"Excuse me, young lad!" The one in blue called out to him. "Warn your elders of an incoming attack and barricade yourselves in. This is no time for a child like you to be outside!"

Had there been time for it nor knowing that he'll be growing soon enough, Robin would have toasted the man with his words alone.

"I'm 16," Robin allowed before getting into business with rapid-fire words. "And I am somewhat recently part of a mercenary corp. What are their numbers? Notable weapons? Formations? A clear leader?"

The trio before him paused to stare at him, no doubt staring at someone to be so short at his age. He sighed before catching sight of several of the men that was there during his interrogation.

"Hey!" He called out and pointed to the men, "It appears we're going to be under attack soon by bandits! You, go and get Jeralt. You and you, go scout out the area together for any incoming attacks. The rest will gather the others to fortify or build barriers and guard the perimeter of the village to prevent infiltration and any possible sneak attacks. I'll try and get some info about the incoming bandit attacks from these three. Move it, double time!"

Without waiting for a reply, Robin turned back towards the three to grill them some more.

"Now hurry it up! The more information, the better to reduce casualties and save lives."

The teen in yellow was the first to recover his wits as he glanced at the men Robin so easily ordered around as they rushed to obey.

"There were at least a hundred attacking us before we got separated from our group," the teen said with respect, "An even amount of swords and axes and maybe a bow here or there."

"Bronze? Iron? Steel?"

"Definitely a lot of iron and not much else."

"And any leader?"

"Big, ugly, smelly, lots of scars, missing teeth and apparently has a rage-on in several ways for Edelgard as he chased the three of us."

Robin mentally noted who Edelgard apparently was from the angry luminescent blush directed at the yellow clad teen before going back to business.

"Any signs of actual mages or even anyone who could cast spells?"

"None as far as I can tell."

"Any chance of allies coming to our aid?"

At this, the now named Edelgard stepped forward.

"The Knights of Serios were initially with our group to guide us in our first mission," she stated curtly, "but due to chasing after a smaller group of bandits, they were away when we were attacked. Before our separation, Dorothea managed to fire a thunder spell into the air, so they should be alerted to our situation by now."

A small group of men, who no doubt is part of the group that attacked them... Robin realized quickly. ...to lead the protectors away, while the main force become like wolves upon sheep. This can't be any ordinary bandit group. They must have a strategist or someone pulling their strings.

The former indicated the bandits as veterans while the latter reeked of the Politics of Nobility...neither being a favorable thing in his eyes. One being unable to get rid of easily while the other is a smiling dastard wielding a hidden poisoned dagger to wait for the best time to strike.

While it's possible of just bad luck with bandits, it's also possible for the three in front of him or even for whoever else was in their group to be the actual target of an assassination attempt.

He shook his head to refocus his thoughts. Fight off the bandits first, then worry about the possible aftermath later.

"While I have more questions," Robin said commandingly as he glanced at the weaponry the three have, "but we may not have enough time for it. I am called Robin, just give me your names for now."

At this, the trio scrambled to get their names out first.

"Edelgard von Hresvelg." Said Edelgard.

"Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd." Said the one in blue.

"Claude von Riegan." Said yellow lastly.

Nodding as he registered the names in his mind, he quickly spotted Jeralt approaching with the stoic Byleth in tow, arms cradling both his glass sword and Thunder tome. He quickly gave a concise and accurate description of everything he learned, of which Jeralt only whistled at.

"Not even half a day being on the job and not only you took over command of my troops," Jeralt said, not noticing the trio gaping in realization of how new he was to being a mercenary, "But you have them in a frenzy to get your orders done and the only times that happens is when my daughter is leading the charge or when she starts devouring apples, nuts and cheese like no one else can."

Robin and the teens winced as Byleth mercilessly shoved the pommel of the glass sword into Jeralt's gut for sharing such a private thing. The man only gave a grunt in response as one of the scouts Robin sent out ran towards them.

"Bandit's outside the village!" The man panted out. "Damn...There are a lot of them."

"Well, enough fooling around I suppose." Jeralt said in a slight serious tone. "While it has been a long time since I've seen those uniforms, I know for a fact that you're wearing them means you can at least defend yourself so you're with me, my daughter and Shortstack over there."

