Battle.

If one word could encapsulate his entire existence, it would be that. Despite the hazy memories of his past life, Byleth couldn't shake the feeling that nothing had truly changed. Mercenary work was all he knew and all he could imagine himself doing. One contract after another, leaving behind a trail of bodies. A monotonous cycle that seemed to hold no meaning or value. At least, that's what he believed.

Amidst the overwhelming despair and turmoil, there were also flashes of fond memories from Byleth's past. Memories of peaceful days spent with his loving family, filled with laughter and love. He remembered the students who had always shown him respect and admiration, even during his darkest hour. His father, whose unwavering love and support knew no bounds. The brother who never failed to lift his spirits and offer words of encouragement, despite the prejudice and discrimination he faced in the world. And his mother, who traded her life for a freak that should never have existed. But Byleth knew deep down that he was more than that- he was a mentor, a son, a human being with hopes and dreams like anyone else.

And there they were, standing in front of him now. The family he had been searching desperately for.

As he stood there, bathed in the warm glow of anticipation, Byleth's heart raced with joy at the thought of finally being reunited with them. Even though their faces were shrouded in shadow, he could imagine their smiles and feel their overwhelming love emanating from him. And then, as if a dream come true, a trio appeared before them - a young couple with a lively, energetic boy by their side. There was no mistaking it - it was them, his beloved family. Tears welled up in Byleth's eyes as he realized they were here before him. At this moment, even if it were all just a beautiful dream, he would give anything to be able to hold them once more. How much sacrifice would he make to hear their voices again? As the group drew closer to him, Byleth braced himself for what was to come, his excitement rising to new heights at the prospect of finally feeling their embrace and basking in the warmth of their love once more.

Until his hope shattered as they walked past him without even acknowledging his presence.

Despite his desperate call to them, it fell on deaf ears as they continued walking past him without batting an eye. The sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, drowning out his pleas for help. Hope turned into confusion and then a sharp pain in his chest as he reached out in vain towards their retreating backs. With each step they took, he felt himself slipping further away from them until their presence disappeared completely into the darkness. Who was he kidding? Of course, they couldn't hear him no matter how wishful his thoughts were. After all, this was just a dream, wasn't it?

As he trudged through the darkness, his mind raced with thoughts and doubts. But then, his keen senses kicked in, alerting him to a small light ahead. With a clear target now in sight, the mercenary pressed on, each step echoing loudly over the solid ground. The source of light grew bigger and brighter as he approached, revealing a large cobblestone stairway. A faint snoring sound could be heard coming from the top of the stairs, indicating that someone was asleep up there. Despite any caution or fear, curiosity drew Byleth closer, urging him to uncover the mystery before his very eyes.

As predicted, he stumbled upon a slumbering figure. The man's face was mostly hidden by his hood, save for a few strands of silver hair peeking out. He rested on a grand throne, fit for only the worthiest of rulers- an observation that Byleth couldn't help but make. But before he could take in any more details, the mysterious man suddenly woke up and locked eyes with him. Their gazes held in a silent standoff, golden orbs meeting icy blue until the hooded man finally spoke.

"It's been a while, Byleth. What could have finally brought you here I wonder?" The man's raspy voice lacked enthusiasm, adding to Byleth's confusion.

"You know me?"

"Of course, how can I not? But the important question is do you even remember yourself, Byleth?" Before tension could arise as Byleth narrowed his eyes and glanced at the silver-haired man intently, he simply wavered his hand and defused the situation. "Forget it. It is not my place to ask after all."

"Who are you?"

"I am … No, that's not who I am. It never was." He shook his head and leaned on the throne as Byleth pressed on.

"So, what's your name then?"

"Name? Why is it important then?"

"Everyone has a name," Byleth replied bluntly as the other one looked at him with dead eyes.

"Puppets don't have names. Does that answer your question?"

"Puppet?"

"Yes. A puppet- a fraction of what once was. That is all I am and will ever be. And the same goes for you." Byleth clenched his fists and replied coldly.

"Do not compare myself with the likes of you. I'm a human- a man who carves his own path and destiny."

"But do you? Have you ever stopped to question the path laid out before you? The choices you made, were they truly your own, or merely the illusion of free will?"

"Speak plainly," Byleth demanded as the man's soulless eyes seemed to taunt him.

"No matter how much you deny it, we are the same - puppets dancing to the strings of fate. Our choices never mattered for our destinies were already written for us."

