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From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

@Ariana Grey: They wouldn't be accepted, due to having no canon personality to work with.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Upon hearing her name, Lily looked up. It was Rayne, and it seemed like she was alright. It seemed as if everyone was, in fact. Even though the situation was far from over, the white-haired girl still found herself smiling slightly at the news.

She couldn't respond more directly, though. And the Umbral Knight couldn't emerge at the moment.

After all, Gerrod's enormous form was clearly visible, the hulking knight wordlessly pulling aside rubble and stacking it to the side on the search for any survivors who may have been caught in the damaged buildings. Lily was far from strong enough to do anything like this herself, but what she could do was summon someone who was.

Wait, was there someone there under that fallen beam...?

@DracoLunaris@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y

Fate/Illuminate Histoire

Knight of Rebellion

• Name: Mordred
• Class: Saber
• Appearance: "You've run out of luck, because your opponent is Mordred!"
• Personality: Mordred is a surly, arrogant, and supremely violent individual with a massive amount of personal issues. She's got an extremely short temper and, in spite of her insistence about her knighthood and heirdom to the throne, a tendency to kick, punch, and even bite if she feels she must in a fight. In battle and indeed in all matters, she is also insistent Mordred loves battle, the more violent and intense the better, and shows absolutely no mercy to her opponents. Indeed, she is seemingly utterly without mercy. It may be surprising to some, then, that Mordred absolutely refuses to involve innocent civilians, will take no actions that could harm them, and will even do her best to defend them. In spite of how violent, rude, and arrogant she is, indeed it can be said that there are some traits of the blonde girl that can be considered knightly. Speaking of which, while Mordred has no issue with others knowing she is female, she utterly loathes being treated as girl. No matter who it is, no matter what the situation, she will immediately threaten anyone who calls her a girl with violence with absolutely no hesitation. At the same time, calling her a boy is likely to earn the same reaction. On the subject of her 'father', it can be said that Mordred outwardly hates her, but deeper down her feelings are far more confused. Mordred at once admires and loves King Arthur, but also despises and resents her in the same breath. She will not take praise of 'Father' well, but she will also become angry if 'Father' is insulted. She will take any chance she gets to wear something other then her armor, though she is also not a fan of anything overtly girly. She prefers shorts, tank tops, tube tops, jackets, and basically anything comfortable and easy to wear. She also greatly enjoys eating. She is also a rather immature, childish individual, prone to distractions and complaining.
• Stats:
  
  • Strength: B+
  • Endurance: A
  • Agility: B
  • Mana: B
  • Luck: D
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Magic Resistance: B
  • Riding: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Instinct: B. A finely-tuned battle sense bordering on precognition. It becomes possible to understand the best course of action in battle in an instant. At a rank of B, even a surprise attack using high-power firearms is likely to be evaded.
  • Mana Burst: A. The capacity to infuse one's weaponry and body with magical energy. For Mordred, this takes the form of what appears to be red lightning, and can be utilized to enhance her speed, defend herself, and deliver devastating blows even if she is entirely unarmed.
  • Battle Continuation: B. Even mortal injury can be survived for some time, allowing Mordred to continue fighting. Rather then a capacity to survive, it is best defined as a stubborn refusal to acknowledge death no matter how obvious it may be.
  • Charisma: C-. A high degree of personal appeal, permitting the ability to command others and bring out their best capabilites. While Mordred lacks in experience at commanding a country, her attitude and instincts offer her some capacity to persuade and command others.
• Noble Phantasm(s):
  
  • Name: Clarent: Radiant and Brilliant Royal Sword
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit
  • Appearance: The beautiful sword that slew King Arthur
  • Effects: A sword that marks the nature of a king, wielded by one who was never a king. As such, its inherent enhancement capabilities are lost when it is wielded by Mordred. In spite of this, Mordred continues to wield it due to its nature as a symbol of kingship and its status as a fine blade merely for its physical abilities. However, it possesses considerable capability as a conduit for the channeling of magical energy, marking it as a powerfully destructive weapon with the capacity to annihilate entire armies when used for such a purpose.
  
