A/N: Warning: A bit of mature content in the second half of this chapter. Specifically, suicide contemplation.

-Vermilion Palace-

"Nervous?"

"Hardly." Robin adjusted his armor. He'd upgraded his wardrobe. He still wore light armor combined with his beloved coat, but he'd changed the hue of the latter to dark red and had his armor buffed to a dark gray. His hair had grown out, so he'd tied it Chon'sin-style as Yen'fay was habited to do. He opted to abstain from any kind of crown or face guard and placed a dark crimson leather eyepatch over his missing eye. Thanks to Pheros's magic, she regrown the white so his head didn't feel like it was missing a chunk. Still didn't work, though. "I've commanded armies larger than this crowd to their death, Morgaine. I'm not going to be scared of a bit of public theater."

"If you screw this speech up, you ignite a zealous fervor which will tear this country apart." Aversa smiled. "No pressure, Robin."

Robin sighed. Aversa found the funeral procession boring, even though she'd been able to stand in one of the wings the whole time and decided to take it out on him. Robin, meanwhile, had personally elected to be one of the coffin bearers, no easy feat even with a large part of the Conqueror getting blasted clean through. The face was damaged too, but Robin convinced (read: ordered) the organizers to show it, claiming that Walhart would have been fine with it. Robin needed the image of Walhart publicly but didn't want to chance it, which is why he also made sure to have Wolf Berg in the Conqueror's hands, the blade resting across him, and obscuring Walhart's own right eye.

Robin didn't expect anyone to put the pieces together, but coincidentally the Conqueror's right eye socket was empty. Vengeance indeed.

Now which the Conqueror's body slowly being entombed within the palace, he, Robin, was expected to make a speech to the entire assembled crowd, which where handpicked (not by Robin, obviously, but by several capable committees) to have a makeup guaranteed to spread the tales as fast as possible to all the sects of Valmese life.

And Aversa was heckling him.

"Break a leg!" Aversa smiled. "Or imagine the audience on their smallclothes, supposedly that works. I've never been able to test that, personally."

"That sounds something up your alley." Robin dryly noted. "You really haven't tested it?"

"That's the problem, I'm always doing it." Aversa smiled. "You see?"

"Look, I appreciate you trying to de-stress me with your jokes, but please don't take it to far." Robin pulled a sheaf of papers out of his coat and skimmed through them again. "How much more time do I have?"

"Well, Pheros is still talking so … mmm, I'd say five minutes?" Aversa shrugged. "You told her fifteen, it's been ten, she's punctual, so five minutes."

"How polite of her."

"Speaking off, is there something between you two I should know about?" Aversa smiled, rolling the words in her mouth. "Something romantic?"

"No." Robin snorted. "And she currently thinks I'm with you. Now, please stop talking. I've got public masses to indoctrinate."

-Vermilion Square-

"People of Valm!" Robin shouted from the podium, though he needn't. Vermil was sent up wind magic to amplify his voice, but Robin read up on speaking and found that animation help drive home words. So he gave the picture of himself in passion and fury. "And I address you as people of Valm, because that is what you are!"

"Over a thousand years ago, this country was one unified country, with the marriage of Albein Alm Rudolf to Celica Anthiese, uniting two people under one banner. And those people flourished under the rule of the King and Queen, creating a gigantic prosperous civilization which spanned the continent and combined Duma fortitude with Zofian bounty to create the One Kingdom of Valentia." Robin said. "But the greed and corruption of fell men changed that. During the Schism, the wars from the neighboring continent of Archaneia spilled across the ocean, and the Kingdom was splintered into pieces, which fell to warring generals."

"During this time, many independent kingdoms and nations rose and fell." Robin said. "But a few remained. The Holy State of Mila. The Duma Wastes, The Island Nations of Nova. The Grand Duchy of Rosanne. The Feudal States of Chon'sin. And, finally, the Empire of Valm, the last bastion of the blood of the King and Queen of the One Kingdom. Walhart was descended from the line of Alm, and closely resembled Alm's own father, King Rudolf of Duma."

"This is the setting of Walhart! Born into an ancestral bloodline which unified the nation to lead it to greatness, Walhart came into this world to continue the legacy of his ancestors! He took up the mantle when no one else could and proceeded to show the world what it meant to be the Conqueror." Robin raised and clenched his fist. "Walhart was a Conqueror, but he did not Conqueror for fame, nor riches. Walhart conquered for power. And not the kind of power craved by two-bit tyrants, despots, or otherwise cults, but Walhart craved the power of unification."

