Dimitri, the late prince of Faerghus. He despised
the Empire with all his heart.
He should not have tried leading an army while his
emotions were holding him captive.
True enough, but I suspect the reason he died is that
he could not keep his emotions in check.
I see. You are saying you met with Dimitri?
But you could not tell if it was reality or a dream.
Hm. I wonder what that could mean.
I'm rather curious to see what stratagem we'll devise
to capture the fortress.
You know Fort Merceus's nickname, I assume.
The Stubborn Old General?
But there must be one or two gaps in its defenses...
Fort Merceus is next, huh? Ah, the memories.
It's a huge stronghold in my father's domain. The
town's completely surrounded by high walls.
I used to run around there when I was a kid...
Way back when a fortress was just a playground for
me. Yeah, those were the days.
It's always so peaceful coming back here. But it's
hard to relax knowing we have to go out on another
expedition again so soon.
And assaulting that huge keep? That sounds hard.
Oh, really hard! Don't you think it'll be hard?!
I knew you'd think so! I knew you— Ow! Oh, ow.
Can't believe I tried to hug you through the door...
Of course you'd say that! Why'd I even ask?!
I heard that a staggering number of people lost their
lives in the battle at Gronder.
And here we are, preparing for the next battle, as if
nothing happened the day before.
It's almost easier to think about war as theater,
with the stage an entire continent.
Something like that. If an accident happens on stage,
the next day's performance must be unaffected.
Even if an accident happens on stage, the next day
you have to sing as though nothing happened.
Everyone just pretends like everything is fine...
focusing on their role in the play.
I have excitement in my heart for secret tactics!
I enjoy attacks that are surprising.
Yes. Hunting is doing surprise attacks on prey.
Surprise attacks are safe with friends. Fewer injuries.
It hasn't sunk in yet.
They slaughtered the boar... I can hardly believe it.
I thought he was alive all this time.
He must have really hated Edelgard to lead such an
Hmph. No point in feeling sorry for the poor
I've heard Dedue's passed on. Just like His Highness.
That's true. I did hear that his body was never found.
You're right. I don't think anyone's found his body,
so I guess he might still be out there.
That's what I've heard. But no one's found his body.
If, somehow, he's still alive...I hope we'll meet again.
Ya know, Professor, laying siege to a keep is like
asking a girl out on a date.
First, you get past her defenses...then you make
Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm a
seasoned veteran at this kind of thing.
Girls, I mean. I've never actually, you know,
captured any keeps...
Ha! I knew you'd get it, Professor.
Anyway, you know more about tactics than me, so I
don't know why I'm offering you advice.
Oh, Goddess, hear my prayer. Please bless the
deceased with peace everlasting...
And may his soul rest in tranquility.
You know, I used to see him praying quite often
when I would come to the cathedral at night.
I wonder who it was he prayed for back then...
Professor. They tell me my father died at Gronder.
Was that... Was that really a fitting end for one such
I don't know. I just...don't know.
I only know what little I overheard.
But what I did hear implied that the Empire was
involved in the Tragedy of Duscur.
If it's true, that may explain why His Highness chose
to fight the Empire.
Perhaps I should have fought alongside
Because...I, too, lost someone to that tragedy—
the most important person in my world.
No. Not anymore. I am where I belong.
Those of us still on this plane of existence will carry
the torch. The inhumane actions of the Empire must
not be repeated.
Fort Merceus is old and strong. Its reputation for
durability is equal to that of Arianrhod.
Are you certain your plan is sufficient? It seems to be
a little simplistic.
That's not terrifically reassuring! Shouldn't you have
more faith in your own plans?!
I suppose I must take you at your word, mustn't I?
Incidentally have you heard any news of Claude?
I, for one, have a hard time believing he is dead.
He was always a clever and tenacious sort.
You know when you work your muscles and they
start screaming? That means you gotta be nice
If your muscles are hungry, you gotta feed them, and
let them rest when they're tired.
Whaddya mean, "how"? You just gotta eat and sleep!
It's pretty obvious...
Of course! If my muscles hurt, then I hurt. If they're
hungry, well then I'm hungry too!
What's with the confused face, Professor? You look
like you don't get a word I'm saying!