  
  • Name: Clarent Blood Arthur: Rebellion Against My Beautiful Father
  • Rank: A+
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Appearance: N/A
  • Effects: The most powerful attack that can be unleashed through Clarent. Channeling magical energy and her own hatred and confused feelings towards King Arthur, Mordred unleashes a blast of magical energy capable of utterly annihilating hundreds of soldiers in a single destructive wave. A hideous attack driven by the same feelings that lead to Mordred's rebellion, it gives Clarent the image of an evil sword with a demonic nature before it tears through its targets. A devastating attack, it nevertheless is far too destructive to be utilized in populated areas.
  
  
  • Name: Secret of Pedigree: Helmet of Hidden Infidelity
  • Rank: C
  • Type: Anti-Unit(Self)
  • Appearance: Mordred's Helmet
  • Effects: A helmet worn by Mordred to conceal her identity. It was not by her choice, but rather by the order of her mother, Morgan le Fay. Possessed of an obfuscating nature, it conceals her parameters and true name regardless of any action she performs. As long as she wears the helmet, even if she were to say her own name it would be impossible to connect it to Mordred herself. Even her Master's understanding of the Servant they have summoned is limited by this Noble Phantasm. However, it must be removed in order to use Clarent Blood Arthur, and Mordred herself personally boasts great dislike for the helmet.
• Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
• Changes: N/A

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"E-er..."

Fanilly found herself leaning back, her cheeks coloring somewhat as the maid leaned closer. Of course, her family's maids and the maids assigned to her were a familiar sight, but this unfamiliar girl dressed as a maid felt different somehow. In a manner that left Fanilly uncertain what to say.

She hesitated a moment, her cheeks growing redder, and quickly tried to make some distance between herself and the taller girl before considering what she'd say next.

"I, er, see...?"

Of course, the moment she said as much, Fanilly realized it didn't really make any sense at all. Especially given that the maid had been brought here in the first place, and introduced as requiring further experience. There had to be something else going on with her, wasn't there?

The witch-Knight had mentioned it was a request from her little sister, or something? Did she have any siblings...? The history books hadn't said anything about them, if she did, but it wasn't as if the written record necessarily recorded everything. Especially given that Merilia's personal history was shrouded in mystery.

She took a deep breath.

"I understand it may not seem like it, but you must be here for a reason. I don't think..." Fanilly trailed off for a moment. She still couldn't be certain exactly what was happening here, aside from it not being a dream. She'd learned of particularly powerful Fae being able to establish their own, closed-off spaces in which the logic of the world could be bent. Faerie Realms were rare, but they were a known phenomena. Was this something akin to that?

The Knight-Captain didn't know enough to say.

"I don't think you'd be caught up in this by accident, and the Knight-Witch mentioned something about more experience."

When Sir Cyrus spoke, she tensed for a moment. It was still hard to accept being in the presence of a living legend such as him, even if he'd proven himself to be every bit as friendly as the tales said.

"I-I understand," she replied, taken aback by the casual mention of Saint Elionne. Was she really here?

Fanilly wasn't certain she'd be able to handle meeting her if she was.

"For now, Sir Gerard is right," she added, trying to push that thought from her mind as she raised her voice, "It's for the best that we get something to eat. Whatever this test might be, we probably shouldn't undertake it with empty stomachs."

@Octo@The Otter@Raineh Daze@HereComesTheSnow

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

The barrier had been smokescreen this time. Her Astral Lance, at the very least, had been considered a real potential threat by the opponent. The mage wasn't certain if it would have truly pierced completely and hit her enemy, but at the same time it was clear that her enemy believed it was a possibility.

Blood dripped down her arm, from her broken shoulder. She winced again.

"Astra-ah..."

An order to retreat...

Slowly, the small mage lowered her staff. What remained of Six Petal Lily faded, as well.

"..."

Wordlessly, she drifted away, rejoining the other magi just as swiftly as she had initially appeared.

