Somewhere deep within the dark, gloomy confines of an unnamed forest, a robed and masked individual stood completely still. Red patterns adorned their black robes along with their white mask, providing a notable contrast to the sombre environment. They were like flames blazing in the shadows of the night. A powerful force not to be antagonised easily.
The Flame Emperor was alone, for now. Behind their mask, they frowned. They clenched their fist in order to release their anger discreetly. After all, this was no time for emotion. Not when they were about to speak with those 'people'.
From a flash of purple magic came the presence of an old man who had to rely on a walking stick. Their back was hunched over, it being ruined by many years of overuse. An old man the Flame Emperor was familiar with.
"Tomas. No…" the masked individual spoke. "Solon."
"I am glad that mask does not inhibit your vision," the man remarked. "It would not be very beneficial to any of us if that were so."
"If my vision were so impeded, it would be a serious design flaw. But I doubt that such an imperfection would be permitted to exist by you," the Flame Emperor stated, not bothering to look at Solon.
"Of course, perfection is a highly valued trait. Especially amongst our kind," Solon nodded in agreement, retaining his disguise. "Anything less is unacceptable, but you already knew that."
The Flame Emperor remained silent.
"Why are you here? I believe I was to speak only to Thales," they asked, the manufactured filter over their voice making it impossible to pick out any specific emotion within their speaking.
"You obtained something rather interesting. The Sword of the Creator was it? I am interested to know what Thales wishes to do with it. What manner of experiments he wishes to undertake," 'Tomas' explained. "It is a simple matter of curiosity. Speaking of curiosity, I do wonder why the archbishop allowed you to keep that weapon. Surely she would want it for herself?"
"She said it would be best in the hands of someone who can use it rather than it being locked in some obscure location for thieves to take. Since even the Holy Mausoleum can be infiltrated, perhaps she feels as if there are no other safe areas it can be hidden in," Flame Emperor guessed.
"How intriguing. That she would allow someone of the Empire to command possession over such an artefact. It seems she has made quite the mistake in granting it to you," Solon grinned menacingly.
"Potentially-"
Cutting off any further conversation between the two was the presence of another purple magical flash, indicating the end of a teleportation spell. Out of it came a middle aged man with a beard, goatee and long, black hair, with earrings that indicated nobility. Flame Emperor and Solon immediately stopped talking once this man appeared.
"I was not expecting you, Solon. What has brought you to this meeting?" The man questioned, turning to the older male.
"I have heard about our recent acquisition. I wanted to hear more," Solon answered. "The Sword of the Creator can prove to be a useful item for analysis. We can use it for all manner of projects."
The man was initially silent until he nodded. "Indeed. You may remain, Solon, but do not interrupt proceedings. This is between myself and the Flame Emperor."
"Understood, Thales," Solon stepped backwards, away from the conversation. The man, Thales, turned to face the masked one.
"Where is the Sword of the Creator?" He queried, almost demanding the information.
The Flame Emperor reached into their robes and pulled out the blade in question, gripping it tightly. "Here. Did you not believe that I could wield it?"
"Give it to me," Thales commanded, ignoring the Flame Emperor's quip while holding out his hand, expectantly.
"...No," the Flame Emperor refused, shaking their head. "I am the only one that can utilise this sword's true power. It may lack a Crest Stone, but that is an unimportant detail in regards to myself. You should know why, Thales."
"Hmph. Are you defying me, Flame Emperor?" Thales accused them, a frown emerging. "Know that I was the one to provide you with the means behind your existence. To go against me is to go against yourself. Now, give me the Sword of the Creator. It is for all of our benefit."
The Flame Emperor hesitated, their fist clenching even further than before. "I...I still refuse. I have my own goals for which I can use the sword. I will relinquish it when I am done."
Thales grunted in irritation. "So be it. Prevent all of us from attaining our desire. Have you at least fulfilled my other request?"
"Yes, I have," Flame Emperor confirmed. "The Death Knight shall follow your every command. Use him well."
"Good. It appears you still have your uses. I shall now make my leave," Thales began to turn around, halting halfway through. "If you continue to refuse my demands as you have, Flame Emperor, then you will soon find how much you truly matter to me. Remember that."
Thales warped away, leaving the Flame Emperor with Solon. The latter of the remaining two waded out of the shadows, an almost smug grin on his face. The Flame Emperor stared at the disguised individual, confusion hidden by his mask.
