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7/13/2025, 7:20:35 PM
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>“I’m not here to argue with a talking sword. Make sure you don’t get the boy killed before we meet in the Competition. You’ll find I’m a much worse person to deal with than some old, dusty wizard.”
Elric smirks, pushing himself away from the table he’d been sitting at. “I’ll be looking forward to our duel, Tristain.” The boy gathers his things and walks past you and the others, sparing them not even a glance. The eyes of the other contenders settle on him briefly. If they thought Elric had just been some fool who’d made it this far by pure luck, their estimation changes a bit after seeing the two of you exchange barbs.
“Is it really alright for us to just let him go?” Cassius mutters at your side.
>“Don’t have much of a choice.” You shrug, glancing towards the Knights of Seiros who by now have somewhat relaxed. You recall Alvin’s words before he’d parted. Causing a scene here in the capital could lead to negative consequences, and you didn’t come all this way just to be disqualified at the eleventh hour. This situation with Elric was annoying, no doubt about it. But you’d have the perfect time and place to deal with it soon enough. You just hoped there was still something of the boy left to retrieve from Mystletainn’s clutches.
“I need a drink.” Cuthbert grumbles, heading off by himself to the Embassy’s bar. As he does so, you instruct the other members of your party to follow suit and make sure the veteran didn’t do anything hasty. In the meantime, you had a Crest Weapon to obtain. Cyril the Dragonslayer was here, and if Klement was to be believed, he had in his possession The Inexhaustible, the Sacred Weapon of the Crest of Indech. Getting that bow in your hands was a surefire way to level the playing field with some of the tougher foes here. You just had to be your best charming self.
You move up to the second level of the embassy, the knights granting you passage once you identify yourself. You spot your target immediately, for he sticks out like a sore thumb in this room. Cyril the Dragonslayer, one of Archbishop Byleth’s closest companions. Though he was of Almyran heritage, he’d been loyally serving the Church ever since the time of Byleth’s predecessor, the Archbishop Rhea. By all accounts, he’d been a child when he first took up his bow in service of the Church, having defended it against its enemies during the Unification War. His legend grew into prominence though during the war’s final battle, when a horde of strange Demonic Beasts invaded Garreg Mach Monastery.
Supposedly, Cyril had struck the final blow on the lead Demonic Beast, putting an end to the creature and its horde of monsters. Since then, he’s served as a Commander of the Knights of Seiros. Supposedly, it was his rise in prominence that allowed a smoothing of relations between Fodlan and Almyra.
>“I’m not here to argue with a talking sword. Make sure you don’t get the boy killed before we meet in the Competition. You’ll find I’m a much worse person to deal with than some old, dusty wizard.”
Elric smirks, pushing himself away from the table he’d been sitting at. “I’ll be looking forward to our duel, Tristain.” The boy gathers his things and walks past you and the others, sparing them not even a glance. The eyes of the other contenders settle on him briefly. If they thought Elric had just been some fool who’d made it this far by pure luck, their estimation changes a bit after seeing the two of you exchange barbs.
“Is it really alright for us to just let him go?” Cassius mutters at your side.
>“Don’t have much of a choice.” You shrug, glancing towards the Knights of Seiros who by now have somewhat relaxed. You recall Alvin’s words before he’d parted. Causing a scene here in the capital could lead to negative consequences, and you didn’t come all this way just to be disqualified at the eleventh hour. This situation with Elric was annoying, no doubt about it. But you’d have the perfect time and place to deal with it soon enough. You just hoped there was still something of the boy left to retrieve from Mystletainn’s clutches.
“I need a drink.” Cuthbert grumbles, heading off by himself to the Embassy’s bar. As he does so, you instruct the other members of your party to follow suit and make sure the veteran didn’t do anything hasty. In the meantime, you had a Crest Weapon to obtain. Cyril the Dragonslayer was here, and if Klement was to be believed, he had in his possession The Inexhaustible, the Sacred Weapon of the Crest of Indech. Getting that bow in your hands was a surefire way to level the playing field with some of the tougher foes here. You just had to be your best charming self.
You move up to the second level of the embassy, the knights granting you passage once you identify yourself. You spot your target immediately, for he sticks out like a sore thumb in this room. Cyril the Dragonslayer, one of Archbishop Byleth’s closest companions. Though he was of Almyran heritage, he’d been loyally serving the Church ever since the time of Byleth’s predecessor, the Archbishop Rhea. By all accounts, he’d been a child when he first took up his bow in service of the Church, having defended it against its enemies during the Unification War. His legend grew into prominence though during the war’s final battle, when a horde of strange Demonic Beasts invaded Garreg Mach Monastery.
Supposedly, Cyril had struck the final blow on the lead Demonic Beast, putting an end to the creature and its horde of monsters. Since then, he’s served as a Commander of the Knights of Seiros. Supposedly, it was his rise in prominence that allowed a smoothing of relations between Fodlan and Almyra.
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