@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

It was hard to wrap her mind around what she was seeing. When she thought it to be a dream, it was one thing, but the person standing behind her was undeniably Sir Cyrus.

Perhaps not the original Sir Cyrus, but how was some sort of magical recording or some other manner of strange occult construction. Perhaps something only a Witch could manage to create.

She took a deep breath, trying to clear her thoughts.

They had an objective here. As surreal as it was, there was a goal that they had to fulfill. Thus, they had to pursue it as soon as possible. If they were supposed to prove their skills, then---

Could she really stack up to the expectations of one of the Order's founding knights?

Could she truly manage such a thing?

Could she-

Fanilly's train of thought was swiftly interrupted when she was approached by one of the maid twins, who proceeded to call her a squire and ask for food.

The Knight-Captain stared in blank incomprehension for a moment. Certainly, she was not always confident in herself, but being mistaken for a squire and addressed as such took her by total surprise.

"I..." she trailed off for a moment as she attempted to collect her thoughts, trying to compose herself.

She cleared her throat.

"... I may not stand at the same level as my predecessors," she said, finally, managing to gather herself enough to speak with a firm tone, "But I am not a squire. I am Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses, and while I won't judge you for your mistake I will ask that you do not make it again."

@Raineh Daze@Octo

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

For a scant few moments, she thought she had stumbled into the same dream once again.

The cloudless sky. The sunlight without warmth. The empty plateau stretching before her vision. Fanilly recognized all of it immediately.

The sight of that dream. The one where she'd faced seemingly endless opponents. Where she'd fought the Gentle Blade.

But in moments it became clear this was no dream, after all. Because the young Knight-Captain wasn't alone.

There were others. A number of her knights who seemed just as perplexed as she was to be there once again. But before she could even speak, she was suddenly met with the sight of the one who had to be responsible for all of this.

The Knight-Witch. It was hard to comprehend what was happening, but it wasn't difficult to put together how this was connected to the prior 'dream'. Someone had asked her to do this? Who? So many questions arose in that very moment, and Fanilly found herself unable to voice even one of them.

The 'dream' had been a test? And this was meant to build further experience? Was that how it was? But where was this? Where were they? How was this even possible?

It didn't fit with any kind of magic she was aware of at all.

Even more confusing was when two identical maids were suddenly deposited ahead of them.

They had little choice but to play by this scenario's rules, regardless, so once Fanilly found herself able to speak properly again she managed to pull herself together as quickly as she could.

"I... Iron Rose Knights, we'll..." she trailed off, attempting to compose her thoughts. What did she even say in this situation?

"We... we need to get moving."

That was all she could think of, as she tried to direct her knights down the path. This massive city... where could it possibly be? Was it a fictional location, or modeled on some real place? She'd never seen one that was so enormous before. The massive white fortress almost had a certain familiarity to it, as if she'd once seen an illustration of the same building, perhaps, but she simply couldn't quite place it.

The fact that the path lead them to what was unmistakably Candaeln, even though it was different. The windows weren't the same, and the fact it was in a wall was strange, but there was no mistaking the home of the Iron Rose Knights.

But she stopped dead when she saw the person who was inside.

She'd seen Lilette in battle before, but not only was the elven knight still alive but she'd thought that she was dreaming at the time.

Now, she was faced with someone who had seemingly stepped out of a painting.

"Sir... Sir Cyrus?!"

@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@Conscripts]@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6@Octo

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

The Witch faded away.

Lily took a deep breath, watching as the man's body crumpled to the ground. While it was hardly a clean death, it was far from the worst she had ever seen. At least the fact his head was gone meant he had died quickly.

The Umbral Knight reappeared, gazing down at the fallen, decapitated corpse in silence.

"Something's strange..."

Lily's attention had quickly left the body, as she now turned towards the villagers. She didn't have any means to repair any damage herself, but she wanted to do something to help protect them better. It looked like most of the enemy soldiers were in retreat, so after a few moments she nodded to herself.

