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With Byleth (Male)

C Support

B Support

A Support

S Support

With Byleth (Female)

C Support

B Support

A Support

With Dimitri

C Support

  • Ingrid: Thank you for sparring with me, Your Highness. It seems despite how hard I've worked, I'm still no match for you.
  • Dimitri: Oh, there's no need for such humility. Thanks to all of your hard work, you're improving rapidly.
  • Ingrid: If you're going to praise me, it should at least be after I've won a match against you.
  • Dimitri: You know, Ingrid... I may be the victor when we cross spears on foot like this... But on horseback, your handling of a lance is fat superior. Can't I be allowed to have my own area of expertise?
  • Ingrid: No, I cannot allow that. It's my duty to get stronger, to fight with all I have in defense of the Kingdom and its people.
  • Dimitri: Such high stakes. By the way, where did you learn that fierce jab of yours? I'm pretty sure the only other person I've seen perform that move is Glen...
  • Ingrid: So, you recognized it? Yes, he shared much with me.
  • Dimitri: I thought as much. I never imagined I would be on the receiving end of one of his techniques again. Glenn and I once studied under the same instructor. I've sparred with him more times than I can count.
  • Ingrid: Ah, yes–he was never short on praise for you! "Lord Dimitri is incredible–such skill! There's no way I'll ever outmatch him!" Things of that sort.
  • Dimitri: Well no! He never said any of that to me.
  • Ingrid: Well, he was Felix's brother. That family's not big on displays of affection.
  • Dimitri: That is true. We spent about as much time arguing as we did training. I can't believe it's been nine years since the Tragedy of Duscur... Since we lost Glenn, along with so many others.
  • Ingrid: So it has. Time moves quickly. Things have changed so much. Despite the sorrow, I intend to become a powerful knight. A knight like yourself...and like Glenn. I will do so for the sake of my homeland, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, and for all who have died protecting it. To that end...I hope you will spar with me again in the future, Your Highness.
  • Dimitri: It would be my pleasure. After all, I value our training sessions as much as you do.

B Support

B Support 1

  • Dimitri: Ingrid... I've been doing some thinking, and it occurs to me that I owe you an apology.
  • Ingrid: What? Why do you seem so serious?
  • Dimitri: In a just world, you would be happily married to Glenn. He...he truly loved you. And it's clear that you cared deeply for him as well. But on that awful night, he died right before my eyes. I could do nothing to prevent it. In a way, I'm responsible for you losing the joyous future that should have been yours. I know my words can change nothing but... I'm so sorry, Ingrid.
  • Ingrid: No, You Highness. There's...there's no need to apologize. Glenn's death... It still doesn't feel real. I always looked up to Glenn. He was the very picture of a perfect knight–noble and virtuous. In the end, he laid down his life–the ultimate sacrifice. I feel proud of him in ways that words can't quantify.
  • Dimitri: Proud? Truly?
  • Ingrid: That's right. I feel proud that he died for those he was sworn to protect. Proud that he passed from this realm to the next a perfect knight.
  • Dimitri: Are you really trying to turn his needless death into an ideal to uphold? Gah, you and he are so alike.
  • Ingrid: Needless death? How can you say that? Glenn gave his life for you–for everyone–and this is how you speak of his sacrifice?
  • Dimitri: You weren't there. You didn't witness his last moment. If you had, you wouldn't feel that way.
  • Ingrid: I don't care to hear your interpretation of his final moments! He was and will always be an ideal knight!
  • Dimitri: You would do well to rethink that ideal, my friend.
  • Ingrid: Pardon me? He served in your guard! He took great pride in what he did–in protecting you! The very least you can do...is not spit on his memory! If you'll excuse me.
  • Dimitri: What is the matter with me?

