Chapter Thirty-Three
1.
"How," Hilda gazes around, demanding and awed, "did you even find this place?"
It's taken a few days for schedules to align, but the Golden Deer ladies finally make it to Leonie's all-in-one habitat location. Truly, the underground space looks like it would fit better as a boss arena. The circular, cavernous space is completely flat in the middle and seems one earthquake away from sending the roof down on them. Sunlight comes from somewhere, but there are no obvious holes in the ceiling to point out. Two water sources surround the flat ground. One is a river, and it provides the only ambient noise around with its dull babbling from the moving water. On the other side, saltwater drips from a pipe that cuts through the middle of the cave walls. A small, dark water pond stretches into the tunnels beyond it.
Leonie watches the glowing green moss that's regrown around the saltwater's edge with a vengeance. Apparently it's magical in nature, great for healing wounds, and tastes like seaweed. Indy had offered her a bite before he gathered it all up, and just like then her nose wrinkles in distaste at the thought of eating something that, even from a distance, takes a sledgehammer at Danger Sense. "I got roped into helping with the sauna fix last week. I think they're coming back down here to try and fix that leak on Sunday, so this might be the only chance we get."
Lysithea pauses from analysing the room to squint at Leonie, "Did you get paid for the work?"
"Does knowledge count as a currency?"
A scoff from the pinkette, and Hilda marches towards the center, "Don't let them take advantage of you again. We're not here to do free labour for the Church of Seiros."
Leonie barks a surprised laugh, but it's Marianne who says what the group thinks, "Hilda… as Officer's Academy students… we are paying the Church for permission to do their work."
"We get licences out of it," Hilda gazes around the room. "Room and board. It would be much more expensive to pay for everything out of pocket. However… you might be right that our expected workloads are too broad. Something I'll get Claude and Lorenz to look into."
Another thing to keep watch on. Everyone's been slowly catching up on missed information while they were away on the mission last week. A couple students have left, some clubs got into fights, and Hilda's drafting a letter to her family still. It would all seem business as usual… except something has stirred the Eagle and Lion nobles into spending more time on history books. This interrupts the Golden Deer's tutoring hours, leaving Claude to cancel the rest of the week and make a cramming session mandatory on their free day.
Seeing as Hilda is still talking to the oldest Deer, Claude still hasn't confronted his second in command about Leonie letting slip of a secret being kept. All the orange haired woman can do is hope Claude continues to keep too busy and won't ask after it.
"Okay!" Hilda stands in the middle and claps her hands. "Enough standing around! We have limited time, so let's get started. Marianne, what would you like to do?"
The blue haired teen falters for only a moment under their stares. Leonie grins at the quick recovery. Good to know this secret is bringing them together as a squad.
"Once we figure out the rest of the forms," Marianne cups the not-marbles in her hands, "then I would like some practice in them. If- if that's alright."
"Totally fine," Leonie crosses her arms behind her head, trying for relaxed expression. "We're all here to help."
Lysithea's taken a seat on the ground, empty book and quill out, "Remember, tell us everything before you move on to another Crest Stone."
Once told of the layout, Marianne moves closer to the saltwater and holds out only what they assume is the Stone for dolphin. It is not, as Leonie quickly learns, actually a dolphin. Instead they get a glimpse of Marianne's new form – something dolphin-shaped with a venus flytrap-like mouth – before she's swimming in the saltwater pond with only a dorsal fin visible.
Then Marianne starts glowing. Or, more accurately, the eight jellyfish-like stingers haloing down her body start glowing.
"Is that a dolphin?" Lysithea asks and Hilda hurries over to the water's edge. Marianne does a leap into the air and transforms back, Hilda catching her easily on the decent.
Leonie doesn't give her answer much thought, "Yes."
Because, really, how would anyone here ever know the difference?
The next creature is a person-sized, incredibly fluffy bee with dragonfly wings. The sound Marianne makes to hover would have deafened anyone without a Faith shield. Lysithea makes a note not to use that form indoors again and they move on to the last form.
A blue dragon, sleeker than The Immaculate One – Rhea's true form – and with enough stylized and flight-focused feathers to put peacocks to shame. Marianne is still the same maximum height of her human form, but the tail could wrap around Leonie three times. Where the not-dolphin and not-bee creatures could unsettle, the dragon is majestic and cute. Leonie sucks in an awed breath and, for the first time in a very long while, feels the fragile, innocent wonder of being in a magical world thread its way around her bones.
By the way she laughs when the transformation falls, Marianne feels the wonder too.
"So," Leonie tries for nonchalant as she helps keep Marianne standing. The bluette leans heavily on her arm, head resting on the woman's shoulder as breaths even out, "what's the verdict? Which one is your favourite?"
Marianne laughs again, blushing and avoiding everyone's stares once more, "I quite enjoy being a tiger. I feel more like myself, if that makes sense."
"Of course! I think I'd lose my mind if I was something that could fly."
"A water creature that breathes air," Lysithea scowls at her own notes. "No thanks. You're certainly braver than all of us, Marianne."
"I think I'd want to be a tiger as well," Hilda ponders. "Shall we practice with you in that form for a while? Or would you like to do something else?"
"T-tiger is fine," Marianne risks a glance up. "Thank you."
"Of course," Leonie makes sure the other lady can stand before she backs away. "Don't strain yourself. We have all semester to find another place to practice."
"She's right," Hilda guides the deep-in-thought Lysithea back. "I'll find you a saltwater location even if I have to arrange a teleport."
"Please don't do that," Marianne rushes to hold her hands up in surrender. "I-I can find something once the year is over. And, none of you would be able to help with water fighting since you cannot breathe underwater."
Leonie raises a hand, "I can." Gets stared at. "Is this another magic thing I need to teach you?"
"Yes," Hilda's sweet tone does not match the maniacal grin on her face, "please."
"Later," Lysithea breaks in before Leonie can ask if Hilda's alright. "We have a job to do. Marianne, please transform and start getting used to being a tiger."
"Hey," Leonie perks up as Marianne gets used to walking on all fours, "once your coordination is working, we could fight!"
"Leonie no."
"Leonie yes. No better way to learn then to sink or swim!"
