"Look, it's Byleth!" One of the children shouted joyfully and ran towards him.
"Zelina, Sophie, Elliot, Roland, he is here!" Another one yelled as the other kids quickly followed suit and started to hug him warmly. Byleth responded with a small smile, patting their heads in return.
"Byleth, did you bring us any gift?"
"Roland!" A blue-haired girl that seemed to be the oldest one gave him a disapproving look." How many times have I told you it is rude to say so?"
"It's alright, Rosalia!" Byleth said softly, ruffling her hair, causing her to blush." I said that anyone behaving well would be rewarded, didn't I?"
"I suppose … that is the case then."
"There she goes again! Always pretends to act tough while she is the happiest one in all of us. Byleth, do you know how much she treasures the doll that she gave you?" Zelina giggled." I remember how dearly she held it and mumbled someone's name when she was sleeping. If I remember correctly, it was …"
"Shut up, Zelina!" Rosalia mumbled sheepishly as she avoided Byleth's gaze.
"Anyway, do you have any tales for us today?"
"Stop right there, Elliot. I want to hear the ending of the battle of Sreng."
"You've heard that story three times already, Irina! Now it's my turn."
"Guys, please stop fighting!" Sophie said shyly, trying to stop the bickering which appeared to be futile.
As the children's bickering continued, Byleth watched silently with a small smile on his lips. He recalled their first meeting- full of fear and mistrust. How could he blame them? After all, they had already lost so much in the wars and skirmishes that plagued their lives, and now here he was – the indirect cause of their misery. But still, he came back again and again, bringing gifts and kindness to try to win them over. Eventually, his commitments were fruitful, and soon enough they began trusting him enough to let him pat their heads. However, things would quickly take a huge turn once he started to teach them swordsmanship.
With each visit, his tales captivated them, and curiosity quickly turned into admiration. He remembered Roland's excitement when he asked how they could become like him, a question soon echoed by the rest of the children. From that day onward, he became their hero, and they became his little angels—proof that someone like him could deserve happiness.
"Calm down, children! Fortunately, I'm free today so we will have plenty of time for everyone here. Let's resume where we left off last time, shall we?" He added as some of the children clapped in excitement and took their seats, and an unspoken promise hung in the air:
"I will protect all of you!"
17th of Garland Moon, 1180
"We're entering the Gaspard region. Prepare to set up camp now."
"Professor, aren't we supposed to do the cleanup?"
"Because it might not be," Hubert said calmly and scanned the surroundings.
"That's right. Information tends to get distorted the further it travels, so it's best to always remain cautious," Bylass replied and briefly glanced at her students, some of whom wore troubled expressions.
"And so, it happens again," Dorothea murmured sadly, trying to steady her trembling body.
"Will I have to dirty these hands again? The hands that are only meant for research?"
"Lonato, please forgive me!" Ashe inclined his head in defeat, holding back his tears as Dimitri offered him an understanding pat.
"Ashe, how are you holding up?" Bylass asked softly.
"I don't even know, Professor. I thought I was ready for this, but I'm not. Is there no other way but to kill him? These people… I've grown up with them." His tears began to flow as his voice cracked. "Was Christophe not enough for them? Why must this happen to us?"
"That's why there won't be any killing today," a stern voice declared, bitterness evident in the words, immediately grabbing everyone's attention. The figure moved alongside Bylass, revealing Byleth, who had been silent for a while.
"He's right. Even though the archbishop's orders are clear, I want to emphasize this once again," Bylass continued, determination sharpening her gaze. "Remember my first principle: killing should always be a last resort."
"But aren't they rebels, Professor? There's no doubt they'll try to harm us even if we attempt negotiation. Besides, we must punish the wrongdoers,"
"Not everything is as black and white as you may think, Ferdinand," Bylass frowned. "These people are civilians who had no choice but to fight for their beliefs and families. I'm here to teach you self-defense, not to turn you into executioners in the name of justice." Bylass's voice suddenly rose, causing everyone to take a step back, surprised by the professor's passionate outburst.
"If I were you, Professor, I'd choose my words carefully," Catherine warned sternly, joining the group. Standing beside her was a dark-haired woman who initially appeared disinterested but visibly reacted upon seeing Byleth. Her eyes widened briefly before she regained her composure.
"Then explain to me why we must resort to killing the very people we are supposed to protect," Bylass retorted vehemently. "I didn't come here to teach my students to kill misguided civilians."
"You must understand that these people are causing trouble for the Church and directly opposing the Goddess herself. It is the Church's responsibility to pass judgment on her behalf, by our doctrine. It's unfortunate, but it's what must be done," Catherine sighed.
"And here I thought we were taught that the Goddess would extend her hand to those who have strayed. Care to elaborate on that?" Byleth replied coldly, causing Catherine to look at him with irritation.