B Support 2

  • Ingrid: Your Highness. I've come to apologize. I mismanaged my feelings and got carried away. I've been thinking about what might have made you say the things you did... I was so caught up in the moment, and in my own feelings, that I didn't think of what yours might be.
  • Dimitri: No... I should be the one to apologize. I did not intend to say such things. I lashed out like a child. You were right to rebuke me. I am disgusted by my own inability to express myself. Will you allow me to explain?
  • Ingrid: Of course.
  • Dimitri: At the Tragedy of Duscur, I saw countless corpses. Of course, I saw his too...Glenn's. Ingrid, I doubt you would have been able to see him. They were unable to bring his body back, after all. He must have died an agonizing death, full of pain and regret. That is what I saw in his face.
  • Ingrid: ...
  • Dimitri: In that wasteland, there were no beautiful, proud deaths that could have been written about in heroic tales. Not one. I do not want you to die a death like that. Not even for the sake of loyalty or duty.
  • Ingrid: A king must, at times, order his soldiers and knights to fight and die on his behalf. Their lives must be used for the greater good–this is something any good king understands innately. Any king who doesn't allow people to die on his behalf is too soft to rule well.
  • Dimitri: You leave me little room for argument. Have I disappointed you?
  • Ingrid: No. I chose to serve you because of how you are. As a knight, I will stand by your side and uphold our soft–hearted ideals.
  • Dimitri: What has change, Ingrid? You were so obstinate the other day...
  • Ingrid: I've realized that I haven't been facing a very important truth. Because of you, I can finally move on. Thank you.
  • Dimitri: Hm...

A Support

  • Dimitri: Aha! Finally, you score a point against me on the ground. You have improved, Ingrid.
  • Ingid: That was nothing more than a fluke. My technique was horribly sloppy that last round.
  • Dimitri: It does not matter what sort of technique it was. You won. If this had been a real battle, I would be dead. You wielded your lance well, without any hesitation. Has your approach changed?
  • Ingid: You may recall when I said I'm now able to move on. Because of you.
  • Dimitri: I remember. What did you mean by it?
  • Ingid: That I finally understand a truth about Glen... It sounds as though he died with a heavy heart–a heart that carried regret. I had suspected as much. But instead of acknowledging it, I twisted my memory of him to fit an ideal I've been upholding.
  • Dimitri: I see...
  • Ingid: Your Highness. I will not sacrifice my life for anyone. But perhaps, instead, I can live my life for someone. I will pledge my life to you.
  • Dimitri: And...how exactly am I meant to interpret that?
  • Ingid: However you please, Your Highness...
  • Dimitri: Oh? Well then... Ingrid, when this is all over, I want you to– Um...to support and defend me. As my knight. I have been thinking of telling you this for a long time. We get along well, you and I.
  • Ingid: As your knight! Yes, yes of course! Of course I will. I intended to do so for your–For the sake of the Kingdom. Together, Your Highness, You and I. Our first order of business–putting this tragic war to an end!
  • Dimitri: Yes. And while we're at it... Do not die on me, Ingrid. Promise me that.
  • Ingid: Yes, Your Highness. I swear it on my lance.

With Claude

C Support

B Support

A Support

A Support 1

A Support 2

With Bernadetta

C Support

B Support

With Dorothea

C Support

  • Dorothea: Ingrid? Do you have a moment? We're going to perform an opera in the cathedral.
  • Ingrid: Uh...we are?
  • Dorothea: Yes! It's a small one, but I need some volunteers. Let me tell you, Alois is very excited. He's already doing a ton of work for the show.
  • Ingrid: I see... What's it about?
  • Dorothea: Classic opera fare. A tragic love story. A princess who falls in love with a handsome commoner. But our princess, she carries the fate of her country on her shoulders... And no matter how in love she is, she can't just marry whoever she wants... Or can she?
  • Ingrid: That's quite a story—sounds tragic and beautiful. Who will be playing the princess?
  • Dorothea: Me. I was a singer in an opera company, though I hope I'm not being too presumptuous casting myself. Even if you're not interested in being part of hte production, you will come to see it, won't you? I'm asking everyone to dress up properly. I want it to be a stylish and elegant night.
  • Ingrid: That does sound quite lovely... And I do want to go, but I...um...
  • Dorothea: Please don't worry if you can't make it. I understand we're doing this on such short notice.
  • Ingrid: No, no! It's not that. I just...uh... I struggle with the elegant part of things. I don't really do myself up in elegant clothing and makeup and such.
  • Dorothea: If fashion's your concern, lady, you're in luck.
  • Ingrid: I am?
  • Dorothea: If you don't dress for the ocasion, no one will take you seriously. But don't worry about a thing. I'll happily work my magic on you. When it's time, I'll meet you in your room. We'll make you the most beautiful woman in the theater.
  • Ingrid: Oh, goodness. OK...

