The late evening does not ease the heat of an Adrestian summer. Sweat lathers his horse’s neck as Byleth calls their army to a pause. The...

The warm sun overhead shined down as Byleth took a long swig of his water bottle. Summer had enveloped Fodlan for a while now, but...

“-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...

1. The group touring Castle Fhirdiad that day is a receptive bunch, the kind of people Fionn considers ideal, although after thirteen...

Mercenary blade work has always fascinated Dimitri — sharp and fearless — but Byleth’s sword unnerves him. Swift. Precise. With slick...

Byleth goes back to Fódlan after travelling the Outrealms for hundreds of years. A man named Dimitri is the new history professor?!