"I thought a professional like you would already know that there's no chance of negotiating with rebels, let alone bandits. According to my intel, you didn't show any mercy to those bandits at the Red Canyon."
"I offered them a chance to surrender, and they responded by pointing their blades at my friends. Now, here we are, killing helpless villagers without a second thought. What kind of Church trains its students to become executioners?" Byleth spoke with a tone devoid of emotion, yet there was a hidden rage in his eyes that had unnerved Catherine for quite some time now.
"So, the infamous Shadow suddenly has a change of heart after all these years of tearing his enemies apart. Quite the hypocrite, aren't you?" Catherine rolled her eyes mockingly, a gesture that made Byleth clench his fists and shoot an intense glare in her direction.
An uncomfortable silence settled in the air as the students observed cautiously, afraid to make a sound. However, what worried the Black Eagles and Blue Lions the most was seeing their professor suddenly take a stance in front of Byleth, glaring back at Catherine with fiery determination in her eyes. Just before the situation could escalate further, the dark-haired mercenary standing next to Catherine intervened.
"That's enough! We have an urgent matter at hand. It won't do us good if we start fighting each other now."
"And you are?" Bylass turned her head toward the newcomer.
"Shamir – a knight of Seiros."
"I don't like this any more than you do, but Shamir is right. We'll settle this once the current matter is resolved," Catherine said, her eyes still fixed on Byleth.
"Couldn't agree more."
The soft glow of the fire cast flickering shadows on the faces of the blue-haired former mercenaries and their students as they sat cross-legged around it, bowls of soup nestled in their laps. Despite the earlier tension, there was a sense of calm that permeated the atmosphere. The only sound was the clinking of spoons against ceramic and the occasional crackle from the students who were eating in silence and continuously glancing at their professor and classmate who seemed to enjoy their peace. However, that silence would soon end as Bylass's mouth twitched.
"It has been a while since we've done this, isn't it?" Confused looks passed between the students before Byleth spoke up.
"Yes, and the atmosphere has not changed at all." His gaze roamed upward, taking in the expanse of stars above them. "The smell of soup, the twinkling stars...just like old times. Except for when we woke up on those trees with wolves waiting below."
Dorothea snorted into her soup, and soon laughter filled the air. Ferdinand and Dimitri were positively beaming as Linhardt, Ashe, and Bernadetta held back giggles. Even Edelgard and Petra couldn't help but chuckle. Unbeknownst to them, a small smile crossed Hubert's face before it returned to his usual cold demeanor.
"To be fair, that's how I've been doing ever since I was a kid. Moreover, I trust your capability so that was manageable." Bylass gave him a teasing smile.
"It doesn't mean I will like it mind you," Byleth replied sarcastically, yet his eyes looked at her softly and she stared back at him then replied with a small nod as they noticed how their students were smiling now.
"It sounds like an interesting life then. I did not expect a mercenary life could be that fun for you two." Edelgard said.
"I must admit that I thought you were joking half of the tale you told us at the Greenhouse, but it seems I was wrong," Dimitri added.
"There is no harm in adding a little fun in life, isn't it?" Bylass smiled mischievously.
"I hope you are not becoming Claude for our class's sake." The Black Eagles giggled as Byleth shot the professor with a disapproving look.
"It's amazing just like you said, Byleth. Would you believe I also experienced the same as well? It was when Christophe and I…" Ashe suddenly trailed off, his head inclined downwards in defeat.
"You don't have to force yourself, Ashe. But I meant everything I said, and we would make sure our promises were not in vain. Just don't be afraid to tell us, okay?"
"Thank you Byleth… thank you … professor. It's just … hearing your tales reminds me of my good old days with Christophe. Despite not sharing the same blood, he had been nothing but kind to me."
"I know this might sound intrusive, but did something happen to him?" Bylass asked carefully.
"How much do you know about Tragedy of Duscur, Professor?" Catherine's voice caught their attention.
"No, I've never heard of it," Bylass said quietly as she shot a wary glance at the blonde knight.
"It's when the King of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus was … was murdered by the people of Duscur. Around four years ago." Catherine told them, her voice wavering slightly as she looked towards Dimitri, who started to take deep breaths.
"It's alright, Catherine! Please go on."
"Right. So, Lord Lonato's son- Christophe was accused of being involved in that whole affair, leading him to be executed by the Church."
"Is that why he is rebelling against the Church now?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not. But what matters now is we must put an end to this rebellion with minimal casualties from our side as possible as we can. Therefore, the Knights of Seiros must protect the students."
"There is one thing that remains unclear to me." Byleth's voice rang calmly, attracting everyone's attention. "Are you sure these perpetrators were Duscurian?"
