【Dimiris】The Lost Heir of Cyros

Summary: The additional plot of Chapter 5 White Greetings belongs to the rumored small theater.

Rumor: Under the Mask of Bad Temper

(Scene setting: After Sylvain chases Felix and leaves the team)

Ambushed by the fuck.

Sylvan should have seen it coming.Fuck, he should stay with Dimitri. Protecting the safety of Lord Surtis Theros (or Miss Byles as she calls herself) is Farghus' top priority.

But he couldn't let Felix take risks alone.

Felix and Dimitri, he and Ingrid are always too busy keeping these two impulsive lives safe.

At least Dimitri's safety is now being watched by Du Du in real time, even though Ingrid still doesn't trust people from the Daskar region.

But everyone knows that as long as Ingrid comes out of the grief of losing Gu Lian, she will find Du Du a trustworthy companion.

Damn it, Gulian.

Sylvain had to keep his head clear at this point.

Thinking about the dead would kill him.

He turned a corner to the left, and remembered that there was a shortcut here, and he should be able to return to the main road where he separated from Felix when he was ambushed.

He leaned his back against the wall, held his hands up, and waited for the two who were not Felix to approach.He smacked the first man with his head out with his stick, and another man was right behind him, so Sylvain headbutted it.When the previous man staggered up, he raised the club high above his head, and with a swish he threw the man to the ground.He quickly greeted the remaining staggering person, and punched him with his fist. The man's head hit the wall.Sylvain turned around and ran down the road without wasting any time checking to see if the two were still alive.

As he expected, Felix was fighting four men with guns.

With a fucking broken stick.

"You idiot!" Sylvain cursed and pulled out his pistol.Felix moved so fast, dancing between the four of them.The enemy missed Felix, but he also hindered Sylvain's fire support.

Felix, not even noticing Sylvain, hit a man in the knee with a club, and the man screamed instantly with electric shock.Felix wastes not a second, charging at the next enemy while the stun rod charges.

Sylvain was still trying to take aim when he suddenly saw two figures on the edge of the roof, one of them wearing a white mask and a bright red cloak.And the other is...

"Mike Lang?!" Sylvain yelled.

His brother raised his gun—

Dry!

"Sylvain!" Felix yelled, grabbing Sylvain to dodge McLane's shot.Both fell to the ground, and Sylvain instinctively rolled them both out of the alley, shielding him.Felix tugged at Sylvain as soon as he got up, and they turned and fled, a hail of bullets chasing them.

"Fool! Who taught you to yell in front of the enemy!" Felix yelled, as they had managed to turn the corner and throw off most of their pursuers.

"That's Mikron!" Sylvan yelled back. "Fuck, Mikron's with them."

"Damn it." Felix angrily jumped over an overturned trash can, sidling behind it, causing Sylvain to slam to a stop.

"Felix?!"

"We're going to kill them here," Felix muttered, with Sylvain squatting beside him. "We can't lead them to Dimitri."

Sylvan stared at Felix for a moment, then smiled.Felix narrowed his eyes and threatened: "Shut up."

"I haven't said anything yet." Shirvan replied with great interest.

"Whatever you're going to say next, shut up." Felix glared at him hard.

Sylvain giggled, gave Felix two slaps on the back, and then drew his pistol and pointed it in front of them.Felix hung the stun baton on his belt and took out his pistol to aim.They listened quietly, listening to the footsteps coming from the opposite side.

There are at least five people.

"Mike Lang is probably with them," said Felix, staring straight ahead.

"I know." Shirvan replied seriously.

"Give him to me."

Sylvain's mouth curled into a smile, "Thank you, Felix."

He continued: "You are so sweet."

"Shut up." Felix was furious, and the enemies finally approached.He didn't see Mike Lang in the crowd.

Sylvain's laughter echoed the rain of surprise bullets they prepared for the unsuspecting foe.

Outreach: Priorities

(Scene setting: gun battle)

"Miss!" Dimitri yelled, but Byleth had jumped onto the roof next to them.He knew he couldn't catch her, and she jumped quickly from building to building.It won't be long before heavily armed enemies will focus on her.Dimitri turned to Du Du and snarled an order: "Kill them all. Keep the bullets away from her!"

Du Du didn't seem disturbed by Dimitri's cruel order, he just nodded and said, "Obey, master."

Rumor: body fragrance

(Scene setting: after the battle)

After returning to Faerghus headquarters, reporting to Rufus and rectifying, Sylvain caught Dimitri who was alone.Dimitri sighed sadly, Shirvan hugged his shoulders and greeted happily: "Okay, Dimitri."

Dimitri thought happily, at least Byles wasn't there.The thought of Sylvain making fun of himself in front of her made her feel ashamed.As soon as Beles came back, she was called away by Janet and Mercedes. They were going to pick up the clothes for her, and Ingrid followed her.

"Hello, Sylvain." Dimitri greeted, and decided to face everything that was about to come calmly, knowing that his days of being free from Sylvain's dirty words were coming to an end.

He was waiting for Shirvan to talk about the disaster in the greenhouse, but he never expected Shirvan to mention this: "So, I replaced all the lady's soap with yours, aren't you happy? ?”

Dimitri blushed and said nothing.Sylvan continued: "Can you still treat that bar of soap as meaningless waste? Imagine that sexy woman who is desirable but unattainable will smell like you from now on, as if she was in that passion After one night—"

"It's obviously tasteless." Felix interrupted Shirvan's obscene imagination, and suddenly appeared in front of them with folded arms.

Where did he come from?

Has he ever been to the infirmary?Dimitri was sure Felix was the worst injured.

Sylvan didn't hesitate, and rushed towards the person who came and asked, "Oh? How do you know? Felix?"

Felix glared at Sylvain, who leaned against him, and Dimitri put his shoulders back together.Sylvain smiled and said to Felix, "There are two ways you can tell what Dimitri soap smells like: one, you've used the same brand that I happen to know you haven't; two, you really Smells that he bathed with this soap."

"You—" Felix's eyes widened, his cheeks blushed strangely, but he couldn't say a word.Dimitri stared blankly at the ceiling, begging himself to survive the coming genocidal rage, pointing to Felix in particular.

"So jealous, Felix. I just took a shower, do you smell me?" Shirvan smiled: "Come on, tell me. Do I smell better than Dimitri?"

Dimitri started calling for death to take him away.

Felix walked away without a word, and Sylvain was still yelling behind him: "Hey! Talk! Felix! Which one smells better? Me or Dimitri?!"

Dimitri watched Felix go away, convinced that he would return to Lingchi Sylvain with a knife in a moment.While he was waiting for the storm to come, he couldn't help asking, "How do you know he hasn't used my brand?"

Sylvan smiled at Dimitri: "Because he smells different from you."

Dimitri stared silently at Sylvain for a full minute, and Sylvain just kept smirking at him.

"Sylvain."

"Hey."

"You're kind of disgusting."

"Wow, I'm so sad." Shirvan pouted pretendingly: "I have to always supervise my good brothers to look good, so that they can seize the opportunity when they meet the Son of Destiny."

Dimitri was too lazy to answer Shirvan's nonsense, and waited leisurely for Felix to come back to help him skin Shirvan alive.

Wait, what was he thinking?

Felix skinned Sylvan, and it was his turn next.No proof.

【Chapter5END】

Author's Note: I know that Dimitri's biography is super short. This part was originally part of the main storyline, but it didn't fit anywhere, so I took it out.