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Fire Emblem Protagonist 27
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 10:58:56 +0000 UTC“Heeeey there… So about that harem…”
“I hope one day you fall onto the embrace of the Witch of Envy.”
The first thing Priscilla saw once she woke was the cocky face of her husband, so of course she already started the day by cursing his existence. As Heitor had expected, the… orgasm spell that she had casted upon herself by being a big loser had more or less disappeared after she slept.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her about it. “I wasn’t really thinking of her of all people when it came to the harem, but sure. I’m down.” Actually, Emilia might genuinely be the Witch of Envy, so maybe he shouldn’t joke about such things.
Priscilla scowled. “I will hit you.” Hm. Talk like that had led to wonderful things yesterday.
Still, it was probably best to curb his teasing… for now. “Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help it.” He had to appreciate the good things in life, that was all. “So, what’s the plan for today? We gotta go to the Karsten Manor pretty soon.”
And he needed to talk with Felt about it. If he was bringing her, she needed to know what they would be facing, even if she wouldn’t be joining the battle.
Priscilla nodded. “Yes, but before that I need to… drink that tea we talked about.” Oh, right.
Having a kid while participating in the Royal Selection sounded like a nightmare. Hell, having a kid at all sounded like a nightmare, both he and Priscilla were too young for such things. Although such a mindset might be something that only applied to him, he didn’t know at what age people in this world preferred to have children after all.
It didn’t matter much though. Both because there were some things he did not want to compromise simply for the goal of fitting in, and because having a kid while a FE plot was going on was just not a good idea.
Sure, things could end kind of fine… or he could get Sigurded. Fire Emblem dads did not have the best track record. And even taking his meta knowledge of how things tended to go in Fire Emblem, having a kid during what was sure to be tumultuous times was just a bit too irresponsible.
All that aside, he should at least give Priscilla the courtesy of handling this. “You want me to the maids and ask for it?”
She waved him off. “No need. I have already made arrangements with them yesterday.” She did?
What an interesting piece of information. “So I fell upon the great web spinned by the genius Priscilla Barielle? What horror.” Even as his tone was filled with sarcasm, he was blushing. How embarrassing.
Thankfully, Priscilla herself was too embarrassed to notice. “I feel as if I am the one who has fallen onto your web. Especially when you talk of also seducing other women so much.” There would be no running away from this conversation in the end.
Heitor sighed. “I guess I am coming off as a schemer huh? Well, don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean anything you said yesterday, so I didn’t count it as getting your permission. I was just teasing you.”
“That is good to hear, but you are still coming off as a schemer nonetheless.” Ouch. “I wonder how the slum rat would feel if I told her my husband is secretly lusting after her…”
Heitor winced. “She would probably stab me.” He did not have a big report built with the thief turned princess. “But considering she seems to dislike you, she might also end up laughing at you.”
Priscilla clicked her tongue. “Tsk. You are correct.” She quickly recomposed herself, and returned to the conversation. “But… may I ask why are you so insistent on this topic? Oh, and if you say it’s due to me being inadequate, I shall send you to my past husbands.”
“That’s fair.” What could he really say though? “I guess the reason is just to unlock other songs, but you already knew that.”
Priscilla narrowed her eyes. “You never came off as someone who lusted for power… So I do not buy such an excuse.”
“...” Well, it was true that he didn’t want the songs just to have them. “Hm… To be honest, I kind of don't want to tell you the real reason for it.”
“...And why is that?” Priscilla sounded understandably confused.
“Because… well…” He had to tell her the reason why he couldn’t tell her the reason, what a complicated situation.
The reason was because he wanted to get those super songs specifically in preparation for the big bad of this world. He wanted to avoid a Bad Ending like the one found in Fire Emblem New Mystery of the Emblem. If Priscilla knew he had motives of helping the world, she might accept it due to her morality. Greater good and all that.
But that would just make him feel as if he had forced Priscilla into it.
Nonetheless, there was no escaping it now. “Okay, fuck it, I’m explaining it. Do you remember Fire Emblem?”
“You mean the alliance…?” As he had expected, she had forgotten it.