"You want to stay by the villagers, don't you?" the Umbral Knight asked. Lily nodded.

"Then of course, I'll stay by your side."

@PKMNB0Y

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"Six Petal Lily."

The fact that the spell's name was spoken this time was a marked departure from the mage's prior wordless casting. And, indeed, the barrier that intercepted Sanae's barrage resembled a flower, one of its petals falling away on the initial impact of her danmaku. Using it much like a physical shield to keep a barrier between herself and Sanae's attacks, the horned girl shifted her attention fully to the target below.

Just quickly enough to see the rock that had been sent hurtling her way.

It was trivial to dodge, and if she'd seen it coming sooner it couldn't have been any issue.

But---

There was an ugly crunch when it struck her shoulder, her body jolted as the impact knocked her sideways.

"..."

The first sign of any expression on her face was the fact that she winced, now. A tear could be seen welling in the corner of her left eye.

"... I see... physical strength and a mysterious ability that does not use mana," the mage commented, her voice still remaining almost entirely level, "A high-grade threat. Further analysis in this situation would be foolish."

She took aim with her staff. While her barrier had almost certainly lost at least one more petal since she conjured it, she believed she would have enough time.

Her magic couldn't pierce whatever defenses the horned woman had prior, so she would escalate to the strongest barrier piercing spells she had at her disposal.

The light built at the tip of her staff, and though her hand shook slightly her aim did not leave the horned woman below.

Even if it failed, she'd at least be able to judge the extent of her enemy's defenses, or her agility.

"Astral Lance."

The light that exploded from the tip of her staff was different from her prior attacks. It was thin, condensed, a beam of mana that was compressed in order to allow it as much piercing capability as possible.

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

"Tch, I won't lose to you, you bitch...! Time Crush!"

The wave of fire was met by Elizstrazia's micro-manipulation of the fabric of time, suddenly brought together with its past and future selves. This time, with the unearthly, rolling, warping sound came not a gunshot but a noise rather like a cannon being fired, the explosion tearing into the floor and not merely eradicating the flames.

The Scale Demon's breathing had become heavier, but she was far from finished.

"I can do this all day!" she declared, flexing her clawed hand, her crimson eyes having taken on a certain wildness, "As long as I get to see you fail, I won't stop. I'll keep going until you break down, and all you can do is cry and piss yourself because your fate's come knocking!"

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fanilly & Tyaethe

The heavy sigh that escaped Fanilly’s lips, no matter how involuntary it may have been, could not have gone unnoticed.

While she had a direction now, she was still no closer to finding the shards of Angroron, or even guessing at where they might be. On top of that, it didn’t seem as if it was going to be easy to gain access to the College’s records, let alone secure a meeting with their headmaster. It wasn’t as if she expected it to be, but that didn’t mean the prospect wasn’t a little frustrating at the very least.

Perhaps she was simply feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

The Knight-Captain’s gaze drifted as she passed, and happened to fall upon a blade that she didn’t recognize, resting beside the pallid form of the oldest of the Knights. The inscription on the blade was in Elvish, and she hadn’t seen Dame Tyaethe with two blades before.

It took an awkwardly long time for Tyaethe to react to her presence, the vampire’s eyes flicking open to look in Fanilly's direction before closing again, hands surreptitiously shifting their position to be ready to arrest her swords if they might get disturbed and fall.

"Is there something that requires my assistance, captain? I'm sure that for most purposes your tutor would be of more use."

“Ah, I apologize,” Fanilly replied, upon realizing she had disturbed Dame Tyaethe. She hesitated only a moment before deciding to mention it.

“That sword, I don’t quite recognize it, it definitely hasn’t been on display before, so I was just wondering…”

She trailed off awkwardly.

“Daybreaker? No, you wouldn’t have. It isn’t a sword that ever got put out. I wanted to, back when I brought it home, but I got talked out of it,” Tyaethe replied, a finger tracing the writing down the length of the sword. “It’s such a waste… this whole thing could probably buy you a castle, but all it does is gather dust in my room.”