"That is the powering of Conquering, people of Valm!" Robin cried. "Walhart did not enslave you, nor did he rob you! He conquered you so that you, in body and mind, belong to him, and not to him but his cause! I ask you, is there a nobler thing than to take a weak man and force him to be strong? That is the legacy of the Conqueror, a man who decided through nothing but strength of body and will, alone, to mend what was broken."

"And. He. Succeeded."

"Valm the continent was fractured and lost, with ruling elites using their own people in a never-ending game. From the lavish balls of Rosanne, to the endless betrayal wars of the Chon'sin, from the piracy rampant in the Nova Islands, to the corruption within the Holy Mila church." Robin felt Pheros stiffen a bit at those last words, but the ones he was targeting were, by and large, already killed by Walhart. "Walhart saw that, he saw what was happening because of those who abused their strength, or because of those who refused to learn it. And then he conquered."

"I ask you, citizens of Valm! Was he wrong to do so? Was he wrong to take back the greatest legacy in our history, of Alm and Celica, and to unify the country though his strength?" Robin demanded. "Valm is prosperous! There are none among you today who would go back to the way it was before, and there are a great many among you who are better off! The merchants make more profit, the farmers make more produce, the army is better trained, and the nobility are accepting their call rather than merely profiting off their parentage!"

"You know this to be true! Under the guidance of Walhart, the Vermillion City has tripled in size and is now the greatest city there has ever been!" Technically under Robin's guidance. But he was willing to give Walhart the credit. "And this is thanks to the strength of Walhart! This is what is meant by strength and power! To conquer an opponent truly is not to dominate them, but to make them yourself! I AM VALM! AND SO ARE YOU!"

After all, Robin figured. Who wouldn't want to be Valm these days? And now to close off his speech.

"And that brings us to today." Robin began. "I said there are none among you who would take it back to the way things were. That isn't because people like that do not exist, rather there are none of them left. One last sacrifice was required. In life, there are always people who reject the good, because of their own hubris. Their own pride. They could not understand what it meant to be Valm! It doesn't mean sacrificing what you are, it means becoming a part of something greater!"

"Chon'sin does not cease to be, rather it is the epitome of Chon'sin now that it is Valm! Rosanne does not cease to be, rather it is the epitome of Rosanne now that it is Valm!" Robin then listed off the other nations that formed up Valm in the same manner. "Yet these malcontents, they refused to see that. And they wanted to burn Valm!"

"They did not attack using like for like, strength for strength. Oh no. Had they tried being honest, had they tried fighting Valm, they would have lost because of numbers. Numbers of those in Valm who would have looked them in the eye and said, 'I don't want what you want. I'm proud to be a member of Valm.'" Robin continued. "So, like cowards, they decided to cut off our heads and hope for the body to die. They sent assassins after General Pheros, General Cervantes, and myself, the Battlemaster. Three high-profile generals."

"As for Walhart, they knew they couldn't defeat him in fair combat. So they lured him by threatening the Vermillion City!" Robin's voice reached a fervor pitch. "Our capitol city! Our jewel! Heedless of the destruction it would cause to the very people they claimed to fight for, they attacked in force unrivaled."

"And that…" Robin's voice broke, a very calculated move on his part. He regained it and continued. "That was when Walhart showed us all the true meaning of strength. He sacrificed himself, personally, so that Walhart, the ideal of strength could live on!"

"I told you that Walhart's ideal of strength is what lead him to unify Valm! And that's also what caused to destroy the last thing preserving it!" Robin's voice rose up in a roar and he gestured to the crowd. "WALHART LIVES ON THROUGH VALM!"

"WALHART LIVES ON THROUGH VALM!"

"To that end!" Robin said, raising his hand, silencing the crowd. "When I last spoke to Walhart, he charged me with protecting this country and keeping it safe! He also told me of his successor. With the aid of his trusted generals – Farber, Ignatius, Zulas, and representatives Say'ri of the Chon'sin and Virion of Rosanne, and myself, Battlemaster, Pheros will lead Valm into a new age – from the unifying Age of Conquest to the glorious Age of Progress. ALL HAIL EMPRESS PHEROS!"

"ALL HAIL EMPRESS PHEROS! ALL HAIL EMPRESS PHEROS!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically. "ALL HAIL EMPRESS PHEROS!"