"It appears you have angered him. Was that a wise course of action?" Solon quizzed his associate.
"If he cannot handle a minor disagreement, then he is no better than a child," the Flame Emperor stated. "I will use the Sword of the Creator as I wish."
"How ironic. You liken Thales to a child, yet you refuse to share. Is that not also childish behaviour?" Solon pointed out.
"Silence. I have little tolerance for your kind at the moment. You should be glad I have not chosen to cut you down where you stand."
"If you were to do that, you would make an enemy of us all. Your chances at getting what you want would slip out of your hands. Are you certain you truly wish to do that?"
"I will do whatever is necessary."
"...So, there. That's everything that's gonna happen at the tower. Assuming nothing changes, of course."
"I see. Thank you, Lucas."
Rhea and Seteth shared a brief glance before returning their gazes to Lucas, who'd been informing them of all the events that were supposedly going to transpire at Conand Tower later in the month.
"Hiding at the top of the tower, attempting to use the Lance of Ruin's power - how pitiful," Seteth commented with a frown of distaste. "Once this occurs, the secret of the Heroes' Relics is likely to spread."
"It is a divine punishment from the goddess herself," Rhea reminded him. "Such a fate is what Miklan deserves for wielding power that does not belong to him. Lucas, I suggest you do your best to prevent him from transforming. You should be aware of the power Demonic Beasts possess. Do not let any of your students fall to them."
"Yes, Lady Rhea. I won't let a single person die under my command. I-I know I'm not the best at giving out orders and such, but I'll try...no, I'll do what I can," reassured Lucas, bowing slightly.
"That is all anyone can ask for," Rhea replied with a smile.
"Do you suppose you will be up to the task? I understand you were rather reckless during the battle in the Holy Mausoleum. Your students had to protect you. It is supposed to be the other way around. What were you thinking?" Seteth criticised.
"I…" Lucas recalled back to the previous battle. He could feel a slight pain come from the area on his back where the spear struck. "I wanted to get rid of that Priest. He was causing too many problems for us. However, I hadn't noticed that lance user. I messed up. I...I won't let anything like that happen again."
"Good. You should know what would happen if you were not around to defend your students in a time of need. Count yourself lucky that none of them suffered from any severe injuries," Seteth continued.
Lucas simply nodded.
"I am positive that there is no need to remind you of this, but do be certain that Edelgard conducts herself in a manner that befits a wielder of a Heroes' Relic. She carries the Sword of the Creator now. It is in her best interest to use it wisely, lest the relationship between the Church of Seiros and the Adrestian Empire falter," Rhea stated, her voice carrying a certain threatening weight. "That is all. You may leave, Lucas."
The professor took the archbishop's words into consideration and began to turn around in order to depart.
"Actually, there is one more thing I wish to discuss with you briefly," Seteth interrupted. Lucas turned back. "Have you decided on a seminar topic yet? Yours has been overdue for several months."
Lucas' eyes widened. "Oh. That. Well, I've had some ideas, but I don't think I'd be particularly great at any of them."
"How would you know? You have yet to try," Seteth disputed. "You will have to start it by the end of this month. Your time is running out, Lucas. Do hurry yourself. That is all from me."
Lucas' head drooped down. He didn't bother to nod as he turned and left the audience chamber, immediately beginning to think about what he wanted to do for his seminar sessions. He didn't even want to imagine what would happen if he refused to set one up. Judging from Seteth's tone alone, Lucas could tell it was absolutely imperative for him to figure it out as soon as possible.
Returning to the fresh air of a Thursday afternoon, Lucas took a deep breath to calm himself.. He stood next to the cliff that overlooked the darkness below, observing some pegasus knights as they flew around. Entirely content to do so, he continued watching as what turned out to be a class congregated into a singular group within the air, all of them pointing themselves at a lone pegasus rider - the instructor. That was when Lucas realised something.
"I don't know anything about the other instructors. All I know is Jeritza - the fencing guy. Maybe I should make it a point to introduce myself?"
He mentally retreated to his thoughts as he physically retreated to one of the benches that were just behind him. The professor was there for a quite a while until he was interrupted by one of his students.
"Ah, Professor! There you are," Ferdinand von Aegir greeted him from behind the bench. "It is a fine day, is it not?"