B Support

With Dedue

C Support

B Support

A Support

With Felix

C Support

  • Ingrid: Felix, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. Time for our tactics lecture. You'll be there, won't you?
  • Felix: Those things are such a waste of time.
  • Ingrid: Nonsense. You're going to be there.
  • Felix: Must I?
  • Ingrid: Why is this such a chore? You went last time. Though you did all you could to disrupt things, as I recall. Brazenly rambling on about clear-cutting a nearby forest to secure a marching route. And attacking an enemy base, stealing their horses. You were incredibly disruptive and even rude.
  • Felix: I was offering my honest opinion.
  • Ingrid: Then, you left before we were finished! What do you suppose happened after that?
  • Felix: I have no idea.
  • Ingrid: Well, the conversation got quite lively. We all began breaking down the viability of your somewhat maniacal plan. And apparently, similar tactics have been used to turn the tides of historic battles.
  • Felix: That may be an exaggeration. Successful armies must be able to handle unexpected situations. That starts with weapon mastery and creative tactics.
  • Ingrid: If you didn't have so much battlefield experience, you wouldn't be capable of such unique strategies. Which is why we need people like you—people who think creatively—to lead the army.
  • Felix: Now you're just massaging my ego.
  • Ingrid: When have you ever minded? We need you there. Just come on.
  • Felix: Mm-hmm.

B Support

  • Ingrid: ...
  • Felix: Hello.
  • Ingrid: Oh, hello. Have you been there long? I was absorbed in this book.
  • Felix: Another silly legend?
  • Ingrid: First of all, they're not silly. And second of all, no. It's an essay that speaks to uncommon and challenging battle scenarios. I've been researching such things since you proposed your unique strategy. Listen to this—"Your commander gives orders that put your hometown in extreme danger. Do you carry out the order or protect your hometown?"
  • Felix: What nonsense. I was talking about real-world tactics, not some dumb ethical question.
  • Ingrid: Whatever your personal feelings on the matter, I see similarities between such tactics and these "dumb" ethical questions. I haven't read beyond this one, but I think the obvious answer is to follow your commander.
  • Felix: ...
  • Ingrid: The duty and pride of being a knight demand that you follow orders, regardless of your own feelings. But if I were put in such a position, I don't know how I'd fare... In fact, were someone to carry out those orders, I know that I'd attempt to stop them.
  • Felix: Stop bothering with all this. You're not meant to be a knight. Go find a husband.
  • Ingrid: Excuse me?
  • Felix: You heard me.
  • Ingrid: I know you hate the ideals of chivalry and pride. So much so, you prefer to escape your duty as your family's heir. You have no right to criticize me for my ideals.
  • Felix: Perhaps not. At least I know not to heedlessly obey orders. I know not to romanticize blind obedience. My brother taught me to think for myself.
  • Ingrid: Don't you dare bring Glenn into this...
  • Felix: You're right. Forget it.

A Support

With Ashe

C Support

  • Ingrid: Hi there, Ashe! Here to do some reading as well, I take it?
  • Ashe: ...
  • Ingrid: Uh, Ashe?
  • Ashe: Ah—Ingrid! You gave me a start! How long have you been standing there?
  • Ingrid: Not too long. Apologies for startling you. Must be a great book, for you to be so deeply engrossed in it. What has you so captivated?
  • Ashe: Oh, ah, it's quite an old book. One of the really old legends of Faerghus.
  • Ingrid: Aha, it must be the "Sword of Kyphon," then, yes?
  • Ashe: Oh, so you know it!
  • Ingrid: Oh, yes. I know it quite well. I read it often as a child. In fact, I read it so much that my personal copy fell apart. I brought it everywhere with me. I adore that book.
  • Ingrid: The tale of the warrior Kyphon, whose devotion and loyalty enabled his best friend, Loog, to become king. He went to great lengths to see things through.
  • Ashe: Exactly! I love the image of him charging forward into the fray, ready to take on any obstacle in the name of his king!
  • Ingrid: Indeed! He was the very picture of the perfect knight. In my opinion, the best chapter is right around the middle of the book...
  • Ashe: Ah, the part about the War of the Eagle and Lion? That's my favorite part! "In a flash, Kyphon's sword flew from its scabbard. The knight parried the assassin's blade mere inches from the spine of his king." "Kyphon's blade hummed like the wind, slashing the enemy's throat. In mere moments, their forces lay vanquished—decimated by his mighty blows." Hehe, I can recite the entirety of it, if you like.
  • Ingrid: I never grow weary of that tale—the pinnacle of knighthood, with all its struggles and glory.
  • Ashe: I know just what you mean! I never get tired of it.
  • Ingrid: Some people laugh at me for reading these old tales, but I'll never outgrow them.
  • Ashe: I'm glad to find someone who shares my enthusiasm!
  • Ingrid: I'm glad of it as well. Tell me, what other books do you enjoy, Ashe?
  • Ashe: Well, the first one I ever read was Loog and the Maiden of Wind.
  • Ingrid: Ah, you have fantastic taste! That story is another favorite. The final chapter makes me tear up every time...
  • Ashe: I know! When I first read it, I just couldn't get that ending out of my head.
  • Ingrid: It seems we have much in common. I look forward to chatting again sometime.
  • Ashe: I'd love to! Yes, let's!

