Jeritza/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Jeritza's supports in Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Note that his supports can only be unlocked on Part II of the Crimson Flower path.

Byleth (M)

Jeritza	Support information:				Byleth (M)
	C: Available in Part II	C+: Available in both parts	B: Available in Part II	B+: Available in both parts		A: Available in Part II	A+: Available in Part II	S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Jeritza: ...
(Byleth enters the room and looks at Jeritza.)
Jeritza: What's the matter? Not hungry?

What... is that...

Jeritza: I am partaking in some sweet delights. Is there a problem?

Choice 1	Choice 2
That's unexpected.	You... have a sweet tooth?
	Jeritza: Yes...

Jeritza: I am a person too... What I eat is nobody's business but my own. If you need something, spit it out. My ice cream is melting.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I don't need anything.	I came to see if you'd join me for training.
Jeritza: Then leave.	Jeritza: Perhaps after I finish devouring this treat.

Jeritza: ...

Are you really the Death Knight?

Jeritza: I am. And I am not. At the moment, I am Jeritza von Hrym. The emperor and the army know me only as the Death Knight... But he is merely an illusion—a demon who resides in my heart. He is not me. Not who I am at my core. He thrives and feasts upon blood, death, suffering... So while I sit here eating, I prefer to just be myself. Jeritza. I would like to be who I truly am. ...

...

Jeritza: I am incapable of enjoying my dessert with you gawking at me like that. I have no further words for you. Go.
Byleth: (Wow... He likes ice cream...)

B Support

(Byleth is asking people around...)
Imperial Soldier(1): Lord Jeritza? I believe he used to be a professor at the Officers Academy. It was also my understanding that he was personally recommended by Lord Arundel himself, landing him a position as a sword instructor.
Imperial Soldier(2): Whatever the case is, behind that mask of death, there is an emptiness... A void... This is probably just a rumor, but I heard he was found and taken in by Her Majesty herself... Supposedly he's the heir of the Hrym family, but I also heard he's only a distant relative who was adopted. He sure is mysterious...
(Then, Jeritza reaches Byleth.)
Jeritza: You've been asking around about me.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I have.	I have not.

Jeritza: It matters not to me, one way or the other. Do you want to know of my past?

Choice 1	Choice 2
I do.	I don't
Jeritza: Why?	Jeritza: Then why bother asking around?

Jeritza: Friend or foe. That's what you're trying to determine. But you won't find answers merely with words. There is only one path forward. Raise your sword, if you have the nerve. Raise it and fight me. If you want to know my heart, know my sword.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I must fight you?	I'm not a fan of bloodshed.
Jeritza: It's only to spar. Nobody will be slain.

Jeritza: I cannot kill you yet. The Death Knight knows that very well. I've been told to refrain from killing you until the war has ended.

Choice 1	Choice 2
By whom?	Tell me more.
Jeritza: The emperor.	Jeritza: I came to an understanding with the emperor herself and agreed to do her bidding.

Jeritza: The young emperor discovered me, long ago... Though, back then, she was still a princess. Ultimately, it was she who erased my past. She placed me into a family that was disintegrating, that I might be their heir.

Choice 1	Choice 2
Your past, you say?	So it was Edelgard...
Jeritza: Indeed. My past. My crimes for killing a useless man and his kin.

Jeritza: To survive, the Death Knight must spill blood. Left to his own devices, he would kill innocent passersby. Through the emperor's grace, he was allowed hunting grounds. That is why, to this day, I follow her. I am not yet ready to yield such fertile hunting grounds. Nor am I ready to truly fight you... Of course, were I not here to hold him back, he would cut you down without hesitation. As for me, I, too... Never mind. If you've no intention of fighting, then be gone. Perhaps it is he who is to blame, but I... I feel... oddly when I look at you...

A Support

Jeritza: The way your sword glides through the air... I am in awe... You... paired with that sword... It may bring about my end.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I would never kill an ally.	Do you want to die?
Jeritza: So weak. That weakness will be your end.	Jeritza: I... I do not know. Perhaps I do.

