27th of Great Tree Moon, 1180
The trip to Hanneman was quite a journey to Byleth. He already had basic knowledge about the importance of Crests and their influence on society. But neither he nor Bylass expected that they would bear the same type of Crest and an unknown one as well. The Crest scholar was overwhelmed in excitement about the discovery as he was burying himself with books and bid farewell to the pair. Although Byleth had just been introduced to the concept of Crests, the conversations earlier with the Crests scholar had gotten him curious so he would check it out at the library later.
"This is where we part then. Meet me in my room once you've finished your business.", Bylass said.
"Understood. And I hope you already take precautions for this plan."
"It will be fine. Enjoy your free day, Byleth.", Bylass waived and left.
"Finally.", Byleth scanned the room which was surprisingly full of books varying from subjects.
"Let's hope there will be some leads this time.", Byleth muttered as he skimmed through multiple sections; searching for the history of the Adrestian Empire.
Although he explained to Bylass that the reason he wanted to visit the library was because of his interest in learning more about the world; that was only a half-truth of his true intention. There were 2 puzzles that he needed to solve now if he hoped to reveal the mystery that had been plaguing him for years. Once he's found the answer he was searching for, maybe he would disclose it to her. For now, he should concentrate on gathering information.
"The history of Fodland … there it is.", Byleth reached the book and scanned each page carefully.
The History of Fódlan, Part I
Under the tyranny of ruthless disorder, the people endured a long period
of suffering. The vile Nemesis, who proclaimed himself the King of
Liberation, delighted in war and bloodshed.
- 41 Years Before the Founding of the Adrestian Empire -
Saint Seiros appeared in the land of Enbarr and,…
"Interesting.", Byleth concentrated while his fingers slowly turned to the next page.
- Imperial Year 1: The Founding of the Adrestian Empire -
In the first year of our calendar, the glorious Adrestian Empire was
founded. Its name was gifted by an oracle, and its future was blessed by
the goddess. Its capital, Enbarr, was chosen to govern the southern
reaches of Fódlan, where the divine Saint Seiros also lent her power.
"I did not expect the Church to be involved with the foundation of the Empire; no matter why nobles these days are obsessed with the power of crests. How foolish they are!"
- Imperial Year 91: The Battle of Tailtean -
The houses that were allied with Nemesis once again faced off against the
Imperial forces, this time at Tailtean Plains. There, the evil Nemesis
finally fell and the Empire secured a momentous victory.
"A fitting end for a tyrant", Byleth left a bitter laugh.
"I think that's enough for the origin. There is no way I've lived that long since the end of that war so I should focus on the recent ones now.", he pinched his forehead and skipped to the next book.
- Imperial Year 961: The Almyran Invasion -
The great eastern nation of Almyra crossed through Fódlan's Throat and
invaded Alliance territory. The Empire dispatched troops to
help conquer this threat, and the attackers were just barely driven off.
- Imperial Year 1101: The Construction of Fódlan's Locket –
"Damn it, why must I hit another dead end when the truth is so close now.", Byleth muttered in disappointment.
Ever since he had those dreams of a forgotten distant past; it had been continuously tormenting him for all these years due to the blurry in the faces of every figure in his dreams. The harder he tried to remember their faces, the more painful his head was, leaving him nothing but sorrow and regret. His hope was peaking once he learned that his family had something to do with the Adrestian Empire and as if fate was on his side; he was now studying with citizens of the nation.
According to the information he could gather from those few words. Byleth deducted two things. First, he might have come from the Empire. Second, they were in the middle of a war. Part of him hoped that the library would contain information about the most recent war which possibly could mention a few things about his involvement with the Strike Force of the Empire.
Unfortunately, just as Jeralt said, there had been no full-scale war in Fodland in the last 300 years ago which aligned with what he just read. Byleth started to doubt his sanity. Why was fate tormenting him with these vague memories? Were all these memories from the past or … the future? Most importantly, were they his memories?
Byleth was torn between two opposing thoughts and ideas, but he was so deep in thought that he failed to notice the stranger standing nearby, watching him intently and intrigued by the book he was reading.
"Excuse me, may I have a seat here?" Edelgard asked with politeness.
"Oh, good morning, Edelgard. I did not expect to meet you here. Sure, suit yourself.", Byleth relaxed his body and waived back.
"Looks like you are interested in the history of the Empire. You can ask me, you know. I'd love to provide you with any information you are fascinated with." Edelgard smiled pleasantly.
"Thank you for your kind offer. I must say the origin of the Empire has caught my eye."
"Indeed, who could have expected it was the Church of Seiros who fostered the foundation of the Empire." Her voice abruptly changed as Byleth failed to notice.
"By the way, how have you been Edelgard?"
