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Chapter 88 by sexyslave sexyslave

That was enlightening! To the mission? Or does something happen between then and now?

Onto the mission!

Days passed with nothing else of major importance happening, and the day of the mission came. Byleth came into the entrance hall to see Edelgard talking with Jeritza, and assumed she was discussing the mission a bit. "Ah, there you are, Professor," Edelgard stated, noticing Byleth, who noted she wasn't blushing at the sight of him like she had over the past few days.

"Phooey, seems she's over that surprise peek at your muscles!" Sothis pouted. Byleth ignored her as he waited for the rest of the class to arrive.

"I trust you have prepared yourself?" Jeritza asked Byleth, who nodded. He had sparred with a the man a couple of times in the days leading up to the mission, and found him incredibly skilled. He'd barely won both bouts. Jeritza seemed pretty impressed with him.

"Hey, what's Jeritza doing here?" Caspar questioned as he walked in with Linhardt, practically dragging him along. When Byleth explained, Caspar seemed almost offended. "What, you don't think we can handle ourselves?"

"It is not that. I am merely here to observe, advise, and potentially assist should any of you in fact prove to need it," Jeritza assured Caspar.

"It makes sense," Petra noted, having arrived with Hubert and Ferdinand. "It is wise to to be sure we don't get in over our faces..."

"It's "over our heads,"" Hubert corrected Petra patiently. "Though you were quite close."

"Is everyone here?" Dorothea asked as she came in with Bernadetta.

"Almost, think we're just missing Shez right now," Ferdinand replied, before sweat dropping. "... she's still getting lost on a regular basis around here..."

"Ah, we can just leave without her if she's gonna be late!" Caspar fist pumped. "Come in, I'm raring to go!"

"Wait, being left behind was an option?" Bernadetta whined.

"Unfortunately, not when we have people willing to drag us along," Linhardt noted ruefully, Caspar slapping his back.

"Am I late?" Shez asked, rushing into the room.

"No, you're just in time. We're about to depart," Hubert informed her. "Shall we get going, Professor, or is there anything else?"

Get going now?

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