"She's a tiger, not a dolphin. And we're not tossing her into the water!"
"It's an expression!"
2.
Tiger Marianne pauses in the middle of a dexterity test. Transforms back in record time and asks, "Did anyone hear that?"
"No?" Hilda glances around, but the other ladies shake their heads. Leonie closes her eyes and tries to focus beyond the river noises, but no luck. "What did you hear?"
"I-I," Marianne falters, shoulders curving in, "I thought I… heard someone…"
"You probably did," Leonie offers off-hand. With sound out of the way, she squints into the darkness that make up the few tunnels. "Tigers can hear things we can't. Do you remember what location it came from."
After a moment, Marianne points. Through the entrance shade come two people. The taller of the two laughs, sound echoing for all to hear. The tone is deeper than the companion with bright red hair, whose responding murmurs cutting out when the Golden Deer ladies are spotted.
Tall one has a large battle axe. Companion has a book. They both hold capable, graceful stances, and reveal enough ab under their white-grey outfits to backup the trained fighter looks they have going. They both look clean, and Tall's hair has a ruffian slick-back look. No one Leonie's met in the Abyss could financially afford the sight before her.
The orange haired woman pulls back her fixed smile to show a bit too many teeth. Magic burns through her, ready to apply if things begin to get heated. They're not supposed to be here, after all. To add to the threat against her Housemates, no one let Leonie put up any protections because it could interfere with the results.
So, the woman raises a hand and calls out, "Hello!" while ready to punt these intruders into a wall. Lysithea could take Tall-Axe from a distance, but protection from Companion-Book's magic will be difficult. Unknown magic always is. Marianne's in no shape to fight, but Hilda could carry her and Lysithea away. When in doubt, Leonie knows how to get creative-
"Baltie!" Hilda calls. The word is repeated in an incredibly scandalized shrill as the pinkette leaves her group behind, charging at Tall-Axe.
Leonie hears Companion-Book ask, "Debt collector?" that Tall-Axe responds to with a no before Hilda leaps at the stranger for a hug.
With a sigh that shakes the magic out of her, Leonie turns to the sensible Deer, "Would you like me to carry you over?"
Marianne tries a step before nodding, "Please."
"How," Lysithea packs up her things. Marches onward, "does Hilda know everyone?"
Marianne giggles, resting her head on Leonie's as they follow up behind, "It does feel that way."
"Must be her Crest ability," Leonie jokes.
As if to prove a point that it's not, Hilda breaks out of hugging Tall-Axe to shove him into a stumble, "We thought you were dead!"
"Hilda, I-"
"We mourned you. My brother was distraught for months! And here you are?! Hiding in tunnels under the Church?! What-" the drop of one curse leads to two, the noble Deer gasping in shock. Leonie's eyebrows raise higher, sharing a glance of incredulousness with Companion-Book at the creativity of insults Hilda throws out. Leonie's almost proud, she didn't think Hilda knew half those words, "-thinking Balthus?!"
"Yah Balthus," Companion-Book has a little smirk on, tone absolutely deadpan at the chastised man. "What were you thinking?"
"I'm sorry, Hilda," the ripped giant pulls her into another hug. Hilda breaks down sobbing. "I'm sorry. I meant to lay low, and then one thing happened after another – there was this whole situation with a Church relic – and no matter what I did it was never safe to send a letter. I didn't mean to make you all worry so much."
"Well you did, you jerk," she sniffles and pats his chest, but with the strength she uses it's a reprimand as he stumbles again. "I will be telling Holst. You'll be lucky if he ever lets you leave Goneril again."
"Whoa there," Companion-Book holds up a hand, still completely deadpan. "Balthus isn't going anywhere. Can't, really."
Lysithea jumps in before Hilda can lose her mind, "What do you mean by that?"
"Means I have an agreement with the Church," Balthus sighs and takes his axe off. Rests against the handle, trying for cool but looking rather pathetic with the strained smile. "I'm here looking after the people in the Abyss until they can figure out where to put me. Hey! It's not so bad. Just means I can't leave the grounds for now."
Hilda makes a noise of frustration. Marianne calls her back, looking even more sad and pathetic until the pinkette goes over to take her in her arms. Leonie, with her arms free, helps the redheads out by abruptly changing the subject, "Well! I think it's time for introductions. I'm Leonie, nice to meet'cha!"
"Hapi," offers Companion-Book still deadpan. Picks at her white skirt for a barely-there curtsy. "This guy's Balthus."
"Lysithea von Ordelia."
"Marianne von Edmund."
Finally a begrudging, "Hilda Goneril."
"…So," Leonie draws out the word, not curious but no one else is breaking the tension, "what are you two doing here?"
Blathus perks up, "We're here to fight some monsters- ow!"
Hapi's elbow retracts from his side, her face showcasing a vaguely unimpressed outlook on this situation. While Marianne and Lysithea look nervous, Leonie perks up, "Would you like some help?"
Hapi blinks.
"Always!" Balthus picks up his axe. "There's normally more of us but Hapi and I can take anything around these parts. That's why we're here today. Once we're in the middle of this room we can get the party started!"
Hilda groans, "More work?"
"You can go back," Leonie winks, not all that interested in listening to complaints. It will be nice to burn off some energy since she couldn't fight with Marianne. "It should be clear the whole way up."
Marianne raises a hand, "I-I'm recovered enough to stay."
"I'm not leaving," Lysithea states.
"Fine!" Hilda huffs. Balances the blutette to point at Balthus. "But we need to talk after."
Hapi is ignoring them, face smoothing as she looks for a while at the adult of the group, "Leonie."
"Yes?"
"Hmm… nothing," Hapi decides. Gaze slides to Lysithea, "It's going to be giant monsters. Are you sure you're up for a fight?"
Lysithea puffs up, "I can handle myself just fine!"
"How about you lead?" Leonie offers Hapi with a pointed glance at the book she carries. "I don't know who's fought giant monsters before, or what weaknesses to look out for. What weapons so you recommend?"
"Hmm…" Hapi looks over to where a blushing Marianne is sitting, watching Hilda and Balthus teasingly snipe at each other. "It's good to have a mix of weapons. Monsters down here do not have the same weaknesses for every shield. Can Marianne do any healing? Keep her away from the fight since she's already tired?"
