Nerofest Autumn 2019
Return of Nero Fest - Autumn 2019 (First Half)
Nero: Uh...uh... Testing, testing. Okay, everything's fine. All right, here we go.
Nero: A festival is...
Nero: A party that brings joy to all people, no matter where or when they are from.
Nero: It is no exaggeration to call this festival I host famed throughout both Rome and Chaldea!
Fujimaru 1: She started her speech already!
Fujimaru 2: Hear, hear!
Nero: Umu. Thanks for your cheers. My audience truly knows how to behave the third time around!
Nero: And that makes introductions unnecessary. Let's get down to business!
Nero: I will leave nitpicking about the definition of a festival to the more cultured Servants.
Nero: My glorious Nero Fest, a festival only possible through the cooperation of Rome and Chaldea!
Nero: Now it begins again!
Nero: Surely many Heroic Spirits look forward to this martial tournament set in this great Colosseum.
Nero: A festival of power, modeled after the festival of Olympia! Attendees will praise the warriors' courage!
Nero: Honed physiques and unparalleled skills in fierce competition! What could be more beautiful, more noble!?
Nero: As people love to admire a blooming rose, so too do they enjoy seeing a human being reach their very limit!
Nero: And that is itself my Rome...the festival of Olympia!
E：Crowd: Rome! Rome! Rome!
Fujimaru 1: Rome!
Nero: Umu! All of humanity is indeed Rome!
Fujimaru 2: All hail the Emperor!
Nero: Hehehe. Your applause is making me blush.
Nero: But, as emperor, I shall permit it! Enjoy this glorious festival!
Quetzalcoatl: Hola, ¿cómo estás? I heard that there's going to be Lucha Libre at the Arena México, yes!?
Quetzalcoatl: Hehehe, I cannot wait, no! This will be the perfect time to test out my new plancha!
Quetzalcoatl: Master, my cute [♂ hermanito /♀ hermanita]. Why not participate as a [♂ luchadore /♀ luchadora]?
Beowulf: Haha. Not a bad idea! Training Master once in a while wouldn't hurt!
Beowulf: ...Hey, I'm only kidding. Don't look at me like that, Master.
Beowulf: Only those who truly WANT to slug it out should participate. Like me or this tall lady here.
Quetzalcoatl: Hnnn, no, no. You make it sound so barbaric, yes. Lucha is a clash of honed out skills.
Beowulf: Ah, you got me there. Well, you know, there's all kindsa ways to say the same thing.
Beowulf: There are some punches used in Lucha Libre, right? They call it, uh, “golpe,” or “patada,” or something?
Beowulf: Besides, this is all between Servants! Even if I really cut loose, nothing bad would happen!
Quetzalcoatl: ...Ay yi yi.
Quetzalcoatl: You have yet to understand the true essence of Lucha. I shall demonstrate it for you myself, yes!
Quetzalcoatl: It's finally time for the long-awaited Servant Lucha Libre tournament. The sacred site for Lucha, the Arena México, has been rented out.
Quetzalcoatl: This is the perfect chance to spread the wonderful word of Lucha to everyone!
Fergus: Lucha, eh? From what I hear, the flow of the match is predetermined, and the proper protocol is to take whatever move comes head on.
Fergus: Truly it would take a steely spirit that relies on sheer trust of your opponent. Uh, but you know, Quetzalcoatl...
Fergus: If you have the battle go by your own bare-knuckle rules, none of the Good-aligned Heroic Spirits would be a match against you.
Fergus: Besides, this isn't a Lucha tournament, and this isn't the Arena México.
Fergus: And...the Colosseum is not in Mexico City.
Quetzalcoatl: Lalalala! Not listening! Fergus, you meanie, yes!
Beowulf: You bastard! I was just going along with what the goddess was saying, then you sweep in to ruin it all! You're spoiling all the fun!
Beowulf: We're gonna end up slugging it out with our bare hands anyway, so might as well call it Lucha, jackass!
Fergus: You say that... And I suppose it is only right for a warrior to answer the call of Lucha.
Fergus: Lamentably, I am no more than an amateur when it comes to Lucha. The only finishing hold I know is Tirabuzón.
Beowulf: Tirabuzón, the Cobra Twist!? Old man, you're totally a Lucha enthusiast!