B Support

  • Ashe: Do you know this legend, Ingrid? It's about the battle of Fódlan's Throat.
  • Ingrid: Oh, yes. I know it like the hilt of my sword.
  • Ashe: With so many valiant knights appearing in this story, I couldn't help but wonder which was your favorite.
  • Ingrid: I really like this one—the one in the middle. The knight who stands in defense of the duke.
  • Ashe: Such a wonderful knight—one of my favorites as well.
  • Ingrid: That makes sense. He's so noble and virtuous. In fact, he kind of reminds me of you.
  • Ashe: I...thank you. You remind me of him as well. You are honest, as is he.
  • Ingrid: Ah, no... I'm nowhere near as great. Maybe someday.
  • Ashe: Maybe if we work hard together, we can both become knights as glorious as the one in this story!
  • Ingrid: Together, yes... Now wouldn't that be something? If only we could.
  • Ashe: Huh?
  • Ingrid: Ashe. The legends are exactly that—legends. They're not indicative of real life. The cards we are dealt are what they are. We can work with what we have, but we can't change what's in our hand.
  • Ashe: What's that supposed to mean?
  • Ingrid: I long to serve His Highness as a knight—the sort of knight that legends are written about. But I was born bearing a Crest, and with that comes responsibility. Whether I like it or not, I am the "last hope" of House Galatea. I am the only one who can carry on the family bloodline and restore our lost fortune. To do that means setting aside my own dreams and ambitions. Though I've turned my back on House Galatea, what is expected of me as a Crest bearer has not changed.
  • Ashe: You still have the right to pursue your dreams.
  • Ingrid: Ashe... I must ask something of you.
  • Ashe: Yes, of course. Anything.
  • Ingrid: My dream...is aligned with your own. Please, for both of us, promise to see yours through.
  • Ashe: That doesn't seem fair.
  • Ingrid: I'll never be able to see my dream through. Doing so would mean...terrible misfortune for others. So...I am bound by honor not to follow through on my own dream. But...I can help you achieve yours.
  • Ashe: Come on, this isn't like you at all. Please... Don't smile when your eyes are so sad...

A Support

  • Ashe: There you are, Ingrid!
  • Ingrid: Whoa! Uh— Hi, Ashe. You seem excited. What's that you're holding?
  • Ashe: A book I found in town. I bought it for you!
  • Ingrid: For me? Ashe, this looks very costly. Antique books like this are never cheap... Wow. The cover is stunning. And the binding is still in fantastic condition.
  • Ashe: I drove a hard bargain. Still, I'll probably have to cut back on my spending for a while.
  • Ingrid: Why did you go to so much trouble?
  • Ashe: It wasn't easy, but as soon as I came across this legend, I knew you had to read it too.
  • Ingrid: Well then, I will read it. Oh, the knight on the cover looks striking.
  • Ashe: Fascinating, right? I was captivated from the moment I laid eyes on the cover.
  • Ingrid: There's an aura of stoicism intermingled with beauty—even amid a gruesome battle. Wait! Looking closer at the face... This knight is a woman!
  • Ashe: Yes! And she was a real historical figure! She was born into a noble family and bore a Crest, but she was accepted into the king's service as a knight. She fought in many battles at her king's side, serving him all her life as his right hand. Oh, sorry. I-I've said too much! I didn't mean to spoil the story for you. I'm just so excited. I hope you enjoy it too.
  • Ingrid: Thank you for the encouragement, Ashe. Living as a knight is certainly not an easy task. I know it will mean much pain, strife, and heartache. But I still want to pursue that dream. Talking to you has reminded me... I'm not the type who gives up easily.
  • Ashe: That's the Ingrid I know!
  • Ingrid: So to start, I'm going to read this book.
  • Ashe: Great. When you're finished, and freshly inspired, we'll talk about becoming knights!
  • Ashe: Not the ones in stories either. The real thing!
  • Ingrid: I look forward to it, Ashe.