Jeritza: Long ago... when the Death Knight saw you in the Holy Mausoleum, I came to an understanding. That it is you, and you alone, who are capable of slaying me. Only you, with your sword, can do it. Upon reflection, I can see that our encounter was fated to happen. Ever since then, I've been thinking...

Choice 1	Choice 2
Why was I chosen?	That there are others stronger than me?
Jeritza: Why, indeed? Why was the Death Knight fixated so fervently upon you?	Jeritza: Perhaps that is so.

Jeritza: At that moment, he fell under your spell. You who wields the Sword of the Creator. And now, as I fight alongside you, I too fall victim to your spell. That I am unable to fight you is truly regrettable.

Choice 1	Choice 2
Should we fight? Here and now?	First we must end the war.
Jeritza: Now is not the time.	Jeritza: Yes, I suppose that is true. This futile, pointless war. Let us end it quickly, then.

Jeritza: Uniting Fódlan and overthrowing the church are mere trivialities to me. All I truly need is you... You, and nothing else.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I... It feels like you like me...	That sounds very nice...
Jeritza: Perhaps that is true, viewed in a certain light.	Jeritza: It does. In the meantime, continue to strengthen your swordplay.

Jeritza: And please don't get yourself killed by some foolish brigands. You must live, that we might fight one another to the death. I must know which one of us will emerge victorious. For now, I will have to use my imagination and savor the potential outcomes of that future. I can see it now. You, swiftly dodging my blade, and then at last, your sword piercing my flesh. I stumble to the ground, gasping for air, breathing my last. Or perhaps... Perhaps my blade will pierce you first.

Do you... really want to keep going with this?

Jeritza: No. That is enough. I must refrain from such fantasies—they make my urge to slay you all the stronger. It is enough to stand by your side while I await that day of true pleasure.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I am counting on you.	I look forward to fighting you.

Jeritza: Indeed. You and I are fated to be intertwined. I will follow you to the very gates of hell.

S Support

Shambhala, the Underground City*

Jeritza: Huh! Hyah!
(Jeritza swings his blade.)
Agarthan Soldier: Hya!
(The Agarthan soldier falls)
Jeritza: Utterly boring. These kills are worth less than nothing to me. Are you done? Let's move on already.

Jeritza: The war has ended, and yet this incessant swatting at flies never ceases. I have yet to claim my moment to kill you, it would seem.

Choice 1	Choice 2
We will settle this.	You won't be killing me.
Jeritza: Yes, we will. It is all that I live for now.	Jeritza: Ah, or will I? The clash of spirits fighting for their lives—battle is the one thing that puts blood in my veins.

Jeritza: Funny, is it not? That we should fight toward the same end, only to vanquish one another in time.

Choice 1	Choice 2
It's rare to see you smile.	You won't be killing me.
Jeritza: I do not quite know how to articulate these curious feelings... I think it could be described as... contentment? Perhaps it stems from discovering such a creature as you...	Jeritza: Perhaps funny was a poor word choice. Happy. Content. Yes, those are better words.

Jeritza: All this time, I had determined it was the Death Knight who was drawn to you... Yet, fighting alongside you, I have come to realize that you are the only being who truly means anything to me. Once we exterminate the rats lurking below ground, and all of this madness is settled... Once that finally happens, all of this will long be forgotten. And we shall indulge in the finer things. Together.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I look forward to it.	Until that day comes, you must survive.

Jeritza: Indeed. I abandoned all that I am. My true name, whatever remnants were left of my past... But now, with the chance to fight you... It is my only reason for existing. I finally understand. It is you alone who can slay the demon that lives inside of me... The Death Knight... This strange feeling rising up within me... Is this what is called...love?

Choice 1	Choice 2
It may be.	I feel the same way.

Jeritza: That... pleases me. Let us away, then. Beyond these shadows that we have dwelt in for so long. To the very depths of hell, I will tumble down with you.

Byleth (F)

Jeritza	Support information:				Byleth (F)
	C: Available in Part II	C+: Available in both parts	B: Available in Part II	B+: Available in both parts		A: Available in Part II	A+: Available in Part II	S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Jeritza: ...
(Byleth enters the room and looks at Jeritza.)
Jeritza: What's the matter? Not hungry?

What... is that...