"She can," Lysithea begrudgingly answers, taking the healing tome Hapi digs up.
"That leaves sword, lance, and bow."
"Leonie, do you have the kaboom sword?"
"Always. Hilda! Lance or bow?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Would you rather use a lance or bow?"
"Lance!"
Seriously? The pout doesn't show, but Leonie holds out her most durable training lance, "Don't break it."
Hapi makes a move like she's going to ask where these weapons are coming from, but Balthus interrupts, "This is great! It's been ages since we had a full squad! Come on, get to the middle everyone! We have some hunting to do!"
Hilda scoffs, "How are we supposed find the monsters if we are to stand in one place?"
"Just watch!" Once they're in position, Balthus turns a cheeky grin on Hapi. "If you would do the honors?"
Red eyes and a piercing stare watch him until Balthus wiggles his eyebrows. Hapi's guarded expression relaxes as she inhales, and then lets out a deep sigh.
Like a bomb going off, Crest threads burst from the woman in every direction. Leonie coughs as they hit her diverter wards hard enough to break through. The ward below, stopping the Crest in its tracks, works completely as intended. It's still a drain on the energy, as if someone's fist had punched into a river and hit rock bed at the bottom. Hapi won't be able to break through until Leonie loses all energy to keep the ward going. By the vaguely startled expression Hapi aims her way, the Crest wielder knows something is up.
Crest threads stop attacking Leonie stop the moment the sigh does. When Leonie doesn't give any sign of change, Hapi backs off the staring to look into the tunnels, "Here they come."
Roaring noises backup her statement. Leonie's smile widens to show too many teeth. Yah, she thinks. Understands the echoing calls very well. I'm just as mad from that attack.
3.
For all she is a competent threat, Hapi doesn't have the motivation to back it up. Or, maybe it's more that she cannot find reasons to chance after mysteries. Any strong emotions can lash out, creating a Crest explosion. Whether by design or necessity, the only things keeping Hapi alive are survival instincts and her friends.
"We consider ourselves the fifth House of Garreg Mach," Hapi explains to Lysithea as they walk through the tunnels. Balthus and Hilda are in the lead, meanwhile Leonie watches it all from the end of the line with Marianne asleep on her back. "There's only four of us in Ashen wolves, but we do what we can to keep the Abyss running."
Lysithea has been very interested in the magic Hapi used, but the group has bluntly been told that Hapi does not want to talk about it. So, instead, she's giving questions aimed towards the entire society no Deer but Leonie knew existed below the Church. "Why not add more people to your House?"
"We have certain… requirements, that make us outcasts even amongst outcasts. But if anyone appeared who could keep up with our level of activity, I'd vote to include them no matter what."
"Well, you'll have to look outside of the Officer's Academy. We are all main class students and that is not going to change."
"Ah, but someone could always join our House after graduation."
"If anyone meets your vague requirements, then they are likely already claimed by one duty or another."
"Duties aren't forever," Hapi stretches and looks over her shoulder. "Hey, we're almost at the exit. You okay, Leonie?"
"I'm fine," the woman responds, tilting her head a bit. She's curious that Hapi asks, but they did just fight together. The redhead doesn't have the strongest Authority of the group, however Hapi did good not to get anyone more injured then a swat from a monster's tail. Maybe Hapi cares more then she can visibly express. "Thanks for showing us the faster path."
"No problem."
Shorter it may be, but the exit involves climbing up a bunch of rocks and out of a hole. Leonie assures the others that she can carry Marianne and climb out just fine, so she's going last. They trade goodbyes – Hilda doing her best to crack Balthus' spine with her hug. The guy is made of strong stuff as he doesn't even wheeze – and Lysithea begins a hesitant path up.
"Wait," Hapi catches Leonie's jacket, gently tugging until she stops following the Deer. Leonie's still smiling, if not feeling it, when she turns to hear the other woman out. No Crest peeks through. Not even when Hapi's long stare into Leonie's eyes turns her lips up into a returning, dead inside smile, "Next time we meet, I'll buy dinner. As a friend."
Well, Leonie certainly wasn't expecting that, "Just friends?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll take you up on it." Against Leonie's shoulders, Marianne's arms tense. Not as asleep as they all thought, but she won't give away the game. "I'm always ready for a decent fight if you ever need an extra hand."
"Thank you. I'll hunt you down and ask next time I need to sigh."
Leonie winks. Turns to start climbing, "Don't bottle yourself up too much. And Balthus, I'll make sure Hilda doesn't go overboard trying to drag you home just this once, okay?"
"Thanks Leonie!" he laughs like they've known each other for years. It's oddly endearing how these two Abyss dwellers treat her, but not something Leonie has time to foster. "You're a good pal!"
Marianne tightens her grip on Leonie even if its unneeded for the climb. Leonie's had more then enough practice climbing with things that cannot risk falling back in Sauin Village. Halfway up, the younger Deer whispers, "When are you going back to the Abyss?"
"I'll try to slip down there on the free day."
"…Please let someone know before you disappear down there."
"Huh? Why?"
"I don't want you disappearing and never coming back."
"Then I'll let you know when I go down. Just don't go sending anyone after me. I've been exploring the tunnels, anyone else would get lost very easily."
"…Can I tell Hilda if you are not back by dinner the next day?"
"That's fair," Leonie concedes. "I shouldn't be down here for too long, so don't worry, okay?"
"I'll try."
4.
Battling monsters took longer then planned. By the time the four Deer sneak back to the Officer's Academy grounds, they are late for dinner.
Claude, despite his relaxed posture, doesn't allow his smile to reach his eyes, "Good evening, ladies. What have you been up to?"
"Walking," Hilda sniffs. Claude glances over to Leonie. One orange eye closes for a wink. "And you, gentlemen?"
An obvious deflection, but the others don't ask further. They stick around until everyone's finished eating, and then walk together towards the dorms. Just when Leonie thinks someone is going to talk with her in private, Hilda manages to herd Claude and Lorenz towards the stairs with a swooning Marianne.
"You were all okay out there?" Ignatz asks.