"I'm doing well despite having many duties as house leader. How about you? What do you think of everyone so far?" Her eyes gleamed with curiosity.
"I'm fine. Despite being here only recently, I must admit I enjoy studying here." He replied, and Edelgard chuckled lightly in response.
"Especially how you and the professor treated Claude yesterday. I did not know you had a such good sense of humor." She said, enjoying the light banter between them.
"Trust me, if you have known her for around 2 years, you might be influenced sooner or later."
"If I did not know better, I would say you were her favorite student."
"She was my best friend before I became her student. But I guarantee that she will treat everyone fairly in this class."
"Indeed, however, I must say our professor is quite "energetic" around you. There might be some gossip soon.", Edelgard smiled gently.
"I did tell Jeralt that if she got fired in the next few days due to some scandals, we should have returned to our old mercenary band."
"I hope that will not be the case given our academic year just started. Speaking of class, are you prepared for our mock battle?" She asked curiously, and he nodded confidently in response.
"I've often faced enemies on multiple fronts with the same amount of human power so I think it will be fine. What I'm more concerned about is reading materials."
"That's the spirit. Therefore, I wish to propose you an offer."
"An offer?"
"Since you've just recently become a student, it will take some time for you to catch up with the reading materials for our upcoming exams. I will be assisting you in this field while you can help me with battlefield experience."
"You give me too much credit, Edelgard."
"I'm only stating the truth, Byleth. You might even make a good professor if given the chance."
Professor Byleth, wait for us.
"If you say so, it will be rude of me to refuse then.", Byleth kept his composures and held back any gasps.
"Excellent, shall we start after the mock battle?" Edelgard smiled warmly, her violet eyes twinkling in delight.
"Fine by me then. Thank you for your kindness, Edelgard." Byleth bowed his head slightly in appreciation.
"You're welcome. What are you going to do today?"
"I will stay here for a while then call a day off." He answered casually; trying not to give away any detail about tonight's "adventure".
"Then allow me to assist you if you are still interested in reading about the Empire. I will be honored to do so." Byleth hummed which she took as a sign of acceptance and started explaining to him.
"I wonder how Bylass is doing now."
Bylass wandered around the monastery and tried socializing with the students, most approached her without any fear. She did not know the extent of rumors about her, but it seemed Rhea had done her a favor by defusing any doubts or fears if someone learned about it.
On her way past the dormitory, she encountered Dimitri who was accompanied by a muscular man; noticing her presence, he waved politely at her.
"Good morning, professor. I see you've taken your day off as well."
"We all deserve some breaks, Dimitri. Is this your classmate?"
"Yes, his name is Dedue – my retainer."
"It's nice to meet you, professor. Thank you for saving His Highness's life."
"Don't mind it. Plus, the credit did not go to me alone. I will introduce you to him next time."
"No matter what, I still owe you for your service. Therefore, please take this gift as my regards. It will serve you well when you are hungry", Dedue handed her some seeds.
"Thanks…", Byleth stuttered; not knowing what that was about.
"I'm sorry, professor but Dedue meant to say that you can plan this in the greenhouse which will turn fruitful later."
"It's alright. I will check it later then. Thank you for your kindness, Dedue."
"No problems, it's my duty as a retainer of His Highness after all."
"Dedue, we are students here so there is no need for formality."
"I guess Byleth would have different opinions on retainers once he meets you.", Bylass left a small smirk.
"Did something happen?", Dimitri got curious.
"Nothing, he was just being paranoid about the intimidating aura from his classmate. The retainer of our princess left quite an impression on him."
"I see. By the way, may I ask where he is now?"
"He is at the library now. I must say he has taken the role as a student very quickly."
"Send my regards to him then professor. Until our blades meet again at the mock battle, professor.", Dimitri bowed respectfully, followed suit by Dedue.
Before Bylass took her leave, Dimitri giggled as he informed her.
"I think I saw Claude ahead so you might want to chat with him."
"Thanks, Dimitri. I did not know you would sell your friend so easily.", Bylass bid farewell with amusement in her voice and walked straight ahead.
Unfortunately for her, Claude had already noticed her presence which made him run off quickly and left his pink-haired classmate baffled until her eyes gazed toward Bylass. Amused by what had just transpired, she was laughing joyfully and walked away, which Bylass guessed the girl would tease the Riegan heir for the rest of today. Maybe he did learn his lesson after all.
Once she arrived at the greenhouse, her eyes caught sight of a familiar green-haired. Just as usual, Linhardt was stretching his shoulders and covered his mouth after leaving a heavy yawn.
"Good morning, Linhardt. Are you enjoying the beauty of nature?"
"Hello, professor Yes, these plants undoubtedly give me the comfort I need. Plus, the Great Tree Moon is the best time to take a nap."