-Vermillion Castle, Throne Room-

"Empress?" Pheros frowned as soon as they had made it to the safety of the throne room. "I don't remember agreeing to that title. I thought we said Chancellor."

"Oops." Robin shrugged. "Chancellor isn't a good name to lead a country with. The other Councilors will be mad, but you can blame me for that one."

"Councilors?" Pheros sighed. "Robin, you can be so … you, at times. You have a problem with making my name slightly inferior, yet no problem using the name every hated for the rest of the Council."

"Good. Wouldn't want to get a swelled head." Robin said, walking off to one of the many secret passages to head back to his mansion.

"So, how much of that speech was a lie?"

"A lot of it." Aversa interrupted, neatly gliding into place beside Robin. "By the way, the agents are in place."

"Good."

"Agents?" Pheros said. "As in, propaganda to make sure this speech went over well?"

"No, just some trigger-happy jingoistic idiots that can't think for themselves and parrot anything I'd say. Good enough to reinforce positive opinions of me." Robin said. "Peer pressure is a hell of a drug."

"You just lied to and manipulated the masses." Pheros said. "I knew Walhart. He'd be rolling in his grave if he heard that. Strength, yes. Conquering people to turn to them into yourself, yes. But he wasn't one to care about things like 'best of Chon'sin'. And you can't convince me those were his last words."

"Pheros…" Robin said. "Walhart was only human. A mortal human, with flaws. He was great at what he did, but you, like I, followed the man for his ideals and abilities, not for the man himself. If we are to make his legacy great, then we can't say the truth. The truth is for people like you and I to know and never share. I would never take away Walhart nor his vision, but if you want Valm to be as it could be, then lies are necessary. Trust me, alright?"

"Your words leave a bad taste in my mouth." Pheros sighed. "But, by the tree itself, it's hard to argue with you. I'll believe you had good intentions. But this needs to stop, alright? You can't keep lying to everyone about everything just to build the perfect world. Because something with a foundation that shaky won't last. I'm telling you this for your own good. But, for the time being, you have my trust."

Robin had a perfectly witty remark at his disposal yet found himself biting his tongue. Pheros genuinely was concerned about it. That was nice, coming from someone not under his direct command. Hopefully he didn't get her killed like he did Yen'fay.

"Your advice is appreciated, Empress." Robin inclined his head. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm busy. Very important work I have to deal with."

-Robin's Study-

"Finally." Robin exhaled. "Peace and quiet."

It wasn't exactly the truth, of course. But it was peace and quiet in the sense that he didn't have a plan teetering on the brink of disaster, and he was able to relax in the comfort of his own manor, albeit under the pretext of mourning a man he personally killed. Robin was sitting in his study, with his feet up on his desk, drinking a cold glass of water. It's important to take these moments to relax. Robin said. But why do I have a bad feeling?

"Robin? Is now a good time to talk to you?"

"As good a time as any, I suppose." Robin said. Aversa entered slowly, closing the door behind her and setting the deadbolt. "Though if this is bad news, I'll have to kill you."

"Well, my life was forfeit a while ago, anyway." Aversa sighed. "I guess I'm dead."

"Bad news, eh?" Robin slid his feet off his desk and reached for a bottle. He set the glass on his desk and reached for a sophisticated amber-filled bottle. "While I don't know alcohol, I do know that the better looking the liquid, the more expensive it is. I assume this is a good vintage?"

"Is that for you or for me?"

"I don't drink." Robin said. "It's for you. If you've got bad news to tell me, I suppose that you could have one last drink before I execute you."

"You're not taking this seriously at all." Aversa said.

"Here." Robin uncorked the bottle and filled the cup to the brim. "The reports are coming in that my speech was well received. Look, I just pulled off the CDO plan with barely a hitch. There's really not much you could say right now that would distress me."

"I'm not drinking." Aversa said. "This room is soundproof, right?"

"We can't be overheard, yes." Robin frowned. "Okay, now you're starting to worry me. What's the problem? Is there actually one?"

"I think so, yes." Aversa frowned. "The good news is that I'm firmly on your side. The bad news is – well, do you remember when you came back from fighting Walhart?"

"Vaguely." Robin said. "I was missing an eye at the time, and delirious from pain."

"You were also missing your left glove."

"Correction: It faded to dust when I used up the charge in it to sear my wounds shut." Robin said. "So, I guess you saw this."

Robin removed the glove from his left hand and turned it around to reveal the purple markings on his hand, like a group of six wings. Except they were actually eyes. The Six Eyes of Grima, or the markings of the Grimleal, an alternative to the Brand of the Exalt. Just as the Brand appeared on the Exalted bloodline, those with the blood of Grima possessed the Six Eyes.

