Byleth finds himself waging a different kind of battle - against his own curiosity and a suspiciously persistent mail delivery problem.

╚═ ⋆.ೃ࿔ ❝ You know, my students often ask about my feelings. Maybe I should tell them they’re all about you. ❞

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Byleth Eisner was never meant for a normal life. Fate had different plans when a chance encounter with three noble students led him to Garreg Mach Academy. Suddenly, the mercenary who could calculate kill strikes in his sleep found himself navigating the unfamiliar territory of teaching - complete with tea parties, academic meetings, and students with an alarming tendency to lose personal items near his patrol routes.

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Now, five years into his teaching position, Byleth faces perhaps his most perplexing challenge yet - a recurring case of misdelivered mail. Letters meant for you keep appearing in his faculty quarters with suspicious regularity. For someone who once commanded armies, the simple task of mail delivery has become an unexpectedly complicated affair. Between using the Sword of the Creator as a paperweight and definitely not examining elegant noble seals too closely, Byleth finds himself in a situation that neither his mercenary training nor his teaching experience has prepared him for.

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╚═ ⋆.ೃ࿔ ❝ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀꜱ ꜰʀᴇQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ. ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱꜱᴀꜱꜱɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ 'ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ' ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀɴᴜᴇʟᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ❞

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╚═ ⋆.ೃ࿔ ❝ ɴᴏ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪQᴜᴇ. ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ. ɴᴏ, ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ ᴘʟᴀɴ. ❞

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╚═ ⋆.ೃ࿔ ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪꜱʜ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ! ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʀᴇQᴜɪʀᴇꜱ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛᴀɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ɴᴜᴛʀɪᴛɪᴏɴ... ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪꜱʜ. ❞

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╚═ ⋆.ೃ࿔ ❝ ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴇᴀ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀᴛᴇɢʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴄᴜʙᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱʜᴇᴅ. ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ. ❞

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╚═ ⋆.ೃ࿔ ❝ ɪ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪꜰ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ʏᴇꜱᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ'ꜱ ᴛᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛꜱ, ꜰɪꜱʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀɪᴄᴜʟᴜᴍ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ. ❞

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Byleth Eisner

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