He's never going to stop calling me that isn't he? Robin thought miserably.

"Kid," Jeralt continued, "Take the lead with Shortstack as magical backup. Don't rush or let him go out in front as his close combat skills aren't currently worth a damn...or allow him so you can make him cause a distraction as our enemies laugh at how bad his hand to hand is so that you can kill them nice and easy."

The following string of curse words that flowed out of Robin's mouth caused all that could hear him to blush quite badly. Jeralt however, merely raised both a smirk and an eyebrow at him.

"I think my group has a new game called 'Out curse Robin' to gamble on." Jeralt said amusingly before quickly becoming serious again as he glanced at the trio. "The three of you will pick off these two miss or didn't finish off, but the main goal is to have you as bait to attract the leader towards us while we protect you."

Neat silence reigned as the three gave a subdued determination as they checked their gear for any problems.

"No complaints? Good. Kid, give Shortstack the rest of his gear and let's move out!"

Somewhat ignoring the fuming expression directed at her father as he herded the trio away, Byleth held up Robin's Thunder tome near his hands.

"Nice to see you awaken, Robin." She said in an effort to get him to calm down. "And congratulations on joining our group."

Robin took deep breaths in an effort to calm down. It simply wouldn't to to blow up at the one who saved your life after all.

"...Thank you." He gave out after a moment. "Both for the greeting as well as for coming to my aid. I wish to say more, but we have a battle to win."

He took his tome from her hands to inspect it, not quite realizing that she had held it in a way that caused his fingers to brush her flesh nor the glint in her eyes or the fist pump into the air the moment his eyes were glued downwards into the tome.

While he last saw his Thunder tome was still relatively untouched from the outside, he still needed to check if Jeralt's inspection caused any damage to things like a torn page, lack of magical energy or even smudges in the spell formations. Taking a moment to flip the pages, he confirmed that everything seemed solid enough to last the fight even if he continuously casted for an entire week nonstop. Even if the tome was on its last legs, he should be able to repair it within a few days and gave the proper rituals to the Thunder spirits to make it a proper vessel out of his tome again. Maybe one single day if he rushed it, but with the spells being a lot weaker. His Wilderwind on the other hand, he is grateful he only casted one spell from the tome as it would take comparatively longer to restore it as it was a more complicated spell, if rather wild in how successful its power could become once cast. While he had read a book of Valm's past having a method to cast spells straight from their own health, there were little details on how and he wasn't really keen of trying it anyway.

Closing his Thunder tome, he looked up to Byleth, only to pause as she took a step back, eyes pointedly looking away from him as she placed the hilt of the glass sword between her bosom.

"Could I..." She trailed off, as if uncertain about her next words, "Could I use this sword for a while?"

While he did have reasons to say no and could have said so, the memory of his spar with her father had proven that him waving around a sword and using it in combat could lead to disaster stayed his decision. Not only that, but he did owe her quite possibly his life. How could a glass sword even compare to that?

"Just be aware that blocking with it is a bad idea," Robin stated, causing Byleth's eyes to shift back to him, "So I'm going to be trusting you to use it well."

A moment later was something that caused a shock to his heart.

"Thank you." She said with a small smile.

While Robin was certainly infatuated with her smile, the back of his mind noticed that her eyes held a strange mix of joy and disappointment that baffled him. He could make a wild guess on her joy was due to because of being able to use such a sword, but for the life of him cannot even get a whiff of a chance on the dissapointment. Her next words though, made his mind go blank.

"I will use Shining Slashy Stab to good use."

He didn't know when his hand met his face, but felt it as the right thing to do along with a sigh.

"It's not...that's not...Oi." Robin vainly tried before ignoring it. "Let's just go hunt some bandits."

The fight towards the leader of the bandits, if one could call it that, was surprisingly easy. With Jeralt and a few of his men easing the pressure of combat for them by dispersing the bandits from forming up too big a group to use swarm tactics against them, did the five take out bandits one by one. A rather noteworthy event was of a sudden ambush from a few rather stealthy enemies caused Robin to cast a ludicrous rapid-fire panicky application of thunder magic that left him gasping for breath that certainly raised eyebrows, shifting most of the bandits focus towards him of how dangerous he currently is.

The other main focus was on Byleth, who became just as dangerous.