"Lucina told me a while back that I was Plegian nobility." Robin said. "I knew about the markings for a while, but I assumed they were some form of a tattoo up until that point. But what about them? I'm a bastard of Plegian nobility."

"You remember the Fellblood?"

"Haven't forgotten." Robin said. "The eventual descendant of the Plegian bloodline, which can perform some form of a dark Awakening to summon Grima. One was born almost thirty years ago, which triggered the start of the first Plegian-Ylissean war."

"Well-" Aversa began.

"In addition, any new Fellblood, regardless of status, would be subject to assassination." Robin said. "It's a harsh, but necessary step."

"Oh." Aversa closed her mouth. "That's … atypical."

"The needs of the many." Robin stood up. "The fact is, once the Fellblood appears, the entirety of humanity is at a risk like no other. Therefore, the Fellblood must be killed. One life, even innocent one, cannot be held against the rest of them."

"Aren't you supposed to be a good person?" Aversa said. "I'm the evil one."

"Morality, eh?" Robin said. "If you could save the life of one person by sacrificing five, would you?"

"Modifiers are required to answer that." Aversa frowned. "Is the one a commander, and the five his personal guard?"

"All innocents." Robin said. "Or, to clarify – there's no reason to single out one in particular."

"Sacrifice the one to save the five." Aversa said. "Or, at least, that's what you would do. I suppose I'd do the same, all else being equal, I'd rather like five men in my debt than one."

"Exactly. Whichever way you stack it, there's more value in the five." Robin nodded. "The fact is, sometimes innocents must be sacrificed for the sake of others. It's not fair. It's not right. It's simply how this world works. Any tactician worth his salt must make these kinds of life or death decision dozens of times over. The fact is that I've ordered men to their deaths with even less of a cause behind it. The Fellblood has no choice but to die."

"I see." Aversa stood up. "I'll be on my way then."

"No, you won't." Robin said. "What's the bad news? You haven't given it to me."

"It hardly seems worth it at this point-"

"Tell me." Robin said. "That's an order."

Aversa bit her lip, struggling with the information inside of her. Robin watch the conflict play out inside of her, then Aversa sighed. "You'll figure it out. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't."

"Figure what out?" Robin asked.

"The Fellblood thirty years ago?" Aversa said. "Apparently, he didn't die. He's still around. I found that out when I saw the Six Eyes on the back of his left hand."

"I see." Robin blinked. His left hand went for the full glass, reconsidered, and went for the bottle instead. He picked it up and started chugging it. The alcohol burned pleasantly as it went down his throat. Robin kept drinking as long as he could until the gradual burn forced him to slam the bottle down, with only a third of it remaining. "Ah. That felt good."

"I thought you didn't drink!" Aversa stared at him with a mixture of horror and amazement.

"I don't. But I guess that my previous self used to before my memory wipe." Robin said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "And I can guess why. And it was such a good day, too. Well, I suppose I should have known better."

"Are you okay?" Aversa asked. "You are, right…?"

"Sorry about this." Robin raised his right hand. "THORON!"

Aversa howled as electricity coursed through her body as Robin poured magic into her. He cut it out, vaulted over the desk and threw a hard right hook, catching the frail dark mage on the side of the head. Aversa fell to the ground. Robin dropped low and checked for a pulse, just in case, finding one to his satisfaction. Robin gave a sigh of relief. "Sorry, Aversa. But you'd just try to stop me."

Robin calmly undid the deadbolt and opened the door, stepping out. He navigated the familiar corridors of his manor, until he arrived at one room in particular. He calmly knocked on the door.

"Yes?"

"May I come in?" Robin asked.

"I'd rather if you didn't." The door opened, and the blue-haired warrior who called herself 'Foreseer' opened the door. She and her team were staying in the mansion, of course. Safest place in Valm, and they trusted him not to betray her. Lucina looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"You knew I was the Fellblood." Robin stated. "That's why you tried to kill me when we first met."

"Oh no." Lucina blinked.

"You've been trying to keep this information from me." Robin continued. "You assumed I knew about it before you found out about my amnesia, and you've kept it from me, because you're terrified of what I'll do if I learn about it."

Lucina swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Foreseer." Robin frowned. "You claim to know the future. Either that's a lie, or it's the truth. But I think you're convinced that I, as the Fellblood, will turn into Grima. Is that true?"