Jeritza: I am partaking in some sweet delights. Is there a problem?

Choice 1	Choice 2
That's unexpected.	You... have a sweet tooth?
	Jeritza: Yes...

Jeritza: I am a person too... What I eat is nobody's business but my own. If you need something, spit it out. My ice cream is melting.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I don't need anything.	I came to see if you'd join me for training.
Jeritza: Then leave.	Jeritza: Perhaps after I finish devouring this treat.

Jeritza: ...

Are you really the Death Knight?

Jeritza: I am. And I am not. At the moment, I am Jeritza von Hrym. The emperor and the army know me only as the Death Knight... But he is merely an illusion—a demon who resides in my heart. He is not me. Not who I am at my core. He thrives and feasts upon blood, death, suffering... So while I sit here eating, I prefer to just be myself. Jeritza. I would like to be who I truly am. ...

...

Jeritza: I am incapable of enjoying my dessert with you gawking at me like that. I have no further words for you. Go.
Byleth: (Wow... He likes ice cream...)

B Support

(Byleth is asking people around...)
Imperial Soldier(1): Lord Jeritza? I believe he used to be a professor at the Officers Academy. It was also my understanding that he was personally recommended by Lord Arundel himself, landing him a position as a sword instructor.
Imperial Soldier(2): Whatever the case is, behind that mask of death, there is an emptiness... A void... This is probably just a rumor, but I heard he was found and taken in by Her Majesty herself... Supposedly he's the heir of the Hrym family, but I also heard he's only a distant relative who was adopted. He sure is mysterious...
(Then, Jeritza reaches Byleth.)
Jeritza: You've been asking around about me.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I have.	I have not.

Jeritza: It matters not to me, one way or the other. Do you want to know of my past?

Choice 1	Choice 2
I do.	I don't
Jeritza: Why?	Jeritza: Then why bother asking around?

Jeritza: Friend or foe. That's what you're trying to determine. But you won't find answers merely with words. There is only one path forward. Raise your sword, if you have the nerve. Raise it and fight me. If you want to know my heart, know my sword.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I must fight you?	I'm not a fan of bloodshed.
Jeritza: It's only to spar. Nobody will be slain.

Jeritza: I cannot kill you yet. The Death Knight knows that very well. I've been told to refrain from killing you until the war has ended.

Choice 1	Choice 2
By whom?	Tell me more.
Jeritza: The emperor.	Jeritza: I came to an understanding with the emperor herself and agreed to do her bidding.

Jeritza: The young emperor discovered me, long ago... Though, back then, she was still a princess. Ultimately, it was she who erased my past. She placed me into a family that was disintegrating, that I might be their heir.

Choice 1	Choice 2
Your past, you say?	So it was Edelgard...
Jeritza: Indeed. My past. My crimes for killing a useless man and his kin.

Jeritza: To survive, the Death Knight must spill blood. Left to his own devices, he would kill innocent passersby. Through the emperor's grace, he was allowed hunting grounds. That is why, to this day, I follow her. I am not yet ready to yield such fertile hunting grounds. Nor am I ready to truly fight you... Of course, were I not here to hold him back, he would cut you down without hesitation. As for me, I, too... Never mind. If you've no intention of fighting, then be gone. Perhaps it is he who is to blame, but I... I feel... oddly when I look at you...

A Support

Jeritza: The way your sword glides through the air... I am in awe... You... paired with that sword... It may bring about my end.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I would never kill an ally.	Do you want to die?
Jeritza: So weak. That weakness will be your end.	Jeritza: I... I do not know. Perhaps I do.

Jeritza: Long ago... when the Death Knight saw you in the Holy Mausoleum, I came to an understanding. That it is you, and you alone, who are capable of slaying me. Only you, with your sword, can do it. Upon reflection, I can see that our encounter was fated to happen. Ever since then, I've been thinking...

Choice 1	Choice 2
Why was I chosen?	That there are others stronger than me?
Jeritza: Why, indeed? Why was the Death Knight fixated so fervently upon you?	Jeritza: Perhaps that is so.

Jeritza: At that moment, he fell under your spell. You who wields the Sword of the Creator. And now, as I fight alongside you, I too fall victim to your spell. That I am unable to fight you is truly regrettable.

