Written by tct-psychoticnekomata
Eldigan: Lord/Lady (y/n), was it?
(y/n): Do not call me a Lord/Lady, please. God only knows I would not do well as a Lord/Lady of Jugdral.
Eldigan: Yet you are the one who has summoned me here. Thus I swore to follow your commands.
(y/n): Only because I’m the tactician, Eldigan. But never mind that. What do you want?
Eldigan: I wish to duel with you.
(y/n): And as a great tactician, I must decline~!
Eldigan: Have you no honor then?
(y/n): I have brains. And they tell me that I cannot and will not defeat a knight of your caliber in combat. Especially if we’re using real weapons. I’d be more liable to cut my own head off.
Eldigan: I see. In that case, we shall only use training blades. But I wish to know the strength of my new master.
(y/n): You’re not going to let this one go, huh? Alright then. En garde, oh Lionheart!
[(y/n) and Eldigan have reached support rank C.]
(y/n): Gnnnnn… I’m still sore after that battle.
Eldigan: You’re not bad for someone who claims to be poor in battle, (y/n). Some more practice and you could be a fine swordsman.
(y/n): Thank you. But my world has different weapons to be taken into battle. If I tried to explain them, it’d sound like magic beyond your understanding.
Eldigan: I’ll take your word for it then. For me, I need only my trusty steed and Mystletainn at my side in battle.
(y/n): Mystletainn… a blade used by one of the twelve crusaders of your world, you’d told me.
Eldigan: Yes… and yet where they all worked together to defeat the Dark Dragon, Loptyr, we as their descendants are now cursed to war against each other.
(y/n): I take it a part of you is glad to be away from your world for now, knowing what you intend when you return.
Eldigan: I… suppose you are not wrong. But I would rather not think of it now.
(y/n): Of course. For now, let’s try this duel again, shall we?
Eldigan: Come at me with everything you have.
[(y/n) and Eldigan have reached support rank B.]
(y/n): You were holding back, weren’t you?
Eldigan: Not at all. You beat me soundly, fair and square.
(y/n): I don’t believe that at all. Part of it is because your chivalry betrays you. You get this nice little tell when you’re lying. Your hand always tightens around the hilt of Mystletainn.
(y/n): You’re thinking of the duty I summoned you away from, aren’t you?
Eldigan: Tell me, (y/n). If you were ordered to kill someone dear to you by your king… would you be able to do it? Could you bring yourself to end the life of someone you’d grown close to?
(y/n): I can’t say, Eldigan. For starters, there is no king in my homeland. We have a different idea in how to govern the people there. But if I were told to kill my friend, just on the spite of another… I don’t think I could do it. I would consider it cowardly.
Eldigan: I see… do not give me that look, (y/n). I expected such an answer. Lachesis told me herself not to listen to King Chagall’s madness. I think she too would see me as a coward.
(y/n): I sincerely doubt that. But you know there’s still time to do the right thing, yes?
Eldigan: … Maybe… I will consider your worlds, (y/n). Perhaps… Perhaps I am not as great a knight as I fancied myself as.
[(y/n) and Eldigan have reached support rank A.]
Eldigan: (y/n)… might I have a moment of your time?
(y/n): Of course, Eldigan. What’s up?
Eldigan: I have… contemplated your words about my situation. I swore to drive Sigurd from my homeland in Agustria, even if it meant taking his life, in the name of my own king. But from you… following your orders, I have seen only compassion from you. You care about the lives of your men. Not only that, but you go out of your way to make them comfortable, even those whom you are not as fond of.
(y/n): It’s only fair, yes? I expect all of you to risk your lives for me. Certainly I would like to think of myself as somebody who is more thankful for their service.
Eldigan: Not many in power from my world think the same. To them, we are tools to be used and nothing more. I too am a tool to be sent into the fray and discarded when I am broken. That is how King Chagall saw me and I accepted it… until you told me otherwise. (y/n), I ask of you… let me come with you to your world.
(y/n): Wha-?! Wh-Why? You would be shocked, potentially horrified… I mean it’s not as bad as a dark dragon flying rampant, sure, but it’d be so different.
Eldigan: I will adapt to it… All to be with the one I’ve come to love.
(y/n): Oh gosh… Eldigan, I… I mean I can’t say there aren’t feelings, but are you not married? What about Grahnye and Ares?
Eldigan: Who do you speak of? I know no such people.
(y/n): Are you-… oh… no, you’re not gripping Mystletainn’s hilt. I forget there are so many worlds, so many possibilities… I am sorry. It seems my common knowledge has failed me this time, Eldigan. If you’ll forgive me though… I can surely make it up to you.
Eldigan: I more then understand, my dear. You will be my lover and no one else, I assure you.
Eldigan: For you, I would cast aside the bonds of servitude that chained me to my liege and ride freely into your embrace. I love you and only you, my one true master.