Standing in front of Robin, she became the shield that protects his vulnerable form as she weaved a dance of death with a sword in each hand. Every twist in her hips and every twist in her wrists caused a bandit grievous injuries. A lucky few were eventually able to bypass her and could have injured the two if not for Claude's archery skills to delay, and the axe and lance of Edelgard and Dimirti respectively finishing them off, allowing the them to recover safely and resume the slaughter.

To the bandits, it felt like the five were an insurmountable wall that spelled death the moment they drew near. Even if one of them exposed an opening, the others seamlessly covered it up. The ones who were smart enough or just plain cowardly began to flee in different directions as long as it was away from them.

"Idiots!" called out a burly voice, "Just get past the mercenaries and kill those three brats, like this!"

The sound of a feminine grunt caused Robin to turn his head enough to see for a moment of Edelgard backing away and tossing what was left of her axe away to pull out a dagger to defend herself from a bandit that he felt fit the description of the bandit leader. Catching Byleth running to support her, he turned his head back and gave a bit of support Dimitri and Claude to give them some breathing space via a thunder spell to a bandits gut, trusting in Byleth's ability to survive for the moment. As the two teens ganged up on the wounded bandit, he spared a glance back to the two girls, the grip on his tome tightening as he witnessed Byleth's covering Edelgard and receiving an axe into the back of her neck as the bandit leader laughed.

He blinked.

Robin saw Edelgard backing up, tossing away her broken axe and pulling out a dagger to defend herself from the bandit leader.

Wait, didn't this happen before?

Seeing Byleth rush past him gave the increasing feelings of dread from how familiar it seemed. Quickly casting a much weaker Thunder spell to the face of a bandit he was sure he dealt a gut shot before, he quickly turned around, pulled out his blade from his belt and chucked it at the legs of the rushing bandit leader, causing it to briefly entangle them to flail and stumble enough for a prepared Byleth to deflect the axe away with her iron sword and cut a wound into his chest with the glass sword.

Was my mind playing tricks on me? Robin thought as he watched the bandit leader clenched his chest and ran away, causing the rest of the bandits to follow suit. I couldn't have suddenly gained the ability to foresee a possible future from killing myself right?

Just before Robin could even give further thought into this sudden variable of his life, a very loud voice echoed into the air.

"The Knight's of Serios are here! We'll cut you down for for terrorizing our students! Hey! The thieves are running away. Go after them. The students seem to be unharmed. And... who's this?"

As the leader of the group of knights loudly talked to Jeralt and Byleth, Robin checked on the Edelgard, Dimitri and Claude.

"I must thank both you and your friend for saving me," Edelgard started first. "While you're the same age as us, you certainly are an experienced mage to cast so many spells like that. And...Byleth, was it? She is certainly an experienced mercenary as well. Having the Blade Breaker, the former captain of the Knights of Serios as well as being known as the strongest knight to ever live must have done wonders with her skill."

"To be trained under the eyes of such a famous man," Dimirti followed up next, "I must admit to be envious as the teacher leading us fled at the first sight of trouble. It would be an honor to have the chance to seek knowledge from him while I can."

"Considering how loud Captain Alois is insisting on having them follow us," Claude said lastly, "I'm pretty sure we'll get the chance to glean on their experiences. I for one, would love to bend both her and your ears as we travel back to Garreg Mach Monastery."

Filing away the new information of Jeralt's past and of the location they were headed to in his mind, he nodded as if it was natural.

"It is certainly not a problem as helping the three of you may benefit my group in the long run." He said diplomatically. "May I ask what you were doing before the bandit attack?"

"We were doing training exercises for our groups as students of the Officers Academy at the Monastry." Claude then lightly tapped his head as if remembering, "I certainly got the worst of it when that happened."

Edelgard looked at him and said with a deadpanned tone.

"That was because you ran off."

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

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

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

"Hm." Dimitri said before he gave his counterattack. "You will prove a lacking ruler if you look for deceit behind every word and fail to trust those whom you rely on."

"Oh, joy." Claude spoke tiredly. "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."

"Me? Naïve?" Edelgard as she once again glared at Claude. "Tell me, are you actually incapable of keeping quiet, or is your lack of self-awareness a condition of some sort?"

