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On the road, no gold in hand, always chasing a contract to afford another stay at the inn... Byleth doesn't mind the life, but beside her, Jeralt is amassing both years and scars at a worrying pace.
It is Derdriu that offers a solution in a time where Byleth thinks there are none -- the young Duke Reigan is looking for a bodyguard, and who better for the job than a mercenary?
... Nothing can ever be that simple.
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Strap in for a classical slow-burn with deep dives into all sorts of fun topics such as guilt, trauma and whatever the fuck Rhea's got going on.
Thank you for listening to "A Goddess and a Non-Believer"!
This fic has been a long time coming -- the idea has been floating around my head since summer of last year.In all honesty, this is my first time writing something so in-depth (aka more than 1-2 chapters) since ... a very long time ago. I'm probably rusty, probably forgetful and very clearly too harsh on myself, but my accounts have been standing empty for so long and I decided to put my foot down and post this, even if I'm not completely happy with it. :)
I will aim for an upload schedule of every second week, but I am currently completing my BA studies and - I guess we'll see what happens.
Thank you again for listening (and possibly liking & commenting). I appreciate every single one of you!
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