Choice 1	Choice 2
Should we fight? Here and now?	First we must end the war.
Jeritza: Now is not the time.	Jeritza: Yes, I suppose that is true. This futile, pointless war. Let us end it quickly, then.

Jeritza: Uniting Fódlan and overthrowing the church are mere trivialities to me. All I truly need is you... You, and nothing else.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I... It feels like you like me...	That sounds very nice...
Jeritza: Perhaps that is true, viewed in a certain light.	Jeritza: It does. In the meantime, continue to strengthen your swordplay.

Jeritza: And please don't get yourself killed by some foolish brigands. You must live, that we might fight one another to the death. I must know which one of us will emerge victorious. For now, I will have to use my imagination and savor the potential outcomes of that future. I can see it now. You, swiftly dodging my blade, and then at last, your sword piercing my flesh. I stumble to the ground, gasping for air, breathing my last. Or perhaps... Perhaps my blade will pierce you first.

Do you... really want to keep going with this?

Jeritza: No. That is enough. I must refrain from such fantasies—they make my urge to slay you all the stronger. It is enough to stand by your side while I await that day of true pleasure.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I am counting on you.	I look forward to fighting you.

Jeritza: Indeed. You and I are fated to be intertwined. I will follow you to the very gates of hell.

S Support

Shambhala, the Underground City*

Jeritza: Huh! Hyah!
(Jeritza swings his blade.)
Agarthan Soldier: Hya!
(The Agarthan soldier falls)
Jeritza: Utterly boring. These kills are worth less than nothing to me. Are you done? Let's move on already.

Jeritza: The war has ended, and yet this incessant swatting at flies never ceases. I have yet to claim my moment to kill you, it would seem.

Choice 1	Choice 2
We will settle this.	You won't be killing me.
Jeritza: Yes, we will. It is all that I live for now.	Jeritza: Ah, or will I? The clash of spirits fighting for their lives—battle is the one thing that puts blood in my veins.

Jeritza: Funny, is it not? That we should fight toward the same end, only to vanquish one another in time.

Choice 1	Choice 2
It's rare to see you smile.	You won't be killing me.
Jeritza: I do not quite know how to articulate these curious feelings... I think it could be described as... contentment? Perhaps it stems from discovering such a creature as you...	Jeritza: Perhaps funny was a poor word choice. Happy. Content. Yes, those are better words.

Jeritza: All this time, I had determined it was the Death Knight who was drawn to you... Yet, fighting alongside you, I have come to realize that you are the only being who truly means anything to me. Once we exterminate the rats lurking below ground, and all of this madness is settled... Once that finally happens, all of this will long be forgotten. And we shall indulge in the finer things. Together.

Choice 1	Choice 2
I look forward to it.	Until that day comes, you must survive.

Jeritza: Indeed. I abandoned all that I am. My true name, whatever remnants were left of my past... But now, with the chance to fight you... It is my only reason for existing. I finally understand. It is you alone who can slay the demon that lives inside of me... The Death Knight... This strange feeling rising up within me... Is this what is called... love?

Choice 1	Choice 2
It may be.	I feel the same way.

Jeritza: That... pleases me. Let us away, then. Beyond these shadows that we have dwelt in for so long. To the very depths of hell, I will tumble down with you.

Mercedes

Jeritza	Support information:			Mercedes
	C: Available in Part II	C+: Available in both parts	B: Available in Part II		B+: Available in both parts	A: Available in Part II	A+: Available in Part II	S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Mercedes: I never imagined I'd see you again.
Jeritza: Indeed...
Mercedes: Emile, I've missed you so much. How long has it been since we last spoke?
Jeritza: Since you left House Bartels. I was eight.
Mercedes: And just look at you now! All grown up. I notice that you still indulge in sweets. It makes me happy to see that you're still the same in some ways.