Daybreaker. One of a handful of weapons forged by the most renowned of elven smiths, the creator of the holy sword Rephairon. No matter what the sword’s true abilities were, the fact it found itself sequestered inside a girl’s bedroom for years on end was absurd. Yet, with its former wielder…

“Daybreaker…”

Finally paused for a moment as she turned the name over in her mind. That wasn’t just any sword. And there was a good reason it wasn’t put out on display.

The elven-forged blade had belonged to the traitor Edwin, who had turned against the Iron Rose Knights and allied with the wicked mage Maglad and his allies. The fact Tyaethe had been there, that she was the one who defeated Edwin…

It was something she hadn’t thought of before.

It took a few moments for Fanilly to clear her throat and speak once again.

“Was… was it difficult? Facing him, at the end, er…”

She trailed off again. Was that even an appropriate question to ask? The moment she spoke, she felt like she regretted it.

“Practically, or emotionally?”

Even knowing Dame Tyaethe’s demeanor, Fanilly hadn’t been prepared for such a swift response. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, but at the very least it didn’t seem as if she’d offended the oldest knight.

“Emotionally, you fought alongside him, so… It’s something I’ve always found it difficult to wrap my mind around, I guess.”

“He wasn’t just someone I fought alongside, he was my friend. Not my best friend, I was closer to Elionne and Cyrus, but we’d all known each other for years…” Tyaethe started, pulling her arm back from the swords. “Somehow always beat me at cards, even though you would think being a vampire would make it impossible to bluff that consistently.

“I didn’t even make an attempt to fight him, for most of the battle. Sure, I could have just done my best and get through, but I tried to avoid that. Focused on clearing the way so the others could deal with the golem, or get to Maglad. We had Parv with us! All we had to do was kill one more evil wizard and talk him down, go home, and work out how to explain it…

“But then the idiot had to go and fight his brother, Parv got killed, and…” the small girl’s grip on the stuffed rabbit tightened. I was so angry, and even if it would have been better for me to go for Maglad than let Cyrus do it, and I wanted to stop him but more than that I wanted to know why.”

Tyaethe’s eyes shut again, the vampire sighing. “But he didn’t realise anything until I ran him through. And then Cyrus was gone too, and we had funerals to arrange, and… I think Elly said I didn’t move for a week? Or was it two…”

She shrugged, remembering that this was originally a question. “Fighting your friends is hard. If something has gone terribly wrong, maybe you’ll have to do it, but… don’t hang around and wait for someone else to do it. Or just leave it to me, I’ve learned my lesson…”

Fanilly drew a sharp intake of breath when Tyaethe finished speaking. She hadn’t thought about what she was saying well enough, it was obvious the paladin wasn’t in the best spot emotionally and she felt she had only made it worse.

“I’m sorry, Dame Tyaethe,” she apologized, bowing her head as she spoke, “I shouldn’t have pried. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like… I guess… I’ve just been curious about the first knights, I suppose, and I went about trying to learn in the worst way I could.”

It was hard not to show herself some derision at that point, and the awkward laugh did little to mask it.

“Hnnn… it's not like anyone else knows them better, Lilette wasn't as close as I was to most of them, and the Witch might be annoyingly perceptive but she knows better than to visit and get dragged into everything again.”

She shifted position, somehow keeping the swords balanced as she shifted to better face Fanilly, despite her hands being wrapped around the rabbit still. At least her eyes were open, now? “Well? Which one do you want to know about?”

“Ah? I…”

Fanilly hesitated again. She still felt guilty, but at the same time this was an opportunity she’d never managed to find it in herself to seek before. Tyaethe knew all the original knights, she was the best possible source to learn more on them.

The blonde girl cleared her throat.

“I… I’d like to know more about Sir Cyrus, I suppose,” she began, “I suppose it’s just that he always seemed larger than life. So I want to know what he was like.”