"Yeah, it's not too bad. Might rain soon considering there's a lot of clouds coming in, but it also might not. Hard to say either way," Lucas smirked. "Heh, nice rhyme."
"Indeed! I remember the last time it rained here at the monastery. I was stuck at the dining hall for a rather long time. Not the worst place to be trapped in, but there are certainly better places to be. That being said, why are you here, Professor? Are you perhaps relaxing?" Ferdinand asked with a curious tone.
"I guess I am? In all honesty, I'm a little bit bored. There's not too much to do around here aside from training or playing board games. The latter can only really be done with other people, so it's not even a reliable option for passing the time. And I don't wanna train all the time, y'know?" Lucas answered.
"I understand. Although training is a necessary process for us all, one cannot be expected to undergo it all the time," Ferdinand agreed, nodding. "May I sit?"
"Sure."
Lucas motioned for Ferdinand to take a seat next to him on the bench. An offer the Aegir gladly accepted. The two shared the bench as they continued conversing and observing the class of future pegasus riders.
"Heh. There is something magical about watching the sublime technique of these riders," Ferdinand commented after a short silence. "I have always been interested in learning how to ride a pegasus, yet it seems males are unable to do so."
"Oh, that's a thing? I thought that was just a rumour. Why can't guys ride pegasi?" Lucas questioned.
"It's something to do with the pegasus itself. For some reason, they greatly dislike men. There have been several cases in history where a man has ridden a pegasus into battle, but those situations are few and far between," Ferdinand explained. Lucas could swear his student sounded disappointed at this. "It is fortunate that wyverns are much the opposite. They prefer men and dislike women. Well, fortunate for us, that is. I hope one day these creatures can work out their issues with gender."
"Me too. Animals can be weird sometimes. Reminds me of this pet cat I used to have," Lucas recalled, leaning backwards on the bench.
"Oh? You had a pet? Do tell. I am rather curious," Ferdinand leaned forward.
Lucas grinned in recollection. "Heh, well, she was much the same way as a wyvern. Did not like my sister or mother very much. Every time they'd try to pick her up, she'd immediately begin wriggling around, trying to get away. I don't think she hated them, but she definitely preferred me and my father."
"Ha, she sounds like a fun one! What was her name?"
"Roux. She was quite the chunky cat," Lucas sighed, wiping around the bridge of his nose as the inner sides of his eyes twitched. "My dad brought her home one day after school. That was a great moment."
Ferdinand stopped, leaning backwards and refocusing his visual attention on the pegasus knights. "Professor, I have realised something."
"What's that?"
"You do not talk about your family or your home very often, if at all. I don't even know where you are from. Which territory does your home hail in? It would be coincidental if it lies within mine."
Lucas fell silent. Because of the tears that were welling up within him as well as the need to find some kind of answer. After all this time, he hadn't bothered to come up with a proper response to that question. He didn't want to think about it.
Yet he didn't want to disappoint or upset his student. An idea soon came to Lucas' head.
"I didn't want to say this, but I don't actually come from Fodlan at all," he revealed. Ferdinand turned his head, now focusing his gaze on his professor. "I don't come from Duscur, Almyra, Dagda or anything like that. I come from a place that's very far away and very different from any of these continents or countries."
"Oh? You come from uncharted lands? My, I'm rather intrigued. Do keep speaking. I would like to learn more about lands outside of Fodlan."
"Ah, w-well," Lucas stammered, having not expected that to work in any way. "The country I come from is called England, though the land it's on is called the United Kingdom. Those names are pretty much interchangeable. At this point, at least."
"England? United Kingdom? That implies there is some manner of nobility there."
Lucas shrugged. "There kind of is? We have a queen, but she's just a figurehead. A social icon of sorts. All of our country's decisions are made by a group of ministers and officials, who are all individually elected by the public. I think. Politics isn't my strongest suit. I just vote for whoever makes the most sense."
"I see. Politics can be rather confusing, I will agree. But your leaders and decision makers are voted on by the general populace? You do not rely on the bloodline of the nobility? That doesn't make much sense to me," Ferdinand admitted.
"It's a different land. Things aren't gonna be the same there as they are in Fodlan."
"Hmm. That's true enough. You cannot expect every country or continent to have the same rules as one another," Ferdinand commented, turning back to face his professor. "Do tell me, though. Why have you come all the way here? Did you flee your country and seek refuge here?"