Jeritza: Hm... It has been some time since I've tasted such a thing...
Mercedes: Well, of course. That's because this is a recipe only Mother and I know of. Oh no! You've gotten crumbs all over your face. Sit still while I wipe them off.
Jeritza: Stop it.
Mercedes: Oh, come on. Allow me to be your big sis. It won't hurt you to indulge me.
Jeritza: Mercedes. The little brother you once loved... He is no longer here.
Mercedes: It doesn't matter to me how you've changed. You will always be my baby brother. You are precious to both me and to Mother.
Jeritza: Mother is well, I assume...
Mercedes: She is very well! You should send her a letter. She'd be so thrilled!
Jeritza: I suppose.
Mercedes: Mother has always borne a deep regret over what happened. We should have brought you with us... We never intended to leave you alone with House Bartels.
Jeritza: Perhaps not. But it was wise of Mother to have only taken you. As the heir, if she had taken me, Father would have searched relentlessly for us all. And... had he found us... I feel certain he'd have killed you both.
Mercedes: Yes... That's what Mother said too. He'd have done exactly that. You know, I've heard about what happened... About killing the family of House Bartels.
Jeritza: And? Are you afraid of me? Or... do you despise me?
Mercedes: Neither of those. That isn't why I bring this up. I understand your reasons, but it's a terrible thing to take a life. You understood that even then. I've been waiting a very long time to ask you. Why did you do it? Why did you kill your father?
Jeritza: Because I wanted to.
Mercedes: I know you're avoiding my question. I can hear it in your voice. I won't ask any further if you don't want to tell me why. But... just let me know if you ever feel ready to talk to me about it.
Jeritza: Understood. The time may eventually come.
Mercedes: Until then, I'll wait patiently.

B Support

Mercedes: Hello, Emile. The war council is about to begin— come on!
Jeritza: ...
Mercedes: What's the matter? You're so pale... Have you been injured?
Jeritza: ...
Mercedes: Emile? Ah!
Jeritza: Must... slay... more...
Mercedes: What?
Jeritza: There is no pleasure to be had in these halls... My thirst is unbearable... Perhaps bathing in your blood will help satiate me...
Mercedes: Emile? Wait... You... you're not Emile. You're the Death Knight. You may look like him, but you are not him. He would never say such a thing.
Jeritza: What care I for names? I care only to kill or be killed.
Mercedes: I see. So you want to kill me? Then do as you must— it is within your rights.
Jeritza: My... rights?
Mercedes: Mother and I must be the reason the Death Knight exists within you. A young boy left all alone in House Bartels without us... I can't imagine how lonely and terrible that must have been. To our half-siblings who bore no Crests, we were nothing more than... intruders. Their horrible words and violent actions were only bearable because the three of us supported one another through it... All alone in a place like that... It's little wonder that you broke down as you have. We should have rescued you. We should have offered ourselves to save you.
Jeritza: Nonsense...
Mercedes: However, we cannot turn back the hands of time. Atonement is all I have for you now.

Jeritza: You don't understand anything...
Mercedes: Emile?
Jeritza: The day you left, 18 years ago... I told Mother to leave me there.
Mercedes: Wh-what? But why did you do such a thing?
Jeritza: I... wanted to protect you. I am glad that we are reunited. I am happy that you are alive. I... I am so sorry, my dear sister.
(Jeritza leaves)
Mercedes: Emile...

A Support

Jeritza: You trust too much. Allowing someone who has turned their blade on you to come near...
Mercedes: Because there are two sides to you, you fear that I endanger myself?
Jeritza: I am nothing more than a merciless killer. A demon whose only pleasure is found within death's shadow. Such a creature should not be allowed near you, dear sister.
Mercedes: Just what are you implying, Emile?
Jeritza: I have come to bid you farewell. Today, I will leave the monastery for good. If I stay, it is only a matter of time before I hurt you. Just like I did those in House Bartels.
Mercedes: You can't leave... But if it must be so, then answer me this before you depart. Why did you kill your father?
Jeritza: ...On the day I took his life, Father had just discovered that you and Mother were hiding at a church in the Kingdom. He was considering bringing both of you back home, but by then, Mother was past the age to bear children. And so he proclaimed that he would take the only other female of the Lamine bloodline... That he would take you as his wife. What happened after that... I remember nothing of it. How I killed him or what his final words were.
Mercedes: You... You did it for me. To protect me...
Jeritza: Regardless of reasons, a demon is a demon. I have said enough.
Mercedes: Hold on! That isn't fair!
Jeritza: Not fair?
Mercedes: No! You can't just tell me all of that and then vanish forever. Please stay. At least until this horrible war meets its end. I want you around just a while longer...
Jeritza: But... all that I do results in harm to others... You saw it yourself. The demon that lives within bares his fangs indiscriminately. You... know all of this, and still you wish for me to remain?
Mercedes: Even if I am hurt—or worse yet, killed—if it is by your hand, then I will find peace. I am and will always be your big sister, Emile.
Jeritza: Mercedes, I...
Mercedes: I love you, Emile. That never changes. Understand?
Jeritza: I understand... Then... I will remain here a while longer. Until we see this war through, I will remain by your side.