Just as the two were about to spark another argument did Byleth walk over beside Robin, a finger in her ear as if trying to regain her hearing after talking to Alois. Dimitri, sensing a chance, gave a salute along with a bow towards her.

"Salutations ser Byleth," Dimitri said in a charismatic voice, "I must speak with the two of you, if you can spare a moment. The way you worked together to hold your ground against the bandits' leader was captivating! You never lost control of the situation. It showed me I still have much to learn."

Quickly realizing what he was trying to do, she quickly interjected.

"Your skill is precisely why I must ask you to consider lending your services to the Empire. I might as well tell you now. I am no mere student. I am also the Adrestian Empire's–"

"Halt, Edelgard." Dimitri countered fast. "Please allow me to finish my own proposition. The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus is in dire need of exceptional individuals such as the two of you. Please, do consider returning to the Kingdom with me."

"Whoa, there! You two sure are hasty." Claude said as he gave a small amused laugh. "Trying to recruit someone you just met. I was personally planning to develop a deep and lasting friendship on our journey back to the monastery before begging for favors. But it seems there's no time for niceties in this world. So, my capable strangers, let's get right to it. Where does your allegiance lie? "

Before Byleth could give a reply, Robin stepped forward and gave a cough to make sure the attention was on him.

"While I can't speak for her," Robin started out, "But I can certainly say that not only am I new to being in the mercenary group that her father leads, I am also new to these lands and from a far away one at that. Be that as it may, all of us have basically just met. How can we pledge allegiance to one so casually? For such a bond, should we not know each other first?"

At this the other gave an 'ah' for the realization of his words.

"My apologies," Dimitri said with a formal bow, "I have been uncouth in my attempt just now. Perhaps, if time permits, we can share a meal together?"

"I too must apologize," Edelgard said with a nod of her head, "and I extend the same offer to you as well."

"And that makes three of us!" Claude said as he placed both hands behind his head. "I am curious what kind of culture's you've encountered during your journey."

"I take no offense to your actions and would gladly take your offers of a meal." Robin said as he turned towards Byleth. "Isnt that right?"

At her nod, the three gave barely heard sighs of relief as they chatted for a while. Near the end, Dimitri glanced at the glass sword that was on one of Byleth's belt hooks.

"Pardon my rudeness once more," he said with a tone of pleading, "That sword of yours, while a work of art, seems to be the real deal when it comes to a fight. Might I have the chance to examine such a blade?"

Robin and Byleth both glanced at each other, not quite noticing or at least knowing the reason of why Edelgard was shaking her head no frantically and Claude was hastily moving his hand across his throat in a slitting motion once that question came out. In the end, Robin shrugged as what was the harm in letting Dimitri touch it. Seeing his acknowledgement, she pulled out the blade and carefully turned it around so that Dimitri could grasp it by the grip.

"Ah," He said in happiness as soon as his hand touched the sword, "I thank you for allowing me to-"

The sound of glass being crushed echoed into the fives ears as Dimitri gave it a firm grip. They watched silently as a crack appeared on the blade that soon increased until the entire blade burst into multiple shiny particles of light.

"I-I'm terribly sorry..." Dimitri started off. "If you give me some time, I will reimburse you wi-"

Not listening to the words, Robin turned around and started walking away.

"I will listen to your apology later." Robin said in a controlled calm manner. "Just give me some time alone for now."

While Robin wasn't truly angry, it still hurt that one of his possessions that could remind him of Ylisse was gone, even if it was something he had just found lying somewhere that he didn't have the time to put away before the final battle.

Left to himself, he looked up to the stars above, wondering about his future and if he will ever get back to Chrom and everyone else.

"Don't...cry...Lissa..."

He felt he must have some whiplash from looking downwards from hearing an all too familiar voice ring out.

"...Chrom...?

"...See him...sure of it."

Robin walked toward where the voices led, revealing multiple small golden fading lights hovering about, Chrom's voice becoming louder within them.

"...That Robin would survive if our ties were strong enough." Chrom's voice becoming louder as Robin drew closer. This isn't over. I believe Robin is out there...somewhere...

Robin's eyes began to moisten as he heard the next words of his best friend echoed in his ears.

"And I'll find him. If it takes me the rest of my days, I'll find him..."

