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[h2]Fredehildr “Frede” Merogasque[/h2] 
[h3]Main Street, Preistella [/h3] [/center]


Fredehildr tended to wear the helmet, not due to any belief that it would affect her in combat in any way; her skin was greater protection from an enemy than even the greatest forging money could buy. She simply wore it because someone once told her that it made her appear to be more imposing of a figure, and if there was something that Frede placed great emphasis on was appearing as she believed she should appear: menacingly towards evildoers. 

That being said, Fredehildr hated helmets, often losing hers constantly, much to the chagrin of her Knight-Captain, who often questions why an individual would wear a helmet before a battle, only to take it off and throw it on the ground as if it was nothing. Just like Fredehildr did at this moment, despite combat not coming up. As she did this, she placed her greatsword on her back parallel to her arm in an imposing fashion like some sort of Japanese roleplaying game protagonist.  

“You have to be crazy to think that a few love marks on my back would do anything to dissuade me, ” Fredehildr responded, as if there was not even a doubt in her mind, a brazen, confident smile across her face. Of course, one might question the use of the word “love marks” as strange, though if questioned about it, Fredehildr would probably respond something along the lines of “Yeah, those guys are the tavern were talking in hushed tones and I thought the word sounded fun to use~” when pressed about it. 

“You said it was a tie, though? No way. I won that fair and square. A few scratches on my back ain’t gonna matter much. Got in a bit of trouble for using real weapons for sparing, but Capt’s face was priceless though. Considering that, I think it is only fair you pay for drinks today. Ain’t that how it goes?” 

… Well, it wasn’t as if Frede had ever paid for a cent if she lost anything unless it was specifically said in the contest, often forcing this obligation towards other people whenever she had the chance to. One might expect this might be due to some deep-rooted financial issue facing the Merogasque due to the loss of two heirs consecutively in battle, but that was far from the case. 

Fredehildr’s wealth was not the issue in this case. She had money to throw around any which way she wanted due to her family. If need be, the Merogasque family had assets to burn, and while their social standing perhaps was not as high as their sister family, the von Freytag, their political pull reached far into even the east due to their mercantilist hold on the trade’s flow. 

The issue was simpler than this. She simply did not like the idea of spending her own money when she could get someone else to pay for her in her stead. Notorious for borrowing money but never paying it back; that was the kind of friend Fredehildr was. 

“Up ta’ you’ though.”

She had entered the building with the intent of seeing people arrested. Those were her commands. To investigate the area, and bring whatever she had found to her lord. However, she could not imagine seeing “that” there. It was large, but not impossibly so. It was great but felt the power of existence lesser than that of “that” monster by many magnitudes. 

But it was still great. 

It was still large. 

But it didn’t matter to the knight Fredehildr. 

With bestial agility, the creature leapt at the helpless woman.

With monstrous strength, the creature struck towards the helpless woman.

… yet … 

To fight a beast one must become a beast themselves, surpassing their humanity to the realms of absurdity. That was the rule. A lowly knight was not expected to defeat a creature on his own. That would never 


With bestial agility, Fredehildr leapt in between the helpless woman and the beast.

With monstrous strength, Fredehildr struck at the beast. 

The floor itself shook at the great strength pushed between her feet and the ground, causing cobblestone and mortar and set to break in the burst of speed. 

“Sit.”

A simple command was uttered by Fredehildr as she spectacularly tried to wrestle the beast before her, attempting to stop the beast from attacking the lady and overpower him in order to defeat him. 

Regardless of if it worked or not, Fredehildr had a duty to her people. Even if she wished for fame and glory, behind this facade was a commitment to a core belief; the same that her father and brother had believed in. A commitment to the citizens she was to govern over, and those her Lord had governed over. 

“A hero has to protect the weak, right?”