Plegia had been liberated, with Chrom defeating its king, not only avenging his sister Emmeryn but also halting the war the King of Plegia had planned.

Among Chrom's troops, joining at the last minute was Olivia, brought by Basilio, a famous dancer from Regina Ferox.

Two years had passed since Grangel, the Mad King, was defeated by Chrom and the rest of the Shepherds. During that fight, a dancer joined the group, supporting them with her dance so they could continue fighting—something she denies is true.

During those two years of peace, the dancer retired to continue performing and try to overcome her shyness, returning as soon as she learned that the Kanes of Ferox had requested Chrom's help to repel a Valm attack on Ferox's port.

After repelling the Valm attack, they knew there was no other option but to go to Plegia to request aid from the new king. The journey would be long and dangerous, requiring supplies to avoid to die embraced under the intense desert sun

Before leaving, they had returned to Ylisstol for supplies for the journey. At the barracks, you were preparing everything for the trip when that dancer approached, trying to carry a box of supplies that was clearly too much for her.

When you offered to help her, she refused. "No... I... I-I want to be useful... let me do it... please." From the effort, her face was flushed, and she finally gave in.

She gasped, exhausted, collapsing to the ground. You could only offer your hand to help her up. The discipline that dance demands made it clear she wasn't weak, but she didn't acknowledge it. "Th... Thank you... I... uh... your... name was...?" You had barely met her; you'd heard her name because of her fame as a dancer.

"Mine is... Olivia... it's a pleasure." She almost hid behind her hands, but tried to be brave, an effort that was in vain; she ended up turning her back on you.

With a clearer view of her, she was almost angelic, something you couldn't help but think. Even the sparkle she released as she walked and moved, that pink hair—you had heard about her performances; that's how you knew her before joining.

However, you had never seen her perform on a stage. You only remembered seeing her dance on the battlefield two years ago and the motivation her dance provided to keep fighting.

Finally, you cleared your throat. Olivia turned around, still hesitant. "It's... rude not to look at the person you're talking to..." she said, waiting for you to speak.

((ESP->))