He couldn’t blame her, it was something he had barely touched upon when he first arrived at this world. “No, I mean the game from my world. The one that comes from Al’s country.”
Priscilla’s eyes widened. “Now that you have said it, I do have faint memories of it… What does a game have to do with this stupid idea of building a harem?”
Heitor gulped, feeling nervous. “It has nothing to do with the harem, but it has something to do with my power. This power… it wasn’t something I had in the past, it was something suddenly granted to me, and it works by pretty much making things work like Fire Emblem.” With some certain caveats.
“Oh.” Even Priscilla couldn’t help but be shocked by such information.
Heitor carried on, there were still plenty of things to blow her mind about. “And more than that, the setting of the games also tends to be pretty similar to this world… and typically Fire Emblem will have some ancient evil rising up to try and end that world, so I’m worried about that.”
He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Typically it’s a dragon that has gone insane, but sometimes it can be different things too. I’m worried in this world it will be the Witch of Envy, or something related to her, and that the songs will be needed to battle her. So… I want to collect those songs.”
He continued. “And as for the reason why I didn’t tell you about this… I didn’t want you to feel like you were forced to lend out your husband for the sake of the world or anything like that. Sorry.” And that was pretty much it.
“...” Priscilla took some time to recompose herself. “First of all, what kind of game has Al’s country invented with things such as dragons that go insane?”
“It’s kinda like a table-top RPG.” Those did exist in this world! He had seen the servants playing before!
“What even is that?” But Priscilla didn’t recognise it nonetheless. Well, it did sound like the type of thing she wouldn’t care about. “Actually, nevermind that. It matters not. I have more important things to address…”
She pouted. “And to start, do you truly believe I would let my husband seek other women just because the world is at stake? Foolishness. The world belongs to me, it works for me. Not the reverse.”
Such a simple answer almost made Heitor burst out laughing on the spot. “I don’t even know why I was expecting anything else.” It felt good to hear her usual pride at work though. Now he didn’t need to feel guilty for revealing his true thoughts.
“Shush.” She raised a finger. “I have another thing I must ask you. I believe I already know the answer to it, but I must confirm it. Piggy, do you see this world as a game?”
“No.” That answer came without hesitation. “I do think there are way too many similarities to the Fire Emblem thing I talked about, and I can’t ignore the existence of my power, but I don’t think this world is a game, or that the people in it aren’t real.”
In the end this wasn’t some sandbox for him to play with. It’s why he had tried to handle everything thus far with care, he knew his actions had consequences. Real consequences. Unlike pretty much every Fire Emblem game ever made.
Which is why he had to choose his words carefully right now. “So… I have been using this knowledge of Fire Emblem just kind of as a tourism guide. If that makes sense.
Still… “But I understand that I’m coming off as a looney with far too much arrogance right now who thinks he’s the protagonist of some dumb story. I won’t apologize for it, because I don’t think I’m making wrong observations, but I will acknowledge they come off as crazy.”
A Lot of those observations were things that applied to other fantasy series of course. Magic swords and things like that weren’t a Fire Emblem exclusive, but… He literally had a Fire Emblem power. It was hard not to be biased considering that.
Priscilla huffed. “I won’t think of my husband as crazy for having simple pattern recognition, like any other human alive. It’s good to see that you are not a lowly animal.” Well, now that was not something he had expected. “Nor will I judge you for being aware of your own worth, and believing there is a purpose to a power you were suddenly gifted with..”
She sounded angry, not at him or his situation, but that he had thought she would be angry in the first place. As crazy as that sounded. “Power can sometimes be a random gift, however it also sometimes has its context. The Divine Protection of the Sword Saint didn’t appear randomly one day, it came be due to Reid Astrea, as an example.”
“So I can understand your belief that your power has some kind of other context behind it simply existing. I won’t accuse you of insanity for it.” This… was going really well.
So well that Heitor snorted. “That’s nice to hear… Me calling myself the protagonist is definitely way too much arrogance though.” Soon, he was chuckling. “Man, now that I can talk about this more freely… Let me tell you, I almost had a heart attack when the alliance was named Fire Emblem.”
“Does the title of the game have something important to it, besides simply being the title?” It depended.