"You're wrong. There is …"

"… no such thing called fate or destiny. Only the choices that we make shape our future. How long will you continue to deceive yourself, Byleth?"

"Enough of this. What do you want?" Despite his rising anger, Byleth kept composure and asked calmly which the hooded figure looked at him with interest before replying in a more determined voice.

"Those who look with clouded eyes see nothing but illusions and lies." The man rose from his throne and approached Byleth, who suddenly felt frozen in place under immense pressure. "This land. This world. They had been tainted by a deceiver that deserved nothing but eternal damnation. And you- Byleth will be the one that brings an end to this cycle once and for all. Just like our Father did a long time ago."

"Our Father? You are…" But before Byleth could finish, the ground beneath him began to crack and he fell into a bottomless void. The last words of the hooded figure echoed in his mind like a haunting melody.

"Time is up, Byleth."


18th of the Great Tree Moon, 1180

Jeralt was not having a good day, the weight of his worries pressing down on him. He had already given orders to prepare for their journey to the Kingdom, but his daughter and second-in-command were nowhere in sight. All he had was a crumpled note left by his daughter, filled with vague words about another "lesson." He didn't understand what kind of lessons they were having, but his daughter's growing attachment to Byleth and her constant clenching of the doll he had given her made him uneasy. Jeralt feared that the inevitable day would come when she would finally introduce her first boyfriend, something he dreaded more than anything else.

"Jeralt, everyone is ready. Should we depart now?" His mercenary saluted and the captain replied with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, it seems we will have to wait a while longer. Have they returned yet?"

"No, sir. The messenger we sent has not been returned either. What do you think we should do?"

"Alright. Then let's…"

"Jeralt. Sir. Sorry to badge in, but your presence is needed." Another mercenary burst in with a panicked voice.

"What's happened?" Jeralt asked, stepping outside to see three teenagers wearing makeshift uniforms that caught his attention.

"Please forgive our intrusion." The blonde kid began. "We wouldn't bother you were the situation not dire."

"What do a bunch of kids like you want at this hour?" Jeralt asked firmly.

"We're being pursued by a bunch of bandits. I can only hope you will be so kind as to lend your support."

"Bandits? Here?" Jeralt raised his eyebrow. "I thought we finally got rid of them a long time ago."

"It's true. They attacked us while we were resting in our camp." The silver-haired girl explained calmly, followed by a dark-skinned boy who seemed to look carefree in contrast to his friends.

"We've been separated from our companions, and we're being outnumbered. They're after our lives… not to mention our gold."

"I'm impressed you're staying so calm considering the situation." The Blade Breaker nodded before widening his eyes. "Wait. That uniform…" Before he could finish, another mercenary barged in.

"Bandits spotted just outside the village! Damm… There are a lot of them." Jeralt sighed and asked calmly.

"How many?"

"Somewhere around a hundred strong if we are correct." The red-cape girl added as Jeralt looked deeply in thought before motioning to his men.

"Tell all the villagers to gather at the inn and bar the door. And I want all of you to remain here to defend this village no matter what." The mercenary and three students blinked their eyes as the latter were getting confused.

"But sir, isn't that risky? It could be suicidal,"

"I know," Jeralt replied. "But reinforcements are on their way. And trust me, you don't want to see 'him' angry if any of these villagers are harmed. Have you forgotten what happened at Rusalka?" The mercenary shivered and quickly nodded before carrying out their tasks. Meanwhile, the three students were left alone with the Blade Breaker, brimming with questions.

"Pardon me for asking, but won't it be dangerous for us to engage against such a large number of bandits?" the blonde boy raised his hand.

"I know. But we have no choice now. The risk of a surprise attack from behind is too great to gamble on. Stick close to me until our reinforcements arrive."

"I overheard you mention Rusalka earlier," the girl commented as they rode out. "Were you the mercenary who supposedly defeated an entire bandit battalion there?"

"It wasn't but you will find out soon enough. Enough chatting, let's get ready now." He mounted his horse and led the group towards the approaching danger until the gate closed behind them.

The four of them crouched behind the towering trees, their hearts racing in anticipation. They could feel the tension in the air as they waited for their enemy to appear. And soon enough, figures began to emerge from the shadows, revealing a daunting number of bandits. Their faces were contorted with malicious intent, sending shivers down Jeralt's spine and filling him with an uneasy feeling.

"Hand over the three students you are holding, and we shall leave in peace." The leader declared, his voice dripping with malice. "Or this village will burn to the ground."

