#costofwar

‘ hey, ferdinand ?? ’ 

he’s careful in the way he catches the other’s attention  ,  knowing it must be a  sensitive  topic.  still  ,  he can’t imagine it must be  easy  to deal with  ,  especially not at one’s own  hand  .  but sometimes  ,  things couldn’t be helped  ,  &  all you could do was pick up the pieces  &  move on as best you could.

that didn’t mean it had to be done  alone  .

To say that the Empire’s first official clash with the Lord of Ash’s army had gone poorly was putting it lightly. The Imperial infantry and cavalry had been ripped through by the Ash musketmen cleanly cutting the central line’s fighting force in half before they even reached the enemy infantry, as the three firing squads rotated in and out, each squad given time to reload the firearms that were so alien to the technologically-stymied Fodlan people.

Ferdinand himself, meanwhile, had found himself face-to-face with the Lord of Ash with any possible reinforcements blocked off, and where he might’ve expected to find himself dead to rights after his defeat, he was instead taken prisoner. Perhaps even more surprising was that, upon being brought back to Arianrhod, the citadel that had fallen so easily to the Lord of Ash’s army, he wasn’t tried and executed... but rather tended to by the army’s chirurgeons in a rather comfortable prison cell. Healing magic and medical knowledge as advanced as their technology had the young Aegir heir practically fighting fit once again within hours, despite how badly he’d been injured.

“So, it seems the healers did fine work. Let us speak.” Thus spoke a familiar voice, approaching Ferdinand’s cell, the all-too familiar visage of the Lord of Ash soon entering his field of view on the opposite side of the prison bars. Without his black sword and legions of soldiers surrounding him, he didn’t cut as intimidating a figure, but the helmet and hood masking his face held the mystery quite well... At least, until “he” opted to remove said pieces of headgear, revealing the Lord of Ash’s true identity.

“Wait! What do you mean the dining hall?!” Bernadetta exclaimed.

She agreed to having lunch with Ferdinand for once, but she thought it would be her eating in her room while they conversed through the door. She didn’t think she’d actually have to go into a public setting!

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The stubborn nature was something Kiran became accustomed, because of the pride that many of the Heroes had. Their pride and refusal of help became irritating, the repetition felt tiresome, frankly; the summoner saw no shame in asking for help, none had the luxury trying being on their own. Not with Veronica on the loose.