With Sylvain

C Support

  • Ingrid: ...
  • Sylvain: That was quite a sigh. What's wrong, Ingrid?
  • Ingrid: Tell me, Sylvain. What am I to you?
  • Sylvain: You're my friend...one of my oldest, in fact.
  • Ingrid: An old friend, is it? Then why must I clean up the casualties left behind by your... Your skirt chasing!
  • Sylvain: Heh, nobody asked you to do that. Heck, I thought you enjoyed it. Besides, you're real good at it. I'm excited to continue working with you.
  • Ingrid: Do you mean to imply you have no intention of acting a bit more respectably?
  • Sylvain: Please don't yell like that. Everybody's staring at us.
  • Ingrid: When you were eight, you came on to my sweet, sweet granny. My granny!
  • Sylvain: Come on. I was eight and she was gorgeo- That was a long time ago.
  • Student: Sylvain hit on Ingrid's grandmother? Wow...
  • Sylvain: People can hear you! Please be quiet.
  • Ingrid: When you were ten, we went to that harvest festival and you started making eyes at a scarecrow!
  • Student: A scarecrow?!
  • Sylvain: Wait a second. That was just an accident...a tragic, tragic accident.
  • Ingrid: When you were fifteen, you sought-relentlessly, might I add-to involve yourself with Lord Gwendal's daughter. Who do you suppose made peace with the furious lord, despite having nothing to do with it? Hm? Me. Always me, always for you. Every time.
  • Student: What a jerk...
  • Sylvain: You know what? This conversation is over. I'm done.
  • Ingrid: My point is this has to end. Not later, but now.
  • Sylvain: Fine, I promise I'll try to change. Are you happy now?

B Support

A Support

A Support 1

A Support 2

With Mercedes

C Support

B Support

With Annette

C Support

B Support

With Raphael

C Support

B Support

A Support

With Ignatz

C Support

B Support

A Support

A Support 1

A Support 2

With Seteth

C Support

B Support

A Support

A Support 1

A Support 2

With Catherine

C Support

B Support

  • Catherine: All right, then. Enough sparring for today?
  • Ingrid: Yes, that should suffice!
  • Catherine: I must say, you've gotten good at seeing through my tricks. I can't mislead you so easily anymore.
  • Ingrid: I've made it my goal to read your aim and not give away anything through my body language.
  • Catherine: But in hand-to-hand combat, your form needs work. On the battlefield, even if you lose your weapon, you can't ever stop fighting. Sink your teeth into their throats, kick 'em where it hurts. Do whatever it takes to survive.
  • Ingrid: Have you ever needed to employ such methods?
  • Catherine: Not on the battlefield. I've never been in such a dire situation that I needed to. But at the tavern, loads of times! With a well-aimed boot, I've brought many a man to his knees.
  • Ingrid: Hahaha! Haha!
  • Catherine: My point is, you can't hesitate to use dirty tactics. You have to grit your teeth and fight back. War isn't as pretty as it's made out to be, in all those poems and songs. Sometimes, even as a knight, you have to do things that you might think are beneath you. You might even have to let innocent bystanders die. Are you prepared for that, Ingrid? Do you really want to be a knight, knowing what it entails?
  • Ingrid: I'm prepared to do whatever is requested of me. Come what may. I will be a knight who loyally serves my king, just as you loyally serve Lady Rhea.
  • Catherine: You've got me wrong. I'm loyal to the archbishop, but only up to a point. I'd do anything in the world for Lady Rhea... except die. If she asked me to die for her, I wouldn't. Does that sound like a contradiction? Very well. That's just who I am.
  • Ingrid: You're right—it does sound like a contradiction. With all due respect, that isn't very knightly of you. I'm not sure I fully understand...
  • Catherine: You will someday. Maybe not for a while, but you will. In the meantime, just don't die. OK?
  • Ingrid: I'll try my best.
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