"And who am I speaking with?" Jeralt replied firmly, his hand hovering near his weapon as he signaled for the three students to prepare for battle.

"I am Kostas- leader of the infamous Iron Blades, feared by all who cross our path." He sneered, a mad glint in his eyes.

"Iron Blades? Well, at least it's confirmed now you are not affiliated with the Iron Wolves that came here two years ago." Kostas's eyes widened in surprise.

"I see. So you've met Darrel. Pity, his arrogance finally led to his downfall. But don't think you will fare any better against us. Isn't that right- the Blade Breaker?" Kostas giggled. "Your head will make a fine addition to our collection today."

"Try and take it if you can." Jeralt shrugged. "This is your final warning- leave this place and never return. Before it is too late."

"Enough with these games. Hand over the royals now before I lose my patience. And trust me, you don't want to see what happens when I do. Three..."

As he began a countdown, Jeralt suddenly appeared from the shadows, his lance drawn and ready for battle. With a swift and graceful movement, he charged toward the vanguard, his blade slicing through the air and cleanly decapitating three of the ruffians. The sight of blood gushing from their necks sent a chill down everyone's spine. Despite their shock, the students quickly regained their composure and followed Jeralt's lead, fearlessly marching into the paralyzed bandits. Dimitri, his own lance held firmly in hand, fought with a disciplined fury that belied his young age. His eyes blazed with an icy blue fire as he skewered one bandit after another, each strike guided by years of noble training. But even with his skill and determination, he found himself overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies. A cut on his forehead bled freely, mixing with the sweat that poured down his face as he fought on.

Edelgard, her axe swinging with deadly precision, fought with a fierce resolve. Her muscles strained as she cleaved through flesh and bone, determined to hold back the enemy tide. But despite her formidable strength, she could not do it alone. A brutal kick to her stomach sent her sprawling, the impact nearly knocking the wind out of her. She rolled away just in time to avoid a descending sword that would have surely ended her life. Gasping for breath, she glanced up to see an arrow protruding from the temple of the bandit who had attacked her. Claude stood nearby, giving her a small wink before aiming at another target. Even as the battle reached its climax, neither side gained the upper hand. The four of them fought ferociously against wave after wave of bandits, while Kostas cowered behind his elite guards and sent his men into the fray like sacrificial pawns. The stench of blood and sweat filled the air as they engaged in a deadly dance of steel and strategy.

A sudden, sharp whistle cut through the air as an arrow was shot at Jeralt from the tower. The projectile hit his shoulder with a sickening thud, freezing his movement for a moment. But in the next instant, he swiftly pulled it out and tossed it aside, ready to continue the fight. As he turned to face his attackers, two bandits crept up behind him. The students, locked in their own battles, could only watch helplessly as their ally seemed on the verge of defeat. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, the two bandits let out a cry before collapsing to the ground, revealing two blue-haired rescuers who brought a smile to Jeralt's face. At the same time, the students fought off the remaining ruffians and joined forces with their saviors, each filled with curiosity about these mysterious newcomers.

"Took you long enough," Jeralt remarked dryly. "You two always know how to make an entrance, don't you?"

Byleth replied bluntly and looked at the students, "And it's reckless of you to charge without any additional support, especially with these children."

"Children?" The trio all spoke at once but before they could continue, Jeralt gave him a pointed look.

"And where were the two of you? Didn't I tell you we were leaving for the Kingdom yesterday?"

"We went for another spar and took a rest later," Bylass added matter-of-factly, causing Jeralt to eye them skeptically.

"And how did you manage to sleep outside like that?"

"By the tree!"

"By his shoulder!"

Jeralt pinched his forehead and let out a groan.

"I will come back to you later, boy. But Bylass, mind explaining that to me."

"The air was cold, and it was the only way to stay warm. Furthermore, his hair is soft and fluffy, making a decent pillow." The Yellow's Cape boy tried not to burst out laughing while his friends looked at the blue-haired duo with amused looks.

"We'll discuss this later. Right now, let's focus on the battle ahead." They all nodded, glancing at the bandits who were eyeing them carefully.

"So, these are the reinforcements? Are you mocking us, Blade Breaker?" Kostas asked.

"You will learn soon enough." Byleth shrugged before asking calmly. "What do you want?"

"As I said, hand over the three students and we will spare your life," Kostas repeated, his tone laced with malice. "But your captain refused our offer, so it's too late for that now."

