【Dimiris】The Lost Heir of Cyros

Summary: Byles Cyrus is dead.The battle over who will win or die in Fodora continues.

The author's words:

That's right!You didn't enter the wrong chapter (translation: I didn't post the wrong chapter either). This time, it's better to start the side story before entering the main story, believe me.

Please be mentally prepared or bring your own tissues, I also marked this chapter with the "Angst" tag (this refers to abuse)

In addition, these rumors are all memory kills, and the timeline is before the main line of Chapter 8 (that's why you need to read the rumors first)

Obviously the rumors are interrelated.Please note that I made up the names of some NPC characters by myself, because I really don't want to write them as "one of Shirvan's men" or "the woman in red", so I don't need to remember their names and just treat them as troops A member of the good.

(See end of article for more notes.)

Side Story: Pledge of Allegiance

(Setting: Dimitri's childhood home, 20 years before Byleth's return.)

She's such a quiet little thing.She was not noisy, and whenever she needed something, she pursed her lips and made a giggling sound.This is the only noise she makes.

His lover felt strange and a little disturbed by this.

It reminded him of the stoic, self-denying face Geralt wore most of the time.Of course, when everyone's beloved Lord Roseline passed away, that mask completely collapsed.

"Forget about the expression, and don't be like that fool in other things, please?" He held the silent baby in his arms and whispered softly.He wrapped her in the softest and most comfortable blanket he could find and winked at her.He wasn't sure if the little baby could see him or respond to his voice.But it would be best if she could remember her own voice.

"Now we are going on a trip, little princess Sutis." He said to her gently.He wanted to call her by the name Geralt and Roseline had given her, but neither of them would ever tell him what it was.It was impolite not to call her by any name, so he could only call her by the name Lady Leia had chosen first.The little princess suffix is ​​just a matter of interest.

"Because you are my little princess and I am your knight in shining armor," he said when he first called the baby "Princess Surtis."

If being a knight in shining armor meant burning half the sky in Garreg Mach, then he certainly was.At first, he just wanted to start a small fire in the baby's room with a poor-quality electric toy bought from the Orgma District. It was not his fault that the fire got out of control.

Fortunately, there were no serious casualties, only some valuables (there were a lot, and the loss was about six figures) were burned.The security guard stationed there also suffered only minor burns.

He doesn't regret it at all, the important thing is the little princess in his arms.

He leaned down, kissed the princess's forehead, and said in a low voice: "This is the last day we will be together, Princess Sutis. Your father has been waiting for you for a long time, and Lady Leia has gradually relaxed her vigilance, yes Time to get you out of this castle. Hope that idiot will use up all his brain cells to take you away and never look back."

He smiled softly, thinking: "But with his personality, once he feels that the situation is safe, he will make a comeback again. Your father is such an idiot, that's why he met me and Roderick."

As he spoke, his expression softened: "Geralt...me...and Roderick."

He sighed, and hugged her even tighter, taking care not to hurt her: "One day, Lord Leia will find you. If that day comes...if you return to this castle..."

He closed his eyes and whispered, "I promise you, Faerghus will watch over you. I will lay down my life for you. I swear to you, my dear little princess."

Rumor: Official Report

On the night of Valentine's Day in 20XX, the headquarters of the Seiros family was bombed.The Adrestia Division took responsibility for the incident and issued a statement stating that they will be officially seceding from the Selos family.Under the leadership of the new leader, Edelgard von Fresberg, Adrestia has now been renamed the Fresberg family.

Both Lesta and Faggus branches are required to merge, and opposition is regarded as a signal for war.

Lestar is split into two factions.One faction, headed by Li Gang, remains neutral so far.The other faction changed its name to the Ancient Rostal Branch, with the Ancient Rostal family as the head of the Fresberg family.

Under the leadership of Leuphas Foster Bredade, Faerghus still belongs to the Cyros family and declares war with the former Adrestia branch.Cornelia Arnim, as the senior leader of the Faerghus branch, was executed for defecting to the Fresberg family on the night of the explosion.The fact that she conspired with Lambert's second wife, Patricia von Arundel, to kill Lambert Ejit Bredade also surfaced.At the same time, it was revealed that the Arundel and Fresberg families were involved in this tragedy.The Faerghus branch controls the northwestern region of Fodora, and is still competing for dominance with the Fransberg family in the south.

