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Kintsugi no Fusei

Book 1: On Fields of Fate

Paralogue 4: Fate Stirring Part 1

Hooves clapped on the unpaved roads as the gentle stride of a horse rose above the hill, its dark color revealed by the first rays of dawn breaking through the sky. Behind the steed was a small wagon with its cloaked rider in front of it, holding onto the bridle. The wagon itself was half-filled, with small crates of vulneraries, concoctions, and a few sacks of produce taking up space.

The rider adjusted her brown cloak as a breeze nearly sent its hood off, partially revealing her currently brown locks, her purple eyes diligently observing the road ahead and the town situated at its end. It was there that she found the Farfort still standing.

Judging by the lack of lights, many of its inhabitants were still asleep in their cozy, simple homes. That did not account for the usual early risers, already at work to start the day. The sight of the town being so at peace and still at its usual pace alleviated the guilt gnawing at the back of her mind. Nonetheless, this suited her just fine, for she had a lot to do on this day.

After all, Morgana Daraen, or Macha as she was known in her current guise, was just a farmer and supplier who happened to moonlight as a secret protector of the settlement. Now with months' worth of work to catch up on and a list of materials she wanted to get done as soon as possible.

Oh, how her vile snake of a former husband, his detestable divine dragon-reject worshipping cult, and most of her predecessors would be disgusted at the life she led right now.

'Huh, maybe they did find out and that is why they did make sure I died. The question then, would be how.' Morgana pondered as Arion pulled them ever so closer to the town entrance.

The thought of her seemingly impending assassination in a year or so was morbid and it always would be light in comparison to what her children suffered or would suffer from, yet she found herself wondering about it all the same. She had been so very careful to cover their tracks, having burned through most of her remaining favors as the rightful heir of Plegia to do so. It was a fact that many of her loyal retainers would rather die and, bless their souls, did so than betray her. And even among those who survived the culling due to how important they were to Plegia, had no clue whatsoever of her whereabouts and status.

There was of course, that very small possibility that the people of Farfort might be the cause, but she found it very unlikely. She always wore a glamor except on her private property and even then, said property was remote and had proper wards that would alarm her if someone besides the people she trusted were coming there. Not to mention that Aigle and even Sharur would be quick to notice if something was off.

But even then, that was not the primary reason why Morgana believed that the people of Farfort had any hand in what was to happen.

A pair of guards stood by the entrance, iron lances in hand and shields hanging by straps on their sides. She was about to commend them for their vigilance as they raised their free hands as if to salute her but immediately realized both were just fighting off their tiredness and failing to contain it. Goodness gracious, she really had been gone for too long.

With a cheeky grin now stretching across her face, the exiled and disguised royal pulled on Arion's reigns to stop before the pair and greeted them cheerily. "Good morning gentlemen! Why, I see you are all doing your job well!"

The sleepy guards looked at her, staring in silent bewilderment before their waking minds finally caught up with reality, their eyes widening. "W-Wha!? Madame Macha!"

"That is my name yes." She said as they saluted her hastily as if their lives depended on it, an act which she laughed off. "Now, now gentlemen, there is no need for such formalities. I am just dropping by. How has the town been? Nothing too out of place?"

"If you say so, Madame." One of the guards said as he shakily adjusted the glasses on his face and exchanged a look with his companion before speaking once more. "To report briefly, Farfort is still as safe and silent as ever, nothing that us and the new volunteers for the watch cannot handle, even accounting for the two months that you have been…well, out."

"Although," the other guard interjected as he fiddled with the thin red cord tied to his waist, "there are some reports from the fishermen that they saw a ship or two in the west of their fishing spots in the Pyrathi Sea. They say they fly the Ylissean colors but…"

"But we can't be sure." Morgana finished, filing it down in her mind to check in person with Sharur later. If they weren't Ylissean, the only likely place they could stop by for refuge would be the Outrealm Isle, home to an elusive Outrealm Gate or so the rumors said. Nonetheless, it was the only habitable island next to the Farfort that was not Ylisse, and the fact that they were there was suspicious enough.