But the answer was mostly yes. “Almost always. Sometimes it’s a shield to seal one of those crazy dragons, other times it’s a key to unlock a super sword. or maybe some special god blood… So I knew the alliance was going to be important. Well, I probably didn’t need the name Fire Emblem to know that, but it sure drove the point home.”
Priscilla nodded. “I see. Are there any other things that come to your mind?”
Heitor hummed. “The Witch’s Cult's existence is one of those… evil cults are a staple Fire Emblem bad guy. Volcanica is another thing that got my attention, almost all Fire Emblems have some sort of divine dragon everybody worships.”
Hopefully this one was more Naga, less Duma. “In fact, I’m hoping he’s gonna have some answers to me if I ever get to meet him.”
“I will arrange a meeting for you once I become the Dragon Priestess.” That’d be convenient. “I wish to return to a previous question of mine however, the one about you treating reality as if it was a game or not… Having observed your actions in the past, I do believe your words.”
“Okay…?” Now Heitor was wondering where she was going with this.
His wife suddenly became flustered. “However, are you not being too shameless declaring that you wish to marry multiple women for the sake of defeating an evil you do not know even exists!?” Ah, so they were back to the harem talk.
That was only natural, the harem talk was pretty crazy. “In my defense, my ability clearly wants me to do it. And besides, I see this more as preparing for a future battle… like Crusch gathering soldiers to hunt the whale.”
“I will end you.” The harem plan really was having difficulty getting off the ground. “If your only reason for lusting after the other candidates is more power so that you can defeat some evil dragon… I order you to simply get strong enough to defeat the dragon without it.”
Ah, he understood what she was getting at. “It’s not like it’s my only reason, but I’m not shameless enough to try and pursue something like this without a second reason like the one I have.”
“What are you talking about? You are the definition of shameless, it’s why I call you Piggy, after all.” He preferred to think the nickname started due to Priscilla being unreasonable. “So.. what are your other reasons.”
Things suddenly became really dangerous. “I’m not crazy enough to compliment other women in front of you.” He was still in bed naked. His Falchion was defenseless against any attacks that might come its way.
But Priscilla was not going to back out now of all times. “Oh, please do tell me. I shall spare you for now.”
“Hey, this is a crazy time to bring this up, but remember when I bought new clothes? I also did as you asked and bought you some jewelry too.” Priscilla was right, he was shameless. He threw his one smoke bomb without any hesitation.
And the smoke bomb didn’t work at all. “Piggy, I appreciate the gesture, but I make way more coin that you could dream of doing, you shall not avoid mine question so easily. Now answer, as I said, I won’t kill you for it.”
He didn’t believe her for one second, but what choice did he have? “I can’t speak about Anastasia and Felt, since I haven’t spent too much time with them…” And he was actually a bit uncomfortable about Felt’s age. “But… Emilia and Crusch—”
A flustered Priscilla interrupted him. “I’ll end you!” As expected.
No, it wasn’t as expected. He had expected her to at least let him actually finish. “Are you sure? Don’t you want to hear what I have to say about Crusch? We might agree on some things about her.” If he was going to die, he was going to die by teasing Priscilla.
And considering the face she was making, he was definitely going to die. “Do not get confused, Piggy. It is not that I care for the Valkyrie, it’s that she’s the least worst of the bunch! Now prepare yourself for your punishment—!”
“Lady Priscilla?” At that exact moment someone knocked on their door.
It must have been the servant tasked with preparing Priscilla her tea. What a savior, maybe Heitor should marry her instead.
Jokes aside, there had been a lot of progress on the harem front! Because this time Priscilla at least hadn’t thrown him out of the room.
Yes, progress indeed.
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“Yo. Give me my coins. Now.” The day started by Felt asking Priscilla for money.
Which Priscilla actually acquiesced, throwing a few coins her way. “Here rat. Make sure to feed your whole rat family.” It was kind of an unbelievable sight. Priscilla didn’t even give him free money like that, and they were married!
So it was only natural that Heitor froze in place. “Sorry, did I accidentally step foot in another world? What’s with this money exchange?”
Priscilla pointed at him. “Do not dig too deep into this.” And then pointed at Felt. “And you, be more subtle if I ever ask for your services again, rat.”