Dimitri Alexander Bredade disappeared a week after the night of blood in February, and his bodyguard, Dudu Molinaro, was pronounced dead the same day.

The only known survivor of the Cyros family is Thetis Cyros.Leya Serros is missing, and Sutis Serros, also known as Bereth Serros, and Thetis's only daughter, Flynn Serros, are confirmed dead.

Two years after the February bloody night incident, the current faction form of Fodora has become more stable than before.

The Fresbell Ancient House and the Ancient Rostar Branch took over the southern, central, and eastern parts of Fordora.The Fajas branch merged with the remnants of the Seiros family to form the Seiros-Fagas family, which strictly controlled the northwest region of Fodora, facing the Fresberg family far away.The group is currently led by Thetis Seros, with the assistance of Leuphas Foster Bredade and Rodrigue Yasir Fraudarius.The only remaining northeast region of Fodora is still under the control of the Lesta branch, led by Claude von Rigon, and has remained neutral so far.

Regardless of how police and organized crime mobilize, the lives of ordinary people are largely unaffected.All deaths and injuries related to the Battle of Fodora were covered up by the Fresberg or the Cerros-Farghus family.Any relevant reports of the case were withdrawn under pressure from Aegir and Bestra's legal department.Officer Tales, who is in charge of such cases, is given only observation and reporting authority.

There is evidence of a serial killer in the city of Fodora.A monster known as the "Moonlight Harvester" haunts the night, hunting and killing members of the Fresberg family, making them afraid of the shadows.

All reports indicate that the serial killer only targeted members of the Fresberg family or their supporters.

In the Fresberg family, the warning began to circulate frequently: "Be careful of the night in Fodora. Once the Moonlight Harvester sees you, you will not live to dawn."

-Excerpt from Classified Report 00XXX, Officer S.Nevrand

Side Story: Ghostbusters

"Fuck." That's an appropriate word for what he's seeing so far.

"My God." Leonie covered her mouth, trying not to spit it out.

Inside the room were five shattered bodies, blood splattered on the walls, floor and ceiling.Human body parts are thrown around like a sickly piece of art.

Geralt didn't even want to step into the scene, staring at the massacre scene inside the door and ordered: "Call the cleaning team over."

Leonie didn't need to be urged, and immediately ran out of the building to make a phone call.

There was a landline in the building, but Geralt didn't remind her.The poor little girl definitely doesn't want to stay here to exercise her stomach.Compared with Geralt, he has seen... well, although he has never seen anything worse than this, he has also experienced many big scenes (enough indeed) and he will not be affected by the visual effects.

He still went in and checked the room carefully.Every victim who died at the hands of the Moonlight Reaper wore shirts of the same color, and five blood-stained and deformed mobile phones were placed on the table. The messages on them more or less showed their connection with Freisberg.

In a way, that's good news.

Even the Reaper still needs to take the time to confirm that the people he kills are all members of the Fresberg family.

So they can know it's him.Anyone who could not be directly determined to be related to the Fresberg family was let go by him, and it was through this entry point that they inquired about the news.

Those people mentioned how he spoke to empty corners, about his father, his friends, people who died four years ago...

…and a figure he called "Miss."

"Jesus Christ is king and old." Geralt muttered, touched his face, stepped back and closed the door.He leaned against the railing outside the door, took out a packing bag from his coat, patted it four times with his palm, and pulled out a cigarette between his teeth.Put the bag away again, take out the lighter and light it on fire, and put the lighter back in a dawdly manner.The cigarette was caught between the index finger and middle finger, he didn't take it off immediately, but let the smoke stay in his mouth for a while.Holding on to the railing, holding the cigarette stick in his mouth, he slowly blows the smoke out of his mouth.After a while, he repeated the same action slowly, and did not take out the phone until the next puff of smoke was exhausted.Click on the contact, click on Rodligu's phone number, shake the phone and press it to his ear.After only two rings, Rodligou answered the phone.