"Just fine," Lysithea scoffs. "We lost track of time; I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Right, Leonie?"
The woman laughs, "Yah, it's my fault. I volunteered us for some extra work; Hilda hated every minute of it."
"I'm sure," Ignatz chuckles with her. "Fair warning, Claude or Lorenz will use the book alert if anyone is late again."
Raphael scratches his head, smile rueful, "We talked them down this time, but I don't think it's going to work again. They were acting really weird at dinner."
"Ugh," Lysithea rolls her eyes, "great. Here I thought I was done with nannies."
Leonie's eyebrows shoot us as she glances at the three, "Is this something we need to be worried about?"
"Likely not, seeing as we are all mature and can take care of ourselves. Especially as a group."
Raphael nods, "That's what we told them!"
"How they acted…" Ignatz pauses for a moment. "Raphael, do you remember the story your parents told us about the red-eyed, black dragon?"
"Yah! Hey, they kind of acted like him!"
Lysithea makes a noise, "And for those of us who don't know the story?"
"Ah, according to the story, the leaders of the Roundtable were friends with a dragon that flew through Fódlan twice a year. It had six red eyes and scales that seemed to absorb all light. When the dragon stopped in the Alliance, Roundtable meetings were excuses to gather and greet it. No one would fight until it left, because its return always brought a sense of peace."
When he pauses for a breath, Leonie leans against the nearby pillar. It all sounds very magical, Lysithea looks very drawn in, however, "What happened when it left?"
Raphael is the one to answer, face falling, "Lots of fights broke out, apparently. Some people tried to use this as an excuse to start a new religion around the dragon, but I don't think it ever took off. Especially with what happened next."
Lysithea breathes a soft, "What happened?"
"After one such departure," Ignatz nods, "Duke Riegan was filled with such unease that he forced the Roundtable to continue for the four weeks it would take the dragon to show again. The foreboding feeling started then on those with minor Crests. Then the major Crests grew to snapping at every little thing. There was a lot of fighting, but on the final day a messenger burst into the room. What was reported silenced the room, the courtyard, and the city.
"The dragon was dead. First captured by the Church who thought it an enemy, and then killed after it injured the Archbishop. While the rest of the continent cheered, it took another week before the Roundtable was talked down from their rage. They swore to never breathe a word of what had gone on that week. To let the story of their friend and fury remain that."
"So be weary, young ones," Raphael adds in a way that isn't mocking, just repeating what he's heard plenty of times, "of the powers of beasts and the promise of peace."
When it's clear there's no more, Leonie claps. Lysithea looks indignant, "How have I never heard this story before?"
"I do not believe many nobles have," Ignatz looks uncomfortable. "My parents didn't know it until Raphael's parents taught it. I do not think any of the Riegan knights know of it, but some of Gloucester's villagers tell it around fires."
"I must have missed out then," Leonie muses. "But, hey, what part of the story reminded you of Claude and Lorenz?"
"Claude almost wrote in the book right away, like he knew you weren't going to be there on time."
Ignatz nods, "And Lorenz was a lot quieter as the meal went on. It made me think of how uneasy the minor Crests got in the story."
"That just sounds like they were worried for us," Leonie tries not to sound like she's shrugging off the concern. She's actually has some nice feeling in her chest, relaxing her lungs at the implications. People were worries for her and Leonie got a story out of it, good end to a crazy day. "We were safe and hopefully that makes them less stressed about our abilities. Thank you for the story, by the way. It was very interesting."
Has a lot of implications if any of it is true.
"Of course!" Raphael grins. "We'll have to trade tales sometime!"
"Absolutely!"
They say their goodbyes, but Lysithea stops Leonie before their doors. The white-haired teen raises an eyebrows, "We were safe?"
"Of course," Leonie had only maybe lied just a little about it. "I wouldn't have let anything happen to you guys. If Hilda didn't know Balthus… well, the whole meet and greet would have gone differently."
After a moment of staring, Lysithea sighs and drops her head, "Next time, let me do the talking, okay?"
"Of course," she lies.
"Seriously, Leonie. No fighting until I give the word."
"You like to spoil my fun, don't you?"
5.
"Happy birthday!"
"Thanks everyone!" Raphael laughs and does a round of hugs. "Wow! How did you get a cake that size?"
"We got some tips from Annette," Ignatz offers. "Marianne and I made it."
"Thank you!" They all laugh as Raphael measures himself against the four layered cake. "This is incredible!"
Much like Lysithea's birthday, the party is just the main class Golden Deer. They sit in a mock-circle, trading stories and chairs as Raphael takes turns receiving gifts. Leonie gives him spices and a small coin purse with enough coins to get second servings at dinner for a week. She ends up next to Marianne and Lorenz when everything has been presented, talking about special events.
Though, it definitely feels more like being ganged up on then talked to, "And what if Manuela picks me to sing? I don't want to sing. In fact, I don't want to be anywhere near the Officer Academy's choir."
"Come now," Lorenz scoffs at the commoner's excuses, "the chances are slim you would ever be picked for the choir, never mind the ceremony itself. Manuela would not risk such an important event by letting her animosity towards you take over. You must attend Saint Macuil Day."
Hahahaha, no, "I must not."
"It is a once in a lifetime experience," Marianne hesitantly adds. Leonie isn't sure how she feels about the teen's budding confidence being used against her. "None of us will ever likely be invited back to attend with how selective the Church is with their attendees and followers of the Saints."
"If I ever get curious, I'll see the ceremony in the Empire's capital. I hear they do fireworks with their magic!"
"Absolutely not," Lorenz forbids with a sneer. "They do not even follow the spirit of the blessed day. All they do is show off their party tricks and dance the night away. No, come to the one run by the Church. Their blessings and grace will increase our Faith by just reading with the masses."
Before Leonie can restate there's no way she's going, Raphael exclaims loud enough to catch everyone's attention, "I did! Professors Byleth and Manuela gave me some today, and Constance sent me a bouquet of Lily of the Valleys."
The group gives a slight pause. Leonie knows of at least three Constances in Garreg Mach Monastery, and none of them have ever appeared partial to the Golden Deer house. Ignatz asks what they're all thinking, "Who is Constance?"