"At least, make sure you finish the assignments before you do that." Bylass shook her head.
"There are too many important subjects to research. Such as Crests … now I feel sleepy again."
"You want to be a Crest Scholar?", Bylass stuttered.
"Maybe … I tend to start many projects then get bored and leave it like that so I can't say.", Her eyebrows frowned but she might have an idea.
"Let's make a deal, shall we."
"What do you have in mind, professor?"
"I will tolerate your sleepy behaviors in my lecture from now on …"
"Are you serious? Thank you very much, professor.", Linhardt suddenly got energetic which surprised her.
"If only you agree to personal assignments that I will give you."
"What will be different from my usual homework then?"
"Since Professor Hanneman is also interested in researching Crests as well, I will figure something out with him so you both can do research together. From then, you will give me reports of your results. If I see that you do put effort into this experiment, I will not scold you for sleeping in my lectures anymore. Maybe.", she quietly added the last one.
"Hmm, it's not a bad offer at all. Alright, I accept this agreement."
"Good, I bid you farewell then.", Bylass waved and went inside the greenhouse.
After tending her business at the greenhouse, Bylass resumed her exploration and walked towards the classrooms. Despite being the day off, some students were remaining in each class studying on their own while the rest were chatting with each other. Suddenly she bumped into someone, followed by the sound of fallen books.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?", Bylass rushed to help the poor student.
"I'm fine, don't worry. You are the professor of the Black Eagles, right?", the blonde girl replied gently.
"Yes, my name is Bylass Eisner. My apology for bumping to you, …"
"I'm Mercedes from the Blue Lions. It's a pleasure to see you. I guess you are the mercenary that people have been talking about. Even though we are in different classes, I hope you will enjoy the time here." Mercedes replied with a warm smile.
"It's my pleasure, Mercedes. So, what do you plan to do today?"
"I don't know yet but since it's going to be lunch maybe I spend my time baking at the Dinner Hall."
"That's interesting, Are you interested in baking?", Bylass was piqued with interest.
"Yes, it's enjoyable and peaceful for me when I make those sweets on my own. I can give you some if you like, professor." Her voice held an undertone of satisfaction as she offered.
Intrigued by her talent, Bylass's curiosity was piqued. "I also know how to bake at a basic level. Would you mind if we sometimes baked together?"
"Of course not. I look forward to your cooperation, professor." Mercedes bowed politely before adding.
"Me too, Mercedes."
"By the way, you mentioned that you already have the basic knowledge of baking. May I ask what made you interested in baking, professor?"
Suddenly Bylass's smile dropped as her face got flustered after recalling an image of a certain blue-haired man. She quickly composed herself and replied with only half the truth:
"I just simply enjoy sweets."
"I see. I hope we will see again soon, professor." Then the blonde hair was gone and left Bylass alone in thought.
"I guess Byleth was right about the fact that I should be careful from now."
"Yes, I know you have a thing for him, but maybe try to be a bit less obvious around the students?" Sothis replied with a cheerful lilt to her voice.
"Sothis, I thought we already made it clear that we would not debate about my love life." Bylass scowled.
"Despite your reputation, you had been acting as if you were his wife ever since the encounter at Remire. At least someone decided to confront her true feelings at the end." Sothis teased in a sing-song voice.
"Do you enjoy tormenting that much?" Bylass let a heavy sigh.
"Easy there, I'm just stating the fact. However, I'm curious what you are planning for your date tonight."
"It's not a date...right?" Bylass mumbled uncertainly.
"No matter how you look at it, it's a date – reserved only for you two. You'd better try to impress him tonight or he will be taken by some girls at the academy."
"You don't need to remind me. I should have told him to avoid going to Manuela's room from now on." Bylass sighed, raking her hand through her hair in frustration at the memory.
"By the way, you should keep your voice down since many students start to notice your mumblings now."
"Why?" Bylass asked, confusion clouding her features.
"They can't hear me, so it looks like you are talking to yourself. Better not attract attention, don't you agree?"
"Agreed" Then she nonchalantly walked away, ignoring the curious stares from some students.
"Good to see you, kid. How have you been?"
"I'm doing well, Jeralt. So, this is your office!"
"It was the same 20 years ago and it has not changed a single detail. But not the people." As he said this, his expression grew sad for a moment before he quickly recovered and asked "I see that Byleth is not with you."
Bylass narrowed her eyes and growled, "Why does everyone ask me the same question?"
"Because you both had never been seen apart for most of the time. If this continues, there will be more gossip about you two." Jeralt held a pause "But I don't mind it at all."
"What do mean?" Bylass was confused.
"Kid, ever since our encounter with Byleth, I started to notice how you've changed in a positive direction, especially around him. When your eyes meet and your voices blend in conversation—you look like a young maiden in love." Jeralt grinned.