"Did you see him?" Roderick's voice was calm, but based on Geralt's understanding of him, he had probably been anxious about the news he was about to bring.

"He's gone." Geralt replied, disappointing Rodriguez and at the same time relieved.Anxious about missing out again, relieved that he is still alive.In other words, it is a miracle that he was not found by any family, and even escaped from the police.

It also means that he is really capable.

"Five people, confirmed from their mobile phones that they are members of the Fresberg family." Geralt dusted off the cigarette butts and said to Rodligu.

"Is he looking for Patricia?" Rodriguez's question made Gerald deep in thought.

After thinking about it, he pulled out the cigarette holder after a while, leaned his arm on the railing and said, "Maybe, or he is chasing Arundel. I want to ask Arundel or Edelgard for her location." .”

"That's too risky." Rodriguez thought.

"I don't think this kid will care." Geralt retorted, took a deep breath, and continued: "I will let Leonie and Alois go to find clues about his next move, but depending on the situation, we Likely to pass him by again."

"It's not a long-term solution, Geralt."

"I know." Geralt agreed.Two years of night hunting.He doesn't work much at night, which affects his health a lot.But that kid probably hunted all night until he couldn't hold on and passed out.Then he wakes up, recovers maybe a little bit, and goes back to doing the same animal thing.

The current situation of Gerald and the others is also not optimistic.The kid doesn't want to be caught, and won't be caught.

"How's Rufus doing?"

"It's not the same thing." Rodrigo replied with a sigh: "He has been planning a dangerous battle that Thethis and I had to stop or secretly modify, and he seems to want Edelgard's head to be placed on his table immediately. "

Geralt snorted, "Sounds like him. Damn, ain't all the Bredards like that."

"Okay." Rodley paused for a while, and Geralt waited quietly for him to speak.Breathing out another smoke ring, Rodrigo continued: "I guess he wants to end this war as soon as possible. He seems to think that this is the only way to get Dimitri back."

"He thinks the kid who takes Edelgard's head will come back?" Geralt asked, tapping the soot off.

Rodriguez replied: "He was worried about Dimitri and guilty of not having the chance to stop him."

"Is it Ruphas or you?" Geralt fiddled with the pipe again.

Silent, Geralt slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth and waited.Rodriguez replied: "It's both. We're all equally inactive."

He lowered his voice again: "I'm sorry, we have to ask you this question. Although you... despite Miss—"

"No." Geralt stopped him, pressing the butt of his cigarette against the railing. "I'm doing it because I want to. I don't know him well, and I don't think he's a good guy looking at the shit he made, but I'm going to keep looking. I'm going to keep looking until I find it He just gave up."

"Even though I don't know him that well..." Geralt turned his head when he heard footsteps coming towards him.Leonie nodded silently to him, indicating that the cleaning team was in place. "He's still Lambert's son, my daughter's..."

Geralt sighed, not wanting to say the word.Leonie turned her head away, trying to hide the tears she shed for her briefly reunited and quickly vanished friend.Geralt flicked the cigarette butt off the railing and continued, "That's why I'm going to keep searching anyway."

"Geralt, thank you."

"Thank you when you find him." Geralt walked towards Leonie, patted her on the head twice, and she looked up at him with firm eyes, and the two nodded at each other.

"Okay." Rodriguez agreed, and then said: "Geralt?"

"Ok?"

"Didn't you say you quit smoking?"

Geralt, who walked out of the building with Leonie, called out and explained to himself: "I'm under a lot of pressure. Rhodes, let me relieve the pressure."

"No." Roderick quickly vetoed with a chuckle.

Geralt smiled too.

He'll find Dimitri.For Rodriguez, for all those waiting for his return home, for Lambert...

…for her daughter.

Rumor: Goodbye Brothers

For two years, the nights in the Gortier region were not peaceful.Few people from Fresberg came to the hinterland of the Serros-Fagas family, and Lesta, who remained neutral, would naturally not trouble them.But even the slightest sign of trouble would prompt Gortier to move at night.