An eerie silence took over the air as Catherine narrowed her eyes, "The King and his family were ambushed in the region of Duscur, who else could have orchestrated such a crime?"
Byleth's lips curled with anger as he snapped back mockingly, "And there lies your fallacy. Is this truly the justice you've been prattling about? Labeling them already without conducting any thorough investigation?" His fists clenched tightly as Bylass quickly tried to restrain him.
"What have we ever done to you? If it weren't for the Professor, you would already be punished for all those heresies. Besides, why do you start to care for your enemies, given your infamous quote: You should never regret being born to this world." Catherine replied with the same tone, her fists were clenching tightly.
"Enough!" Bylass shouted, sending a shiver through the students before stepping forward and standing in front of Catherine. "If anyone dares to harm him, they'll have to go through me first! I don't care what Seteth may have told you, but I will not allow anymore speak ill of him- not even the Goddess herself."
"Professor, this is your last warning. Repeat this and I will be forced to have you punished—no matter how highly Lady Rhea holds you in regard."
The air was thick with hostility as the group of three stared at each other. Catherine's gaze cut through the silence; her hands clenched into fists by her sides. Byleth sat slightly behind Bylass, his expression unreadable except for the intensity in his eyes that seemed to grow with every passing second. The professor stood determinedly between them both, ready to protect him no matter what the cost. Neither side dared to break the standstill until eventually Byleth stepped back and nodded his head in silent farewell. With a barely perceptible wave of her hand, Catherine followed his lead and headed in the opposite direction towards the exit. From that moment, the students of Black Eagles and Blue Lions understood one thing.
Tomorrow was not going to end well.
Byleth's feet had moved away from the camp before he even realized, his body longing for a moment of solace. As he reached the top of the hill, a heavy calm filled the air - but despite this, his mind was anything but still. Memories of that dreadful day came to him, unbidden and unavoidable. It was not one of those nightmares from a forgotten past, but it came from one of his mercenary days – the day the Ashen Demon showed emotion. Even now, he could see her crumpled form in a pool of blood as her anguished cries filled with sorrow and rage cut through him. He wanted to help her, to take away her pain, but there was nothing he could do. Yet here they were, doing this absurd bidding for those in power. Why could they not see that she never asked for any of this? To hell with the teachings of the Goddess, he would not let any of them manipulate her any longer. If this world truly desired such a Demon, then maybe he should ...
"There you go again, trying to shoulder it all by yourself," Bylass said softly as she hugged him from behind.
"And I thought you were supposed to have a rest now?" He replied in a weary voice, though a small smile still crossed his face.
"I'm sure you can guess the answer," she said with a tender smile, and his body seemed to relax beneath her arms. "Byleth, what has been on your mind lately?"
"It's nothing...really," he muttered.
"Please don't leave me out of this," she pleaded, her voice fragile. "Did our promise mean nothing to you?"
"It's not like that ...this mission reminds me of Varley."
"You still remember?"
"Nothing could ever erase that day from my mind!" He whispered bitterly." The cries of the fathers…the pounding fists of their wives…and most of all..."
"The eyes of those children that were glaring at us." She hung her head in shame." Is this something we can never escape? A demon will remain a demon no matter where they go."
"It won't be the same this time. We vowed to ourselves after that day that no one should have to suffer such agony, right? No matter what happens tomorrow, we'll do everything we can to save them."
"Ahh, that's the Byleth I know." Bylass smiled weakly." It's funny, isn't it? I've never thought we would reverse our roles like this."
"We're a team, like always - you got my back and I got yours. And nothing can change that if that's what you want." His gentle tone made her cheeks flush. But despite that, she could not deny the butterfly in her stomach as she heard that from him.
"As if I'd ever get tired of you. No one else could take your place as my partner-in-crime, Byleth." She grinned playfully as Byleth rolled his eyes.
"I swear there is something wrong with your assessment, professor. So, I've graduated from your student to only be your accomplice again?" He asked her sarcastically.
"Maybe even more than that, you idiot." She mumbled under her breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. Anyway, shall we head back now?"
"Sounds good to me. I'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Bylass."
"Goodnight, Byleth."
18th of Garland Moon, 1180
"The time has come. Everyone gets ready."
"Ashe, is the fog normally thick in this season?"
"No, your Highness. The weather should not be this cold either." Ashe replied as he looked around.
"Catherine, isn't this supposed to be a clean-up mission?" Bylass asked warily.
"It seems the mission has changed based on my intel. My scout just reported that they spotted a large number of enemies approaching us using this fog."
"You heard that, class. Go with your groups and be cautious as much as you can be. And don't make me repeat our objective today." Bylass shouted commandingly which was followed by a simultaneous nod from her students.