Fergus: Hahaha!!! Miss Quetzal has challenged me a few times already!
Fergus: Many times, in truth!
Beowulf: Oh come now, tell the truth. When you say she's challenged you, what you really mean is that you practiced Lucha in the simulator.
Fergus: Ah yes. In the simulator room with nobody around at night...a Lucha Libre in the dark!
Beowulf: Shut up!
Fergus: Three matches in just one hour!
Quetzalcoatl: Ah-ha! I knew it, yes! I hear true Lucha matches do happen mostly at night, yes!
Quetzalcoatl: So during the day...the Roman Pankration! And at night...a carnival of Lucha where the air is filled with bulging muscles flying about!
Beowulf: Uh, that's not what I meant... Damn, you're just making things even worse, old man!
Fran: Try...best... (Makes fist)
Babbage: Wonderful, my dear! What intensity you have. Your passion and heat are like a steam engine on the verge of critical pressure.
Babbage: And so I have no choice but to aid you in your efforts. That's right...consider it a continuation of the dream we both shared this summer.
Archer of Shinjuku: Hmmm, it would seem you've beaten me to the punch. I do, however, share your sentiments, Babbage.
Archer of Shinjuku: My lovely daughter is so very excited. As her papa, I could do no less than to aid her in her quest for victory with all my strength!
Archer of Shinjuku: Yes...that is the duty of a proper papa!
Fran: Nnnngh... Nnnnnggghhh...
Archer of Shinjuku: ...Yes, of course, my lovely daughter.
Archer of Shinjuku: I shall, using every conceivable means, with every imaginable trap, employing every possible act of villainy, dispose of all your competition!
Archer of Shinjuku: I had meant to relax awhile, but perhaps this is a good time to truly apply myself.
Archer of Shinjuku: Ah, yes, quite right. No cheating, of course! As such, papa will fire his magical bullets from the front line!
Babbage: Steam power at full throttle, steam power at full throttle. We shall aid the daughter of Victor on her path to glorious and dazzling victory!
Mordred: ...C'mon. You call yourself an Assassin? Shouldn't you be good at spying and scouting?
Mordred: Why is finding some missing people taking so long!? You should be able to pick out which ones are NPCs and which ones are Servants!
Jekyll: S-sorry. I...actually don't have skills for that sort of thing...
Jekyll: The best I can do is to conceal myself within a crowd.
Mordred: You lack PRESENCE! Just hurry up and find Fran, you shut-in.
Mordred: I've got this sinking feeling–err, well actually, I have a feeling something exciting's about to happen.
Jekyll: Yes, yes. Strange. She was with me just a minute ago.
Berserker of El Dorado: ...There's some kind of commotion.
Berserker of El Dorado: I heard something regarding a festival of combat prowess, but that it was intended solely for amusement. I see no point in participating in such a thing.
Berserker of El Dorado: What point or purpose is there in such restraint? What I yearn for is true and earnest combat.
Berserker of El Dorado: That is all. There was no purpose in summoning me here, Caligula.
Caligula: I do not...wish...for bloodshed...
Caligula: Nor...do I desire...battle...
Caligula: Only...Nero...my love and hope...for her sake...I shall...
Caligula: GATHER MEDALS!!!
Berserker of El Dorado: M-medals!? What!?
Berserker of El Dorado: Wh-what is the meaning of this!? Calm yourself, Emperor Caligula!
Berserker of El Dorado: ...!!!
Berserker of El Dorado: ...I see. So that is it.
Berserker of El Dorado: While I remain uninterested in trivial diversions, the fact remains that I manifested in Chaldea as a Berserker, like you.
Berserker of El Dorado: I also harbor a flame that I cannot seem to extinguish. Yes...it burns within me...
Berserker of El Dorado: Fine, Caligula. Then I shall aid you temporarily!
Berserker of El Dorado: Your fearsome temperament has impressed me. You may yet keep up with my strength!
Blackbeard: Hmmmm. Two Berserkers interacting with each other... Makin' me kinda jelly.
Blackbeard: A tournament with the silver-haired sporty-spice Berserker! The ferocious lion within me...okay, well, maybe it's not a lion...
Blackbeard: Maybe a killer whale or a shark. Well, let's just say a carnivore is about to awaken!