“He was… big.” Tyaethe stated, giving the most obvious piece of information as it came to mind and waving with one hand. “I think he was a bit bigger than Gravinir, even, if you don’t count the horns. And the way he dressed, fought… Agrahn in a rage might have been stronger, but it was Cyrus who had the presence.
“Forget all the stuff about battles and fighting, he was just a great friend. Remembered when someone’s birthday was and arranged a party without fail–I think he half just wanted the excuse, though; stepped in to calm down arguments… went along with half the stupid ideas Ed or I would have. We once got that statue of Mayon in the courtyard onto the roof as a joke on Reon and he went along with it despite the absurdity.”

The vampire snorted. “He’d stick me on his shoulder whether I wanted it or not, if he had something in mind. Even if I didn’t want to do anything, Cyrus wouldn’t let me leave myself out. Plus it was pretty hard to find someone strong enough to do some of the things he thought might be fun.”

Her cheeks turned pink, breaking eye contact, “He was also really good with children. Used to take any opportunity to help out, or play with them. Honestly, I think he sometimes forgot I was the older one… maybe he just thought I should be less scary and join in. Or both.”

Fanilly listened quietly as Dame Tyaethe spoke. It was actually sort of surreal, in a way. She’d never previously worked up the courage to ask about the founding knights, and now she was hearing about Sir Cyrus not as a historical figure but as a person. Certainly, she knew of some of these details, like Sir Cyrus’s good-heartedness. But hearing about them here simply gave her much more depth even if only for a few moments.

And admittedly, the thought of him putting Dame Tyaethe on his shoulder was kind of amusing.

“It’s kind of strange, honestly,” she said, finally, “I’ve read plenty of history books. I enjoyed it, but when they talked about the founding Knights it was always as a historical figure. Hearing about Sir Cyrus from you sort of grounds him in reality as a person, rather than someone so distant.”

“Yeah, I guess it would…” Tyaethe said, attention drifting back to the wall in front of her, “I think there's some magic or other to share memories, that would be better than telling anecdotes, but it would be much too complicated for me to attempt.”

Delicate mental manipulation? She'd probably just burn someone's head if she tried.

“Is there anything else you're interested in…? I can probably think of a specific story if I tried.”

There was a spell for everything, it felt like. Was there spells for cooking? Spells for doing the dishes? Fanilly felt certain that Alaree at least would love it if she didn’t have to lift a finger to wash anything by herself. But that was probably an outcome to be avoided.

The Knight-Captain considered Dame Tyaethe’s words for a moment.

“To be honest, er, I always had a hard time finding anything about Sir Cyrus and Sir Florian’s encounter with the White Rabbit Knights. It’s something multiple history books mention but they never go into detail about it. What happened?”

The response was a groan. “That entire thing was ridiculous, I was hoping that it would never have found its way into the books. Neither of them were particularly aware of Hundi customs, and their Ithillane wasn’t great…

“You would think that if they were travelling up in Stalva, I would have been asked to come along, but they didn’t bother. It didn’t matter that the twins were doing their best to explain, and the pair of them completely missed why these two were checking who they were interested in. The sister ended up challenging Cyrus, the brother challenged Florian… and then those two somehow thought it was a much more dangerous challenge than it was, and fought as a team.”

Tyaethe put her head in her hands, “They thought that was the end of it, but the White Rabbit Knights managed to find a good healer, and spent months following them around trying to get the duels that they had agreed to, as well as some measure of compensation for breaking the rules so flagrantly in the first place. Neither of them wanted to kill a pair of teenagers who were mostly just being annoying… so they kept running away until they lead them all the way back here.”

The vampire’s face turned pink again. “I hadn’t been pleased about being left behind, or that they’d made such a mess of finding someone fluent in both languages, like it would have been hard... well, if they hadn’t basically put themselves on the run. So, I left out the part about what the duels were for and just told them the conditions.

“Obviously, Florian and Cyrus won, but they put up a good enough fight that we asked them to join. It’s not like they were going to leave, anyway, since they were trying to get a marriage agreed… in the end, Raya decided that since Florian had knocked her out in their original fight, it was fine to go after him too, and Randon didn’t disagree.