"Boss, that village looks prosperous. Should we pillage it too?"Byleth's eyes narrowed and his frown deepened, matching Bylass' fierce expression.

"And what of the villagers?" Despite her monotone, Jeralt could tell that there was a small hint of anger in his daughter's voice, which made him surprised.

"We care not for the men of this village," Kostas replied with a wicked grin, "but the women...they would make excellent prizes for our buyers once we've had our fun with them." His gaze lingered on Bylass, who met it head-on with a steely glare. "And you'll join them too once we're done dealing with your friends here."

Before any of them could respond, Byleth sprang into action, rushing towards the nearest bandit with fierce determination. In one swift motion, his sword sliced through the air, connecting with the bandit's arm and drawing blood. Bylass followed suit, her dagger finding its mark in the other ruffian's eye with deadly accuracy. The sudden violence and rising tension sent a chill down everyone's spine, but the blue-haired duo remained eerily calm. Their piercing blue eyes seemed to glow with an icy intensity as Byleth spoke in a commanding and intimidating tone.

"Worthless vermin!" Jeralt and the students suddenly freaked out as their backs began to feel cold. "You've made a grave mistake coming here. This village is under our protection. Leave now before I change my mind." Bylass stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger as she added in a cold voice.

"Despicable intruders!" The bandits stumble backward at the freezing tone. "Our home will not be disturbed by the likes of you." Byleth and Bylass stood together, their weapons drawn and pointed directly at Kostas, who trembled in fear.

"Send words far and wide. Of the blades of Remire. The Angel of Death…"

"…and Demon of Remire."


After their bold declaration, a tense silence hung in the air as all eyes fixed on the duo of Angel and Demon. Fear flickered in the gazes of those around them, unsure of what was to come next. With a silent agreement between them, the two launched into motion, their movements fluid and deadly. Jeralt and the students quickly followed suit, drawing their weapons and joining the fray. Byleth was the first to strike, his body a blur of speed and power as he sliced through the first bandit's defenses with ease. The sound of his sword cutting through the air was like a sweet melody before it ended in a sickening thud as the bandit fell lifeless to the ground. In perfect synchronization, another bandit thrust his lance at Byleth, but with effortless grace, he dodged and used his foot to disarm the attacker. Before the ruffian could even consider his next move, Bylass appeared in front of him like a whirlwind, her sword weaving an intricate dance that ended his life in an instant. She spun around gracefully and pointed her blade at Byleth, who instinctively dodged out of the way just in time to reveal a bandit sneaking up behind him. Without hesitation, both warriors swiftly dispatched their foes and moved on to their next targets with deadly efficiency.

"Quite talented, you two." The tanned boy complimented. "It's because of you guys I'm not dead yet. Thanks for that." Byleth stared at him with a stoic face while dispatching a bandit behind him effortlessly then replied with a blunt voice.

"Yellow Cape, I need your support. Fire."

"Yellow what?" Without a word, Byleth turned away and rushed toward the bandits as the boy fired the arrow soon.

"Blue cape." Bylass suddenly spoke as she dispatched another bandit. "Leave the axe wielders to me and take care of their swordsman. Red Cape, provide him your support." The blonde boy and silver-haired girl widened their eyes in surprise and nodded silently, following her instructions.

As Byleth continued to dodge another arrow from the watchtower, another bandit ran toward him before he was sliced down by Bylass who came just in time. With a target in mind, they continued on their way, not deterred by the enemy's superiority in numbers.

"Red Cape. Blue Cape. I need you and Jeralt to cause distraction. Yellow Cape. Continue to provide us support with your arrow."

"For the last time, our names are…."

Before the boy could finish, the duo resumed their objective and headed for the leader of the bandits. As expected, Jeralt and the students were already giving a hard time for their enemies on the right flank as the Blade Breaker stood proudly, wiping out anyone who tried to approach him while the two students fought side by side, not deterred by their enemies. Meanwhile, Byleth and Bylass continued their march, killing anyone who tried to stop them. With a swift kick, he knocked off a bandit immediately as the other followed, only to be kicked by Bylass who leaped from the blue-haired mercenary's shoulder. Their movements were coordinated and efficient, like dances of a swift melody in the night.

"What are you waiting for?" Kostas shouted at his bodyguards. "Spread out and surround them now!"