Blackbeard: That physique, glistening with sweat from battle! And that iron ball that looks like a sea urchin! Hrnnngh! I'd definitely be a goner if that hits me!
Blackbeard: ...So. You're okay with what happened?
Hektor: Well, there's no point in this old man intervening.
Hektor: She said she wasn't interested in “trivial diversions.” And yet she's getting all fired up for this event. Things are just getting more complicated, is all.
Hektor: It's not as if we are strangers, and I would recommend that she calm down. But then again...
Hektor: She's really not the type to listen to anyone past a certain point. I just pray no one does anything stupid.
Blackbeard: I see. Does that mean you'll be with me to...
Blackbeard: ...Watch the tournament. Carefully record it. Admire the beauties who move so beautifully around the tournament stage...
Hektor: The only thing we agree on is that we both hope to get through this event without having to fight, Captain. Of course, if a storm is brewing, it won't matter whether we're audience members or not.
Nursery Rhyme: I like playing outside, but hitting each other isn't a good game for girls.
Nursery Rhyme: Playing tag or hide-and-go-seek would have been better. Oh, this event is more for boys.
Jack: You think so? We like dismembering!
Jack: But if you don't like it, Nursery, then we don't either. It's not fun if we can't play together.
Nursery Rhyme: Teehee. Thank you. Do you agree too, Ibaraki-Douji?
Ibaraki-Douji: Um...unnngh. W-well, normally I reeeally try to enjoy smashing, tearing, and pillaging as an oni should...
Ibaraki-Douji: But I'm with Jack on this one. If Nursery Rhyme doesn't like it, then I won't force it on you.
Ibaraki-Douji: So what should we play? House is fun, so is ball...but I want some excitement...
Nursery Rhyme: I know. Let's ask the other kid!
Jack: Other kid?
Ibaraki-Douji: Hm? Who's that?
Ibaraki-Douji: Could it be!?
Assassin of the Nightless City: ...Kuhaha. I didn't expect you to see through my Presence Concealment! You guys are good!
Nursery Rhyme: I don't think you tried too hard to hide. I kept seeing your pretty dress flapping.
Assassin of the Nightless City: Indeed. My overwhelming beauty just cannot be hidden! You are a wise Caster, you know that?
Assassin of the Nightless City: I shall praise you. And you shall be rewarded.
Jack: Wow, a reward? What is it?
Assassin of the Nightless City: My prized torture device! It's a cute fruit-shaped torturing tool! I just so happen to have three or four of them lying around, so you can have one!
Ibaraki-Douji: G-giving a torture device as a reward is...a little weird...and it's shaped like fruit...fruit...?
Jack: Uh, we might have SOME interest in it. Maybe. Is it cute?
Assassin of the Nightless City: Of course it is!
Nursery Rhyme: I do love a good scary story, but being given a tool for torture is...well, you know...
Nursery Rhyme: ...It makes me feel a little like...a dragon...you know?
Minamoto-no-Raikou: Oh my. Hehehe. The children are all running about the halls so energetically.
Minamoto-no-Raikou: Seeing them like this brings back memories of my own little Kintoki when he was young...
Minamoto-no-Raikou: Oh yes. And I can only imagine Master was a cute little child too. Heehee.
Boudica: It sounded as if those children were talking about torture or something... Well, I suppose I can let that slide.
Boudica: I'm just glad to see children so happy. Children...children...
Boudica: There seems to have been quite the increase in the number of children around here. Well not exactly, since they're actually Servants...
Emiya: Yeah. Maybe it's time we thought of adding kids' meals to the menu...
Emiya: We do have something like that for young Servants who can't eat full portions, but that's not much fun.
Emiya: A dish beloved by many, yet both popular and easy to eat... I've been avoiding it this whole time because it's so easy...
Emiya: But maybe it's time to offer the forbidden mild-flavored curry?
Boudica: I like it! Good idea!
Boudica: ...But we're going to be slammed during Nero Fest. Do we really have the time to be adding new dishes to the menu right now?
Emiya: We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides, we have more Servants to help in the kitchen now.
Tamamo Cat: Say no more. When you think of curry, you think...hurry for curry!
Tamamo Cat: Which means, we need someone who's speedy in the kitchen! This cat knows just the one to fit that bill!
Tamamo Cat: A man who's only effective when the sun is in the sky!