With Bylas's command echoing through the fog-filled forest, the air grew silent and oppressive. Then out of nowhere, two arrows flew toward Edelgard and Dimitri, barely missing them. Petra was quick to act, knocking one away with her sword while Hubert reacted just in time to catch the other with his bare hand. But the onslaught didn't stop there as more arrows descended upon them. Caspar shielded Linhardt with his shield while the latter desperately tried to heal everyone who jumped into harm's way - Petra, Dimitri, and Ashe. Edelgard, Hubert, and Ferdinand advanced further into the fog in search of their hidden assailants, but without success. Bernadetta panicked as her breathing became labored until Dorothea swept up behind her and parried an arrow that was heading their way.
"Professor, we cannot continue to do this," Edelgard yelled as she barely avoided another arrow.
"Lady Edelgard is right. At this rate, we can barely protect ourselves let alone finish your objective, professor."
"Just keep moving and do as I say," Bylass replied and quickly caught the arrow flying at her before breaking it in half.
"Sadly, I must agree with Hubert," Dimitri said, deflecting an arrow away from them with a lance in his hand. "We won't be able to save anyone if we can't even protect ourselves. They'll get us before we can see them."
Byleth calmly stated in response, "Then let's make them show themselves now." He glanced over at Bylass who gave him a slight nod.
"Byleth, what are you saying…."
Before Ferdinand could even finish his question, Byleth and Bylass burst into action, their torches burning like wildfire in the middle of the fog. The bright lights exposed the professor and her loyal partner as they marched forward, the noise getting louder and more distinct until a hooded man appeared from behind a tree, running directly at them.
"You think we're not going to do anything while you try to kill our lord."
The man was no match for the duo; one quick roll to the left, and another to the right, then a swift double-kick that sent him crashing to the ground. Just then two more assailants arrived with spears raised and ready for battle. But before they had time to react, Byleth and Bylass leaped into action—backflipping over their opponent's faces, thrusting their elbows onto their necks, and knocking them out cold. Casting a glance over the fallen bodies, Byleth's eyes narrowed sharply while a small frown grew on Bylass' face.
"These are no soldiers," he growled through clenched teeth. "Civilians... militia! No doubt about it." He spun around and shouted: "Subdue them! Capture only!" His icy roar shook them to their core, making them quickly nod in agreement before following his instructions.
"You are getting out of line now!" Catherine grunted as she cut down another soldier. "The archbishop's order is clear – eliminating all the rebels on sight."
"Then you can take up with me later. As a professor of the Black Eagles, I will carry out this task in the way that I see fit." Bylass shot back icily.
"I look forward to it!" Catherine replied mockingly then continued her advance, without waiting for the duo.
As the fighting resumed, it would soon be proved that their objective would not be easy. Despite the orders from their professor, they had to admit that the diplomatic approach was hard or perhaps even impossible. With each soldier, they encountered, most of which did not go well as the enemy rushed toward the students before they could speak. Things only got worse once the militia noticed a certain ashen-haired boy whose grip on his bow was still shaking. Yet there was something in their eyes as they saw him – hurt and anger.
"So, this is how you repay us after all these years, Ashe. Tell us, was everything that we've been through nothing compared to order from that vile woman?"
"Of course not!" Ashe shouted." Please, just stand down. I promise that no harm shall befall any of you."
"And what about our lord then? Those Church scums are undoubtedly not going show any mercy on your father. Just like Christophe." The man snapped back and rushed to attack him, only to be countered by Caspar.
"I told you already. There is no point in negotiating with them. We have no choice but to kill them."
"But even so." Ashe finally managed tightened his grip and shot at the militia, disarming him." I will keep moving forward till this end for I will have no regret, knowing that I tried my best."
"Well said, Ashe," Dimitri replied as he knocked out the militia. "I'm counting on you now, my friend."
"Don't forget about us, Dimitri! I will protect all of you if any of them tries to harm us." Caspar said excitedly.
"Caspar! Show some respect. He is the Prince of Faerghus after all."
"My apology, Prince Dimitri. Forgive me for not addressing you properly these past few weeks."
Dimitri waved his hands dismissively. "It's alright, Petra, Linhardt. I'm just like everyone else here so please treat me like your friend." He looked at each of them for a moment before continuing: "Prepare to engage now."
Meanwhile, the infamous duo marched on, their boots smacking wet against the sodden terrain as they advanced through the thick fog. Arrows flew at them from all directions only to be shattered by Byleth's sword while Bylass blocked a surprise attack with hers and kicked the man back into two of his comrades. From the depths of the fog, a dark mage slowly emerged, eyes glowing like burning embers. He cast his deadly fireball towards them, but it was narrowly dodged. Yet still he continued, weaving an enchantment of destruction. Since he was no militia, exceptions would be made for him.
"You shall not take a single step closer our Lord Lonato!" the mage erupted in a furious bellow.