Bylass grimaced, embarrassed. "We're just friends," she said quietly.
"See, even your father agreed with me. Accept his blessing and confront your true feelings now."
"Sothis, could you please be quiet for a moment?"
"Friends? You don't need to hide, kid. I saw what happened after that night in Remire."
"Wait, you knew? Does that mean …" She was mumbling until her mind processed what he said, leaving her both horrified and embarrassed.
"Calm down, kid," he soothed "I have not told him yet, so you don't have to worry." His brown eyes were warm and comforting "However, I'm happy for you."
Embarrassed but relieved all at once, she let out a relieved sigh "I guess I should have been more subtle." She met his gaze fully before continuing "But thank you Jeralt."
He nodded understandingly before asking again "Now that the air has been cleared, what do you intend to do?"
"Honestly, I don't know. This is new to me, Jeralt," Bylass muttered, fidgeting with her hands nervously. "I have no idea how to make him notice let alone courting him."
Jeralt crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "You two were always sneaking off together every night back then at Remire."
"That was only sparring exercises so I doubt it would be counted." Bylass shook her head vigorously.
"You can take him on a date, can't you? Trust me, I was also clueless when I met your mother."
She stopped her movements abruptly as the words escaped his lips. "My mother? Could you please tell me how you met her?"
"I guess I have to break it to you then." Jeralt sighed:" Back then when I was in service of the Church, I got treated by a nun due to injuries from the early mission. And that nun was undoubtedly your mother." His voice sounded heavy but he still managed to recall the tale with fondness in his eyes.
Bylass couldn't believe what she just heard; she hadn't expected this revelation at all today. Her face brightened and her lips curled into a smile as the happiness began to bubble inside of her. "So, she is also working as well. Then where is she now?"
He shook his head slowly and replied, "I think I will fill you in another time. For now, you should focus on your 'best friend'."
"If you say so, I will leave it there. Nevertheless, thank you for your advice, Father." Bylass bowed.
"You never cease to amaze me. I guess I should have Byleth thanked later." Jeralt's eyes widened after hearing what she just said but there was amusement in his voice.
"Do you think she will like him?" Bylass sounded uncertain.
Jeralt softly chuckled before giving her a comforting nod.
"A parent will always give blessings for their child's happiness," he reassured her with a gentle look in his eyes. "I know she will approve him just like how I did."
"If that is everything, I will take my leave now. Have a good evening, Father."
"Good luck to you, daughter." Once Bylass left, Jeralt looked toward the window and stared at the dawn; his eyes were heavy as he mumbled:
"Looks like history has repeated itself. She is no doubt your daughter, Sitri. And the man she falls in love with is dense just like how I used to be." A small smile crossed his face.
"If only you were here with me, to see how our daughter has grown and how happy our family has become." Jeralt gave a sad smile, remembering all the years without his beloved wife by his side.
"I hope you are watching over us, no matter where you are."
Garreg Mach Monastery, Outskirts Town
"Are you sure this is going to work?"
"Trust me, nobody would notice us. I think" She replied with a shrug.
"That's why I'm doubting your plan, professor."
"Come on, don't be so pessimistic. We are nearly there."
Byleth groaned but simply followed her advice despite his hesitation. He had expected that she would give him a detailed plan for sneaking out of the academy without being recognized. To his surprise, Bylass simply gave him a hood and a cloak. He knew that trusting her was the last thing he should have done but he had already dug too deep now. All he could do was pray that her silly strategy would work in the end.
"I can't believe you managed to convince the gatekeeper to let us through that easily," Byleth said.
"He is a friendly guy after all. Plus, it's one of the privileges of a professor." She replied with a playful smile.
"I will call it an abuse of power instead. Now I start to wonder whether you fit to be a professor."
"A student should trust his professor, you know." Bylass pouted.
"Anyway, let us enjoy this exploration, shall we." Byleth offered his hand, surprising her. She managed to pull her up and took it willingly without hesitation.
"We've only been apart for half a day and you already miss me. I'm flattered, Byleth."
"If I'm not keeping you in line, you will get lost sooner or later. It looks like you miss me more than I do, professor."
"Idiot!" Bylass muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" She shrugged and dragged him down the main street of the town.
As they walked along the cobblestone streets, the sounds of horses trotting by and people chatting filled their ears. The smell of freshly baked bread and roasted meat wafted from the nearby shops, making Byleth's stomach growl. He kept his head low, the hood shielding his face from view, but Bylass walked boldly alongside him, her cloak billowing behind her in the wind.
"Are you hungry?" Bylass asked, corners of her mouth turning up slightly in a tentative smile.
"Yes, I am. I haven't eaten dinner yet due to being caught up in the reading."
"Speaking of that, how was your day?"
