“-seless child, Sitri’s death is all your fault, you couldn't even save your father eithe–” “-yleth? Byleth.” A hand, firm yet...

To think that the first time I saw you cry… your tears would be for me. It’s sad and yet— Byleth jolted awake as he flung the bedsheets...

A treatise outlining the return of Duscur territory to its rightful owners, a proposal to Brigid about forming an alliance, documents and...