"Yes, ma'am." He answered before they, in sync, added. "Whatever the case for your absence was, it is good to see you again Madame Macha!"

"I see you have practiced this speech, hm?" At the disguised mother's jest, the two guards sheepishly rubbed their heads as they chuckled. Giggling in turn, she retrieved two sealed vials from her cart and held them out. "Still, thank you both for your service. Here, this should help you out on your shifts. Take only a sip, drink too much and you will be more like children who consumed one too many sugar cookies."

The pair took her offerings and the bespectacled guard wasted no time in removing the cork to take a whiff but his fellow guard was the first to answer. "Oh, this is Pepper-up! Thanks, Ma'am!"

"I should be the one thanking you both and the others for picking up my slack!" She said as she took one of the crates from her cart that contained the same brew. "Take these to your comrades later, you all more than earned it."

"That is too generous of you Madame! We cannot–" The ever-polite guard began to say, only to be interrupted once more by his eager companion who took the crate. "What he means to say is we will do just that. Thank you again, Ma'am!"

With that all done, Morgana took the reins back in her hands. "Now, I best be off. May I pass?"

"Of course, Madame!" They said as they stepped aside to let her pass, giving her another salute as they did so. "Have a nice day!"

"And may yours be good as well gentlemen!" She waved them goodbye and entered the town proper, the fields of crops and livestock soon giving way to the stone and wooden constructions of the Farfort.

Morgana arrived at her first stop, a building with smoke and heat already starting to become visible from its high chimney. It was there that she came across the first of the early birds, a man with brown locks and facial hair, still yawning a bit and holding a damaged billhook in his free hand.

"Mornin' Macha!" The bearded brunet greeted her as he went for the door, his eyes giving her a lazy pass before they widened to a rather comical degree, and he then whipped his head back in her direction. "Wait a damn minute! It's actually you!"

"Morning Tinhead!" She greeted back.

"Oi! Ah ain't mah son!" A cackle left the disguised royal's lungs at the reaction. The reason for that was his reaction as well as an interesting question her son asked the day she returned and the answer she gave.

'Teach him well my Robin.' She thought as she ceased her laughter, a smirk still plastered prominently on her face.

"I know that, Denis! But whose fault was it that it became your last name in the first place?" At her retort, the man could only grumble as the door opened and he walked inside the now-open forge. Meanwhile, a bare-faced man with whitening hair tied back in a tail, much shorter and muscled, walked past him from the same building. He had an eyebrow raised at her as he shut the door behind him to keep the heat in.

"Well, ah'll be…" He began to say before a manic grin stretched on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling with it. "If yah hadn't informed me, I almost wouldn't have thought. Good ta see you're still kicking Macha!"

"And good to see you have not yet croaked from all that smoke from your forge Pira!" She greeted cheerfully as she got out of the cart, her satchel and sealed clay jar in hand. "Got yourself a new striker yet? You know, I can have Mark work for you."

"Pah, heavens no woman." The blacksmith scoffed as he shook his head and accepted the container from her. Despite this, the grin on his face remained, albeit teasing. "Your boy and even Tinhead's boy–"

"Oi! I heard that!" Denis, the tinhead in question interjected loudly from inside the forge. Unfortunately, he was only ignored as Pira continued his explanation.

"–don't have the finesse and power that mah harder projects need. Thanks, fer da offer but no thanks, Macha."

"Well, that is a shame." The disguised royal said as she gave him the sealed clay jar that he accepted.

"Eh, it's just how it is." He said as he placed the ware in a spare pouch on his belt

"Speaking of projects, how are my commissions Pira?" Morgana asked as she opened her satchel and grabbed a pouch filled to bursting with coins. "My apologies. I know I just got back but I needed them as soon as possible. I will pay you full price and more if needed."