"It was fairly good, somehow I met Edelgard at the library, so we decided to study together."
"I see...the princess seems to be taking quite a fancy to you." The brief surge of joy Bylass felt suddenly gave way to an oddly somber pang in her heart.
"She has been nothing but kind to me ever since we met. Cold she might seem, but she is a good friend."
"It has been only a few days and you already get along well with everyone in our class. I'm proud of you, Byleth!"
"Thank you, Bylass." He paused for a moment before continuing, "All of this still feels like something out of a dream sometimes."
"Even if it is all just fantasy, I hope that we never have to wake up from it - that we can always stay in these carefree moments forever."
"Then let us enjoy as much as we can!" His face lit up with joy "I'm starving now- how about we get something to eat."
"Could not agree more!" She nodded her head as they walked hand in hand and headed toward the nearest tavern.
"That was a nice meal!"
"Indeed, plus I must admit you were right about that nobody could recognize us. It has been a while since we could eat in peace."
"I told you, didn't I? The night is not over yet so let's continue our journey." Her face was flushed with excitement.
"Yes, yes, milady!" Byleth offered her his hand.
"Ready when you are, servant." She chuckled and intertwined with his fingers.
"Hey, you there!" A voice suddenly yelled, terrifying both of them which they thought were already caught.
"Sorry for my shouting earlier. Anyway, we need your help." A man in costume greeted them.
"Huh?" Byleth raised an eyebrow, "Why do you need our help?"
"Our two lead actors suddenly got sick and our play is about to start. When I saw you both, my instinct said that you would fit the roles perfectly.!"
"What is the play about?" Byleth glanced with curiosity.
"You both will play the leading role of one of our most epic tales – A Stream of Stars. I belong to a group of travelers performing stage plays occasionally wherever we end up and this night is like any other."
The man glanced between the two before them, taking in their intertwined hands. He grinned and shook his head in amusement as he spoke:
"Although our leading actors got sick, it is fortunate that I came across a cute couple like you?"
"Couple? We are not …" Byleth was about to protest when Bylass squeezed his hand tightly and smiled with politeness.
"Of course, we would love to participate in these roles." She said without missing a beat.
"Perfect, then follow me."
Byleth reluctantly followed the man as they headed for the stage. Turning towards Bylass, he whispered, "Are you sure this is a good idea? It will be troublesome if someone spots us."
"I guess it will be fine since it's likely they will hand us some costumes. Moreover, this is quite interesting."
"By the way …"
"Huh?"
"When did we become a couple?" His voice was not accusing but curious.
"What are you talking about?" Bylass nervously laughed, trying to brush off the topic.
"You did not correct him when he said we were an item."
Bylass felt like she was slapping herself for her amusement when she heard those magical words. Even though Byleth was dense most of the time, he was not stupid. It also did not help since Sothis was starting to tease in her head at this moment but she tried to keep her cool.
"The time has come, do it."
"Do you feel bothered by it?" Bylass sounded uncertain.
"Not really, I'm just curious a bit. I should have expected this since you are also used to Claude calling us his parents." Byleth replied with amusement in his voice.
"How much I long for that to become true!" Bylass blurted out; covering her mouth immediately to her horrified.
Byleth's brow furrowed as he tilted his head towards her, obviously unaware of the sudden shift in the conversation. "What was that?" he asked curiously.
"Never mind," she quickly recovered, hoping the moment had passed without him noticing her embarrassment. "We should prepare for the play now!"
"Five minutes until the play starts! Is everyone ready yet?" One of the staff asked.
"We are but I'm not sure about our lead though."
Byleth was busy reading his lines on a piece of paper while 2 show dressers did the makeup for him. With a skeptical look on his face, Byleth began:
"I'm doing well, I think. Do I need to remember everything written here or just read my lines?"
"You only have to remember your lines, young man. Moreover, there is a prompter behind the stage that will feed you the line in case you forget."
"Can't you mention this to me earlier?" Byleth groaned.
"My bad! But he can't do it most of the time so try to memorize at best you can."
"Alright. I think I'm ready now."
Byleth stood up and cast a glance at the mirror. Dressed in black attire, highlighted by a red shirt inside. On the left shoulder, a long cape reached his waist with the same color matching his attire. Lastly, a white mask covers half of his face, shrouding him in mystery and charm. If anyone from the academy encountered him now, he would not live to see the teasing and gossip for the rest of this year, especially Jeralt and Claude. He hoped the mask would do its job in concealing his identity or he'd better go into hiding for a very long time.
"Where is the stage again?"
"If you go straight ahead, there will be a stair on your left. From there, my colleague will give you more guides."