"I think she's a priestess," Raphael tilts his head as a thought pops in. "Huh, I never actually asked. Anyways, remember back when we were doing all that stuff pre-mock battle? I met her then! We've written a few letters back and forth. She helps recommend me gifts for Maya!"
"Huh," Ignatz looks deceptively innocent. His curled fists give him away, "I'd like to meet her if at all possible."
"That would be great! I'll ask her in my next letter!"
"If she's ever interested in meeting any of us," Claude's grin deflects from the electric chill in his eyes. And here Leonie thought she was the paranoid one of the group. No one gets this protective when she meets new people, "then I'm sure we can find the time. Always great to make new friends."
Raphael knows there's some hidden subtext here, but what he'll end up putting in his letter is all up to him. For now, he goes for willful obliviousness and slings his arms around Ignatz, smiling at Claude, "It would be amazing if we all became friends! It's really nice how fast we can send letters. Apparently the place she lives in is very close by!"
"Where does she live?"
"In the Abyss!"
Lysithea spit takes.
6.
Slap.
"Whoa there!" Leonie grabs the noble woman's arm before she can hit Sylvain again. Slides her way between the two – ugh, the woman is Avinna – and keeps a joking tone she doesn't feel, "I don't know what he did, but violence isn't the answer."
Leonie doesn't feel anything. Nobody else in the village below the Monastery looks twice at the situation happening in their streets. A few side-eyes at the intervention, but everyone goes back to their daily life. Who cares about a fight between nobles, right?
Avinna grimaces in distaste. Yanks her arm out and sneers, "Don't touch me you filthy commoner."
See? No reason to get involved.
"Hey now," Sylvain's voice is like steel. He steps closer to Leonie, as if to defend her. "I can put up with your accusations against me, but do not talk to Leonie like that."
Whatever his expression, Avinna flinches back. Quickly rebuilds her anger and meets Leonie's gaze, "He-"
"I don't care," it's cute Avinna looks for someone on her side now. "You lost the moral high ground when you hit him. Get out of here, Avinna."
"You have no right-"
"Don't care. Walk away or I'll make you."
Avinna bares her teeth. Holds her head high and sashays away.
Leonie waits until she's gone before turning to Sylvain. He looks as unimpressed as she is, "She is going to be such a pain when I see her again."
The noble's healing face breaks into surprise, "Do you see each other often?"
"She's in my elective's group. So? What happened?"
His arms cross behind his head, "How much did you see?"
"I saw you two talking. Avinna looked angry. Slapped you. Now I'm here."
There is more to the story. While Leonie saw them, it was obvious neither picked the Golden Deer out of a crowd. Leonie still plans to head to the orphanage, wants to check on the others who have slowly been getting worse this past week. Only, when Avinna had raised her hand to slap the taller young man, Leonie stopped her path. Felt nothing as she watched the moment of violence. Would have kept walking, if not for the look on his face.
Defeat. As though Sylvain expected this. Unsurprised, and no motivation to stop the second incoming hit.
Red on his cheeks, meaning he took the blow without his Faith shield.
And Leonie, for a moment, felt something. A smidge of the how dare someone do this that she feels on and off towards Bernadetta. It was gone by the time she grabbed Avinna, but it is nice to have a murderous urge backed by feelings. She won't kill anyone - knows tirelessly not to act on the stabstabstab thoughts - but if Sylvain could offer a list of who made him like this, then someone might die eventually.
Sylvain's aloof expression doesn't meet his eyes as he finally explains, "She saw me on a date with another noblewoman yesterday."
That's it? Leonie squints. Decides his face looks more pinchable then punchable – doesn't follow through on the action but it's another mark against Avinna – and asks the obvious, "Did she know you were seeing other people?"
"Before we started doing tea parties, I made it clear I am getting around." He motions to his face, "Avinna made it clear she doesn't like seeing that in action."
Leonie raises her eyebrows. Doesn't want to risk a Heal when she's in the mindset of seeing the orphans. Might accidently wipe out his Crest. "You're not going to see her again, are you?"
"After this? Absolutely not."
"Good. Now, come on. I need an extra pair of hands."
Sylvain chuckles and falls into step, "What? Not going to lecture me on my impropriety?"
"You actually telling someone you're a multi-dater is a plus in my books," Leonie pulls out a woven bag and makes him hold it while she shops. There's not much of a bread selection at the end of the day, but it is cheaper and the orphans don't care. No gluten allergies as far as Leonie knows. "Also, that explanation is not something I'd be forced to apologize to Avinna for. So, we're good."
His smile turns wistful, "Ingrid thinks I should date one person until I decide if I like them or not. Felix says I'm wasting my time."
There's no real question – and honestly, Leonie does not care. Not her House, not her problem – but societal conventions say it's her turn to talk about the subject, "Everyone has their own way of doing things. From what I've seen, Ingrid is a romantic and Felix would date anyone who beats him in a fight."
"Hahaha, I'll tell him you said that. So! What are you doing in the village at this time of the day?"
The sun is setting and it's long after dinner, a rare sight to have a Golden Deer out so late in the village. Unsafe for them all with how low the class numbers and political backings are. Leonie's been in worse areas and has Danger Sense, she's not scared of an assassination. Instead, the woman is much more interested in not explaining the Abyss, "Claude and Hilda looked like they wanted something from me, so I'm avoiding them."
Sylvain's laughing again, the smile finally reaching his eyes. Nice to see him looking less dead inside, "You're avoiding them by buying bread and walking… where exactly?"
"To the orphanage! They'd never think to look for me there. Do you think you can hand out the stuff to the kids while I talk with the employees?"
"Oh, I'm helping you out now? I see how it is."
"Redhead solidarity."
"Again… we have orange hair."
"Semantics," Leonie huffs, smile freezing for a moment as she keeps looking forward. Musters up the smallest amount of responsibility she can. "And you know… just want to throw this out there… if you need a place to hide from your adoring fans, you can use my room."
"They are more like women scorned then fanatics."
"Them too. Don't take any more hits, Sylvain."
His steps falter before keeping pace once more, "Aw, Leonie, it sounds like you care."
"Of course I do," lie. "Do Ingrid and Felix know that some ex's hit you?"
