or its underground tunnels would be trapped until the Imperial Army would decide to move out.

Luckily, Petra, Caspar, Bernadetta and Ferdinand rejoined with him, the orange-haired fallen duke seemingly mourning the death of Professor Byleth. They all joined the combined Alliance and Kingdom army, pierced the thinnest part of the blockade and broke off in both directions of Faerghus and Leicester, going to look for reinforcements.

That had left the former Black Eagles alone, wandering towards their next destination, Fhirdiad. Ferdinand had decreed that Faerghus was their best bet if they wanted allies, to which everyone had pretty much agreed. The backstabbing lords of the Alliance, although allowing more liberties, were too much of a bother to join.

…

"There must be something I can do." Ferdinand had said. That broke off Linhardt's sleep. For the first time in a month, he had been sleeping twelve hours straight, when his comrades had decided to make a camp to rest. Ferdinand had bags under his eyes, most likely from the night-shift he had done to guard the campfire. From what Linhardt could see, the climate up in Faerghus was noticeably different from the one in Adrestria. When in Enbarr, or even Hevring for that matter, the sun would shine brightly around the Great Tree Moon, it seemed that in Faerghus, it would rain quite abundantly.

It seemed the Faerghusians had thought about travellers resting on the road, since they had built small roofed courtyards for travellers to sleep under. "I must convince Edelgard to stop whatever she is trying to do." Petra looked at him with a curious gaze "I do not think her mind can be swayed into peacefulness." Caspar looked at the rain outside of their small shelter "You should have told her that when she ruined Garreg Mach, see what she would've said." He sounded more bitter than his usual self, Linhardt noted. Bernadetta raised her scared voice "It's not that I don't wish all this to stop, but I don't think we can stop what's happening by ourselves."

Linhardt sighed "Let's look at this logically. We've all been disinherited, so we can't hold our territories against the Emperor. And since she didn't care about what she's doing, evil as it may be, I don't think she'll care if you go to talk to her." Ferdinand shook his head "We will not know until we try… I have some evidence in mind that I believe will at least change her mind a bit."

Caspar stood next to one of the pillars of the covered courtyard "Do what you want." Ferdinand nodded, and climbed on his horse "We'll meet back in Fhirdiad, it's our safest bet if we do not want to get executed for being Imperial nobles." He left off alone, galloping along the muddy road.

"Have you noticed that?" It'd been a few hours since Ferdinand had left. Now, they were all walking on the muddy road to Fhirdiad wearing capes to shield them from the rain. "What did we need to have noticed?" Petra asked. Linhardt huffed "He said we'd meet back in Fhirdiad." Caspar raised an eyebrow "What about it?" Bernadetta asked. "That means he doesn't expect to succeed."

"Oh. But then why did he go back to Enbarr?" Bernadetta muttered. "Maybe he went back there because that's his birthplace, maybe he just wasn't convinced by his own lies, who knows." Caspar nodded "I don't think we'll see him ever again, though. He's heading right in the wolf's den. He'll be undoubtedly killed for treason." He said all this in a cold tone Linhardt found unrecognizable.

"The clouds are not crying anymore." Petra noted. Indeed, for once, the clouds were clearing. Caspar squinted his eyes towards the forest in front of them, as he recognized the blond hair of a man. "Wait… Isn't that..." He was cut off when they saw people, bandits most likely, hitting the man in the distance in the head. Without a word, they all ran to the rescue of the wounded man, and plunged into the forest, as the sky grew darker.

"The Wanderer" Around the Ethereal Moon (December) of Imperial Year 1182

(I recommend some Fist of The North Star for this segment.)

The war that Edelgard declared nearly two years ago from now has brought ruin and destruction on the path of the Flame Emperor's army. Indeed, the villages that were on the fringes of the Leicester are now in shambles, their lords too petty to come to their help. Meanwhile, the Prince of Faerghus has disappeared, rumoured to be dead, or even worst, a monster. Though Emperor Edelgard hoped to get rid of the corrupt nobility that plagued her country, the war has only participated in their rise.

On the fringes of the Leicester Alliance, on the Gloucester and Ordelia territories, the Adrestrian Empire comes and goes freely, bringing its dark allies to the fray. The ways of Knighthood have been forgotten by most people in the Leicester Alliance, only leaving disgruntled, backstabbing politicians at the lead, and the common people begging for a saviour.