Byleth nodded and followed the route he was shown. His footsteps echoed in the hall, and as he drew closer to the stage, the murmurs from the audience grew louder in his ears. He could sense that some of them were excited, but despite this being his first time acting, Byleth kept his stoic composure. Inwardly though, he was anything but calm. He repeated words of assurance to himself as he walked.
When he reached the end of the corridor, an attendant signaled for him to enter with a warm smile. The orchestras began to play then, and Byleth felt a chill run through his body as he heard the announcer bellow out:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! We hereby present to you – A stream of stars!" The audience cheered in response, and Byleth took a deep breath before taking off onto the stage once the curtain started to rise.
In a faraway land, there is a kingdom ruled by a benevolent King.
Under his insightful guidance, the people of Breteovia have enjoyed a prosperous life filled with nothing but peace and happiness.
And today, he decided to throw a festival for all his subjects and neighbors to celebrate.
This day is the 18th birthday of his daughter, Princess Maria.
Thus, royals from various kingdoms have come to join him in this blessing.
Including a young man, Prince Andryr.
Dozens of actors and actresses in ornate costumes with detailed masks took their places on the stage as the narrator finished speaking. With the longsword in the waist, Byleth quickly followed them and noticed that the other nobles were bowing their heads. He silently joined them, waiting for his cue.
Downstage entered another presence; an actor dressed to resemble a nobleman, confidently striding towards the empty throne. He confidently sat upon it, marking the beginning of the banquet.
"Welcome to the Kingdom of Breteovia, my loyal subjects and friends." The King began the speech, receiving claps from the guests "We're gathered here today for this joyous occasion- the birthday of my beloved daughter- Princess Maria!"
From the castle, the doors opened and cleared the way for the main character of the banquet. Byleth resisted his urge to gasp unlike the others once his eyes laid on Bylass.
The dress hugged her curves tightly, cascading down to the floor in mysterious black. Her hair fell loose as usual but for some reason, Byleth could not help but be captivated by her beauty at this moment, even more so than in the past when he first met her. For the second time in his life, time seemed frozen as she slowly walked next to the King and greeted the guests.
"It's my honor to have you here on this joyous day! From the bottom of my heart, thank you!" Bylass gave a respectful bow and clasped her hands gracefully behind the billowing skirt of the dress.
Contrast to what he expected, Bylass said in a monotone just like how she had been towards others but him. However, that did not prevent the audience from grasping at the princess's elegance. Unknowingly, his lips curved into a smile when her entrance was welcomed by applause from the audience and actors.
"Let the feast begin!"
Once the King announced, a symphony of waltz started to play, signaling the ball had begun. The other actors took their cues and started to move toward their dance partner leaving Byleth standing awkwardly by himself. As the waltz continued, Byleth and Bylass circled slowly around the stage until they were standing in front of each other.
"Greetings, your grace." Byleth cleared his throat and bowed politely.
"Greetings, honored guess. May I have your name?" She bowed in return with a graceful dip of her head.
"My name is …" Byleth stuttered until the prompter gave him the signals "Andryr! Prince Andryr, your grace!"
"And which kingdom do you hail from?" Bylass giggled.
"A kingdom … not far away from here."
"I see! Forgive my bluntness, would you grant me this dance?" She offered her hand with a welcoming smile and a delicate curtsy.
"If that is what you wish, then I shall return the favor, Princess Maria!" He accepted her hand and allowed her to lead him into the dance.
And thus, the beautiful princess and mysterious prince joined hands in hands.
As the music began to play, their feet moved in perfect harmony. She gracefully spun around him, her long royal black gown flowing behind her like a wave.
In return, he twirled her across the floor, her gown's bejeweled train trailing behind them as they moved in dazzling harmony.
The princess and prince were twirling gracefully on the dance floor, like two birds in the sky, flying to infinity which could only be reached by them.
As their graceful dance came to an end, Bylass leaned back gracefully. His hand extended out and held her firmly as their fingers intertwined on the other side.
"Your moves were smooth, your Grace!" Byleth said as he righted her and bowed his head.
"You too, sir Andryr. Are you certain this is your first time waltzing?" Bylass smiled teasingly.
"Of course. Don't you trust me, your Grace?" He replied with a smile of his own.
"I'm flattered. And please drop the formality. Just call me by my name."
"But … I fear it will not be appropriate. I dare not disrespect you, milady!"
"Don't worry, you have my permission." She said softly.
"As you wish, it would be my pleasure, Maria!"
"Andryr, would you take a walk with me?"
As Byleth nodded in agreement, the royal court quickly dissipated into the background, and their surroundings transformed into a lush garden illuminated by starlight. They walked in silence until Bylass spoke again:
"It's peaceful out here, isn't it?"
"Yes, I enjoy the quiet here. Did you raise these flowers on your own?"