"More like I was forcibly removed from my home," Lucas disclosed.
"W-what?! Do you mean to say you were kidnapped?"
"I guess?" Lucas partially confirmed. "I'm not really sure how I got here. I was in my home and then the next thing I knew, I was here. Not long after that, Jeralt found me and took me in. Then I ended up here at the monastery."
"You do not know how you were brought here? Whoever kidnapped you must have been deft in their execution. Have you tried returning home?"
Lucas' eyes twitched again, prompting another rub. "Ah, w-well, my home land is very far away. Getting there by boat is impossible. I have no idea how my, uh, kidnappers even got me here. Returning home isn't an option for me."
"Do you wish to?" Ferdinand pressed.
Lucas sighed, pausing to address his eyes and to find an answer to that deceptively difficult question. "I...I think I do. All my family, my friends - they probably miss me. I miss them. I..."
"Professor," Ferdinand soon realised what was going on. "My apologies. I did not mean to make you upset. I was merely curious. Please forgive me."
"It-it's fine. I just," Lucas dried his eyes on the sleeve of his uniform. "I'm glad I have a number of these. A-anyway, it's fine, Ferdinand. I just get emotional sometimes. Don't worry about it."
"Alright. As long as you are feeling fine."
A silence fell between the two. Well, a moderate silence. Sounds of Lucas sniffling and dealing with tears permeated the immediate area for a while. They stopped after some time, which was when Lucas was able to calm down through regular breathing. Once that was done, the pair returned to watching the pegasus riders. What remained of them, at least.
Ferdinand turned to his professor. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"W-what?! What does me shooting you with a bow have to do with anything? I only wanted to ask you a question," Ferdinand raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Uh, I meant 'yeah'. Ask me. Go ahead," Lucas corrected himself.
"Well," the Aegir began. "Some time ago, Caspar showed me various unarmed fighting techniques that you taught him. I was wondering if you would be able to teach me anything of the sort."
"You-wait, you would want that?" Lucas asked in disbelief.
"Yes! The techniques he displayed were quite fascinating. They had applicable uses in both unarmed fist fighting as well as gauntlet combat! If you have anything for lances or axes, I would greatly appreciate it," Ferdinand requested.
Lucas' eyes widened slightly. "Hey, wait a minute. If people wanna learn 'my' techniques, then the best way to do that would be to…!"
"Professor?" The orange-haired boy asked, having noticed his professor's reaction. "Are you okay?"
"I'm just fine. In fact, Ferdinand, you've given me a great idea. Instead of merely teaching you and Caspar my techniques, why not host a whole seminar around them?" Lucas suggested, a grin forming on his face.
"A seminar? Wow, I hadn't noticed you weren't holding one. If you truly haven't, then this would be a great idea! I would sign up immediately," Ferdinand provided some positive reinforcement. "I will also spread the word as much as I can."
"Nice! Finally, something specific I can teach!" Lucas raised a fist to the air. "I'll go inform Seteth and get this set up right away. Thanks, Ferdinand!"
"You are welcome, Professor! I am always happy to help."
With a shared smile, Lucas departed from the comfort of the bench and headed straight back inside the main building, leaving Ferdinand to admire the remaining collective brilliance of those pegasus riders.
Meanwhile, Edelgard had been called over to Professor Hanneman's study. She was reluctant to do so, but his constant requests and tenacity forced her to give in. Nervously, she approached the door to the study and knocked.
"Come in," Hanneman called from the other side.
Edelgard pulled on the door's handle and swung the whole thing open at a slow pace, closing the door at the same speed. She made sure to lock it behind her because she had a good idea as to what was about to be discussed. A hand of hers was placed on the Sword of the Creator while it rested in its sheath on her person.
"Ah, young Edelgard. I'm glad you could make it," the elder continued speaking upon seeing who his latest visitor was. "I'm positive you understand why I have called you here."
"Yes. You wish to learn more about the Crest I possess," Edelgard assumed. "Let's get this over with. I don't want to spend more time talking about this than necessary."
"Of course. I have only a few questions for you."
Hanneman messed around with some of the assorted materials on his desk, stopping once he pulled out a small stack of papers. He cleared his throat.