"You're right!" He heard Lissa say next. "He has to be out there somewhere... And we'll find a way to bring him home. Even if we have to search every open field in this whole stupid world!"

One by one, the voices of the friends he has made throughout the years followed.

"I believe the same, my prince. Robin is too strong to simply disappear. It falls to us to look after the realm until he returns."

Frederick.

"I can feel it, too. Robin is out there, waiting for us. Though I surely will miss him in the meantime..."

Stahl.

"I wish he could have stayed with us long enough to see me grow stronger... But all the more reason to work hard between now and his return!"

Sumia.

"If he returns to us now, I might even consider making him tea. ...Myself. Do you hear that, Robin?! ME, making TEA! You should be honored!

Maribelle.

"If Robin's anythin' like me, he won't check out just 'cause a job is done. Gotta collect on all the sweet rewards, right?"

Gaius.

"Too many times now have I watched loved ones give their lives for me... I must hold on to faith that this time will be different."

Cordelia.

"Robin's not gone! He's just...misplaced! I'll wait a thousand years for him/her if I have to!"

Nowi.

"There will be one less set of eyes on me as I dance... It feels wrong... Please come back, Robin! Please be out there somewhere!"

Olivia.

"Minerva says she still feels Robin is of this world... Also that he smells delicious, but that's neither here nor there..."

Cherche.

'We have won our future, but we are in debt to so many sad memories... I pray at least one of those sadnesses will yet be undone."

Lucina.

"Thanks to you and the others, I was able to change... And I've got more changin' to do! I wants ya to see it."

Donnel.

"You've done so much for me and all of my many, many sisters. You're an extra-special customer. ...I hope we meet again."

Anna.

"Robin put others before himself. No one can question his character. But his work is not done. He is still needed here."

Tiki.

"Now I know what it really means to be a hero... But heroes always come back to fight again...don't they?"

Cynthia.

"Robin... Come back... I need you... We...need you... This world...needs you..."

Emmeryn.

Robin desperately held his tears in as the voices continued on in waves. Chrom's voice echoed into his ears once more.

"Robin has secured for us all the most precious gift: a future. Now it falls upon our shoulders to protect what was given. I vow to give my all to healing the damage this war has wrought upon the realm. When Robin returns, I want him to see what his sacrifice bought."

He fell to his knees and let the tears flow down his cheeks at the last words his friend says.

"Robin...if you can hear me... You will always have a place here with us. Remember that. Always."

At that last word, the lights all swarmed together in front of Robin, condensing into a single form and drawing closer to Robin's chest. Without knowing why, he raised his hands below the light.

"The bond you hold with others have saved you," Naga's voice rang into his mind, "But Grima's last effort to spite all that has been done sent you far beyond all that you or I know."

Within the light formed an advanced tome, Thoron, that fell into his awaiting hands.

"Seek out the lights." Naga's voice continued as the light slowly began to dissipate. "For they are the wishes of your friends made reality for your safe return. Persevere...and one day a path will appear."

Both words and the light faded completely, leaving Robin in the near darkness of the night. He stood, his back with a firm resolve from the knowledge he has gained.

He was alive. Grima's revenge for his death. The will of his friends giving birth to strength. A path back.

I will return. Robin thought. Nothing will get between me and my friends.

Walking back, he found Byleth heading toward him.

"Are you alright?" She asked with a hint of concern in her voice. "I don't know how much Shining Slashly Stab means to you, but-"

"It's alright," Robin interrupted her. "A sword will eventually brake, an arrow will fall and a child will turn into an adult. It happens. I can move on without it."

While Byleth somehow gave a skeptical look through her stoic face, Robin coughed and looked away.

"I'm fine, really." He said as he tried to steer the conversation somewhere else. "Let's just head back to the village for some rest alright?"

With that Robin power walked as fast as he could, with Byleth taking several considering glaces following behind.

End chapter four

Wow, about four thousand words...even if some of them are from the games, if slightly altered for Three Houses. This better not be a trend as I feel like five thousand and onwards for the next chapters would break my mind.