Sylvain understands the decision of the Lestar branch (let's call it that) to remain neutral.Many Faggus members are still in jail for the Induska purge, even if they all choose to return to Faggus, oh, it has to be called the Cyros-Fagaus family now, and Fresberg is still very powerful public.The only reason why the Fresberg family has not yet annexed the Fargas-Serros and Lesta branches is that their opponents are more familiar with their own territory, and they are always good at using legal and despicable methods to deal back.

In broad daylight, the three forces cleverly shuttled back and forth between the legal field and the gray area, engaging in a protracted game.After all, it would not be a good scene for them to collapse the government all at once.

However, at night... all kinds of crimes come.As long as you can stop before dawn, it doesn't matter what happens.At dawn, the cleaning teams of the three factions will pack up and take away the mess.

So whatever shit happened to Gortier tonight, it would all be settled before dawn.Sylvain just wishes he could figure out what the hell was going on at Fifth & Sixth Streets.

That's right, he gave orders to all his informants, and whenever he saw suspicious people lurking in inappropriate places, they would leave him messages with codes.Gortier is the territory that their family has embraced for generations, so he has the obligation to defend this place.

Even if Dad was right, he still wanted to team up with Ingrid and go to the front.His father and Ingrid's father and elder brother guarded Galatia and Gortier during the day, while Sylvain and Felix roamed Gortier and Vollardarius in the dark night.Ingrid's other brother went to the front with her, and Sylvain... thinks she'll handle it.

Even so, he couldn't help but worry about his childhood friend.Sylvain knew that Ingrid blamed herself for the death of the young lady, and felt that if she went to Garreg Mach with the young lady that night, maybe something could be changed.It is also for this reason that she is now active on the front line.Shirvan also knew that this kind of thinking was farting, Alois was always there, and bodyguards were useless.Damn, the only person who's been to Garreg Mach since then is Dimitri, when they spotted the red masked man in Faerghus.Felix behaved as usual, but he knew the man was in a hurry.He was worried that his father was going too deep into the enemy's line, that Dimitri was still missing, and that the Moonlight Harvester who was probably (most likely) his was getting dangerously close to Fresberg's ancient territory.Tsk, the person he is most worried about is Dimitri, at least Ingrid and Felix have reliable people to take care of them.And Dimitri was alone, wandering between Cyros-Fagas and Lesta every night.Heck, from Geralt's report the last place he's been has been in Grundaz.

"Hey! Boss! Come and have a look at this thing!" The greeting from Sylvain's subordinates interrupted his contemplation.He turned around and saw three men returning with information.The last time it was John, he was an unreasonable jerk who gave everyone on the team bad memories, so this time he decided to bring only three teammates.Clark was the oldest of them all, with dirty blond hair and dark green eyes.In fact, it was his father's men who transferred to his team to "watch" him.Pretty much the number one guy who'd watched him and Mikron grow up; Metz was about Sylvain's age, with black hair and brown eyes.Sylvan once flirted with his captain and almost got his tongue pulled out, and laughed for a full 3 minutes because of a goat and cheese joke. "Metz" is obviously a nickname, and his real name is not known (and never was); Tristan was about Ash's age, with childish blond hair and pale blue eyes that seemed youthful Ross is not someone who is flirting.Sylvan didn't want to delve into it, because Tristan looked like he was about to throw up when he stood with Ross, and there was obviously a ghost in it.

They were all now standing at the entrance of an alley, facing Fifth Street.

This plot seems familiar.

"Something is interfering with the signal here." Metz said while showing the phone to Sylvain. The screen displayed the icons of "out of service area" and "not connected to WIFI".Sylvain wanted to talk about his wallpaper, which was a pug with its mouth open. (For example: Are you good at aesthetics? Is this your dog? Do you still have dogs???)

"Followed up to Strom." Tristan frowned and asked, "Is he playing tricks with those whores?"

If it is true, it will be troublesome.Strom is the most powerful local viper in the area. When Fargas gained a foothold in Fodora, he relied on their support.If Fresberg drew them over, the former sharp weapon would soon become a thorn hanging in the throat.

"We have to find out." Sylvain turned to Metz, who was the best motorcycle driver of the three. "Call Felix, we need support. No, you go to him yourself. There is no signal on the phone. It will save time to bring him directly."