"Quite astute, Andryr. Yes, these were my mom's favorites." Bylass said with a sad tone which perplexed him. If there were not any audience staring at them now, he would assume that this was reality.
"I'm sorry for bringing it up, milady! Please forgive me." He nodded apologetically.
"It's alright! It wasn't your fault she died. What about you? How are your parents?" Her voice was gentle yet inquisitive.
Byleth felt a sharp twinge between his eyebrows as if someone had just struck him with a hammer; memories from his past rushed through his mind at the mention of family. Knowing he should have remained professional due to being on stage, he cautiously replied according to the script:
"They were gone!"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that then.".
"Don't worry, I do not mind at all." He gave her a reassuring smile.
"Thank you for your kindness and consideration, Andryr!" She beamed back at him.
"You know, there is another reason why I love these flowers."
"May I ask why?"
"My mom always said, these flowers represent purity, innocence, and rebirth. Death is not the end, it's the beginning of a new life. I pray that our loved ones will find peace in the afterlife."
"Me too, Maria!"
"I'm enjoying our time together. This is the first time we met but ... I feel connected."
"And so do I, milady!"
"Have we ever met before I wonder?" She teased.
"Maybe in another life. Our paths had crossed at some points."
"And here we are, enjoying the banter together and being reunited at last."
As Byleth chuckled, the lights flicked off. Men in Grim Reaper-style robes oozed out of the shadows, slowly forming a circle around them. Bylass gasped as Byleth grabbed his wooden sword from its sheath and stepped forward, shielding her with his body.
"Intruders! Guards!" Bylass yelled.
"We've found you at last!" One of the hooded men said.
"It's time to fulfill your density – Chosen One!" Another man said and charged at Bylass; the audience were applauding in shock and amazement at the transition.
Fortunately for Byleth, since he came to the academy, he had learned how to hold himself in order not to hurt other students, which was useful for acting at this moment. Deflecting a few attacks, he steadied his sword and clashed with the assassins until he was overcome and apprehended by two lackeys.
"Get your hands off her!" Byleth bellowed, his voice rumbling like thunder.
"I have no interest in you, foolish Prince! Shall we be off now, Princess?" The leader answered coldly and grabbed her away.
"Andryr!" Bylass yelled; her hands trying to reach out to him until she disappeared alongside the kidnappers.
"Bylass!" He cried out desperately and rushed to the spot where she had gone. Realizing his mistake, he awkwardly corrected "Princess Maria!"
Some people from the crowd took notice of his mistakes and chuckled joyfully. The clapping and cheering of the audience eased his mind a bit, reminding him that nothing had happened to her.
"Dear Goddess! I can't believe this day has come." The King reappeared and yelled dramatically.
"Your Majesty! I'm sorry I could not protect her, but I promise that she will return safely to you!"
"A young prince arrived on her 18th birthday." The King murmured "Just like the prophecy had said. I beg you, young man. Please save my daughter!"
After Byleth nodded, the King left and the scene changed once again. The garden of lily flowers turned into a dark cave.
And so, Prince Andryr had set out on a journey to rescue his Princess.
Picking the trails from the perpetrators, he quickly found the lead of their whereabouts, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.
But little did he know, this was only the beginning of the end.
"Release her now or you will face the nightmare himself!" Byleth roared furiously and pointed the swords at the hooded men. The crowd was shocked at his demonstration they started to cheer and applauded loudly.
"Another fool trying to play the hero! Guards, kill him!" The leader ordered menacingly.
Byleth charged toward the guards, swinging his wooden sword with force and fury. Actors recoiled as they saw his brutal slashes. One whispered:
"Hey, we are amateurs here so could you please restrain your strength?"
The comment jarred Byleth back to reality, and he relaxed his stance. He defeated each guard with precision, skillfully holding back his remarkable strength while remaining professional. The crowd was electrified, clapping and cheering him on in a frenzy of excitement.
"Tell me who you are before I finish your pitiful life!"
"I'm a messenger of Fate, Vangelin. Looks like I've miscalculated you. That hair and that will … there is no mistake. You are Prince Andryr!"
"You know me?"
"Of course, how can I forget you?" He paused then continued.
"How can I forget the pitiful hero who failed to protect his Princess for thousands life."
Just one more time, then I can save her.
"Don't mess with me. Tell me the truth or face the consequences!" Byleth groaned and shook his head.
"Argh! So, you even forget her as well. My condolences to you, Princess!" The leader looked at the sleeping Bylass.
"What did you do to her?"
"She is sleeping for now and preparing for her ultimate destiny- the sacrifice for our dying world."
"Like hell, I will let you do that!" Byleth pointed his sword toward him.
"Looks like you need to see it for yourself, champion!" The leader snapped his finger and different narrator voices filled the air.
Andrey, it's okay. I will be fine.