All is not lost, however! One man well versed in Knighthood remains to protect the innocent from their dark fates. Learning the ways of the Knight and the art of brawling from the Archbishop herself at the fallen monastery of Garreg Mach, this man took it upon himself to protect the innocent!

His name? Caspar, fallen son of Bergliez!

Cue Fist of the North Star's opening or jingle

Taema was a small town situated between the Ordelia and Goneril territories, far from the border between the Leicester Alliance and the Adrestrian Empire. So its inhabitants were surprised, to say the least, when they saw the Imperial Army tumble in the quiet village. The farmers were equipped in no way to defend themselves from even a small detachment of the Imperial Army.

The ten soldiers came along a pallid figure, watching both his own men and his victims with equal disgust. None of them noticed the small light that was heading towards them from the northern exit of the village.

The poor peasants were whimpering, sat on their knees, terrified by the armed attackers. The pale man passed in front of a young boy, that one of the soldiers slit the throat off when the mysterious man pointed him. The rest of the surviving peasants yelped as blood splattered from the boy's throat. The pale man grabbed a young woman shoulder and threw her in front of two other soldiers, who caught her, tied her up, and threw her into a carriage. Her parents screamed, begging for mercy from the back of the line.

"Make them shut up." The pale man ordered to his fellow soldiers. They went to the end of the line, near the south exit of the village, preparing themselves to execute the whimpering parents, as one of them squinted his eyes.

"Wait, who is that?"

The soldier focused his sight on a lone figure walking on the road leading to the village. The lone figure wore a brown armour and was currently cracking his knuckles. The soldier saw two silvery gauntlets hanging from his belt, a silver axe on his back, and a little throwing hatchet in a quiver hanging by his belt. All in all, this wanderer was armed to the teeth, and bore an armour of the Bergliez nobility.

"Heh heh heh… Well look who it is, if it isn't the runt of Bergliez?" His comrade snickered with him until they noticed one soldier shivering behind them "What's the matter?"

"I- I've heard of entire combat groups like ours disappearing before a single man." The shivering soldier stuttered. One of the two soldiers chuckled "No way, it must've been because they fell on a garrison, the idiots-"

"Hey watch out!" His comrade next to him shouted, but it was too late, as the soldier's head was torn off from his body by silver claws, blood splattering everywhere from his neck. The scared soldier remained completely paralysed, as the wanderer pulled out the axe from his back and cut him in two pieces, cutting diagonally from his right shoulder.

The last of the three soldiers tried to attack him with his spear, only for Caspar to duck and slash the soldier's chest upwards with his axe. He saw an archer loosen an arrow in the corner of eye, and dodged to his left right as the arrow flew by him. He dropped the axe he was wielding on his right side, only to grab the small hatchet hanging by his belt, and threw it with all his strength against the archer. His target screamed as the hatchet was plugged through his neck.

Caspar grabbed his silver gauntlets just in time to easily deflect an iron sword trying to cut his head off. With an upward blow, Caspar ripped the attacker's face off, before seeing another soldier charge at him with his spear, as another one quickly went behind. The wanderer blocked the spear with his two gauntlets, and pulled it towards the soldier behind him, which pierced him through the skull. He did that just before the soldier had tried to slash him with his axe.

"Shit!" The soldier in front of Caspar shouted as he realized he was now disarmed. He tried to put up a fight, but Caspar simply slashed his chest. The eighth soldier came in running, yelling from the top of his lungs as he waved around a mace, while another soldier came behind him by the left. Caspar evaded on his right the mace's strike, as he grabbed the axe he'd left down.

The mace and the axe bounced against one another. However, the shock made the soldier lose his grip on the weapon. Caspar, however, had gripped his axe with his two hands, and so recovered from the rebound much quicker, then ended him with a swift strike through the neck. He saw the two last soldiers swinging their swords synchronously at him, targeting both his chest and knees.

Caspar simply grabbed a soldier's neck with the tip of his axe and spun him around, splattering blood everywhere. The other soldier aiming to Caspar's knees stopped in his track, now blinded, and was hit in the head before he could wipe off the blood from his eyes.

Caspar turned towards the pallid figure, who had grabbed a young girl and pressed a black dagger against her throat. "Stop right there, or else I will slit her throat… Is that what you want, wanderer?" The snake snarled.