It sounds like the battle at Gronder Field was
We don't know for certain whether Claude's alive
or dead. Maybe he's all right?
I wish I could make sure somehow. But it doesn't
seem possible now.
If Claude somehow survived, I imagine he's
All three forces have suffered heavy losses. We're
incredibly lucky to have not been involved.
This is a perfect and unique opportunity to
go on the offense. Now is the time to prove
I never used to care whether I lived or died...
But when I think of all those who died at Gronder, I
realize how precious life truly is.
I'm ashamed of how arrogant I was to think that
death could mean so little...
I like this idea of yours—dressing as Imperial soldiers
so they'll let us in. But don't you wish there was one
more twist in the plan?
Come on, Professor, think! How could we add
another wrinkle, hm?
Dress me as Edelgard?! But we look nothing alike!
Seteth, dressed as a woman? I don't understand what
the point of that would be.
On second thought, let's just stick to the plan as
originally conceived. That seems safer.
Under your leadership, we can win any battle, no
matter the odds.
That's what everyone's saying anyway. Hope you
can keep up with our expectations, Professor.
The battle at Gronder Field certainly took an
unexpected turn, did it not?
Let us press on, so as not to waste the opportunity.
Fort Merceus is a keep that was constructed to
defend the Imperial Capital, Enbarr.
We cannot enter the capital without first capturing
that fort. But once we have it, the city should be
almost entirely at our mercy.
I will make the necessary preparations. Be ready.
Standing face to face with those whom I went to
school with. On the field of battle...
How inhuman war is—how horrifying. My heart
It is my hope that this war marks the end of such
Fort Merceus is the Empire's single most fortified
military installation. Utterly impregnable, they say.
I wonder, do you happen to know the nickname
given to Fort Merceus?
No, I'm afraid that name refers to the Fortress City
That one is a fortress that stands at Fódlan's Throat.
Indeed! A very good answer, but of course you'd
Seems Fódlans give everyone and everything a
nickname. Why, you were called the Ashen Demon!
Myself, I have been called the Father of Crestology,
which is a nickname as well as a title, I suppose...
Each step closer to Enbarr, I'm reminded of another
part of my past.
Riches and poverty, glory and failure, that city has
it all. And if I'm honest...sometimes I miss it.
That's how the past works though, isn't it? It's always
a different story than what you really lived.
You're quite a tactician! Disguising ourselves as
enemy soldiers to sneak in, undetected. A stroke
In a frontal attack, our losses would be tremendous.
With this strategy, we can really snatch victory from
the jaws of...deceit!
Yes... With you leading our fighters, I've no doubt
the Empire will suffer an embarrassing deceit. Get it?
Ah, rats! You've seen through my cunning punning!
I hardly recognize everyone... Their faces have
changed so much. More experience in the eyes,
and more pain.
I'm glad that they're stronger, but I hate to think
they've all become hardened killers.
Look after them, OK? Try to keep 'em on the
Did you give the ridiculous order to prepare
Imperial armor for every one of our troops?
I've reached out through all of my channels, but
there are limits to these things.
I'll have to recruit an entire town's worth of people if
I ever plan on making enough.
Guess what I noticed. I can see further than most
other people can see.
But I can't figure the point of seeing further than an
arrow can fly, since I can't shoot what I see.
I suppose I could see a whole horde of enemies
coming and run away. That's kinda useful, at least.
Yeah, I suppose it could be real useful for finding
Lady Rhea too.
Thanks, Professor. I think I get it now. I'm gonna
put my eyes to real good use.
Greetings, Professor! Nothing to report!
Is it true that we'll be assaulting Fort Merceus next?
That doesn't sound like the brightest idea...
I've heard that it's built to withstand an attack from
even the largest of armies!
Not to tell you how to do your job, but don't do it!
I'm not ready to say my final good-byes to everyone...
Doesn't matter how sturdy the keep, if the
commander defending it is incompetent,
it can fall as easy as anything.
That's what they say, at least. I wonder if that applies
to Fort Merceus...
All I know is if I was the emperor, I'd never in a
million years assign an incompetent commander
to a fort as important as that one!
I've come to deliver vegetables we harvested in the
village to the monastery's dining hall.
Because of the season, I couldn't really pick that
much...but I wanted to help the church out, even
just a little bit.