"We are no threat to you; we only seek a peaceful resolution - one that is without any senseless violence." Byleth's words emerged calm and collected as if they were unconcerned.
"And why should we believe those that were sent by the Church? Besides, don't you think we have never heard about your deeds, Ashen Demons?" Byleth and Bylass remained emotionless and yet their knuckles were turning white as they clenched their fists.
Without hesitation, Byleth and Bylass charged forward, barreling into the dark mage with a fierce war cry. Three more militias soon followed in their wake, blades clashing as they fought against the mage's relentless barrage of fireballs. With each blow, Byleth and Bylass blocked it with expert swipes of their swords, never once giving an inch of ground. Seeing that the fight was quickly turning against them, Byleth leaped into the air, and with one swift kick, he tossed his sword - tip first -toward the dark mage. In a fraction of a second, the blade pierced through the dense fog and struck true, piercing the mask of the dark mage with a loud crack. As if by magic, the fog immediately started to clear away, revealing all their foes in the light of day.
"Thunderstrike Cassandra." A furious voice roared on the battlefield." It was your wretched zealotry that killed my son!"
"That's Lord Lonato!" Ashe gasped as the fog was finally cleared.
"Stick to your groups and don't make me repeat twice! Either subduing them or accepting their surrender!"
"And what will you do, Professor?" Edelgard asked as she disarmed another soldier.
"Byleth and I will break through the defense and get to Lonato. Ashe, I will need your assistance once their last line is broken. Edelgard, Dimitri, your teams will stay here and watch over the militia."
"Professor, as the house leader, I must …"
Bylass waved her hands dismissively." That's exactly why I need you here. You will be in charge of managing these militias while I'm away. Can I trust you, Edelgard?" Bylass watched Edelgard neutrally, who was still frowning at the order until she gave her a slight nod.
Bylass and Bylass sprang into action, their limbs blurring as they raced towards Lonato before Catherine had time to react. Ashe followed behind, panting from running, desperate to fix the impending disaster. The fearsome "Twin Ashen Demons" brushed past footsoldiers with ease; sword slashes and arrows did nothing to slow them down. One by one, the militias failed to keep up and faded away until there was only one man left—Lonato. He sat atop his horse, lance directed at them with a steely resolve in his eyes.
"So, you are the 'Ashen Demons' that have been wreaking havoc on Fodlan for years. Tell me, were you promised a feast of souls if you came here to slaughter my people?" Lonato snarled.
"I care not for your accusations about us, but I can assure you that we have never killed an innocent civilian since our arrival here. Stand down and I promise this can be settled without any unnecessary death." Bylass replied coolly despite the rage behind her words.
"And why should I trust the words of a servant of that filthy woman? Moreover, I've heard that you two had never shown any mercy toward your enemy." Lonato turned his head toward Byleth." Isn't that right, Shadow of Ashen Demon?"
"It's not what you think, Lonato!" Ashe screamed before Byleth could answer, his voice trembling with emotion. "He kept ensuring none of our troops would die even though the Archbishop told them otherwise! Please, stop this madness!" Ashe begged desperately.
"Ashe, why must you be here?" Lonato hissed through gritted teeth, feeling the lump of emotion swell in his throat.
"Please surrender, Lonato! Whatever your reasons for doing this, we can talk this out."
"Impossible! Rhea is an abomination who has betrayed the faith and desecrated the Goddess! It's us who have righteousness and divine justice on our side!"
"Even if that were true, dragging the townsfolk into this isn't right! Didn't you tell me that it was a knight's duty to protect those who depend on him no matter what?"
"Enough. If that's how you feel, prepare yourself. Let's put an end to this!" Lonato roared and readied his lance.
"Cease your weapon now!" Byleth's voice cut through the tension like a sharp blade as he pointed his sword at Lonato." I will not stand by and watch father and son trying to kill each other. Not on my watch!" Byleth glanced at Bylass who nodded in agreement. They both stood proudly in front of Lonato, swords facing him in unison.
"Upon our names, The Twin Ashen Demons. No one is destined for death today!"
On the battlefield of Gaspard, the sounds of metal cross each other, creating an electrifying rhythm. Despite being overpowered one to two, Lonato did not show any sign of hesitance, counting each attack from Byleth and Bylass swiftly while the duo continued their advancement but to no avail.
Lonato's gaze was unwavering, his lance gleaming in the muted sunlight. With a deep breath, he spurred his steed forward, charging towards Byleth and Bylass, who stood firm and composed, their weapons ready.
As Lonato closed the distance, he lowered his lance, aiming it directly at Byleth with unyielding determination. Byleth swiftly raised his sword, preparing to parry the incoming strike. The clash of steel against steel sent sparks flying, and the impact reverberated through the battlefield.