“They never did get married, but they seemed happy enough with the circumstances they were in. Made for a shockingly open relationship, those three.

“And that is why it doesn’t get much more than a mention. The end result was all Flori’s personal business, and the actual sequence of events was stupidity by bad Ithillane.”

Fanilly remained silent as Dame Tyaethe relayed the story, but the moment she realized what direction it was going in her eyes widened. She’d never encountered a hundi on their coming of age journey before, but she had heard enough to guess at what a duel with one entailed.

As the story reached its climax, the Knight-Captain found her cheeks growing more and more red, the heat creeping up to her ears. It had all been a misunderstanding to begin with, but then for it to end up that way…!

“Y-you mean… S-Sir Florian, both of them, they, with…” Fanilly trailed off, softly placing her hands to her cheeks as she averted her eyes slightly.

“N-no wonder none of the sources I f-found ever go into detail…”

“Yes, both of them. And with basically anyone else that was up for it, Flori wasn’t exactly picky. And he was charming, and handsome, and a massive flirt. Though I think changing Raya’s mind was probably an accident at first, they were almost indistinguishable and he was very drunk…” Tyaethe continued, smirking at the captain’s reactions. Ah, she was so much more confident with fighting than even the slightest hint of intimacy, hm? That was unfortunate, she had so many more stories like this.

And not all of them involved Florian, even! Two hundred years of a famous knightly order let you spectate a lot of things.

“A lot of the stories that aren’t written down are like this. We weren’t always the most sensible lot when out in small numbers.”

It was several moments before Fanilly found it in herself to clear her throat and try and speak again. She knew about Sir Florian’s handsome looks and charms, and it was hard to avoid his reputation as a flirt. But hearing about the knight’s relationship like that was so embarrassing!

I, er, I see, er,” she tried to clear her head, “Then, um, s-something happened when Dame Sescille went to Kaerveil, d-didn’t it?”

Surely that couldn’t be embarrassing, right?

“Ah, that was that city over the sea, right? Thaln needed to do something about the growing piracy problem, so Sescille went over as the Roses’ representative. She… got bored waiting for everyone to finish talking it over, and just went looking for any known pirates. It worked, but it definitely strained relations for a while… I think I remember the souvenirs more.” Tyaethe answered, looking thoughtful before she remembered something else and shot the captain another amused smirk.

“Oh, and Sescille kept telling me how surprisingly good with their fingers nem are. More than made up for the lack of size, she said,” Tyaethe looked at her hand. “I think she was trying to tease me. Or maybe it was her idea of flirting rather than being direct.”

Ah, that wasn’t an embarrassing story at all. Fanilly relaxed a little bit. It was actually fairly interesting, Sescille being overseas—

Immediately the Knight-Captain’s entire face colored.

“Wh-wha-th-that’s…. That’s…!”

She couldn’t have meant it like that, right?!

“Ridiculous, right?” Tyaethe agreed, smirk widening, “She should have known her flirting wouldn’t work. Although, I wouldn’t have said no if she kept flaunting her abs some more… girl had some of the best muscles I’ve ever seen, and those abs? Perfect.”

“I-I… I…”

It was simply too much for Fanilly by this point, her hands having returned to her burning cheeks.

“I-I’ll t-talk to you a-again another time!”

With that, she turned and nearly ran.

She couldn’t handle any more embarrassment.

Tyaethe snorted in amusement. Who knew their captain was so easily wound up? Well, she was still young and inexperienced, it probably wasn’t that surprising. At least she’d be able to work through the stories this way, if it would keep being so fun to let Fanilly know exactly how much all those famous knights had actually been people behind the stories and legendary achievements.

Maybe then someone else would start to see Edwin as a person that made a bad choice, rather than some pantomime villain. At least, she had to hope that’s all it was, and not something that she should have seen coming, a failure even before it got to the point of battle…

It wasn’t like she could ask.