"Last time we met, you claimed you possessed the Crest of Seiros. You did not allow me to confirm that with either my analyzer or a blood test. Now, it has been revealed that you can utilise the Sword of the Creator. Its previous wielder, the King of Liberation - Nemesis - possessed the Crest of Flames," Hanneman stated, occasionally looking back at his papers. "It is very clear you were not telling me the truth previously. You have the Crest of Flames, do you not?"
Edelgard looked down to the floor, clenching her fist.
"...Yes. I do," she revealed.
"I see. That would indicate Nemesis sired children, yet all official records claim he did not. Then there's the matter of the missing Crest Stone," Hanneman rambled slightly. "It is a known fact that all Heroes' Relics require a Crest Stone in order to access their latent power. However, from my understanding, you are able to use the Sword of the Creator's power without a Crest Stone. Or so it seems."
"What are you implying?" Edelgard narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"There is the matter of your unusual hair color. Another student possesses the same hair as yours. Similarly to you, she has also refused all of my blood sample requests. Now that you have lied to me about the Crest you have," Hanneman replied, bringing his fingers together. "I wonder if something is amiss with you two. Perhaps you have been tampered with."
Edelgard's eyes widened ever so briefly.
"Professor Hanneman," she began, following a quick silence. "There are some things in this world that you should not investigate. Some things that should be left alone. If you were to ever touch the truth, you may find yourself hurt. Or even worse. I'm saying this for your own good, Hanneman."
"I can handle myself. Research is not the only thing I have been doing. Though, I will admit, it has taken up most of my time. Regardless, I can take care of myself should anyone attempt to hurt or silence me," the old man smiled in reassurance. "I haven't been asking these questions out of sheer curiosity. I wish to know the truth so I can enhance my knowledge on overall Crestology. From there, I can use that knowledge to help others. I only desire the best for Fodlan. With that in mind, will you assist me with my research?"
"I shall consider it."
Edelgard turned around and departed from Hanneman's study, leaving the door open. An expression of worry quickly appeared on her face while different thoughts and plans scurried through her mind. She replaced her expression with a more neutral one before proceeding down the hallway of the monastery's main building.
Her path did not last for much longer as she was stopped in place by the sudden arrival of her professor, Lucas. He had just stepped out of Seteth's office, a strange look of happiness and contentment clearly on his face. It took him a moment to realise Edelgard was right next to him.
"Oh, hey there," he greeted her. "How are things?"
"They are fine. Thank you for asking, Professor," she responded, smiling. "You seem pleased. Has anything happened?"
"Yeah, actually. I finally got a seminar sorted out. It's gonna be about various combat techniques I made up. It'll mainly be sword and gauntlet based, but I might have something for other weapon disciplines," Lucas explained his situation.
"I see. That sounds interesting. Perhaps I may sign up. Combining those techniques with the Sword of the Creator should bear interesting results," Edelgard commented. "At any rate, I'm glad I found you here. May we speak in private, Professor Lucas?"
"Uh, sure. What do you wanna talk about-OH. Never mind, I get it. We can speak privately." Lucas looked around the immediate area, halting his gaze once he noticed the closed door to the captain's quarters. "If Jeralt's not in this room, then we can speak in there."
"I have no objections to that."
A quick knock on the door from the professor revealed there was nobody inside, yet the door was unlocked. Lucas silently motioned for Edelgard to follow him in. The door was soon closed. Both of them hoped they wouldn't be interrupted. Although Lucas was unsure exactly what Edelgard wanted to speak about, he knew it had to be something important.
Once the door to the captain's quarters was secured as best as it could without access to its key, Lucas and Edelgard took a seat down in the small, square-like arrangement of long, wooden seats. It was complete with an average yet somehow mildly expensive-looking table that rested in-between the middle of the three bench-like seats.
"So what's up?" Lucas asked upon sitting down on the seat opposite to Edelgard.
"Professor. How much do you know about me?" She questioned, sitting in a regal manner, befitting of her station.
"I know about your Crests. Plural. I, uh, I also know you're the Flame Emperor. And, of course, I-I know what your desires are in regards to Fodlan as a whole," Lucas answered with only a little bit of hesitation. "Did something happen? Is that why you're asking me this?"
"In a manner of speaking," Edelgard briefly paused before elaborating. "Hanneman may already be aware of my two Crests. He implied as such earlier."
"Is that a problem? Hanneman's a nice guy. A bit forward, yeah, but he means well," stated Lucas, an eyebrow raised.