Bylass, with her weapon drawn, seized the opportunity. She lunged at Lonato from the side, her weapon poised to strike. Lonato, however, was a seasoned fighter. With a deft maneuver, he shifted in the saddle, narrowly avoiding Bylass's attack. His horse snorted, unsettled by the sudden assault.
Byleth retaliated, his blades flashing with precision. Lonato countered, parrying each strike and thrust with his lance, his experience shining through in his battle-hardened movements. The air was filled with the clash of steel, the resounding echo of combat.
As the fight raged on, Lonato's determination and expertise were evident. He pressed his attack, attempting to breach the duo's defenses. But Byleth and Bylass fought in perfect unison, their synergy on the battlefield remarkable. They anticipated each other's moves and countered Lonato's assaults with fluid teamwork.
In a moment of intense combat, Byleth launched a powerful strike, knocking Lonato's lance from his grasp. It clattered to the ground, leaving him momentarily disarmed. Bylass saw the opportunity and moved in, her weapon aimed directly at Lonato.
But Lonato was not one to yield easily. With a swift, desperate movement, he dismounted from his horse and rolled away from Bylass's attack. Picking up the lance, he struggled to stand tall and pointed it at her menacingly.
The battle had reached a critical juncture, and the outcome hung in the balance. Lonato, having lost his steed was now at a disadvantage. Byleth and Bylass, their weapons ready, prepared for the next phase of the confrontation, as the clash of loyalties and ideals continued to play out on the field of battle.
"I will not let this end here. All of them must pay for what they did to my son!"
"And till what end will that drive you?" Byleth parried another thrust. "Until your people lose their families as well?"
"It doesn't matter to me anymore! The moments I knew the truth about what happened to my son, I've decided to take this path no matter the cost." Lonato raised his lance." Come to me! Servants of Rhea!"
Lonato barreled forward with the force of a freight train, a snarl on his lips and hatred in his eyes. Byleth met him head-on, sword raised to parry; Bylass circled to slash at his back. But Lonato was too quick: he kicked Byleth away and deflected Bylass' attack as if swatting a fly. He charged for Byleth who lay struggling on the ground, but before he could land the killing blow an arrow whistled through the air, piercing Lonato's shoulder and stalling him just long enough for Byleth to respond. With lightning speed, Byleth lunged forward, striking Lonato's lance from his grasp. Before he could recover, Bylass crashed into his knee like an onslaught of waves against a rocky shoreline, sending him crashing down to one knee in agony and surrender. The militia that surrounded them dropped their weapons and watched in stunned silence as the battle came to its inevitable end.
"Lonato!" Ashe bellowed and scrambled to the collapsed man.
"So, this is my end ... Forgive me, Christophe." Lonato murmured before directing his eyes at Ashe, whose tears started to stream down his face." A true knight doesn't cry, Ashe. I know you might hate me after all of this but keep this in mind. All these times we've been together; I've never regretted any of those. Ashe, you are my greatest accomplishment. My son." The fervor in the lord's gaze faded away, replaced by a peaceful solace that only made Ashe sob harder.
"Please don't say that! You've done so much for me and my brother and sister… I wish… we could go back to that day… The day you took me in, Father!"
"How can I forget that?" Lonato smiled wryly." You were a bad thief, Ashe. Instead of going for jewels, you instead chose to read one of my favorite books. Was one of Loog's adventures including thievery?"
"I said I was sorry, wasn't I? Besides, I don't deserve such praise from you, father."
Byleth gazed fondly over the event, a satisfied smile tugging at his, this was what he had been fighting for all these years, but at the same time, it reminded him of something that he had lost a lifetime ago. He knew Jeralt and Bylass understood this, but he also felt the warmth in his heart as he saw moments of family togetherness. But as they stood together, Byleth could not help but feel a pang of regret. Had he done enough? Would there be someone else suffering in his place? Suddenly, Bylass squeezed his shoulder gently and gave him an understanding smile. Yes, they had done their part to uphold their promise, and that was enough.
However, a happy ending never existed in this cursed world- no matter how hard they tried to deny it.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the time for judgment has come!" Catherine's voice bestowed, catching their attention." "Lonato, prepare to face divine judgment from the Goddess!"
"The only one that will face the Goddess's judgment is you, zealot, Cassandra!" Lonato snarled as Bylass took Ashe away despite his disagreement." Tell me, what did that witch promise you in exchange for betraying your own best friend?"
Catherine hardened her expression, her grip tightening around Thunderbrand with such force that it seemed to devour the air in the field. "I don't have any responsibility to answer to you. This ends here now!"
Before she could utter another word, Byleth rushed forward and stood between them. His eyes were blazing with rage as he stared down Catherine, who returned his cold glower with one of annoyance and impatience.
"What's the meaning of this?" Catherine spat.