"Ya mean this commission?" The old blacksmith dug a hand in the pocket sewn into his apron and retrieved a sheaf of papers filled with ink-drawn images. "Something that ain't a weapon. Looks a bit like axles, wheels, and strips of metal...the hell are ya even gonna use these for?"

'To be honest, I have no idea.' She thought, remembering only that Shirou had drawn them with his left arm for some reason when they had talked last and asked her to get them made. Oh well, they all had their secrets. It was only a matter of time before it was revealed and with what she knew of him, he would probably tell her daughter first. After all, this odd commission was for her.

"Well, whatever. Ah'm done with it anyway. Just lemme go get them." Having said that, he gave her the papers and entered the forge again where she could all but see the older man shove the farmer off the crate that he sat on. They briefly exchanged insults and grumbles but laughed it off as the farmer helped him fully open the door as he exited with the crate in tow. "Better pay up, say five percent more since this…wheel be different from the usual."

Upon hearing that, the disguised royal took a deep breath, fighting to keep her expression blank. A hard-fought battle she lost as she wheezed, prompting the two men to chuckle. Seriously, the audacity of this man. "Urgh, you are horrible."

"Alright, 'nuff of that. Let's get this sorted." The man placed the crate down and opened it, revealing the various pieces of the commission. Together, they compared it with the sketches on the papers and found them to be accurate, give or take a few differences. However, knowing the Champion of Naga and the magic of his that let him change materials to his liking, the results were already acceptable.

"All right, you have done well. You can keep the papers for now. Here's my payment as promised." Giving said papers back to the blacksmith along with a handful of coins from the packed pouch, she closed the crate and placed it on her wagon. She climbed it afterward and smiled earnestly at the man. "Thank you very much Pira."

Pira simply waved it off as he counted his coins, giving her a satisfied nod when he finished and pocketing them in his own pouch.

"If ya really wanna thank me, then find me someone who can understand those old schematics ah got from that ancient tablet. Ah swear ah'm close to understanding 'em, Macha." Having said that, he began to walk back to the forge, where Denis had been watching and waiting for him. Before he closed the door, she saw Pira's eyes had a glint in them. "Know what? Get me the guy who made yah those sketches."

With that final word, the forge's door was closed and the forge was soon filled with the sound of the two men bickering and the clash of hammers on metal.

For her part, Morgana simply grasped Arion's reins and whispered under her breath. "Sorry, that is not up to me."

With a tug, she was off to her journey again.

"Madame Macha, praise be to Naga that you're alive! Drop by my bakery later and I'll get your favorites ready!"

"Thank you! Can I get double the usual and perhaps a loaf or two?" She asked before digging into one of her crates once more for a small jar. "Oh, and here is your ointment!"

"Pleasure to see you, Madame!"

"Macha, you're a sight for sore eyes. Can I interest you with the fresh catch?"

"Madame, let me."

"Cabbages, Madame?"

The exchanges between her and the waking townsfolk continued as she rode her path, every greeting brief but meaningful, every face a reminder of their nature. Good hardy folk looking out for each other and just making the best of their lives despite being a ship away from the mainland.

They were the type of people Morgana would have loved to have in Plegia, the people they could have been if not for the Grimleal and the Zealots of Augustus. People simply lived in peace and loved what it offered. Alas, it was just what it was, a repeat of the tragedies of the Jugdralian Genealogy and the Loptrian Empire.

It was sometime later that she stopped by the back of the local apothecary, grabbing the last crate of her wares as she approached it. Her wagon all but emptied of her produce and replaced with what the townsfolk had given to her in exchange, it was left nearby with Arion patiently waiting for her.

She reached for the Wind tome inside her coat and unleashed a pulse of her magic, a gentle breeze with her as its epicenter blew all around her surroundings. The touch of her magic found nothing out of place and she let the tome go.

It was then that she looked at the bare wall of the apothecary's back, which was seemingly inconspicuous unless one knew exactly what to do. So, she approached the wall, carefully scanning the weathered bricks before deliberately knocking on three bricks laced with magic in quick succession, the sound that it produced more like tapping on wood than hard stone.