Bernadetta

Jeritza	Support information:			Bernadetta
	C: Available in Part II	C+: Available in both parts	B: Available in Part II		B+: Available in both parts	A: Available in Part II	A+: Available in Part II	S: Select before final chapter

C Support

(At night)

Death Knight: ...
Bernadetta: Aaaah!
Death Knight: Hm?
Bernadetta: Ah... Aaaah!

(Some time later, in the infirmary)

Bernadetta: Hm? Huh? Ugh... I must've had a nightmare...
Jeritza: You're awake.
Bernadetta: Aaaah! I mean, um... um... uuuh! Yeh... Yuh... Yooo...
Jeritza: Jeritza.
Bernadetta: Uh, yeah! That's it. Professor Jeritza!
Jeritza: I'm not a professor.
Bernadetta: Wait, what? You're not Professor Jeritza?! Oh, yeah! Professor Jeritza always wears a mask. So then... Uh... Who are you?
Jeritza: Jeritza.
Bernadetta: Uh... I don't understand! Look... Are you Professor Jeritza, or aren't you? Please, make yourself clear!
Jeritza: I am Jeritza, but I am not a professor.
Bernadetta: A Jeritza who is not a professor... So there are two Jeritzas running around the Monastery?
Jeritza: ...
Bernadetta: Oh, wait... Ah! Aha! I got it. I get it now! You're no longer a professor, therefore you're just Jeritza. Plain old Jeritza. Our professor isn't a professor anymore, either, but doesn't mind the title. I guess I figured you'd be fine with being called professor as well.
Jeritza: When I was teaching, it was simply a task. Nothing more.
Bernadetta: I don't really get it, but it sounds like there's a lot going on in that skull of yours, Jeritza. Oh, Bernie, what the heck are you even doing in the infirmary?
Jeritza: You took one look at me and passed out.
Bernadetta: Huh? Don't be silly. There's absolutely no reason I'd faint at the sight of you, Jeritz—
Jeritza: ...
Bernadetta: I... Uh... Uh! I'm coming down with a sudden cold, I think. Yeah! I've...uh...gotta run to my room!

B Support

Bernadetta: Jeritza?
Jeritza: What.
Bernadetta: Heh heh, I've got it all figured out.
Jeritza: Hm?
Bernadetta: Your true identity!
Jeritza: Hmm...
Bernadetta: If my detective skills are correct, then you... are... The Death Knight! ...Right?!
Jeritza: Everyone already knows that.
Bernadetta: Huh? What? Everyone knows? But...how?! Ugh, and here I thought that I had uncovered your big, spooky secret. Oh, Bernie... you're such a shut-in that you missed the biggest news in town...
Jeritza: ...
Bernadetta: So here's the deal, Jeritza. You've gotta tell me a secret about you that nobody else knows.
Jeritza: Why?
Bernadetta: Because! I sleuthed for hours upon hours! That's gotta be rewarded!
Jeritza: Just stop.
Bernadetta: Aw, come on. Please? Oh, oh! I know! I've got it! Why do you wear that crazy-looking armor when you're pretending to be the Death Knight? Are you just into the look of it? You like spooky stuff?
Jeritza: Well... I may have been drawn to that aspect. To look sinister. To embody death.
Bernadetta: Oh, I see! I thought, maybe you put on that mask and armor because, just like ol' Bernie, you don't like talking to people.
Jeritza: ...
Bernadetta: Heh heh...
Jeritza: There may be some truth to that. Talking to people is intolerable.
Bernadetta: Oh yeah?! I think I'm sensing a real kinship between us! So with that whole spooky getup on, it allowed you to speak to people with confidence!
Jeritza: No...
Bernadetta: Oh, hey, Jeritza? Don't tell anyone about this, OK? This is our little secret!
Jeritza: I don't mind, but... I also don't understand.