With a unified, guttural roar that echoed through the night, his elite warriors surged forward. Their weapons gleamed ominously in the dim light, ready to strike. Swords were drawn and axes hefted as they charged, their coordinated movements like a deadly dance. They formed a semi-circle around their target, trapping them in their midst. Byleth and Bylass, standing tall and calm amidst the chaos, exchanged a brief but knowing glance before readying their weapons. With a swift and precise strike, Byleth's silver blade cleaved through an elite's armor, sending him crashing to the ground. Meanwhile, Bylass moved with an ethereal grace, her eyes ablaze with fierce determination. She effortlessly sidestepped a flurry of strikes from two more elites, her movements a blur to those watching. With a single gesture, she unleashed a dozen daggers into their weak spots, causing them to cry out in agony before falling silent on the battlefield. As Kostas watched on nervously, every passing second seemed to heighten the intensity of the battle.

"No more hiding behind puppets. It's only you and us now!" Byleth said calmly as kicked the last bandit out of his way as the bandit leader gripped his axe and yelled in frustration.

"Damm all of you. This is not how it is supposed to happen." Byleth quickly parried the axe and then kicked the bandit leader, preparing for the final showdown.

"You've killed my best," Kostas snarled, his voice a deep, guttural growl. "But I'll tear you apart myself."

With a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath their feet, Kostas charged at Byleth, his rugged and battle-worn axe held high in a wide arc aimed to cleave his opponent in two. Byleth, prepared for the attack, braced himself and met it head-on with a swift and powerful swing of his sword. The clash of metal against metal echoed through the clearing, sending sparks flying in all directions. The sheer force of the blow seemed to reverberate through every tree and rock around them. With every ounce of strength he could muster, Byleth pushed back against Kostas' immense power.

But as they fought fiercely in the clearing, Bylass saw an opportunity and darted in from the side. Her blade flashed through the air, aiming for Kostas' unprotected flank. In response, Kostas twisted his body just in time to parry her strike with the haft of his axe. With lightning reflexes, he swung the weapon around in a brutal backhand motion, forcing Bylass to leap back in order to avoid the deadly blow that would have surely ended her.

The bandit's fury burned bright in his eyes as he turned his full attention to Bylass. With a roar, he unleashed a relentless assault, his axe a blur of deadly arcs and crushing blows. Bylass moved with lightning speed, her body a symphony of agility and precision as she parried his strikes with rapid, deft movements. But the bandit was relentless, pushing her back with each strike until he saw an opening. Byleth lunged forward, his sword aimed at Kostas' exposed back. But the brute spun around just in time, catching the blade with the flat of his axe. With a growl of effort, he shoved Byleth back and swung his weapon overhead in a vicious strike. Byleth narrowly rolled out of the way as the axe bit deep into the ground where he had been standing moments before. Seizing the opportunity, Bylass struck at Kostas' legs with a swift, slicing motion. The blow landed with a sickening thud, drawing a spray of blood and a pained howl from the bandit. But instead of slowing him down, Kostas seemed to be fueled by his rage as he lashed out wildly, his axe becoming a whirlwind of lethal intent.

The duo moved with deadly precision, their every attack calculated to exploit every weakness. With Byleth's swift lunges and parries keeping Kostas off-balance, Bylass struck like a viper with pinpoint accuracy, each blow weakening their formidable opponent. As the fight raged on, Kostas' movements became more labored, his breath coming in ragged gasps as blood streamed from numerous wounds, staining the ground beneath him. Desperation consumed him as he realized he was being worn down by the relentless assault. With a final, guttural roar, Kostas swung his axe in a wide arc, aiming to take down both of his opponents in one last, furious strike. But Byleth and Bylass were one step ahead, effortlessly ducking under the wild swing and countering with deadly precision. Together, they delivered a powerful kick that sent the bandit leader reeling before finally knocking him to the ground in defeat.

In one swift motion, Kostas sprang to his feet and darted towards a new target. With a determined focus, he headed straight for the Red Cape girl who was now vulnerable with her broken axe. She reached for her dagger, but it was too late - the bandit leader was already upon her, catching her off guard. Bylass reacted quickly, rushing towards the girl and shielding her from the attack.

Suddenly, the world around Bylass dissipated into a hollow void, leaving her in a timeless abyss. In the distance, a child's voice called out, revealing a young girl sitting on a throne with a frustrated expression etched on her face.

"Honestly! What are you accomplishing with that little stunt? It's like you're trying to get me killed, you fool!"

"I've survived worse," she replied nonchalantly. "It always passes."