Caspar raised an eyebrow and then chuckled "I'm sorry, but you're already dead." The pallid figure's face twitched "What?!" But he didn't have time to see how his death came as a bright sword cut through his neck. Caspar hurried towards the young girl "Are you okay?" The little girl simply nodded and ran towards her parents, who hugged her.

Caspar smirked towards the white-armoured swordswoman "Catherine. It's been almost two years." Catherine nodded "Indeed, since the fall of Garreg Mach, if I remember correctly."

"Any traces of Lady Rhea?" The thunderous woman shook her head "None, as far as I know." Caspar nodded in understanding. "Mind if we talk elsewhere?" He nodded towards the northern exit of the village. Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

They walked out of the village after the villagers thanked them. "What is it?" The swordswoman asked "You're from Faerghus, aren't you?" Catherine was stunned for two seconds "And what if I am?" Caspar sighed "Didn't you find Dimitri's death to be fishy?" Catherine frowned "I know I'm patient, but I'm going to need you to get to your point, Caspar… quickly."

"Dimitri is alive."

Catherine was not impressed "What makes you say that?" Caspar chuckled "I went across him with Petra, Bernadetta and Linhardt, after his supposed execution. Ask them if you don't believe me." Catherine shook her head "No need for that, you don't lie quite as easily as Shamir." Caspar nodded "What are you going to do about it?"

The swordswoman crossed her arms "Tell the Knights of Seiros about it. We'll see what to do after that." Caspar smirked "Well that's a good thing you want to tell them. Claude summoned the Alliance forces and the Knights of Seiros besides the Airmid River on the 29th of the next Pegasus Moon." Catherine nodded "If that's the case, we'll see each other there, Caspar. Until then, don't get yourself killed."

Caspar chuckled "Don't worry, I'm rather resilient, I'll have you know."

"The Lady of Hresvelg"

Imperial Year 1174, 25th of the Ethereal Moon(December)

It was a weird feeling. That feeling of uneasiness that was birthed from nowhere. For all she knew, her hair had always been white, but curiously, her family pictures showed her with brown hair. There also was a portrait of her mother encased in a golden frame. She had been told that was her mother, but she couldn't remember her. She couldn't even remember what she had done the last year on this date.

It was tradition for the Imperial Family to celebrate the end of the construction of Garreg Mach with their allies. The word 'ally' sounded hollow in Edelgard's ears. Today, they were going to celebrate a day, dedicated to a Goddess that only brought her pain, with the 'allies' who sent her brothers and sisters to either madness or death. She had never been close to her siblings, but their cries for help had been waking her up every single night ever since. She thought she was falling into the madness she so desperately resisted against when those people buried the Crest of Flames in her chest.

She had maids putting her ashen white hair in a braid, while Hubert was watching them. She knew who Hubert was, she had rather vague memories of him. Edelgard had a feeling that she could trust him with her secrets, when he first ran up to her when her panic attacks had been the strongest the first nights.

"The guests are arriving, milady." he said in his usual raspy tone, after knocking at the door. She walked out of the room silently, wearing a dark-red robe, tailor-made for this occasion. Hubert simply followed her, standing tall behind her, as they walked down the stairs leading to the main hall. The guests were waiting there, before a butler or a maid would usually lead them to the throne room. Ionus IX, looking as sick as ever, greeted the Imperial Nobility with a fake warm smile that was so painfully obvious, Edelgard noticed it despite not having interacted with a lot of people since… since that.

The Prime Minister, Ludwig von Aegir noticed her first, and smiled directly at her. It wasn't fake, as far as Edelgard could tell, but it felt vicious if anything. Edelgard knew what he had done, she remembered his stern face as she was sent to the darkness below.

Before she could talk, one of the bulters came and requested them to move to the throne room. Ionus greeted the last few nobles he hadn't already, and headed towards the throne room. Every nobles went across Edelgard and simply nodded towards the young girl when they passed in front of her. Marquess Vestra seemed to stare at Hubert with anger, for a reason she didn't know. Wasn't Hubert's goal to watch her? If so, he was doing a good job that didn't need the silent scolding.

She walked into the throne room, that had been reorganized to host the banquet that was held at each celebrations of any kind. She was sat next to her father, at the border of the table, while the rest was sitting by each sides of the table. The only person she would talk to was sitting halfway across the room.