A Support

Jeritza: Lately, I've noticed that our lunch times seem to coincide with one another's, and I—
Bernadetta: Oh no! Am I bothering you? I am, aren't I? I knew you were getting too carried away, Bernie! I mean, it's no wonder you don't wanna have lunch with me anymore. Just having me around probably makes your food taste awful...
Jeritza: My food tastes the same as it always does. I was merely stating a fact about our lunches.
Bernadetta: Oh...
Jeritza: But I am curious as to why you want to eat with me. It isn't that you—
Bernadetta: Aaah! Please forgive me! I am so sorry I've been using you to avoid people! The truth is, hardly anyone ever comes near us, and it's been such a relief!
Jeritza: That's it? Well, then. I don't mind.
Bernadetta: Huh? You... don't?
Jeritza: When last we spoke, you mentioned feeling a kinship to me... So I wondered if you were thinking that we may be... kindred spirits, of a sort.
Bernadetta: Oh? Uh... Hmm... I... I mean, of course not, Jeritza! I didn't mean anything like that at all! Ha! Kindred spirits?! Us?! Ha... ha... Haaa... But I mean... Totally hypothetical here, but, uh... If I did think we were kindred spirits, would... uh... there be a problem with that?
Jeritza: Yes. There would. The reason I dislike people... is because if I don't keep my distance, it is only a matter of time before I kill them. If you continue spending time near me, death may find its way to you.
Bernadetta: Uh... Oooh. I see. I, uh... I'm not quite sure how to say this, but... I'm willing to take the risk. I mean, we're in the middle of a war! I could die at any point now, even tomorrow! So if being near you means feeling comfortable during my final hours, well, that sounds like a pretty good deal to me!
Jeritza: ...
Bernadetta: I... wasn't entirely honest with you just now, about the whole kindred spirits thingy... Want the real truth? I actually think we are. You and I have a whole lot in common. We both had a dark, troubling past. We both built walls around ourselves in response to that, to keep people out. Me, I take all my past hurts out on myself, but you... Jeritza, you take yours out on the world. Maybe that's why you harm people.
Jeritza: Hmm...
Bernadetta: Uh. Uh! Ah! That was really overstepping, wasn't it? I'm sorry!
Jeritza: ...

Constance

Jeritza	Support information:			Constance
	C: Available in Part II	C+: Available in both parts	B: Available in Part II		B+: Available in both parts	A: Available in Part II	A+: Available in Part II	S: Select before final chapter

C Support

Constance: Well, well... Look who it is. Emile?! It is you, isn't it? Are you feeling more talkative than when I saw you last?
Jeritza: Do not call me that.
Constance: Oh, look at you. From professor at the Officers Academy to an Imperial general... Though you seem idle enough now. Might you spare a moment for a proper apology?
Jeritza: ...
Constance: Could you not have even informed me when dear Mercedes left House Bartels? To say nothing of the scandal you caused... Granted, I can hardly blame you, that family being what it was. But did it never occur to you that I ought to have been consulted?! We've only known each other since childhood! Such callousness! Such rank insensitivity! Emile! Are you listening?!
Jeritza: ...
Constance: You think you can escape? Ahaha! I won't be denied this time. You may think yourself skilled with a blade, but remember that my spellwork is peerless. Dealing with you would be no more than a murmured word and a flick of a finger.
Jeritza: ...Restrain yourself, Constance.
Constance: I am the model of restraint. On the contrary, Emile, it is you who insists on being so—
Jeritza: I said not to call me that.
Constance: You know I've not slipped from using General Jeritza in public. And this is the thanks I get?

If Mercedes is alive and has been recruited

Constance: Tell me, have you had a proper chat with Mercedes? You have, surely.