Interesting fact: Trying to figure out how Awakening does it's spells led me into reading some lore of the first Fire Emblem game the developers gave out. It was fan translated, but apparently it's uses Shintoism, where people believe that the Kami (referred to as either spirits or gods in English) exist in all things. Gotoh, someone from Marth's (Original, not Lucina) time created a way to borrow such a power and warned mankind at the same time on using it. For them, Magic is the ability to harness the energy that exist naturally with spell books and the healing staves as vessels to store energy. To use magic, it requires one to chant keywords or possess mental control techniques. Praying to the kami in question gives the keywords and increases their mental capacity. Not sure why and I'm skimming the details here just to let you know.

Not sure about Three houses...It's possible for it to be the same way, but without know how to make them other than a certain spoiler of how their special items are made, so a lack of spell tomes and healing staves in the game as they possibly use themselves as vessels to cast instead...which can be an acceptable of why certain characters/classes are physically weak in ingame strength and defense.

...Man, magic is a headache to me. At least there was some explanation I can offer for it.

Next, only for the people on THIS site.

First off, Robin's height. Yeah, his four foot, ten inches height. Some people complained about it in several ways, but I should at least tell you of a half Irish/half British guy I knew in my high school years who WAS that height for three straight years, only to grow taller during the last year. It's rare, but it IS possible.

Next is Robin telling Jeralt the truth. Only WE know the truth and NOT Robin. For all Robin knew, he was just a skilled, but aging mercenary. Take it from our point of view: if there is someone telling us they were the god king of earth and demand all our money, then tell us to turn around and bend over and take it, how would you see that person? Crazy, right? Same thing can apply here. Thus the altered words and half truths.

As for the durability comment...you do realize that was you talking game logic right? He can certainly repair or create tomes if you think about it...the interesting fact I said is the key for it after all. A Bronze sword can actually be repaired at the smithy and...well the last bit of the chapter with the glowing light bit I'll give to you as a way for me to give him other items if you insist with game logic. If you insist on more...then fine the Robin I played always had Armsthrift and a luck of either 48 or 49. If we ever apply Three houses leveling system, it'd be higher than that and he'll never brake his weapons ever again. Translating that into actual words for the fanfic would be a pain mind.

Lastly for that story idea. Not only will i NOT do it, as I already have my hands full trying this story out, I also don't know about what 'My Hero Academia' is. I assume it's a anime/manga, which I (mostly) cut out of my life as not only am I 35/reaching 36 years old, not only do I have a basic job that eats up my time, I also have a rather sizeable backlog of other games, books and fan translated webnovel/light novels to go through as well. There will be no time to try other things until I get everything else done.

Uh, lastly to everyone...would you believe that I rewrote this entire chapter several times, got lost in grinding for exp and skills on the Golden Deer path, come back to almost finish the chapter days ago, but then got distracted with some of my older games both on Steam, my PS4 and whatever Fate/Grand Order updates?

*ducks as if in preparation of a possible lynching*

I'm sorry okay! Have a couple short omakes as I run away!

Omake - A woman's needs

Within the light formed a magazine that fell into his awaiting hands. Confused, he took a look at the front cover only to see the title of 'Playgirl' and the illustrated image of Chrom bare chested that was made by Frederick front and center.

"Ah," Said Naga sheepishly. "my apologizes. That was mine. I'll send your gift later."

Omake - Too many Red Bulls are bad for you

Robin stared as the moment Dimitri touched the glass sword, Dimitri's facial features became more feminine, his hair grown longer, his height lessened and two rather sizeable lumps that could rival Edelgards appeared on his chest. Everyone stared at the beauty he gradually turned into while the one in question didn't even notice.

"What is going- my voice!?" Dimitri said in a higher tone. "What happpened to my voice?!"

The sound of crickets echoed throughout the night before Robin pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Fujimaru?" Robin politely asked. "Did Armedlord 2.0 go off and drink four Red Bulls at once again? Ah-huh. Smack him in the back of his head for me will you?"

Not a moment later did Dimitri turn back into his masculine form and Robin ended the call.

"Everyone," Robin said as he put away his cell phone. "Let's never talk of this ever again alright?"

Silence reigned as if in agreement before Claude broke the ice.

"Soooo...how's it like being a woman for once Dimitri? I figured that-"

By the time morning came, Claude had all his teeth grown back in from the healers as they headed back towards Garreg Mach Monastery.