Metz sighed and walked towards his motorcycle: "Yeah, helping my boss' boyfriend drive, what a job."

Shirvan blinked: "He's not my boyfriend."

Metz snorted, stepped on the motorcycle with his helmet in his arms and raised his eyebrows sarcastically: "Of course. Of course. It's just that you are super good friends who definitely don't have gay tendencies, yes, yes."

He put on his helmet and started the motorcycle engine, and gave Sylvan another mocking salute.Clark was very unhappy with Metz's offense and glared at him a few times.

After Metz's motorcycle disappeared without a trace, Sylvan looked at the remaining two and said, "Let's get on first. There's no time to call for someone, so be careful and don't make any mistakes."

Thankfully, this alley does not have the twists and turns of Soho Street two years ago.

Clark nodded silently, and Tristan agreed, "Understood, boss."

They all drew their pistols from their coats and went into the alley.Clark led the charge with a gun, and Tristan was in the rear.

This alley led to the back door of Strom's house, so that they could observe the situation ahead.The problem is that the surrounding buildings are crowded with windows, and they can't turn on the flashlight to hide their whereabouts, so they can only walk as carefully as possible.Shirvan blinked and thought something was moving in the upper right corner, and immediately raised his gun to aim, and both Clark and Tristan squatted down quickly.

"It's just a monitoring station." Sylvan said softly, with a sigh of relief.

The camera flashed green to indicate it was on.Sylvain notes so he can tell the cleaning team later.

They took a few more steps and stopped.I saw a few people in suits stopped in the middle of the alley to talk, and seemed to be doing some business with suitcases.

Shirvan took out his phone and quickly took a photo.

Depend on.

That's Ronat, Ash's adoptive father.

What the hell is he doing here?Is this Cyros Farghus at the meeting?Not Fresberg?

If so, why not report it?

Suddenly, a bright light came from the window next to Sylvain.

"Get down!" Clark yelled, throwing himself at Sylvain, and the sudden hail of bullets shot the window glass clean.

They quickly retreated from the area where the bullets were strafing, and Shirvan saw a door ahead, just to the right of Tristan. "Tristan, go right!"

Tristan leaned his body against the door and pushed it open, and they ducked in quickly, into an abandoned factory.Clark was next to the pillar next to the door, Tristan was hiding by the conveyor belt in the middle of the room, and Sylvan was crouching behind the cover next to the stairs, hearing the sound of the group coming towards them.Clark had his knife out, ready to pounce.

Oh shit!Is there something wrong with Ronat?Are they defending themselves?Should he be named?

Most importantly, why did they suddenly turn on the lights?

Just after their first pursuers had entered the door, the lights above the drive belt suddenly came on, revealing Tristan.The group reacted quickly and shot him.

"Tristan!" Shirvan yelled, but the young man didn't even have time to react, his body jumped violently due to the countless bullets piercing through, and finally sank slowly in his own pool of blood.

Clark yelled, "Sylvain! Run!

"Damn it! Clark! Don't—!" When Clark rushed to the person at the door, Sylvan didn't have time to finish his sentence.One of them stabbed him in the shoulder, but he continued to block the doorway, stabbing the enemy with his knife.

"Run! Run!" Clark yelled, throwing the man he'd stabbed at the enemy, thwarting their fire.

He yelled at Ronat who was standing by the door and was surrounded by his men: "Traitor! Damn you!"

"Fuck!" Sylvain cursed, jumping out of his cover and running upstairs.

He knows he has no choice.

Somebody has to go back alive and report the news.

With a gunshot behind him, Ronat has indeed betrayed.

Sylvan ran into the nearest door, which led to a long corridor, temporarily blocking the gunfire, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it."

No time to be sad, with thunderous footsteps chasing after him, Sylvain ran as hard as he could until he reached the window at the end of the corridor, and the light above him turned on, seemingly voice-activated.He might get hurt, but he has to jump.

Just as Shirvan was about to make a move, the door on the right was suddenly opened. He was grabbed by the collar and dragged into the room panting heavily.The room lights came on, and he heard a growl: "Come with me, idiot!"