With a brief shudder, the bricks began to shift, the glamor and wards that secured it temporarily lifting to reveal an oaken door that soon opened to show its owner.

Wavy bright red hair tied back into a ponytail that framed her equally red eyes, which now shined with recognition and opportunity. Her fair skin was highlighted by her merchant attire consisting of a red short-sleeved dress with yellow lining that ended at her knees and a pair of simple but high-quality flats. The only jewelry she wore was a thin golden bracelet on her right arm, an arm that was now raised as she rested her index finger on her face, right next to the smile that all but told Morgana that she was not going to leave with all of her funds intact.

"My oh my, if it isn't my favorite customer who has been gone for months!" The redheaded woman said cheerily.

"Anna, I am your only customer here on the Farfort." She responded with a tone drier than the Plegian deserts.

"And that is exactly why you are my favorite, Macha!" She exclaimed, undeterred by the truth. The merchant's outstretched finger was then pointed at her. "You buy my lovely wares and excellent services. In exchange, I get your money and a share of your delectable moonshine. Ergo, we both win."

"Shush you! We agreed to keep that quiet." Had she not been holding on to the crate of said moonshine, she would have had her hands on the redhead's mouth. "Just let me in already."

"Oh, we both know no one's going to hear you here. We both checked." Anna said before she stepped aside to give her passage, doing so with a flourish and barely contained glee for money. "Welcome milady and do come inside, into Anna's Secret Shop."

Shaking her head at her friend's theatrics, the disguised royal simply entered the building with the secret seller shutting the door and following her to the finely polished wooden counter.

Placing the crate of Plegian moonshine down, she turned to Anna who got one of the bottles to appraise it and while doing so, asked her, "So, what can I do for you today, Morgana?"

Knowing that she was in a private and warded space, Morgana took out a piece of paper and slid it on the counter. "I will be needing all the items listed here. Am I right to assume that you still have them all in stock?"

The redhead paused her appraising as she returned the bottle and picked up the piece of paper, reading its contents for a bit before her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Whoa, you need another glamor? And what're the numbers for?"

"Yes, but not for me." The albino answered curtly as she left the counter and began to examine the secret shop for items on the list. "As for the numbers, do you happen to have clothes for men and women?

"Well, I do have them…" Anna trailed off before raising the paper again. "But I'm still stuck on the fact that you need another glamor."

She left the bottle on the counter as she walked out to where she was browsing. "Or that you need clothes for a man and a woman with what I assume to be their measurements.

"And that you disappeared for months without even a note." The merchant crossed her arms under her chest, her eyebrows scrunched together, and the sly smile on her face completely gone. For the first time in a long while, the disguised royal saw the worry becoming visible in her friend's eyes. "Would you mind explaining what happened to you, Morgana?"

At that sight and her plea, Morgana let out a long sigh as she rubbed her cloak. "It is a long and complicated story, Anna."

"Well, we've got the time." The redhead uncrossed her arms and got nearer, which was the only warning she had when those same arms quickly enveloped her in a hug. "I missed you. You know?"

The disguised royal could have broken free if she had wanted to, but she chose not to do that as the warmth and lilac scent of her friend's hair lulled her. Instead, she allowed it to continue and reciprocated, holding onto her friend like she was a lifeline. "Me too."

"…it must have been hard on you, huh? You'd normally shove me off you by now." Anna commented, getting a weak laugh out of Morgana.

"Trust me. After all that I have to say, you might need that moonshine ready."

"Sounds heavy. How about I get your purchases ready while you talk?" Having said that, they ceased their embrace and proceeded to do just that.