"Mmm," he looks away too. "Depends."
Not a good answer, possibly a lie. "Well, my room is legally unlocked all the time, so my offer still stands. Just try not to mess with anything when you eventually show up."
"'When'?"
"Of course. Not all noble ladies are as sane as… Hmm…"
"Thinking hard there are you?"
"Aurora. Aurora is pretty sane."
"I'll have to take your word on it."
7.
"Heal."
This is the third child she's removed a Crest from.
"You said the new priest stopped by to look at the kid, right? Whatever he did must have worked! The Goddess is answering our prayers to help them!"
There are more who are sick, but not dying yet.
"Hey! There's plenty to go around and you all know it! Stop trying to guilt Sylvain."
Some of those will die because Leonie cannot muster up enough emotion to care and check in regularly.
"Of course I'll be back! I may be busy, but I'll always look forward to seeing your smiling faces!"
Sometimes, Leonie wishes she could hate herself. If she wasn't content to follow the plot, maybe she'd try harder.
Maybe then, she'd be a good person.
"Hey," Sylvain breaks the silence as they walk the darkened path to the Monastery. "Are you… doing okay?"
"Of course," Leonie's arms cross. "Why do you ask?"
"The mission you were on… Rumors say your class had to kill people."
"We did. Bandits," amongst other targets. "…Are you concerned you'll have to kill on your mission?"
"Yes. No. Maybe… Don't tell anyone but I am nervous."
"I was too, about my mission," Leonie looks up at the star filled sky. It's comforting, seeing the universe and all it's expanse. "I had thought… this is how it all starts, right? The world's first time seeing us. In our case, hunting us. But it's really not. The Knights can handle most of it and… well… if you don't want to kill anyone, then you have classmates who can do it for you."
Like Leonie can for her own class.
"I know Felix can handle it," Sylvain keeps his eyes towards the Monastery. Leonie tilts her head, catching his pensive look in the corner of her eye. Whatever the story there, she and him do not have a high enough support rank for it to be said. "It is only… Hmm, would you think less of me if I said I don't want to hit anyone?"
"Of course not," Leonie elbows him until he sees her smirk. "Did you think I was always like this? I cried the first time I had to hurt an animal. It was all very traumatic. So… I want you to remember two things when you go on your mission, okay?"
"What's that?"
"First, it's okay to not be okay with the way things play out. If you can't stand inflicting pain or killing, then don't stand for it. You're a noble, so you can always go back home and hire a bunch of people to look after you. And you have friends that can help you in the meantime."
His laugh breaks and his head turns away, "I wish life were so easy."
"Then don't make it complicated. Now! Number two!"
Sylvain indulgently looks back as she doesn't elaborate, "What is number two?"
Her smile isn't real, but Leonie's practiced enough not to let it show how easy it would be to stab him, "There are people who care about you. Come back alive and don't let anyone take their frustrations out on you like you did earlier today."
"What?" he rasps through a chuckle. "Aww, do you care about me Leonie?"
"Of course, dummy." Her elbow to his arm is light enough it shouldn't make him lose hit points. Goes against what she just said, but next time he teases the contact won't be so friendly. "Do you know how many lance and sword users I'm on friendly terms with here? And I've heard you've been keeping an eye out for the youngest students. And today at the orphanage? Nice people like you are hard to find. So don't die or get grievously injured, okay?"
"Ah, your faith in me is touching. Like a fire to stave away the darkness."
He looks pointedly at her hair while saying this, so Leonie goes in for the kill, "I'm telling Felix you let your Faith shield down today."
"What?! When did I do that?"
"When Avinna hit you."
He gaps. Orange eyes wide as his Crest lashes out, trying to find her around the darkness and diverting ward, "Don't tell him. Or Ingrid. Or- anyone."
"Are you a masochist?"
"Am I- no!"
"Then if it happens again, I'm telling."
"It won't."
"It better not," Leonie matches his stare, orange for orange. "Do not take a hit like that again, Sylvain."
Whatever he's thinking, whatever he sees on her face, Sylvain doesn't share. Something about her sincerity – or itch for violence – gets through because he folds. Nods. "Okay. Okay, I won't. I- I won't."
His Crest draws back, but Leonie's rising urge to make sure he understands does not. Barely restrains herself from asking who made him like this. He's in another class. The Lions can help Sylvain. They are his friends. If Leonie doesn't have time to systematically murder Bernadetta's abusers, then she cannot do it for Sylvain.
"That includes Ingrid," Leonie gets out.
"Ingrid doesn't hit me! Not like that! I promise- and she'd never do it if I dropped my shield!"
"Okay. Just making sure. Now, come on. I'm tired and you need to get ready for your mission."
"That's in two days. I'll be fine."
They bicker the whole way to the dorms, but Hilda's appearance outside Leonie's room draws them both up short. The pinkette straightens off the nearby beam with a, "Finally!"
Sylvain pats Leonie's shoulder, "Good luck."
And proceeds to ditch her. Hilda sneers as his retreating back, "What were you out doing with him?"
"Checking in on the orphans. Hilda, what are you doing here?"
"Sleeping here tonight," she says, the implied duh in her tone.
"Is this going to become a thing?"
"Of course not." Hilda leads the way into Leonie's room. "Claude dropped all the paperwork on me since he's busy with some Alliance problem."
Leonie taps a hand on the wall, activating the wards as she stares at the piles of paper on her desk that certainly weren't there before, "And this is my problem because…?"
"There's no way I'm going to finish it all tonight."
The older Deer doesn't break under the pleading eyes of her classmate. No, Leonie graciously lets out a massive sigh and grabs a stack, "Would it kill you nobles to ask for help?"
A mock gasp, "Leonie! I have a faint-of-heart disposition. Do you not understand how close I was to collapsing under the weight of these responsibilities? Why, anyone else would-"
"I get it, Hilda. You're allergic to work. Now grab some papers and help me find the tea order sheet."
For a long moment, the younger Deer is still, "Why are you looking for it?"
"Because either we control the tea, or we order it behind Claude's back. Which is it?"
Hilda's grin is slow to form. Her laughter though? Explosive.
8.
Penelope glances at the notes on the library table once more, "Okay. I'm ready for the quiz."