Tamamo Cat: That would be Sir Gawain! He's sure to cook up a great pot of curry real fast, since he's only got so much time to work with!
Tamamo Cat: Yeah, but let's not invite Lip over. We wouldn't want Sir Gawain to be distracted and stop his work, now would we?
Minamoto-no-Raikou: Heh. Oh my. So he is only powerful when the sun is out? What a wonderful trait.
Boudica: You really...think so?
Ozymandias: ...What? I do not want to hear of this, even from you.
Ozymandias: I have no wish to involve myself in such trivialities. To think you would come to visit me, only to babble about the Roman Emperor's absurd festival.
Ozymandias: I always thought of you as a brave man who might be frivolous even on the battlefield, but this is something else entirely.
Ozymandias: Begone, Archer.
Arash: Oh? That's an unexpected response from you, Pharaoh.
Arash: You don't like festivals? I thought you were the type of king who didn't mind your citizens having fun.
Ozymandias: Of course not. I do not care what the citizens do for pleasure. The whole universe is within my grasp! I am a tolerant pharaoh, you know!
Ozymandias: But listen. I and I alone decide what I do. The very thought of the great pharaoh participating in an ancient Roman festival is laughable!
Arash: Maybe so, but why don't you think it over? Think of it as a breath from our hectic lives...
Arash: But it wouldn't be bad to go and test your strength either. Think about it: we're in Chaldea, where all sorts of Heroic Spirits gather from around the world.
Arash: Your participation would make this festival even more exciting.
Ozymandias: ...Hmph. You are a smooth talker.
Arash: Besides. I think it's about time you met the other guy.
Arash: When you two meet, it should be on an appropriate stage where Servants can safely fight. A battle between you–the Sun King–and him would be much too dangerous to take place in Chaldea itself.
Arash: No, nothing...
Nitocris: (I-is that...)
Nitocris: (Could that be Pharaoh Ozymandias!? So he is finally attending the ancient Roman festival!)
Nitocris: (I-I cannot stand idly by! Should the Pharaoh be on the move, Nitocris must also take action!)
Nitocris: Yes! Pharaoh Ozymandias! What is your order!?
Ozymandias: I have warmed to the idea of going. I trust you to hold the fort while I'm away.
Nitocris: ...Eh? Uh...um...well, I...!
Arash: Hahaha. Leave the guarding to the Sphinx. It's no fun for her to stay behind during a festival. Don't you agree, big bro pharaoh?
Ozymandias: Heh. Indeed.
Ozymandias: We will go together then, Nitocris! Ready yourself!
Okita: Mr. Hijikata? Hijikata? How much longer do you plan on sitting there munching pickles?
Okita: The event's starting. The event! I know it's not a super giant one, but...
Okita: But with all the Servants who're participating, this might actually turn into a big deal!
Okita: This is one of the best opportunities to demonstrate Tennen Rishinryu–err, the Shinsengumi, that we'll ever get!
Okita: This is also our chance to get ahead of Nobbu!
Okita: Come on now! I know you like things like this, Mister Hijikata!
Okita: ...Well, okay, so you may not measure up to me when it comes to official matches...
Okita: But you have your eye-blinding, sand throwing, anything goes killer “Baragaki” technique.
Okita: Using your ultimate Tennen Rishinryu spirit that the audience would sure to be judgmental of, let's show who's boss!
Hijikata: ...Quit your yapping.
Hijikata: ...Well, I couldn't say much for other events like races, but I suppose a festival like this is a different matter.
Hijikata: I like the idea of fighting these other folks to the death.
Okita: ...Um, killing isn't allowed.
Okita: Hey, wait a minute. Mr. Hijikata? I thought you were munching on pickles because you weren't interested?
Hijikata: ...Don't get the wrong idea. I was just filling up so I wouldn't be fighting on an empty stomach.
Hijikata: Let's go, Okita.
Okita: That's the spirit!
Okita: Ah, brings back memories of our training hall days. I'll get a few great Okita victories under my belt!
Hijikata: Talk big when you win, Okita. You're embarrassing yourself. Okay.
Hijikata: Shinsengumi, move out!
Sakata Kintoki: ...Yo, hold it right there, Miss Dark Saber.
Altria Alter: What?
Sakata Kintoki: Aren't you that alternative Servant of the King of Knights of the Round Table?