The time was spent with Anna walking around and getting all the items on her list while Morgana regaled her on the events that had happened as best as she could, of the fate that had befallen her displaced daughter, and the revelations that it brought. It wasn't a clean-and-cut retelling, as she would find herself going on a tangent to curse her former husband and the millennia-old cult that started it all, or the betrayal that her daughter was subjected to in both of her lives, that the merchant had to tell her to slow down and regain her calm. A process that she realized was both for them as she saw her almost crack a beaker in her hand and take deep breaths.

Eventually, the albino managed to finish her tale while the redhead got most of the items on the list. As a result, both women sat together in a heap on the shop's sofa, utterly drained.

"That was so…fuck. Fuck. You're right. I want that Plegian moonshine now." Anna gasped out.

"I told you it was complicated," Morgana said as she took out a flask from her coat and took a healthy swig from it, offering it afterward to the merchant. "You want some of this?"

Her friend took the container and she watched as she absent-mindedly took a long sip of its contents. It took a few seconds before she paused and shot her with a glare. "This isn't moonshine."

"Pepper-up." The disguised royal revealed as she reclined on the furniture. "It is too early for us to drink and I have got a lot of work to do later."

The secret seller bumped shoulders with her. "Then stop working so much already you workaholic!"

She stared her friend in the eyes. "Now that is funny. Do you say that every time in the mirror?"

A huff left her lips. "Excuse you, I always look like a perfectly pretty princess!"

The two of them continued to stare at each other with nary a blink before they cackled. The laughter consumed them for a few precious moments before they sagged again. "Morgana, you and your family got a very fucked-up life."

"I know. It was as if I got saddled with someone else's lifetime of karma." Morgana voiced as she took her flask back and took another sip. "Just bad karma."

"Then they must have been quite the bitch if you got all that bad karma," Anna noted before she saw the candle being lit in her head. "Speaking of karma, you say that this Shirou person has some Chon'sin features?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, I received a shipment of Chon'sin clothes and fabrics from Jake while you were gone." The redhead stood up and bid her to do so too. "Come on, let me them show to you."

The albino laughed as she followed her. "Careful, you sound like you're going to give them to me for free."

Her friend shook her head, red ponytail whipping about. "Oh, Naga no. Instead, I'll give you…just a 5 percent discount."

"Show them to me first, then we'll talk about discounts." She shot back as they entered the more secluded part of the secret shop, revealing to her a treasure trove of rare items that she had yet to move there. Then again, she was the only customer of her friend so the point was mute.

They eventually arrived at their destination, where Anna made a grand gesture to the items in question. "Ta-da! What do you think of these beauties?"

A gasp left Morgana's lips as her eyes roamed over them. They were all finely made, with even the clothes most suited for the outdoors and strenuous work looking like they were made to last and be presentable. A touch of her hands all but assured her of this as she felt its texture thoroughly.

What drew her attention more, however, were the yet uncut fabrics. Each of them with colors and patterns that ranged from subtle to bold. And from all of those, two of them immediately spoke to her. Two fabrics that matched her daughter and her protector.

Different yet joined together pleasingly, just like their intended wearers.

Morgana drew her money pouch faster than she could speak out. "Anna, can I bother you with a commission?"

"With those fabrics, I'll need more than that…" Anna began, only to stop as she retrieved a large bullion from her satchel. "Er, I mean pleasure doing business with my favorite customer! Got any requests?"

The symphony of nature filled the air as grass and leaves swaying in the wind continued to lull a figure on the fields to blissful sleep. His brown hair was cut short and complemented by the green hooded cloak he wore, the clothing almost making him blend in with the plant life. Beneath that, he simply wore a cream-colored shirt with subtle lines that ran down, and brown trousers tucked into a well-worn pair of boots. Black gloves covered his hands, with the right one being more reinforced. Aside from that, the only other thing of note on him was the jeweled locket hanging from a cord around his neck.

Even as the mid-morning sun bore down its rays, he remained asleep underneath the cool shade of a tree, as if taken to a land beyond in the unconscious realm. A land of freedom and happiness beyond a stifling but necessary cage to hide. A land where he could fly in the light as free as the bird he seemed to be named after. A land that would allow this Robin Daraen to simply be.