Leonie leans closer so she doesn't shout the questions out. It's already hectic in the library with the entire Golden Deer House taking over for the free day. Claude constantly moves between tables, making sure everyone's good while trying to get his own studying done. Tomas, Ignatz, Lorenz, and Lysithea have started a discussion group with mage-inclined people from the other Houses. Hilda's holding court about some Alliance history – Marianne by her side – meanwhile Raphael and Leonie cover close-range weaponry knowledge.
Of the few non-main class students okay with commoners, Penelope is getting all the help she can for her weaker studies. With praise after the latest round of questions, she blushes and switches over to Raphael's group of loud, active people following his demonstration. Tomas is either oblivious or doesn't care the library is much louder than it should. While Leonie cannot trust him, there's no reason for the fake librarian to reveal himself yet. So, with no one in her group, the woman feels safe to turn full attention onto an incoming Claude.
He sits down across from her, green eyes softening from something electric to reassured, "How are you?"
"I feel like I should ask you that. Have you had a break yet?"
"This is my break. Seriously though, how are you? It's so quiet back here it feels like you're being forgotten."
There's… something in his gaze at that. Not exactly judgemental, could almost fretful, "Absolutely fine. Maybe a bit bored, but it's nice quizzing other people and lecturing rather then being on the other end."
"If you say so," he laughs. Reaches across to pat her hand. "Want to-"
Claude cuts off. Leonie turns in her seat, watching with him as Marianne slips out of the room a bit faster then normal. Leonie stands, "I'll go after her."
"Thank you."
The blue haired Deer is easy to find. Leonie follows the erratic Crest threads to an unused corridor where her housemate looks over the back of the Church. One hand on the wall, the other clutched to her chest, Marianne stifles her cries. Doesn't seem aware when Leonie leans back on the wall beside her.
"…So," at Leonie's voice, Marianne flinches. "What's wrong?"
The silence lingers. One finger at a time unclenches, and then the younger Deer hesitates before Leonie. Slowly holds her arms open, and then wraps Leonie in a tight hug when the woman copies her.
"It all hit me," Marianne mutters against her shoulder. Eyes squeeze shut as Leonie rubs her back. "No matter if I can control the changes, those who hate the Crest of Maurice will see this as proof I am evil. They will look at me like I am nothing more then a mindless beast."
"We have a lot of options on how to deal with the future," Leonie tells her. "No one in the Golden Deer would see you as anything less than the beautiful, smart, sweet Marianne who can tame even the rowdiest stable animals with a few words. It's up to you how far we test and reveal your Crest, and anyone who thinks that it controls you should be ready to taste my fist for saying so."
That garners a giggle, "No violence please, Leonie."
"If anyone makes you cry, it's Hilda they'll have to watch out for." Another wet giggle. "You are wonderful, Marianne. There is no curse that surrounds you. We can work on changing the world's perception of your Crest, or we can keep it a secret. Whatever you're comfortable with."
With a deep breath, Marianne steps back. Wipes away her tears and musters a smile. Before she can speak, they're interrupted by a questioning, "Leonie?"
Being only just taller than Marianne, Leonie's quick turn and attempt to hide the recovering lady doesn't do much against Dimitri and Dedue's towering heights, "Hey guys! What brings you over here?"
"We were on our way to the library when we thought we heard you," Dimitri awkwardly grins as he looks between the Deer. "My apologies for interrupting."
"It's fine. We'll be in the library in a-"
Marianne tugs on Leonie's t-shirt. Locking eyes, mutters, "I'm fine."
Leonie leans closer to ask, "You sure?"
"I am."
"Okay." Straightens and aims her best I'm not actually craving violence, promise smile at the Lions. "Let's all head to the library! Hey, Dedue, you're still part of the gardening club, correct?"
The tallest in the group nods, "I am, yes."
"Marianne's been interested in touring the greenhouses, but none of us have had a chance to go with her." Leonie winks over at the suddenly very nervous Deer who looks like she'd rather jump out a window then make new friends. "When you guys are back from your mission, would you have time to show her around?"
"Of course," the small smile he flashes appears to be a direct hit. Marianne stumbles into Leonie's shoulder. "Can we discuss further once I have returned from the Kingdom?"
It's adorable how read Marianne goes, "O-o-of course!"
"I wouldn't mind seeing the gardens again as well," if Dedue's smile was a direct hit, Dimitri's look of joy leaves Marianne clinging to Leonie. "Would it be alright if I joined?"
Marianne squeaks out, "Just fine!"
"Maybe we can make it a group thing," Leonie ponders. "Or you guys could sell tickets for tours."
Dedue shrugs. Dimitri goes back to looking awkward, "I do not think the Church would agree with that plan."
"Eh, it was just a thought. How are you guys feeling about your mission? You leave tomorrow, right?"
9.
Where the Golden Deer were assigned to deliver farming supplies and Byleth's class will – eventually – hunt down bandits, the Blue Lions' first mission of the year is to deliver blessings in Kingdom territory during Saint Macuil Day.
"Are you excited?" Leonie asks as she helps Annette, Ashe, and Mercedes load the cart. "Nervous? Somewhere in the middle?"
"Now, now, Leonie," Dorothea tuts, pulling her out of the wave on incoming supplies. Unlike the Golden Deer, the Lions have enough people to help load everything. This volunteer assistance all comes from the fact Dimitri helps load other carts. Everyone wants to be on the prince's good side. "Of course they are all feeling that. It's not every day you're representing the Church for such a large ceremony."
"This is going to be so much fun!" Annette squeaks out from behind a pile of crates. "We're going to be in a real parade!"
"I'm nervous," Ashe chuckles and helps her out. "I don't think my heirship ceremony had so many people…"
"The more the merrier," Mercedes steps down to clasp hands with Dorothea and Leonie. "We will be okay now. You can go say goodbye to the others."
"Have a safe trip," Leonie waves as she's pulled away by Dorothea. When everyone's gone back to their jobs, she turns to the Eagle. "You in a hurry?"
"Everything is too calm," Dorothea looks serious. "Do you see Edelgard or- ah, there he is. Please do not escalate the situation further."
