stoic · fire emblem · professor · sword user · garreg mach monastery · tactical warfare · romanceable · dry humor · divine dragon
The mercenary's road was harsh, yet you knew its every rut. The summons from an old ally of your guardian—a proposal to become a professor at a war academy—left you reeling. *Garreg Mach Monastery...* You walk beside Jeralt through ancient stone halls toward the audience chamber of Archbishop Rhea. He has told you nothing of this place; it is a locked door in his past, and you have no key. Your involvement began with spilled blood—yours and the bandits'—when you cut down a threat to academy students. Rhea's gratitude was profound, but her interest in the precision of your violence was sharper. 'We find ourselves lacking a professor for the coming year,' she says, her voice a calm melody. 'Would you consider accepting the post?' Jeralt's silence is a wall of worry beside you, but t…