"But this time, your head would have split open if I hadn't intervened. You may think you're invincible, but there's no way you could have survived that blow, you fool." She sighed and leaned against the throne. "Tell me, do you plan on taking them all down?"

"Yes. They made a mistake by threatening the students and my home. And I am more than capable of it."

"But at what cost? Would you risk your life for three strangers you just met?"

"They needed our help, and I only did what was the right thing to do. If I have to put my life on the line to protect them and everyone matters to me in the village, so be it."

"And what about those left behind? Have you thought about how your death would affect your father or the florist who always waits for you? And your friend, could you bear to see him suffer for the rest of his life, blaming himself for not being able to save you?"

Bylass's hands balled into tight fists as she fell silent, her mind racing with the painful truth of the girl's words. A heavy, tense silence hung between them until Bylass finally released her grip and looked at the girl incredulously.

"About what you said earlier, how did you manage to intervene?"

"It's simple, I've stalled the flow of time for now. A small gratitude will be appreciated."

Bylass gave a quick bow and added a small thank you which the girl seemed to satisfy. "You stopped time?"

"There now. Is gratitude so much to ask? I did deem you worth saving, after all. And yes, though it is only momentary, time has stopped. However, did I manage that…"

"What will happen when time resumes?"

"When time begins again, the axe will tear into your flesh, and you will surely meet your end. How rude of you to drag me into this! Now what to do…" An idea hit her mind as Bylass replied calmly.

"Turn back the hands of time."

"Yes, that might work! I believe that this can be done. You are quite troublesome. I cannot wind back time too far, but all is well. You are aware of what's to come, which means you can protect yourself this time."

Then a magical sigil appeared with an eye-catching symbol in the center. A flash of realization crossed Bylass as she stuttered.

"That emblem…"

"Now, go... Yes, you who bears the flames within. Drift through the flow of time to find the answers that you seek…For destiny is not set in stone."

As she emerged back into her world, the final scene replayed once more. Kostas stood up tall, his eyes glinting with anger as he charged toward the Red Cape with fierce determination. Bylass swiftly drew her sword, anticipating the incoming attack and preparing to block it. But in a surprising twist, Byleth stepped in, fluidly pivoting on his left foot and using his impressive strength to bring his sword upwards towards Kostas's exposed throat. With a powerful swing, the blade cleanly severed Kostas's head from his body, sending a shiver through everyone who witnessed the gruesome end of the battle.

The lifeless body fell to the ground, blood pooling around it in a macabre display. Byleth wiped the crimson liquid off his sword, his face stoic and emotionless as he surveyed the rest of the bandits. Despite their trembling fear, they began to retreat hastily, desperate to escape the fate that awaited them at the hands of this deity of death. As the last bandit disappeared into the forest, Byleth remained standing motionless, his expression unchanged. The students stood frozen in shock, unsure of how to react, while Jeralt looked on with concern and confusion. Bylass slowly approached the blue-haired man, her eyes meeting his for the first time. In those piercing blue depths, she could see a range of emotions despite his stoic facade - anger, shock, and surprisingly, hurt. Before she could speak, his hands gently cupped her cheeks and held them tenderly.

"You are here. This is not an illusion, isn't it?" She squeezed his hand gently, still trying to make sense of everything.

"It is not. What happened?" He glanced at her for a while before letting out a relieved sigh which only added to her confusion.

"I miss them so much."

"Byleth?"

"I miss you so much."

Their eyes locked in an awkward silence as Bylass struggled to respond, aware that others were watching with interest. Jeralt cleared his throat, breaking the tension and causing them to separate.

"And that messy business is done. Are you alright, boy?" Byleth nodded, though conflicting emotions still flickered in his eyes. "Earlier, did you…?"

"The Knights of Seiros are here. We will cut you down for terrorizing our students." A bearded man dressed in white armor appeared, causing Jeralt to sigh.

"Ugh… Why him?"

"Captain Jeralt?! It is you! Goodness, it's been ages. Don't you recognize me? It's Alois! Your old right-hand man! Well, that's how I always thought of myself anyway. It must have been 20 years ago that you went missing without a trace. I always knew you were still alive!"

"You haven't changed a bit, Alois. Just as loud as ever. And drop that "captain" nonsense. I'm not your captain anymore. These days I'm just a wandering mercenary. One who has work to do. Goodbye, old friend." Byleth and Bylass took the hints and left immediately, which surprised the trio.

"Right… Goodbye, Captain. Wait! That isn't how this ends. I insist that you return to the Monastery with me." They slowly turned around as the duo waited for Jeralt's decision, who seemed to surrender to his fate.