Constance: Ugh. You've always been the sort to keep your own counsel and let others draw their own conclusions.
Jeritza: Would it kill you to be silent for once?
Constance: Emile, stop! This isn't over!

B Support

Jeritza: Hey.
Constance: Ahaha! Did you send for me, Emile?
Jeritza: Stop gossiping about me.
Constance: Gossiping? About you? You wound me, Emile. So what if your name falls from my lips now and then?
Jeritza: If you speak of my past, there will be consequences.
Constance: I am aware. I have been silent regarding you secretly being of House Bartels. No. When I speak of you, I bandy gentler truths, such as your fondness for kittens and ice cream. All the silly little details that make you seem human.
Jeritza: Those details are nobody's business but mine.
Constance: Oh, Emile, do you have any notion what the rank and file say about you?
Jeritza: No.
Constance: They use words like "unapproachable", "menacing", and "inscrutable". Regardless of your skill with a blade, fighting a war as if it were a long series of duels will end in death.
Jeritza: I see that you are still... unhappy with me.
Constance: Ahaha! Whatever do you mean?
Jeritza: The battlefield is solitary, in the end. I've no interest in camaraderie with soldiers.
Constance: Are you implying that, in combat, you are an utterly matchless warrior? That you can vanquish any foe singlehandedly? That you need no cohort supporting you? How perfectly presumptuous! Even I can admit my reliance upon others.
Jeritza: ...
Constance: While you fight, who stands beside you to gauge the tide of battle? Who eliminate the archers aiming for you? Who heals whatever injuries you might sustain? These are questions you should be asking yourself, Emile. I ask them for you because we are old friends.
Jeritza: Always quick to cut to the heart of the matter.
Constance: Just as you are ever an ache in my side.

If Mercedes is alive and has been recruited

Constance: Which is nothing compared to the ulcers your sister must have developed, given your attitude.

Jeritza: Whatever. But... there is a truth in your words. However, it is not up for discussion. Stop gossiping about me.
Constance: I shall... consider it.

A Support

Constance: I must thank you, Emile.
Jeritza: Why?
Constance: You came to my aid in that recent skirmish. I loathe being in anyone's debt, so I brought something as thanks. How it warms my heart to see you taking my advice about learning to work with others!
Jeritza: I... do not recall...
Constance: You don't recall working with others? Or you don't recall coming to my aid?
Jeritza: The creature that you saw... is me and is not me.
Constance: Hmm. That sounds perfectly meaningless, and yet I may know exactly what you mean. That aside, this should serve to balance the scales between us. Here.
Jeritza: This...
Constance: It's the same variety of flower you would give to me, those many years ago. I found it at a florist in town. Though I suppose you memory of those days isn't as sharp as mine.
Jeritza: I remember this. I gave you a rose when Count Nuvelle brought you along on his visit to House Bartels. I used to tend to the roses with Mercedes and Mother in the garden.
Constance: So you do remember. The garden of House Bartels did tend to make an impression.
Jeritza: Mother and Mercedes were always so blissful when they spent time there.
Constance: You picked a rose and gave it to me, like the knights in the stories. Your story took a tragic turn... Time has had its way with you.
Jeritza: I thought the same upon seeing you.
Constance: Your sympathy is noted. Out of the two of us, only I could be said to have aged gracefully.
Jeritza: We cannot go back in time. That was my meaning.
Constance: Do not be so hasty. Anything lost can be regained. The garden may be gone by now, but that will change once I have rebuilt House Nuvelle! You'll see when you walk into the grand rose garden I will shall have planted in the center of the estate. You'll come and see it, won't you, Emile?

If Mercedes is alive and has been recruited

Constance: Along with Mercedes and your mother, of course.

Jeritza: You believe you are capable of that?
Constance: With you assisting me? It is practically guaranteed.
Jeritza: Is it now...
Constance: Some will undoubtedly take forceful issue with the restoration. That's where you come in. What a privilege I am granting you, to play a part in the return of my noble house! Ahaha!
Jeritza: Hm-hm...
Constance: A smile? Spreading across your face? Now that is a rare blossom indeed.
Jeritza: Only in the company of a select few.