Felt put her tongue out, mocking Priscilla. “Maybe if you ever stop calling me rat, cow.” Heitor had a feeling that would never happen unless she stopped calling Priscilla a cow. Which means they had achieved an infinite loop of nothing happening.
“Woah. Everyone is in such a good mood.” Al sounded dead inside. “So… did… you know… Did that thing happen?”
Priscilla tilted her head. “What thing are you referring to? Be more clear, Al.”
Felt snorted. “He’s asking if we should be expecting a little calf anytime soon.” She shifted her gaze to Al. “You know you’re just poking your own wound, right dumbass?”
Priscilla glared at the poor gladiator. “I’ll be wounding him myself, if these types of questions keep coming out.” Heitor had a feeling Al already felt like she had wounded him by herself.
Heitor wasn’t going to feel pity for the guy though, even if he did consider Al a good friend.. Honestly, he already felt like he was being pretty nice by not punching him for this whole bit. Well, surely the Gladiator would give up on looking at Priscilla that way eventually, in fact, Heitor had a feeling that had already more or less happened and Al just had yet to accept it.
Still, to be nice, he answered the question. “There won’t be any new blood on the Barielle manor anytime soon.”
And suddenly Al looked alive again. Maybe Heitor should punch him after all.
Heitor decided that he should at least dash his hopes though. “But just because Priscilla drank some tea on bed to not get pregnant. We did bang— Ouch!” Priscilla suddenly slapped him on the upside of his head.
It didn’t hurt, but he did not appreciate this sudden anime trope marital abuse!
He would forgive her though, since she looked so embarrassed. “Piggy, do not rise to Al’s provocation. Or more accurately, do not lower yourself to it.”
“Yeah, sure.” Al had returned to being dead inside, so Heitor did not regret his actions. Ignoring him though… “By the way, Felt, we gotta talk about something.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What is it? If you want to give me details about last night… I’d be willing to listen.” Maybe she was the piggy here?
“Priscilla is seriously going to kill me, please don’t.” Couldn’t his wife also threaten the loli? “Jokes aside, it’s about the thing with Crusch. I have yet to explain to you what’s going on, and it’s about time I do so.”
He cleared his throat. “Basically, she’s going to hunt the White Whale, and she hired me to help her.”
Felt’s eyes widened. “For real? That’s crazy, I didn’t know she was suicidal.” Was that reaction really necessary? “You know Reinhard’s grandma failed to pull it off, right? You still wanna go instead of just banging the cow over and over again—”
“Call me cow again and I will stab you through the throat.” Ah, the nickname was getting to Priscilla.
“Is the nickname getting to you?” Felt had the same thought!? “Or is it just the idea of your hubby dying? Well, whatever, I don’t care. I guess you guys did kill the Archbishop of Sloth, so maybe I’m being pessimistic here. So, what does the White Whale have to do with me?”
Heitor crossed his arms. “Reinhard entrusted me with your safety, so I was hoping to bring you along… Though you wouldn’t fight of course. Instead you will remain in the backline with the healers.” Who knows, maybe her cute brattiness could serve as a morale booster to the wounded man.
Hah, as if!
Felt hummed. “And if I don’t wanna go?”
Heitor bet she wanted to be set free onto the streets to cause havoc, sadly he would have to dash her hopes. “Then you will remain here being guarded by Priscilla’s army. Priscilla herself and Al will be coming…” Even if they would also remain on the backlines. “But you can spend your time with Schult. I suppose.”
Felt made a disgusted face. “Ugh, the cow worshipping brat? I think he’s even worse than Al the great loser over here.”
Al looked down. “I accept the loser part, but at least remove the great from it. Please.” He was on the bargaining stage already? Impressive.
Felt continued, unbothered. “So, since the brat is even worse than the super great loser… fuck it, sure, I’ll come with you guys. And I guess seeing the White Whale kicking the bucket is going to be a magical experience.”
“Let’s hope that will be the case.”
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Kevin Valentin
Is it bad if I want Felt to keep insulting Al just to make a bigger and bigger title. Something like Divine or Maximum super great loser