"Hey, Mark! Mah chores done! We still goin' or what?"

Alas…that was not to be.

The dream of Robin ended as 'Mark' woke and sat up, a yawn escaping his mouth as he rubbed his 'emerald' eyes before gazing at the source of the voice. The source was a brown-eyed male near his age, just a bit younger, wearing a blue shirt with beige pants and well-worn shoes. In his hands was a sturdy shepherd's staff and on top of his head of brunet hair was a bronze cooking pot worn like a makeshift helm.

"Heh, that was faster than I anticipated." The young man remarked as he stood up. "Hey there, Donnel. I see you've taken up my offer."

"Hold yer horses, Mark. I gotta ask. Are ya real sure we should be doing this kinda thing? I mean are ya even allowed ta?" The younger male asked as he uneasily adjusted the trusty cooking pot he used as a helmet when not in use. "Because let me tell ya, I know I'm not allowed. If she finds out, my Ma would tan my hide. Maybe even yours too."

"C'mon Donnie." Robin, or Mark as he was known right now, chuckled as he brushed off and plucked out the stray pieces of hay that stuck to his clothes. "Don't be a spoilsport. You know, me teaching you a little spearman-ship ain't gonna hurt nobody."

"Uhh, Mark. I could be hurt." The one called Donnie insisted even as he adjusted his grip on the shepherd staff and mimicked a spear thrust. "You could be hurt."

"All right, all right. I get it. Kinda inevitable you know." The cloaked adolescent acquiesced with his arms raised before him. He sighed but grinned immediately thereafter, his pearly whites all but gleaming with his glee. "But I'll have you know that I asked Mother about this and she…actually agreed."

His friend visibly gawked at that, jaw slacking and eyebrows raising. "Whoa, she really did that, Mark? Wait, she's back too?"

"Yeah!" He confirmed with a nod. "It surprised me too!"

Mark then gestured to the barn far behind them, which he knew now housed a sleeping Sharur. He didn't even need to look inside to know that the griffon was clutching to all the gold in his nest like his life depended on it. "She got home a few days ago so I asked her then and here we are."

"Oh, so that's why Pa was grumblin' when he got home," Donnel murmured with a dazed look of realization. "And that's why the guards were a bit more awake when ah saw them. They finally got pepper up from her."

At the mention of the Farfort guards being more awake than usual, he gave his friend a concerned look. "Wait, how awake were they, Donnie?"

"Well, they weren't bouncin' all over the place like what happened last time. Maybe just a bit peppier in their steps today so ah guess they finally got the lesson and drank it in moderation." He replied with a shrug. "Why do you ask, Mark?"

"Oh, nothing." The young man said all nonchalantly, but deep inside he knew that he had just dodged an arrow. 'Thank goodness, I didn't fuck up the ratio this time.'

His mother had been quite cross with him when she had learned that he attempted to add more flavor to her standard pepper-ups for the guards and that said guards who had drunken the tampered concoctions proceeded to terrorize the Farfort. The only silver lining was that he had succeeded and that the guards found it to be more palatable, with his punishment being to refine and test the mixture.

"Anyway, how about we go now so I can teach you some forms?" He asked as he grabbed two items from where he had napped. The first was an actual wooden spear he had carved for today's training, though he had yet to start making another one for his friend so he would just have to use his staff. The second was, of course, his trusted thunder tome that he quickly put in his satchel. "If we hurry, we might be able to catch our lunch in the Rinne River."

"Grilled sweetfish for lunch? Now, yer talkin my language Mark!" Donnel remarked, continuing with, "If we're havin' that, let's go to the old Mila Willow!"

"Sounds like a perfect plan!"

With ecstatic grins on their faces, they bumped their fists together enthusiastically and quickly began walking towards their intended destination.

Together, they made for quite a pair as they traveled there among the many unsettled portions of the Farfort landscape. Surrounded as it was by water and cut off from the Ylissean mainland, it was an island large enough to boast a farming and fishing settlement thriving on its own, but still have plenty of space left untamed by civilization.