Sakata Kintoki: Yet you're different than usual. I sense a tenseness...a tingling sensation from you. You're so revved up, it's electrifying.
Altria Alter: What is your point?
Sakata Kintoki: Okay. Let me get straight to the point, straight as the cutting edge of a blade!
Sakata Kintoki: You're a Rider, right? That means you got some kinda mount or machine, yeah?
Sakata Kintoki: I saw ya race a while back, but that was that red'n'gold emperor's ride, right?
Sakata Kintoki: Bumpin' into you must be fate! Would ya mind showing me your darkness machine!?
Altria Alter: ...
Shuten-Douji: Fufu. Show a bit of mercy if he's bothering you. This little brat was itching to join the race.
Shuten-Douji: But NOBODY asked him to participate. He was so dejected, he's acting all funny.
Shuten-Douji: Boys are such strange creatures. So keep that in mind and don't get too angry, okay?
Sakata Kintoki: Wh-what!? What the hell!? When did you show up!? And you're wrong! No! Absolutely not! No, no, no!
Sakata Kintoki: I ain't dejected or actin' weird, okay!? Quit makin' up stuff about me!
Shuten-Douji: Fine, fine. Look at those pouty lips. You're just like a child.
Shuten-Douji: Want a piece of candy? Or maybe a soft dumpling that's easier to chew?
Sakata Kintoki: HEY! Quit treatin' me like a kid!
Altria Alter: ...I see now. If he is no more than a child, there's no need for me to raise my mop over this.
Altria Alter: Sakata Kintoki. If you seek a place to direct your pent-up youthful energy...
Altria Alter: I suggest you participate in the tournament that Emperor Nero is holding. I'm sure a handful of hot-blooded folks have gathered again this year.
Sakata Kintoki: Hey, I ain't–
Shuten-Douji: Yes, yes. Be a good boy and stop bothering this nice lady. Now, let's go to the festival.
Shuten-Douji: Oh yes. Fufufufu. If you behave yourself, maybe I'll buy you a candy apple...
Sakata Kintoki: I said NO THANK YOU! Geddit through your head!
Sanzang: Hnnnn! This is going to be my year!
Sanzang: I, Xuanzang Sanzang, will win for sure this year! A whole buncha stuff happened last year that prevented me from winning!
Sanzang: So...Touta! I choose you to accompany me!
Tawara Touta: Wait a minute. You've got it all wrong. Think back on what happened last year.
Tawara Touta: It's true this is a competition for Servants to test their strength, but this tournament's different. It's not about finding a single victor.
Tawara Touta: It's neither an elimination competition nor is it a round robin battle. They're just one-off battles on a grand stage, each for a brief moment.
Tawara Touta: Besides, you're a monk. A great monk at that.
Tawara Touta: Getting enthusiastic over brawls wouldn't be right. I'm just saying you should probably focus on hitting the wooden drum Mokugyo.
Sanzang: Oh, that hollow-sounding thing! Nice!
Tawara Touta: ...That's your reaction?
Sanzang: Well, yeah. It's not that everyone's fighting to kill. Everyone's participating to better themselves, as a part of training.
Sanzang: They're not focused on winning. But since it's for training, we should go beyond all out!
Tawara Touta: I guess...you could think of it that way.
Sanzang: And so! This year for sure! I will! Positively! Win! (Grin)
Tawara Touta: (Hmmm. So this is what desire looks like... Now then. At this rate, I wonder when will the great Monk Sanzang actually reach enlightenment...?)
Jing Ke: No assaults in the night, no assassination, and no surprise attacks, huh? And on top of that...
Jing Ke: No killing. What a buzzkill. This event really will be hard on us Assassins.
Spartacus: Hahahaha. Then the only thing you can do is REBEL. Wonderful! All forms of treachery will be permitted!
Spartacus: Ah, Rome! Ah, the emperor! Truly a vain embodiment of a multitude of tyrannies and oppression, all in one place!
Jing Ke: Oh hey, Spartacus. You get my drift.
Jing Ke: What do you think? Want to try running amok without restraint one time? Surely you're tired of living in Chaldea with a bunch of emperors and kings all around.
Jing Ke: If you're in it, then I will...
Spartacus: Hahahaha! Indeed! We have the right to rebel against all these tyrannies, smash down insolence, while the pride of the mighty is crushed!
