>>5724821Ludwig stands from his kneeling position to face Leopold and places one hand on his heart. “My lord…it was wrong for that woman to give you the burden of command without the adequate means to defend the monastery. What further proof do we need that we’ve been abandoned!? I know this is a difficult decision…but think of what will happen if we resist. Seek the road of peace while we still can and ask to speak to the Patriarch!”
“I see.” Leopold says. “Thank you for your counsel, Lord Ludwig.”
Everything happens so fast that even Emil, who was a strong knight in his own right, has trouble comprehending it. In a flash, Leopold draws his blade, and decapitates Ludwig right there in the war room, with just one quick slash. The knight’s body stands for a few more moments amongst the horrified screams of those present in the room before it drops to spill a torrent of blood across the cobble floor. Wiping his blade on Ludwig’s cloak, Leopold turns to face the room.
“Please don’t let this fool you.” Leopold announces, still brandishing his blade. “I am a man that welcomes the suggestions of his subordinates. But if any of your ideas resemble those of Ludwig’s here, it may be best for you to keep them to yourself.” He begins to walk around the room, inspecting the men present.
“Battles are not won on number alone!” He shouts. “Recent events should have taught you that much. Think back to how we repelled General Randolph and the Imperial army only a few months ago. Think back to our victory at the Great Bridge of Myrddin. Were we not outnumbered then? Were we not facing off against insurmountable odds and a superiorly armed foe? Did you somehow forget? We are the Knights of Seiros! The most elite fighting-force in all Fodlan! This is in our nature!”
The men begin to grow more confident upon hearing Leopolds words. Some shout out in agreement, while others draw their weapons and repledge their loyalty. The mood has completely changed from just a moment ago.
“Lady Byleth and Lord Seteth lead an army of the Goddess’ devout followers. Right now, they are banging on the doors of Fort Merceus, ready to tear the thing down. We must ensure they have a warm and welcome home to return to upon their victory.” Leopold plants his sword into the ground, and shouts. “So don’t let these heretics muck up our home! I, Leopold von Deltz, swear to slaughter all those who would defile Garreg Mach!”
Forgetting the bleeding corpse on the floor, the men, including Sir Emil, erupt into thunderous shouting and applause.
“Five days.” Emil thought to himself. There was plenty of work to be done.