And it was that same space they would take advantage of to avoid the prying eyes of their respective parents, although, it was more for the pot-wearing boy's sake than the cloaked one. Heavens forbid that they find out their sweet diligent boy was learning to fight on the sly.

However, little did they know just what they were going to get themselves into. For it seems that fate had drawn and laid down the cards. A reunion was nigh.

Story Corner

RedRat8 hummed disapprovingly at Will S. Lavi. "You're an evil fellow you know that?"

"Yes I am~" Will said while grinning like a stereotypical villain.

"You're doing this?" Red repeated.

"Damn right I am." Will nodded.

"You're going to do the one thing that almost every reader hates when reading fanfics then?" Red asked.

"My Inner Kirei is demanding Salt!~" Will said as he did the iconic Kirei Pose.

Red sighed. "You got so much to show and to handle for." He muttered before his eyes narrowed as Will was still grinning like Kirei and then approaching his writing with a censored file that labeled grim dark stuff. "No." He said flatly as he dope smacked the shit out of Will with his tail.

"Gah! What was that for~?" Will whined.

"No, Will, bad boy, shame on you for trying to add more unnecessary darkness." Red scolded as he dope smacked Will several more times.

"Ah come on Red! It's been years since the last true dark scene." Will complained before Red dope smacked him.

"Nope, shame on you." Red deadpanned as he made Will squeal by pinching his ears. "You brought me on to your story as a Beta as part of our Contract for reasons like these, remember?"

"Ugh fine." Will sighed as Red huffed his agreement and took the files and threw it into the data archives.

"Aside from that dank foolishness, good news everyone!" Red continued on as though he didn't beat the shit out of Will. "We now have our own Discord Server for KnF now." He announced with a smile.

"Which means fanart, general planning ideas and random shenanigans!" Will declared with a bruised smile.

"Which means you can send us all the random stuff you want or perhaps do stuff...I don't know really." Red shrugged.

"But at any rate we hope you enjoy this chapter and until then." Will picked off from where Red went.

""Have a great day."" Both Red and Will spoke.

Moments Later

My responses to the reviews (Phantoms in the Sparks and KnF Outro):

Dareth: Thank you! Don't know how long it'll be since I'm working full-time now but I'll still update.

Guest 1: That was quite the review. I'm glad to know that this has become one of your favorite fire emblem crossovers and that the interactions between the characters work. As for the bad future, well, we'll take a gander on what happens in the next part of the paralogue. That is one of the reasons why I titled it Kintsugi no Fusei and trust me, I got a lot more stuff to reveal in the story.

Guest 2: Thanks for the review, but you already know that I did update with an actual chapter.

RegulusCetus: What is sailing? Joking but as for changing Plegia within, it's going to be something that will come up more on Robin's side.

Dasgun: Thank you.

LockeBelmont: Yes, I'm laying down more foreshadowing and it's okay if you can't predict what they are yet. As for EMIYA, well he's EMIYA and regarding that thought? Who knows? Hahahaha. Thanks for the review and liking the outro!

Dimihd: It's an outro (ending song) and thanks. We don't have an animation but we do have artwork for this story now.

fangs of death: Thank you! It's an ending song though.

Guest 3: What?

prietar: You are very welcome. I hope you liked this update.

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Author's Note:

Alright, so initially, this paralogue was supposed to be just one whole chapter but as I was writing it, Red and I found it to be more prudent to split it in half. You'll find out why in the next part of this paralgue. That right there, the next part is where things get real...spicy.

Now, I'm already a hired teacher so I'm quite busy and I'm still working on the second half. I'm getting there but my work does take priority.

Anyways, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought of this chapter in a review. Love it or Hate it, do tell me for improvement. I hope I was able to entertain you all.

Till next time, this is Will S. LaVi.

P.S. Here is the link to the server: CShgPucjVH