We're busily planting seeds, so when things start
to grow, I'll be back.
I've heard that Gilbert, who used to serve in the
Knights of Seiros, fell at Gronder.
Apparently he was originally a knight of the
Kingdom. And now he's shared Prince Dimitri's fate.
Gilbert was an exceptional knight. It's an
According to information we've received from the
Eastern Church, the Alliance territories seem to be
experiencing intense upheaval.
Their leader's well-being is still unclear, and the
lords are all questioning each other's intentions.
It seems like a difficult time to ask the Alliance
The fish in this pond get fed every day, so they're
swimming all lazy and serene...
But the only reason they're kept here is so that they
can one day be used for food.
But the fish don't know that, so they just swim
It's a bit of a miserable thought, but aren't soldiers
much the same?
I've come here after getting chased out of the
Empire. There's no place for our kind there
But there are still many inside Empire territory
who haven't abandoned their faith in the
Church of Seiros.
I pray that one day, we'll get the chance to rebuild
the church within the Empire...
After that great battle earlier, the balance of power
in Fódlan has shifted greatly...
But we only stood a chance because we drove the
Empire from the Great Bridge of Myrddin.
To get revenge for all our fallen friends, we'll have to
stake our lives on the fight that lies before us.
Edelgard, Dimitri, Claude...
All the house leaders from way back when
assembled again at Gronder.
I wonder what their thoughts were as they headed
out to the battlefield...
If the Empire rallies its forces and attacks Garreg
Mach, I'm not so sure Abyss will be OK...
If we're not careful, it'll end up buried in rubble.
Like I said, only if we're not careful. If it comes down
to it, I'll protect this place till my dying breath.
Heh heh... Ever the valiant one. But nobody ever
knows how a war will turn out. That's part of the
deal, you know?
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I want to ensure
there is still a refuge for people to escape to.
You know, House Albrecht also took part in the
Battle of Gronder. That's where my little bro is
He's very different from me. A smart one, but just
about worthless in a fight.
I really hope he's OK...
It's not that I don't sympathize with Lady Edelgard's
goals, mind you.
But perhaps not to the point of shedding blood for
I must keep her example in mind as I chart
a new path.
Of course. But I've gone down a different road.
Peace in Fódlan and a restored House Nuvelle
shall be my guiding star as I blaze my own trail!
People have always fought, I guess. Bandits and
nobles clashing over territory. Things like that.
So before the war, when folks talked about how
peaceful everything was, I thought, "What continent
are you living on?"
I get it now. A few isolated skirmishes here and there
are nothing compared to a full-blown war.
The one truly peaceful place I've known was the
village where I grew up.
A class reunion on the battlefield? That's...bleak.
That must have been so hard on everyone.
You gotta keep looking after them all. I mean,
they still look to you for guidance, you know?
Abyss? You're interested in that place, are you?
Ancient sprawling remains deep below
Garreg Mach... That's Abyss.
Some folks have made their home there. Obviously
they all have their reasons and tales to tell.
But only the most enterprising merchant
would venture near it. My advice? Avoid
going there yourself.
Hey, you. Listen up. I've got something to report.
Lots of things happen down here. Lots of reports
need to be reported. And for all reportable things,
I'm your guy.
Got a wager for ya. My friend says there's twice as
many women in Abyss as men. You think he's right?
Good eye. You win. Here, have a little something.
No way. You got eyes? Take a look around.
I used to be a rather important person in the church,
but...I am in exile for committing a crime.
I embezzled some money. But it wasn't out of greed!
My hometown was pillaged, you see, and the church
wasn't putting in enough to rebuild...
What a pain. What an absolute pain...
Concerned, are you? That's nice. A little too nice.
Here's a word of warning—if anyone here asks you
for a favor, it's probably just a scam.
I hurt my leg in the last battle. Had to take shelter
down here—nowhere else to go.
Be careful up there. All sides are bringing their
strongest people to this fight.
Count Bergliez in the Empire, Lord Holst in the
Alliance... I'm sure the Kingdom's got someone too.
Thank you so much. This is just the type of flower
she once loved so dearly.
I can rest easy now.
I must be off. Take especially good care of yourself,
Please, look after Jeralt. She'd have wanted that.