"…Yes." Lucina blinked.

"Kill me." Robin said. "Use your holy sword, Falchion. And before you protest, keep in mind, I'm not an idiot. I don't care what your relation to the Ylissean royal line is, but I'm fairly certain that if you kill me with that blade of yours, that should prevent the Grimleal from attempting to use necromancy of any sort to resurrect me."

"Right, but wrong." Lucina sighed, drawing her blade. "Even if this was Falchion, which it isn't, the sword hasn't experienced a full Awakening, and as such, cannot seal the soul of Grima. But you aren't Grima yet. And once you die, even necromancy of the highest caliber cannot restore your Fellblood status."

"So-"

"Yes, even if you killed yourself." Lucina said. "That would be enough to stop you. However-"

Robin could only blink as Lucina easily disarmed his reflex attempt to impale himself on his own sword. The alcohol had started to kick in. Robin dodged as Lucina led with a wide haymaker, only for the blue-haired woman to spin around and slap him the flat of her blade. Robin conjured lightning, and that's when Lucina's second haymaker hit him, sending him spinning back.

"-I have no intention of letting you kill yourself." Lucina said. "If I didn't kill you, why did you think I'd let you do it?"

-Robin's Study-

"Honestly, I'd never thought you and I would end up on the same side."

"The same to you, uppity Ylissean brat. Why are you even here?"

"You two will cease fighting, now!" Say'ri voice cut across the two. Robin blearily opened his eyes to see four women across from him. Say'ri had her blade drawn and staring at Aversa and Lucina who were locked in a shouting match. Ravena was sitting on a chair, idly playing with a ball of dark magic. Robin was also sitting on a chair, the chair in his office, except he was tied up, and all his secret weapons had been stripped from him. Probably Ravena's fault.

"Ravena." Robin said. "Please…?"

"You'd ask me to kill my own father."

"I think I'm beyond the point of caring about your mental health if I want to kill myself."

"Logically sound." Ravena muttered. "So, is he still drunk? Because he doesn't seem to be."

"I forced an antitoxin down his throat. The alcohol should be irrelevant right now." Aversa muttered. "So, what's the plan, Ravena?"

"Fine." Robin blinked. "Say'ri, I order you to kill me. You swore an oath to be my sword."

Say'ri walked over to him, without the others making any move to stop her. She raised her sword and tossed it to the side. Robin blinked in surprise. Say'ri sighed once, closed her eyes and raised her right hand up. Then Robin felt a hard slap across his face. Then another from the opposite direction.

"You're a fool, Robin. A fool beyond normal fools." Say'ri said, sighing. "I am your blade, Robin, and a blade can never be turned against its master. Did you think that just because you've fallen to despair, that requires the same for your blade? I am ever-sharp against your enemies. But you are never your own enemy."

"I killed Yen'fay." Robin tried. "His blood is on my hands."

"Stop, please." Ravena interrupted. "The only reason that Zulas isn't here is because I already revealed all the dirty secrets I could think of. Which most of Lucina's companions know, but I shoed them out because that was really getting to be a crowd. There's nothing you could say that would get any of us to fly into a rage. Though Lucina came pretty close when I told her we were working with Aversa."

"I still don't like it." Lucina snorted. "'Changed'? She can't be trusted."

"I don't want to work with an Ylissean bastard either." Aversa sighed. "Oh, well."

"For the last time-!"

"Yeah, they're having relationship problems." Ravena said, scooting her chair closer to Robin's. "But anyway, we aren't going to kill you, no matter what you say."

"I'M THE FELLBLOOD!" Robin howled.

"Yes, there's that." Ravena sighed. "Honestly, shut up and think. Stop reacting. You're supposed to be a tactician, so why don't you act like it?"

"Analysis of the situation." Robin said. "The dark awakening is a World-Altering catastrophe, which almost guarantees the extinction of the human race. I can trigger it through a ritual, and there's no guarantee that I won't, even if it must be done voluntarily, save if I don't have the ability to. My death can be martyred as well, a statement that I received much worse wounds and hung on long enough to crown Pheros and pass on Walhart's message."

"But you'll be dead."

"That is insignificant balanced against the survival of the human race." Robin said. "Any human life, regardless of importance, is ultimately insignificant against humanity as a whole."

"He really does believe that." Lucina blinked.