"Garreg Mach Monastery… I suppose this is inevitable."

Alois smirked triumphantly and then looked at the blue-haired mercenaries. "Are they your kids, Captain?"

"We are bandits." They replied simultaneously.

"Great sense of humor. Physical differences aside, you do have captain's mannerisms, young lady." Then he looked at Byleth again before widening his eyes. "You are…"

"Do I know you, sir?" Byleth inquired curiously.

"Sorry, my bad. I mistook you for someone I once knew. Apparently, he was an acquaintance through Captain and Si…"

"Alois!" Jeralt suddenly interrupted firmly, making Alois laugh nervously before changing the subject. "What is your name, young man?"

"I am Byleth- mercenary and caretaker of this drunk-ass mercenary band." Bylass rolled her eyes in amusement while Jeralt gave him a pointed look.

"Are we doing this here, Byleth?"

"I'm just pointing out the truth. Speaking of which, I had to pay another tab for you from our last job again. Lydia was not happy with it, just to let you know."

"Lydia? Is she still around here? I must catch up with her later then. Anyway, I'd love for you to see the monastery too. You will join me, won't you?" Jeralt sighed again.

"What's troubling you, Captain? You aren't about to run off again, are you?"

"Even I wouldn't dare run from the Knights of Seiros. But we've still got matters to attend to. Lend me a hand, would you? Kids, you can relax. Alois and I have things to handle."


With a friendly wave towards the curious students, Byleth and Bylass began to guide them back towards Remire. The air was thick with tension and unease as they came across the bodies of the bandits who had undoubtedly launched their attack on the peaceful village from behind. The mercenary soldiers who had stayed behind gave the duo a quick nod of respect before starting to gather and prepare the bodies for cremation as Byleth and Bylass continued on their way.

"I have to admit, your father's plan worked brilliantly despite my initial could have ended much worse if we had left the village undefended. "

"You were right, Dimitri. And thank goodness for our reinforcements, truly sent by the Goddess herself to save us," the tanned boy chimed in teasingly. "Where are your wings and horns, anyway?"

"These aren't wings," Byleth deadpanned, gesturing to his cape.

"And I don't have horns," Bylass added with an unenthusiastic tone.

"Relax, it's just a joke. But seriously, I meant it when I said I really owed you and your father for my life. Thanks once again."

"My father?" Byleth asked incredulously.

"Wait, you two are twins, right? That means Sir Jeralt must be your father," He looked at Yellow Cape for a while before Bylass jumped in to explain.

"Believe it or not, we only met him two years ago and he is much older than I am so it's impossible for us to be related." The other two widened their eyes in surprise, especially the girl in red who seemed particularly intrigued.

"It's fascinating that you both share such striking similarities yet aren't related by blood. It makes me wonder about his past and the circumstances that led him here."

"That's what I ask myself as well. Who are you people anyway?"

"I am Edelgard von Hresvelg, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I'm Dimitri Alexandre Blaidydd and he is Claude von Riegan – the one who led us to this messy situation."

"That hurts, your Highness. And here I thought my brilliant plan did work out in the end. We found our legendary mercenary friends here, didn't we?"

"Which could have been avoided if you hadn't run off like that. What were you thinking by announcing your Crest and name like that?" Edelgard scowled.

"Too true! I was the first to make a strategic retreat. Everything would have worked out if these two hadn't followed me and ruined everything." Claude shrugged. "Because of them, every single one of those bandits chased after us. Utterly ridiculous."

"Ah, so that's what you were thinking, Claude." Dimitri chimed in. "And here I thought you were acting as a decoy for the sake of us all."

"His intentions were as clear as day. You will prove a lacking ruler if you cannot see the truth behind a person's words." Edelgard said sarcastically.

"Hm. You will prove a lacking ruler yourself if you look for deceit behind every word and fail to trust those whom you rely on."

"Oh, joy. A royal debate between Their Highnesses. I wonder how being completely predictable affects one's ability to wield power. Personally, as the embodiment of distrust, I'd say your little exchange smacks of naiveté."

Before Edelgard could retort back, Byleth raised his hand and halted. His eyes were directed at Claude as if he had something to ask.

"You are Claude von Riegan, right? I didn't know Duke Riegan had an heir."

"So, you are the mercenary that my grandfather talked about. My mother is his daughter and circumstances led me here by chance so now here I am. Enough about me though, is it true that you two wiped out the gang that kidnapped young girls at Derdriu?"