Edelgard remained silent for the rest of the meal, up until Ludwig raised his rather high-pitched voice for someone of his stature "I hope the Imperial Princess has recovered from her wounds." None of the kids asked what he meant by wounds, not caring enough to ask. Ludwig's numerous children, however, seemed to be imposed not to ask. All except for the elder, who just looked lost in thoughts. Hubert seemed furious about the question, though.

Edelgard simply nodded, which made Hubert raise an eyebrow. The duke smiled "Good. Then, I would like to ask you to participate to a tournament of sorts. We would pit each other's firstborns, to see who is really worthy of the Imperial Throne. Only if you would accept, of course." Ionus looked at his daughter with worry and whispered "You can refuse, Edelgard." But the Imperial Princess thought this would be distracting enough from what she had at the back of her mind. "I accept."

The duke smiled "Good, let's get to the training grounds, then."

…

The first match was pitting her against Melchior von Bergliez, the heir to the minister of army. The Hevring heir, Linhardt, had abandoned before the fights even began, saying this was a waste of bedtime. No-one complained, not even count Hevring, who just accepted his son's laziness. The kid then went to talk with count Bergliez' second son, Caspar.

Both preliminary matches had been quick. The older Bergliez son had relied on his age, thinking it might make him win against a seemingly frail girl. It didn't. The next match was between the Aegir heir and Hubert. The Aegir heir simply went up close against the rather frail Hubert, and beat him with a swift strike of his training spear towards Hubert's ribs. Hubert had always been better with magic attacks, so it took no-one by surprise.

The final match was between the orange-head and Edelgard. The Imperial Princess didn't catch his name before, or simply didn't remember it. He seemed pathetically dull, so Edelgard wasn't surprised if she had forgotten it. "What is your name?" She asked. The Aegir heir smirked "I am Ferdinand von Aegir."

The superior tone to his voice annoyed Edelgard quite a bit, and she readied an offensive stance with her axe, which Ferdinand mirrored with his spear. His father, Ludwig, looked quite tense, though Edelgard had no idea of what was going through the Prime Minister's head. Did he want his son that much to win? She would show him how to break someone's hopes too.

The referee signalled them to start, as Ferdinand walked up towards striking distance of Edelgard, and started with a swift strike towards her head, which she easily parried. The shock between the two training weapons gave Ferdinand enough momentum to spin around and strike the Imperial Princess towards the ribs. It was as if time had slowed down, as Edelgard caught the spear with the hollow of the axe just before the strike landed, grabbed the spear, and pulled it out of Ferdinand's grasp.

She felt a vicious shiver going through her spine, and hit Ferdinand with her axe so hard in his head that he fell unconscious before hitting the ground. Edelgard smirked as her opponent hit the ground, and turned her head towards the Prime Minister, expecting to see his mood ruined. Her smile faded when she saw Ludwig's own smirk. But he wasn't alone, several other nobles were smirking at the results of this tournament.

Edelgard swore she could see the last of her father's brown hair turning grey, as her uncle, Volkhard von Arundel, stepped forth "Well, as you can all see, Edelgard is truly worthy of ascending the throne." Edelgard saw some medics lifting Ferdinand towards the infirmary, encircled by his worried siblings. The Imperial Princess felt weird seeing this scene, if not a little envious. She would give anything to change her and Ferdinand's places.

…

Ferdinand finally came to in the infirmary of the palace, with his younger siblings, Franz, Karl and Maria looking at his bed worriedly. He chuckled as he opened his eyes "How bad was it?" His youngest sibling, Maria, tried to reassure him "You fought quite well, big brother!"

Ferdinand heard a chuckle from across the room "You would have won if it were against anyone else." The Imperial Princess walked towards Ferdinand's bed, while his siblings looked at her with contempt. "You have some gall coming here when you are the reason Ferdinand is in this bed in the first place." Franz, his nine year-old brother, said.

"That is the reason for my visit. I would like to say sorry, Ferdinand." Hubert, who was at her side, frowned. But Edelgard continued nonetheless "What should have been a simple spar spiralled out of-"

Ferdinand's chuckle stopped her "Although the sentiment is appreciated, I have to refuse your apology." Edelgard wasn't surprised, to say the least. She had expected the pride of the Prime Minister's son to take offence from the fact he had been beaten by a girl. "May I ask why?" Edelgard asked, although she already knew what his answer would be.