Shirvan turned around, his eyes widened, and he didn't have time to be dazed, so he was dragged to another flight of stairs.

"Mike Lang!"

"Shut up and run the fuck, or do you want to get fucked by that old guy?!" McLane yelled back as he ran for the stairs.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Sylvain followed his instinct and followed Mikron.

They went up to the top floor, where the stairs led to a small, shining room.Mike Lang kicked the door open and brought him in like a bird. "I said keep running!"

Sylvan was a little suspicious that his brother was actually knocked down, but he found that he had been holding onto him tightly and never let go, as if he was extremely afraid of the group of people behind him.Sylvain turned his head to look at the way they had come.

There is a surveillance camera on it.

"Fuck me." Shirvan cursed.

All surveillance cameras are on...

Oh shit.

Someone hacked the power grid across the alley.

"Sylvain! Quick!" cried Mikron, closing the door behind him as soon as Sylvain ran out.As Sylvain looked around in bewilderment, Mikron pushed a shipping container against the door.

They're on the roof of an abandoned factory.The surrounding buildings are too far away to jump over.

Mikron seemed to have an idea, grabbing Sylvain's arm and hanging him over the edge of the roof.Shirvan looked down, and there was an open trash can underneath. He didn't know what was in it. It might be Styrofoam discarded when the factory was still in operation.At least, Sylvain hoped that the pile of white stuff was just plastic.Mike Lang hastily stuffed a letter into Sylvan's coat, and then ordered: "Silvan, you must give this letter to the old man, you understand? Don't lose it."

"I don't-what?" Sylvain was confused.What?What did his brother want him to give their father?Is it a bomb?Was Mike Lang trying to bomb him?

"God, you're such a waste." Mikron ran his hands through his messy hair angrily, grabbed Shirvan's arm tightly and said, "There's no time, give that shit to your dad, understand?"

"No! I don't fucking understand!" Sylvain yelled.

They heard a smashing sound from the other side of the door, and the box that Mike Lang was pressing on the door was slowly pushed open, creaking.

"Damn it, I don't have time to explain to you slowly, okay?" Mikron put his hand on Sylvain's head: "Take care! Go home alive! Do you understand?! Live, Sylvain!"

Mikron instead grabbed Sylvain with both hands and was about to jump down with him, when the door was knocked open.

"Hold!

Mike Lang held Sylvain in his arms, and the gunshots rang out.Sylvan could only watch in horror as Mikron pushed him off the roof, blocking the oncoming bullets with his body.Looking at the satisfied smile on Mikron's mouth, something seemed to be blocked in his chest, and he couldn't help but feel pain.He heard his rough, breathless voice whisper to him, "I'm sorry, brother."

Sylvain fell into the open trash can, and his brother's body landed right behind him, splattering blood on a length of rusted rebar.Sylvan screamed in pain and crawled over his brother's body.Hold.Mike Lang is dead.Hold.Tears smeared his bloodstained cheeks, and Sylvain rolled out of the trash can, trying to stand up against the side wall.His left ankle was so swollen that he couldn't walk anymore, but he had to forcefully drag himself out of the alley.

Just go out on the street.

just get there...

if only……

His legs fell forward uncontrollably, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

He climbed by hand instead.

Unlucky.

He was bleeding profusely.

Fuck, he should have taken the iron rod and could have walked with it.

is it possible?That steel bar may have grown on the ground.

He whimpered as tears rolled down his eyes.

His brother was right, he was a sissy and a wimp.

Mike Lang...

He sobbed.

someone is coming.

Where's his gun?

Did he lose it?

He made a mess of everything.

"Sylvain!" He heard someone calling his name, and he felt someone hug him.

His vision was getting blurry, but whether it was from tears or something else, he could recognize who was holding him.

It's Felix.

he came.

Of course it was him.No matter when, he will not let him down.

He must be very worried.Sylvan had to comfort him.

but.He couldn't move anymore.

The surroundings gradually darkened.

Everything is so far away.

Is it raining?When did it rain?

Oh my goodness.

Don't let him die in Felix's arms.

No.

He has to keep his word.

he has to...

Felix...

"I……"

【Chapter8TBC】