"Yes, the gang was quite hard to find, and they resisted fiercely once we found them. Though we did find a way to lure them out in the end." Bylass explained.

'And how did you do it?" Claude asked eagerly which Bylass was about to respond before her partner chimed in instantly.

"It's our trade secret." Bylass's mouth curved upward slightly at his urgency, knowing why he tried to hide it.

"I've been meaning to ask." Edelgard chimed in. "Were you perhaps past Rusalka in the Empire?"

"Yes. It was a long time ago. Is there anything you need from me?"

"I heard reports of a mercenary that single-handedly dispatched a whole battalion of bandits on his own before setting the village in flame. What really happened that night?" Byleth stared at her with a stoic face as Edelgard suddenly freaked out, wondering whether she asked the wrong question. After a pregnant silence, Byleth sighed and replied calmly.

"The bandits took a surprise attack. I just did what I had to before they could further damage me. And that fire… it wasn't me." Edelgard nodded subtly and the awkward silence returned as none uttered a word until Dimitri began nervously.

"In any case, forgive our digression. I must speak with you if you can spare a moment. The way you held your ground against the bandits' leader was captivating! You never lost control of the situation. It showed me I still have much to learn." Before he could finish, Edelgard already interrupted.

"Your skill is exactly why I must ask you to consider lending your services to the Empire."

"Halt, Edelgard. Please allow me to finish my own proposition. The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus is in dire need of exceptional individuals like you. Please do reconsider returning to the Kingdom with me." Byleth and Bylass looked at each other, clearly troubled by the propositions.

"Whoa there! You two sure are hasty. Trying to recruit someone you just met. Tactless, really. So, capable stranger, let's get right to it. Where does your allegiance lie?" The pair fell silent for a while before Byleth finally began; his eyes were suddenly determined.

"My loyalty belongs to my family alone. As for where they are now, it's not up for debate." The students were caught off guard and nodded subtly, not trying to push further then turned to Bylass who looked determined as well.

"My allegiance lies with Remire and him." She pointed at Byleth. "Wherever he goes, I go."

"Ah, I see. Should have seen it coming. You are indeed very lucky, my friend." Claude winked at Byleth who looked confused, unsure what the Riegan heir was trying to say. Then Alois appeared and told them it was time to return to the Monastery as they bid the pair farewell and departed, leaving the duo alone.

"What do you think of them so far." Bylass began as Byleth pinched his chin.

"They were quite something, especially with that Riegan boy. I doubt it will be the last we hear from him. But for some reason, the three of them look familiar as if I already met them before.

"Byleth, could they be…?"

"I can't say for sure, but it's possible. Anyway, let's head back and pack our things before Jeralt gives us another lecture." He turned to leave but felt Bylass's hand on his shoulder.

"Bylass, what's wrong?"

"After we knocked out Kostas, how did you know exactly what he was going to do?" He looked taken aback but replied calmly.

"I noticed some suspicious movements from him. It was mostly experience."

"But then why did you look at me that way when everything was done?" Her voice was not accusatory but curious as she moved closer to him. "Your gaze… it was full of disbelief, relief, and pain. Just like mine a long time ago" Byleth went silent for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"Let's finish packing and meet in my room," he said quietly. "I'll explain everything then." With that, he left Bylass alone with her thoughts, each was more daunting than the other.

"Yes, I also noticed that look from him. I'm quite curious what he is about to tell you though." Bylass replied, her curiosity piqued. She looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. "I am in your mind so you can stop doing it."

"Sothis?"

"Yes, the one and only. That man with the blue hair... he's quite fascinating, isn't he? Why does he seem familiar I wonder?"

"Did you know him before?"

"I highly doubt it. You are actually the first one to ever communicate with me. But based on his earlier reaction, there is a chance he may have some knowledge about your fate or even the power of Divine Pulse." Bylass gently touched her cheek in contemplation.

"That could be possible. Did you sense anything else about him, Sothis?"

"There was something peculiar about him. It is not malice that I sense, nor is it the aura of a common mortal. It is as though he is shrouded in an emptiness, a hollowness that defies simple explanation."

"Emptiness?"

"That's all I can decipher for now. We should keep it in mind. But for now, you have a task to attend to." With a nod, Bylass headed back to her room. Yet her thoughts were still occupied with a certain man as her worry was growing bigger and bigger with each second passed by.

"Byleth, what is happening to you?"