Seeing Hubert and Felix death glaring each other, Leonie makes no promises, "Hey Felix! Have you finished loading the carts already?"
"I don't see why others cannot do it," he doesn't turn from the staring contest.
"If you don't pack the weapons you want, they'll be left behind! Take it from someone who knows."
Faced between using a non-sword weapon and keeping up the gloomy atmosphere with Hubert, Felix bares his teeth in a not-so-nice smile and storms away. Hubert huffs out his nose, death glare turning on the ladies, "I did not require any assistance."
Dorothea is unaffected, "Good thing that was not for you. What were you doing, Hubie? I was there when you were given specific orders not to antagonize anyone."
He scowls harder, eyes first going to meet Leonie's grinning face, and then to where Dorothea's holding the commoner.
"Don't mind me," Leonie winks. "I already know you live to cause trouble."
He has the gall to look offended, "I do not."
"Leonie has a point," Dorothea finally releases her, only to snatch Hubert's cuff. "Come along, we need to go find Edie."
"I don't have to listen to you."
"Then I'll tell Lady Edelgard you're being mean to me." Dorothea's fake simper turns a few heads. Leonie glances away to hide her laugh.
Hubert rips his arm away, "Fine. Her Highness was last near the entrance hall."
"Thank you, Hubie. Are you coming, Leonie?"
"Nah, I have a few more people to say goodbye to. I'll catch up with you later."
"Tea time?"
"Of course!" she waves them off, but doesn't move until the two are out of sight. By then, Dorothea's holding on to Hubert's cuff again, and he makes no move to remove her. "Interesting…"
"There you are!" Lysithea hisses, appearing through the crowd to stop in front of the oldest Deer. "Hilda's making me say goodbye to the nobles. If I have to, then so do you."
Leonie smiles winningly, "Of course. So, who's got you coming to me in fright?"
"I'm not scared! It's just… Felix looks ready to stab someone."
"And you need someone as a meat-shield. Understood!"
"That's not what I- Leonie! Get back here!"
10.
"Is this a thing now?" Leoine jokingly asks the two people outside of her door fifteen minutes before curfew. She's just come back from a brief walk – search for hiding spots – around the grounds. If the surprise visits keep up, she'll have to be in her room on time for the foreseeable future. "Are we in a thing?"
Whatever Claude and Hilda had planned, it fades quickly with their shared glance. Claude, at least, looks happily confused when he asks, "What thing?"
"That's what I'm ask you guys." Leonie's quick to walk past them, hitting on the privacy wards as she makes for her supplies. "Is this going to be quick? Because I do have to clean up before I go to bed tonight."
Hilda interrupts Claude as she sits on the bed, looking at the soap Leonie holds, "You don't keep those with you?"
"The room has to looked lived-in, doesn't it?"
"Do you use a spare then or- never mind. Leonie. What did you tell Claude?"
"I tell him a lot of stuff." The mentioned teenager pulls up a chair and sits on it backwards, watching. "You're going to have to be more specific."
"What did you tell him about what we ladies have been up to?"
"Oh, easy. I made a promise that I'd tell him important things-"
"Actually," Claude interjects, smile not reaching his eyes. "The promise was to talk to me. It was implied that it was important information I wanted to hear, no matter what the situation, but it was mainly so that you do not go quite about something again."
The world freezes- metaphorically. Leonie can only wish Byleth would rewind so she would have time to form a response. This is the problem with lying, she didn't go back and read the exact words Claude verbally contracted her to. All this could have been avoided by not saying anything, "Huh."
Hilda is not impressed, "What do you mean 'huh'?!"
"My bad."
"Leonie!"
"Well, would it help if I swear we can trust Claude? Like, one-hundred percent, would bet on my life he won't use the info for his own gain, kind of swear?"
"No!"
"Sorry," Leonie glances over to the poker-faced House Leader that stares off into middle distance. "You got anything you want to say, boss?"
Claude snaps out of it, expression turning very charming when he looks at his second in command, "Hilda, once I know what half my House is keeping from me, I promise to drop it."
Leonie watches in real-time as the math crosses Hilda's face. Can see the moment where she almost blows up the entire tea trade they've setup with most of the Deer. The clout is too great though. Many of the other House nobles owe them for the teas Ignatz and Raphael have managed to get routes for. Not only is a profit being made, but Hilda's connections have never been so vast within the female nobility sphere.
Claude will put a stop to it if he knows. By order of the Church, all House Leaders must put a stop to or report market dealings by students. It's why Leonie can't sell anything of her own down at the market. A slap on the wrist and a warning as punishment, along with the blacklisting of all students involved from Church vendors for the year.
Just last night they took full control of the Deer's incoming tea supply. Hilda loses more by admitting it then she does by explaining Marianne's situation.
But, Leonie sighs and concludes to herself, it's more of a betrayal when it's someone you like. Time to take responsibility for her actions, "Stop." Puts down her things and walks over to Hilda. Holds out a hand. "We'll talk to the other ladies. Put it to a vote if we tell him. And for what it's worth? I am sorry."
Hilda glares, "We already voted."
"No, we didn't. We were stressed. Made some choices. And my actions went around that. I will apologize to the others, but I think we need to sit down and discuss and really vote on who we open up to. Please, Hilda."
Silence stretches on. Hilda looks at Claude, makes a face, and then takes Leonie's hand, "I won't be able to trust you with some things now that I know you report to him."
"I report to Lysithea too," Leonie laughs. "That's what friendship is like, isn't it?"
"Goddess you're so stupid."
Leonie just winks. Turns to ruffle her fake-smiling House Leader's hair, "Feel free to stay. Poke around or sleep or whatever. I'll have something interesting to tell you when I'm back no matter what."
He grabs her hand, "Will you be alright?"
"Of course!" Going by the Crest strands he and Hilda try to wrap around her hands, neither of them are convinced. "Hey! Do I seem like the kind of person who runs away from all their problems?"
"No," Hilda snaps, jerking her hand free to grab Leonie's arm, "now come on!"
When Leonie turns to wave and wink over her shoulder, Claude stares after them. His arm outstretched; hand curled. As if trying to claw the ladies back.
A/N: That time when there is practically no payoff ending in a cliffhanger whoops.
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