No, Maria. Please, don't do this!
Goodbye, Andryr!
There is no time, Andryr. I must do this.
Why must you do this, Maria?
It's my duty as a Chosen One to carry on the will of Fate for she is the life force of our world.
Farewell, my love.
"This is …" Byleth stuttered.
"Yes, these are memories of your countless times trying to defy the inevitable. And you know what? Every time, you failed miserably." The voice rang over his ears; his skull felt like splitting open as if another memory was trying to get out.
Why did you grant me this power only to let her be taken away from me?
Another memory crossed his mind as the scenery changed again.
Why do you torment me with such fate? Why can't I save everyone?
You can't save anyone, Byleth! Not even yourself!
"Enough!" Byleth gripped his head and roared furiously, shaking the images away.
In a single move, he rushed toward the leader and slashed him down. Fortunately, the antagonist actor was better than the rest, so he was able to fend off Byleth's violent attack. As the fight continued, Byleth continuously thrust as if facing a real assassin himself which eventually knocked off the actor resulting in cheering from the audience.
Tossing the blade away, he hurriedly approached her and knelt at her side. Her mask was off, revealing the hidden beauty he had admired ever since he met her. She looked so peaceful, sleeping in a dream she would never wake up from. His hands reached for her cheek, searching for the warmth that he longed for.
Despair filled him as he embraced her body, knowing that even if he wanted to escape this cycle of suffering, he couldn't.
Soon the cycle would continue and they would be reunited once again.
But will it be the answer for both of them in this endless cycle of suffering?
The narrator paused and let the emotion sink in before speaking again.
However, there is one way to break this curse once and for all.
A true love kiss.
Byleth's face reddened at those words and he was left torn between two choices—should he follow his instincts or ignore them? Should he go against what was written and risk ruining an entire performance that had been graciously provided to him? Or should he act out the script even if it meant making things uncomfortable between him and her? Would she want him to kiss her—did he even want this?
Byleth stood frozen in the moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the audience's eyes on him as he lingered at a distance from Bylass. The prompter subtly gestured for him to act quickly and not let the audience down. Swallowing hard and clenching his fists, Byleth finally stepped forward and carefully removed his mask. His lips brushed lightly against hers, and he felt her body tense up. He held her close and gave a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Bylass slowly opened her eyes and reached for his cheek. Happiness flushed over her face as her eyes were staring deeply into his own, longing for something he could not understand.
"I knew you would come for me, Andryr." She said.
"Maria, I …"
"Don't say anything, you've done enough, my love!"
"My love?"
"I'm sorry. I should have expected how confused you are right now."
"It's alright. I do not mind at all."
"You don't?" She asked hesitantly.
"We have all the time in the world, don't we? I'm looking forward to hearing of our past from you."
"If that is what you wish, I will happily abide."
"I love you, Maria."
"And I love you too, Andryr."
The air around them seemed alive with the swell of emotion as their chorus rang over the town which then earned the attention of the bystanders. The curtain closed on a standing ovation, leaving the two lead characters alone until one of the crew arrived.
"That was astonishing. I knew inviting you two would be the highlight of the evening," one of the crew said, admiration in their voice.
"You have tremendous talent on stage. We would love to offer you a permanent contract working with us here."
"Sorry to disappoint but we have to leave now. This might be the last time we meet but I'm grateful for our cooperation." Byleth let go of Bylass and recomposed himself.
"From sword fighting to dance to acting; what other talents are you hiding, Byleth?" Bylass smiled teasingly as he reached her mouth and covered it, hoping no one caught a glimpse of their names.
"Unfortunately, this is how we part but it's alright. You can keep the costumes as mementos. May our paths cross again in the future." The staff bid farewell to the pair as Byleth hurriedly put his armor on along with his hood which was followed suit by Bylass who looked more relaxed despite his urging.
"Next time, you will be on your own if something like this happens again" Byleth deadpanned at her.
"That hurts. And I thought you were also enjoying the play as well. I must admit I was impressed by how surprised I was when you suddenly got so emotional in the last arc." Bylass giggled after recalling the memory.
"Forget it please!" His face got even redder as he groaned again until they decided to scram away before getting caught by the Church.
"Too bad," Bylass added, "I will remember each second of that moment, Prince Andryr." She emphasized that last word, making him groan once more.
Despite his irritation, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed by what had just happened. His mind raced with questions, but the most pressing remained unanswered — why did he kiss her?
Was it because he wanted to please the crew and show them he could act? Or was it something more – a desire deep inside him that just took over without warning? He recalled how his heart raced and his lips tingled as they drew closer to hers, and yet he hadn't been able to stop himself. He couldn't help but watch Bylass walk away contentedly humming, feeling a wave of conflicting thoughts wash over him.
"Am I falling for you?"