"Told you." Ravena said. "I told you, he's not suicidal. This isn't depression affecting him. It's not that he wants to kill himself, it's that he wants to kill the Fellblood, and the Fellblood happens to be him. That is not to say that he'd not having his judgement clouded my emotions. But in his case it's pride and stubbornness holding him to his own objective decision."

"You do understand." Robin said. "Then, why? And don't tell me emotions! Emotions have no place on the battlefield."

"Emotions do have their place on the battlefield." Lucina corrected. "Or so said my mentor, at any rate."

"What kind of two-bit tactician told you that?" Robin laughed.

"Funny you should say that." Lucina sighed than grit her teeth. "Okay, so anyone got any plans? Because I have one that might work, but I really, really don't want to use it."

"What is it?" Aversa asked.

"I can't tell you." Lucina grit her teeth. "And I can't imagine it working, but it's the only thing I've got."

"Robin, I met the hierophant of Plegia. He wanted us to kill Validar." Ravena said. "He's the one who convinced Aversa to come here."

"What?" Robin blinked.

"Yup." Ravena said. "Want me to connect the dots?"

"Fine, you win. I won't kill myself. Now, can you untie me?"

"What?" Lucina scowled.

"He'll be fine." Ravena said, moving to untie him. No one stopped her. "Okay, because we seem to be in a room full of meatheads, the hierophant of Plegia deliberately set this up so Robin would learn that he's the Fellblood. If I had to guess, he's been trying to let Robin know without tipping his hand to make it too obvious. He knows Robin is the Fellblood, and he knows Robin was unaware of it."

"So he knew you had amnesia." Lucina said.

"Not necessarily." Robin shook his head. "My previous self may have been unaware of it as well. Aversa, how many Grimleal know the identifying mark of the Fellblood."

"Three." Aversa said. "Myself, Validar, and the Hierophant."

"Then…"

"There's a missing piece of the puzzle." Robin got up, massaging his wrists. "I would say that was too tight, but that's kind of the point. I'm an idiot, why didn't I see this?"

"Missing piece?" Aversa asked. "What do you mean by that?"

"More or less." Robin sighed. "All the knowledge I have suggests that, as the Fellblood, the Grimleal would make every effort to recapture me, and they should have concealed the knowledge, instead of spreading it. Driving Aversa to me was idiotic as well, and they let me kill Validar, who supposedly was the father of the previous Fellblood. Something doesn't add up. There's a variable missing. The Hierophant is playing a game against me, I see."

"Yes." Lucina nodded. "Even my knowledge as Foreseer doesn't explain any of this."

"Oh, really?" Aversa smirked. "What does your foreseer status tell you?"

"It … I'm sorry." Lucina bowed. "I can't talk about it."

"Well, thanks anyway." Robin said.

"One last thing…" Aversa said. The entire group look at her. Aversa clenched her teeth. "It's not bad this time, I promise! Well … mostly."

"If this is something else which makes him suicidal, I will kill you." Ravena said. "Just … keep it in mind."

"Oh, you wouldn't do that to your aunt, would you?" Aversa smiled. "Robin, we're siblings. Validar is the father of the Fellblood, and my adopted father."

"… Oh." Robin said. "Huh. Well, guess that cements the platonic love status, lil' sis."

"Does it ever, big bro Robin." Aversa rolled her eyes. "Thank you for not killing yourself."

"Aw, sibling love." Ravena snickered. "Isn't it sweet, Lucina?"

"Eh. My brother and I are worse." Lucina shrugged. "Though we are full-blooded siblings."

"And which of your team is that?" Ravena asked.

"It's funny you of all people should ask." Lucina chuckled. "I'll introduce you to him when we meet, how about that?"

"Ooh! Are they going to be at the coronation?"

"Coronation?" Robin blinked. "What coronation?"

"It's happening in five days." Aversa said. "To introduce the Council and the Empress? I told you about it."

"Didn't I cancel that?"

"You don't have the power to do that anymore, because it's not war-related." Aversa snickered. "Well, enjoy. And no, the only ones coming from Ylisse are … well, let's just call it a surprise."

Report: Hey, Chrom, this is your old buddy Basilio. You know. The guy whose adopted daughter you married after making sure he'd never rule his own country. (Great job on that, by the way.) Anyway, I've heard that Walhart over in Valm croaked and your old buddy Robin, the guy who didn't cost his buddy a country, is gaining power there from some kind of coronation (though not becoming the ruler exactly ). I thought you might want to head there to see how a friend doesn't cost his friend ruling a country. And also because it's suspicious and weird.