"I know what he did was a grave mistake, but can't we conduct a thorough investigation before giving final judgment?" Byleth argued.
"Are we on this again? I've repeatedly told you that this incident was clear as daylight- a punishment for such rebellion is death." Catherine snapped.
"And that applies to everyone in this region?" Byleth roared, his icy voice shocked some of the knights while the students tried to compose themselves, knowing where this conversation would lead." So, this is the justice that we've been teaching the students- massacring the entire population for one's mistake. Have you ever thought about how many children would lose their parents? Should they be executed as well?"
"I'm tired of enough of your insolence. Knights of Seiros, seize him at once!" Catherine shouted as the knights prepared to approach him, only for Bylass to slowly walk between them and Byleth. Her head slowly directed at them, revealing a harsh glare with rage.
"I will only say this once so listen carefully. Touch him and you will have to cross over my dead body first," Bylass said in a low, dangerous voice that seemed to freeze even Catherine in her tracks.
"And how far are you willing to go for such heresy, Professor?" Catherine asked warily.
"I made a vow that none shall harm him any longer. Even if the entire world goes against him then so be it." Bylass suddenly directed her blade toward Catherine which elicited gasps from those present. A chilling silence enveloped them until Lonato burst into uproarious laughter, diverting everyone's attention back to him.
"I see… To think that the infamous Ashen Demons would be the ones defending me and my people. The Goddess is surely playing with me, isn't she?" The two stood in silence as their faces were unreadable.
"My fate was sealed the moment I chose to stand up against the Church so there is no need for my redemption. But will you grant this dying man the last wish?" Byleth and Bylass nodded as Lonato continued. "Give my people another chance and please, take care of my son - this is the only thing I could not do myself." As he finished, Ashe started to yell and run toward them only to be stopped by Dimitri.
"Ashe …." Dimitri said uneasily and looked at Lonato who did not dare to meet the prince's gaze.
"Your Highness! Forgive me for breaking my oath to you. And if we are ever given another life, let us not cross paths like this again." Then he relaxed and looked at Byleth, ready to accept his fate.
"Take him away!" Bylass' orders were carried out as Dimitri escorted Ashe away despite his desperate cries only to be dragged away by Ferdinand and Caspar.
"Your name is Byleth, isn't it?" Lonato asked as Byleth gave him a slight nod while holding his sword and prepared to deal the final strike."Those eyes of yours… they remind me of how I felt when Christophe and I were separated all those years ago. You must have lost someone important to you too." Byleth was silent, but his gaze spoke volumes.
"But remember, no matter how hard you try to struggle, this cursed world will try to devour you until you succumb to defeat. Tell me, how far are you willing to sacrifice to protect those that are important to you?"
"Everything!" Lonato closed his eyes in contentment and Byleth raised his sword high, slashing downward with deadly precision—ending his opponent's life once and for all.
"We will deal with you later once we arrive back to the Monastery. Till then, Professor." Catherine said coldly and left with the knights, leaving Bylass and the students alone with Byleth whose gaze was still on his blade that reeked of the smell of blood from Lonato.
"Byleth …" Bylass whispered worriedly which caught the attention of Byleth as he gave her a slight nod. His face betrayed no emotion as he shook his head and replied calmly.
"It's done," he said tiredly. "How are the militias?"
"Thankfully, the knights had a change of heart and agreed to escort them back, waiting for judgment from Lady Rhea. From the bottom of my heart, thank you, Byleth!"
"My deeds were not accomplished alone, Dimitri. If it weren't for the Professor and everyone here, we would not be able to resolve this peacefully. By the way, how is Ashe doing now?"
"He is calm for now after I reassured him that everyone would be safe. It's alright, Byleth. We saved everyone." Bylass said softly to Byleth. A faint smile appeared on his face as they started walking away from the battlefield, and he began to overhear some conversations.
"Damn it! It was all so pointless. I've never seen so many people utterly heartbroken. I don't want to know how I will feel if I have to kill them."
"Please, don't remind me about that, Caspar. I'm grateful that we were spared from such a task today." Linhardt complaint.
"Forcing innocents to risk their lives… That man was not a noble but a monster." Ferdinand murmured which fortunately was not heard by Ashe.
"What could have pushed Lonato to this point? I wonder…"
"We are going home, right? Back to my room where no one is trying to come and take me away?" Bernadetta asked in panic as Dorothea brushed her hair.
"Yes, Bernie. We are going home now. Besides, you did a great job today. It was you who saved my life, didn't you?" Dorothea said affectedly which seemed to calm her down.
"It seems that they handled it quite well. Though I did not expect you and Byleth were so determined to protect those militias." Edelgard's voice bestowed, catching the duo's attention.