"I do not wish for him to become involved in serious matters. If he learns too much, the Agarthans may target him. He was able to discern that I may have dual Crests from my wielding of the Sword of the Creator and from what I told him in prior meetings. I feel as if he could break down the walls of any secret given enough time," Edelgard guessed. "Tell me. You say you know of the future. What does Hanneman end up doing with his research?"
"It depends," Lucas closed his eyes and paused to think back to the game. "If I remember correctly, from all the futures I've seen, he usually ends up absolving societal Crest-related problems in some way. He's capable of removing Crests from people, though it will take him many years until he can figure out how to do it."
"Does he remove them from Lysithea?"
Lucas' mouth went agape, but only a little. "You know about that?"
"To some extent. I have heard some rumors here and there, but nothing concrete. She has two Crests, doesn't she?"
"She does," Lucas confirmed. "In at least one of those futures, Hanneman removes both of her Crests. Or maybe it's just one. I don't know for sure. What I do know for sure is that her problem gets fixed. And that means he can do the same for you."
"Is that so?" Edelgard wondered. "Maybe I shall consider giving into his requests more often from now on."
"Yeah, and maybe I'll consider trying to get Lysithea to do the same, now that we're mentioning it," Lucas added, coming to a realisation. "Is that all you wanted to talk about?"
"No. There is more. I wish to speak about the Agarthans."
Tension enveloped the room as Lucas waited for Edelgard to detail further on the next item in their agenda. It took her some time to do so. While she thought, she clenched her fist and frowned. Lucas awaited patiently.
"I had a meeting with Thales earlier today. He demanded the Sword of the Creator and became irritated when I refused. Tell me, Professor. What do they desire? What are their goals?" Edelgard eventually asked.
"Revenge. Long ago, they desired godhood, so they fought against the goddess Sothis and her children. They failed and most of their civilization was destroyed. Ever since then, they have desired revenge against Sothis, the Nabateans and the humans. This revenge has been festering for thousands of years. It's their one true directive - the only thing they want," Lucas explained, recalling his knowledge. "They don't care for you. They only see you as a means to an end. A powerful tool they can use to ensure their revenge is attained."
"They wish for revenge against all humans? Despite that, they want to use me for their own ends. How hypocritical," Edelgard commented, her expression changing to that of distaste. "But I will not deny that they themselves are useful tools as well. I will simply crush them before they can eliminate me."
"Or, you can join us. Us being me, the Church, Dimitri and Claude. None of us want revenge against all of humanity. Sure, Rhea might be a little unhinged, but Claude and Dimitri definitely want pretty much the same things you do. You also won't be vilified, like I said that other time we spoke. I think you have a much better option here."
"I…"
Edelgard fell silent. Lucas continued to smile all throughout the silence, providing the princess with a sense of warmth and reassurement. Yet there was always an opposing force. An intense struggle formed in her mind.
"You make a convincing argument, Professor. But I will need to confirm a few things for myself before I can decide," Edelgard replied, standing up from her seat while maintaining her internal struggle. "Thank you. Your information is indeed useful. I just hope all of it is true."
"Me too. I think things are gonna start changing soon. After all, you weren't supposed to get the Sword of the Creator. How are you able to use that, by the way? Do you have a Crest Stone inside of you?" Lucas queried, also standing.
Edelgard almost gasped. "Ah, well, perhaps I can tell you another time. I have some other matters to deal with."
She made her way to the door, using the time spent getting over there to compose herself. Lucas watched on as she departed from the captain's quarters. An expression that combined disappointment and confusion struck his visage.
"Things really are changing. Is this because of my presence alone, or is it because of my actions? Either way, it's only a matter of time before things get unrecognisable."
Author Notes: Sorry there was no chapter last week! I needed to finish off some university stuff. That took a little while and didn't leave me much time to write. To make it up for y'all, I'll try to get another chapter out this week. I think you guys will appreciate the next one at the very least. After all, it will begin a 'new' story arc. You probably know what it is.
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EDIT (26/11/2021): Episode 3 of Fun Facts With ModernHog has arrived! So now we know that Lucas' favourite game (aside from Three Houses) is Sonic Adventure 2. His favourite game console is the Nintendo Gamecube. What else are we gonna learn about him? I mean, we've already discovered the more essential pieces of information. Hmm...how about his favourite colour?
Dark green. Lucas loves how regal and subdued it feels. He also just likes the way it looks.