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Lenora only met the Prince once before: Briefly, when Robin had invited her to stay at the camp with the Shepherds. She was, however, pleased to hear that he trusted his tactician’s judgment enough to allow her to stay under her recommendation. She had been surprised Robin wanted her to stay herself after her response to her display of...’power’ (?).

Regardless, she was pleased. She was given her own tent close to Robin’s and if anyone asked, she was a guest of the tactician. Her only ‘rules’ from Robin were not to wander off alone and not turn anyone into a dove. Easy! 

The only discouraging part was that most of the time, her singular friend was busy and wished to be left alone to focus on whatever it was tacticians did. The Goddess respected that but it often left her with idle time to herself; so she went around, politely introducing herself to the other Shepherds as a ‘wandering matchmaker’ offering her services for anyone who needed them. No need for anyone else to know she was immortal, though! Just Robin and the Prince were enough.

Speaking of which -- she had yet to truly make friends with the Prince who had allowed her to stay here! It was time to change that.

hALP ME KAMUI!

Apollo had mentioned something about expecting a guest from the local security company. Unless any other uninvited guests were called over, Dhurke assumed it to be this guy. It was a tad embarrassing to be caught while lounging upon a couch, what with the mess his impromptu meal of sushi had caused. As of now, Dhurke’s image was less of a rebel leader and more of the messy roommate. Welp. 

“You’re the security guy, huh?”

Nobunaga removed the impaled sword towards the so-called king. What he wanted was total conquest. All over the whole continent, he shall spread his name and fear towards the neighboring cities. The misinformation strategy worked as it caused his people into disarray.

Chrom asked if that ‘victim’ was still breathing. Nobunaga chuckled if that person was still alive. Unsure, or that person could be dead right now from not in the Demon King’s hands. but his vassals did. Was he going to ‘harm’ the people here? He’ll think about it. unless the final decision was total annihilation, his people and this man will be corpses.

He gives him a choice before all else.

“Hello, sir -” though his voice strained with faux respect., it’s practiced to perfection. Just another person clawing at the rise of the Phantom Thieves, popularity overwhelming with no regards of the fundamental issues. Were they all sheep following their shepherd, the call of mystery and profit too strong that everyone trailed after their dubious justices with wonder in their eyes and breath caught in their throats?

Personal opinion aside, there’s much more investigative work to be done. A deep breath, professional tone, welcoming smile - 

      INIGO found himself wandering into the throne room, reminiscing about the memories he’s had here with Lucina. The two often recklessly ran and played around the throne room as children. He could still recall those many moments where Chrom had caught them and scolded them for doing so. What fun and precious memories. 

      Now that they both had grown up and so much time had passed, this place held a completely different meaning for the two. Lucina would eventually inherit the throne and Inigo would ... what would Inigo be ? Well, it wasn’t like Inigo wanted to become the Exalt in the first place so why did it matter ? He couldn’t see himself bearing a title so heavy but wasn’t he in a way, a backup just in case something happened to Lucina ? No, that wasn’t right. He couldn’t even wield the Falchion so he could hardly consider himself as an understudy. Seriously, what was the point of pondering over this ? He knew he would be far more happy as some sort of performer anyways so --

      “ ! ”        He immediately turned in surprise upon hearing the sound of the door opening behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw it was just his father.

I made a joke and everything was set in a blaze. Robin is still in here job..Can’t we have two tacticians….?

⚔ - Masked Saber

It wasn’t ever day that this Saber was ready to fight. However, it happened to be one of those days. And at the most optimal time as well. Mask on, lance out. She was concealed as she could be right now. However, she also wasn’t at her top performance either. She had encountered another enemy servant.

Two factions were currently opposing one another. The side that summoned heroes called the Emblia, the other Devotion. Emblia believed that the Devotion were too restricted on how the kingdoms should be ran, and believed that allowing the royals of each nation to decide. The Devotion believed that the royal and the kingdoms should remain as they are now. Allowing heir to take the throne and not change tradition.