"Even when I was a mercenary, that didn't make me an assassin for hire. Especially when it involves villagers. Not like that time ever again." She murmured that last part while Byleth remained silent.
"The commoners who allied themselves with Lord Lonato believe that they were fighting for a just cause. It would be disrespectful to consider themselves victims when they fought for what they believed in. Still, we have no choice but to eliminate those who cling to those who cling to unreasonable ideas of justice." Edelgard said sternly.
"Are you insane?" Dimitri shouted." Those weren't knights and soldiers, but fathers and sons. We should have found another way instead of killing them without a second thought."
"Dimitri, reality is cruel no matter how much you despise it. BPlus, we did manage to save their lives in the end, didn't we?"
"If it wasn't for the Professor and Byleth stepping in, would you have gone ahead and committed such an atrocity, Edelgard?" Dimitri's voice grew louder and he stepped closer.
"As the future Emperor of the Empire, I must do whatever is needed for it. I'm just like Lonato. I, too, will be the kind of ruler willing to risk my citizens' lives for a higher cause. It's not possible to change the world without sacrifice. Dying for the greater good is not a death in vain." Edelgard spoke with conviction.
"Who gave you the authority to decide that your goal is a noble one then? Even if what you seek is noble, throwing away the lives of innocent people without hesitation isn't something a leader should do."
"Mere words cannot change anything, Dimitri. If everything could be easily solved by communication, no one would have witnessed their family taken away one by one in that wretched place." Edelgard suddenly burst out, surprising Dimitri. But before he could reply, Byleth's voice caught their attention.
"You both have valid points, but that's not how I'd approach the situation. Dimitri, there is merit in seeking a peaceful resolution with everyone including your enemies. But sometimes, we don't have a choice, and fighting becomes necessary."
"So you agree with my opinion?"
"Nevertheless, those who are willing to sacrifice their people for personal gain are hypocrites." His voice was filled with scorn as Edelgard's eyes narrowed. "Take Lonato for example. Despite his noble cause, he will be remembered as a tyrant who threw away his people's lives out of spite. That's why before deciding to dirty your hands, you must ask yourself one question: "Is there no other way but violence and bloodshed?". Wars lead to nothing but loss and sorrow, Edelgard. Especially those orphans." Byleth finished bitterly before looking away, causing Bylass to worry about him.
"That's a very interesting view you have there, Byleth. You seemed like you knew from experience... have you ever been part of a war before?" Edelgard inquired curiously.
"Didn't I say in our history class that there had been no major wars recently?" Bylass asked in response.
"My apologies for my attempt at humor; I'm simply amazed at how inspiring his speech was! It almost seemed like we were hearing a veteran speak!"
"Now I think about it. Byleth, you did mention to me you were part of a Strike Force, didn't you?" Bylass suddenly tapped her chin and glanced at Byleth.
"According to my hazy memory, yes. Though I can't remember which faction I belonged to, I believe it was somewhere in Fodlan for there were names that matched with this land." As Byleth explained, the other students started to perk their ears and listened intently.
"Could it be only a minor conflict?" Dimitri asked. "But then there had been no major wars between our countries for more than centuries, so it doesn't seem right."
Just as Byleth opened his mouth to speak, a wave of pain hit him like a ton of bricks as he cried out in agony. His best friend Bylass quickly rushed to his side, supporting him and holding his cheeks as the memories, like images in a movie reel, flooded his mind. He saw the fire that had erupted on the battlefield, heard the cries of men begging for mercy, and witnessed a man clad in black armor standing tall amidst the carnage. The figure slowly turned his back revealing silver hair beneath a hood, and golden eyes blazing with malevolence stared into him, causing his head to throb even more.
Do not deny me, Byleth!
"Byleth, can you hear me?" Bylass implored while Linhardt was healing him.
"It will pass." Byleth replied." It always does."
Edelgard stared at him with wide eyes. "Always? Has this happened before?""
"Ever since the first day I met him," Bylass replied with sorrow in her voice before glancing again at her blue-haired student. "Byleth, I noticed that same look you had when we arrived at the Monastery the first time. We cannot help you if you don't let us in. What's happening to you?"
"Byleth faltered, his voice full of uncertainty. "I…I don't know!"
"Could it be nightmares?" Caspar suggested.
"People don't have nightmares while they are awake, Caspar," Linhardt explained. "You have amnesia, right? Maybe your memories are coming back—even the ones you'd rather forget."
"Such as haunted memories that we cannot escape from." Edelgard and Dimitri whispered simultaneously, surprising even them.
Before any of the students could say another word, Catherine reluctantly approached them with a scowl on her face. The students nervously moved away from her while Byleth and Bylass stood their ground. Despite the tension, Catherine exhaled deeply before extending the scroll to Bylass.
"Professor …. I'm afraid this incident is far more serious than I anticipated."