She looked upon the field, staring at her father in particular. The great captain turned mercenary Jeralt Eisner. They had just finished clearing out the abandoned cathedral of students in varying condition. Her students already told to double check, leaving Edelgard and Ferdinand in charge of the two recon parties. When it happened.

Monica, a student who had gone missing before Byleth started teaching, had come by to thank her father. As she walked past, she pulled out a curved dagger and stabbed him in the back. Her eyes widened in shock, and she had used divine pulse to attempt to save him.

She had gone up to thank him. As she walked past, she pulled out a curved dagger. Byleth pulled out the sword of the creator and swung. Only for someone else to appear to proctect her. Her eyes widened in horror, and after the person moved she saw what she wished she hadn't seen again. Her father had been stabbed in the back, and she witnessed it twice.

"F-Father!" She barely got out, running to his side.

"Sorry, looks like... I'm going to have to leave you now..." he barely got out, coughing up blood. He looked up, feeling something wet fall to his cheek.

It started as a light drizzle, before becoming a waterfall. Byleth Eisner had cried for the first time.

"To think.. the first time I saw you cry... your tears would be for me." He said as he coughed up more blood. It had begun to run down the side of his face before he continued. "It's sad, and yet... I'm happy for it... thank you... kid..." He had closed his eyes for the last time. And as her father passed in her arms, it had begun to rain.