Ferdinand seemed surprised at first, as if Edelgard should have known why, but quickly regained his composure "Of course! Because you won fair and square." Ferdinand simply answered. Even Hubert seemed surprised. "E-excuse me?" The Imperial Princess stuttered.

Ferdinand smirked "You defeated me fairly. Even though I trained quite hard, it seems I still have some way to go. But know this, Edelgard. The next time we battle, it will be I who will come out on top." Edelgard smiled and extended her hand "Then, a return match has been decided." Ferdinand grabbed her hand and shook it.

Imperial Year of 1184, 25th of the Ethereal Moon

As usual, Edelgard was sitting around the table that had been set up for the celebration. It was more of a war reunion, rather than a traditional meal, now, since the monastery of Garreg Mach was no more. Hubert was standing up at her right, while count Bergliez and the generals of the Empire were the only one to seat at her table. There weren't any of the 'allies' that had come all those years ago. The meal was spent in silence, as Edelgard's generals' admiration endeared them not to break the dull silence.

"What is it that bothers you, your majesty?" Edelgard heard Ladislava ask. "Nothing." The Emperor answered blankly. She saw Count Bergliez quirk an eyebrow as he stood up from his seat next to Randolph. He stood next to Edelgard "Enough of this masquerade. How about we talk about what we will do next for the next twelve moons?"

Hubert seemed annoyed at the old warrior "Can't you wait for the strategic meeting?" The count scoffed at him "Ah yes, the fabled strategic meeting we never get to do, because the Empress couldn't give a damn." He looked down at Edelgard, who didn't bother to look at him, seemingly lost in her thoughts. His gauntlet reached for her throat, and lifted her up like a sack of potato, which prompted everyone in the room to draw their weapons.

Count Bergliez scowled at Edelgard "Do you think I care that you feel alone? Do you think you are the only one who lost people? I lost the only competent son I had to this war!" The Emperor gripped at the count's wrist, trying to crush it with her crests powering her, though it didn't seem to affect him. He looked relatively bored when he just dropped her to the ground, as Edelgard fell on her back, Hubert hurrying to her side.

"Prepare to die, traitor!" The counsellor seethed, before Edelgard stopped him "Enough." All the generals in the room seemed to stop heading towards the Minister of War at her order, as the count simply stood there, his sword still sheathed.

"I understand, count Bergliez, we will meet in the main hall tomorrow to discuss about our next steps in this war." The count turned, satisfied, and headed to the resting part of the palace. "Leave me." The generals left, only Hubert staying behind "All of you." Hubert simply bowed and left the throne room. Edelgard opened windows that gave a view of the Imperial Capital. She felt the snow falling on her red dress, as the cool wind entered the room. She simply stayed there, enjoying the snow, as white as her hair.

She felt some snow fall on her hair, which quickly melted against her skin, and rolled down her cheeks.

That was the first compilation of short stories from the Five Years War. Maybe I'll do a Golden Deer one at some point. Firstly, I wanted to explore how the Siege of Garreg Mach might have affected the Black Eagles in particular, since it was their house leader that was revealed to be the one pulling the strings. Linhardt seemed like a good point of view to have to describe the Siege.

On Caspar's segment, I must admit I had a guilty pleasure about Caspar as Kenshiro, since his non-Empire timeskip report said that he wandered around the borders to fight off Imperials. Read/watch Fist of the North Star. It's awesome.

As for Edelgard, I wanted to expand on the loneliness she felt for the fact that everyone except Hubert straight up abandoned her. I find the fact that she has crest cancer amnesia a bit too inconvenient to the plot. The story relies solely on the fact that she can't trust anyone for it to work.

Guest: Well, first off, I know it's filthy rich from me, but please put more care into what you're writing. I know the Agarthans are the true threats, and I find it quite funny that you're accusing me of Edelgard fanboyism when the only 'positive' view we have of her in what I wrote was from Hubert's chapter.

I think you could even call me out for simping for Rhea (which would be wrong, but I would understand what made you feel that). As for a golden route, I agree that it wouldn't 'ruin the game' as long as it is executed properly.

The Chalice of Beginnings is still sealed in this timeline, since Byleth and the students didn't go into Abyss, I'm sorry if I didn't make this clear enough. I don't think Yuri would want to break the seal either, since he knows what danger could await his men if they tempted to gain the Chalice.

Okay, the next chapter will be a 'crossover' of sorts (it won't be with any other franchises than with Fire Emblem, don't worry). See you next time.

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