Spartacus: And at the same time, we shall use this opportunity to clear the air of our pent-up grudge! We have the right to such joy at this festival!
Jing Ke: Hmph. I get it now.
Jing Ke: This may be an event run by an authority, but you will allow such a thing to be run as long as there are people who enjoy such event. Am I correct?
Jing Ke: You seem more calm and levelheaded than I am, Spartacus, the forever rebellious one.
Andersen: Oh, it's you, Master. Go away.
Shakespeare: Ah, an expression of opinion similar to one oft expressed! I regret to say this myself, Master, but I am of the same opinion as he.
Shakespeare: Getting right to the point in a story is important, and he is the right man for the job. What he means is: anything mightier than the pen is positively brutish!
Shakespeare: That is to say, we are unfit to participate in this particular event.
Andersen: A recreation of the festival of Olympia? An elegant and beautiful show of battles in the Colosseum?
Andersen: No. Wrong.
Andersen: This tournament is quite clearly an event for the physically fit. The question, though, is one of what is being promoted here.
Andersen: It's simply a shot in the arm made to entertain the readers–I mean, the citizens.
Andersen: Nothing more. Nothing less. I must regretfully inform you that we are not needed here.
Cleopatra: Seriously? I thought this was a festival glorifying me! What a surprise! I didn't think THAT was its purpose!
Cleopatra: Well, I do not recall permitting such festivities, as they have nothing to do with pharaohs...so I did have a sneaking suspicion...
Cleopatra: Either way, it is a good thing for a nation to thrive!
Cleopatra: I am sure the economic effects are great. If proper measures were put in place beforehand, that is.
Cleopatra: I wonder if Her Imperial Majesty had that in mind? I wouldn't mind taking a bit of her time to give a presentation...
Andersen: Go do that on your own time. This study is exclusively for the writer-Servants of Chaldea.
Shakespeare: Oh come now, don't say such a thing. I'd rather not simply confine myself to the same perpetually glum faces, ever harassed by deadlines...
Shakespeare: This beaming pharaoh's presence certainly brightens up our space, after all. The light of her divine beauty...
Shakespeare: Ah, what better inspiration to get our creative juices flowing!? As you can already see, my creative motivation is on the rise!
Cleopatra: Why thank you, Shakespeare. But I am afraid you are somewhat lacking in muscle. You really must take better care of yourself.
Andersen: You certainly do favor married women...
Shakespeare: No, no, no! Nothing like that! And to prove it...I have the perfect individual to back me up!
Andersen: Well, he IS here, but...well, as long as you're all right with it...
Caesar: Hm? It appears study room A is a bit rowdy. Do you suppose Master stopped by?
Caesar: Well, no matter. It is just the two of us in study room B, after all.
Caster of the Nightless City: ...
Caesar: Beautiful. You truly are beautiful. You may be concealing that beauty with a veil, but I can tell.
Caesar: You are an exquisite beauty who shines not by the sun's light, but a beauty who whose luminance is best viewed at night, by starlight.
Caesar: Yet as a fellow Servant, I'm sure you have considerable power on the battlefield.
Caesar: You show no sign of that, though. Beautiful as you are, you are surely dangerous as well.
Caesar: And that is what truly intrigues me.
Caster of the Nightless City: ...Please stop, Lord Caesar.
Caster of the Nightless City: I am a Caster. Just a simple Caster. I am merely one of many Servants who has formed a contract with Master.
Caster of the Nightless City: You may try to woo me with honeyed words, but I dare not answer them.
Caesar: Say no such thing. You can trust me.
Caster of the Nightless City: ...
Caesar: I am an able man. Let me prove that much to you.
Caster of the Nightless City: You mustn't...
Cleopatra: Lord CAAAEEESAAAR!?
Cleopatra: You have apologized and begged my forgiveness countless times...and STILL you... Who exactly is that...woman...!?
Cleopatra: Do not “oh” me, Caesar. It seems your heart is as clogged with junk as your belly.
Cleopatra: It just so happens that a martial tournament is about to begin. So I have a wonderful idea.
Cleopatra: I will have you, Lord Caesar, participate and ask a bunch of Sabers to help you slim down.
Caesar: I...well...I don't...
Caesar: ...Uh... Yes ma'am. That might...not such a bad idea.
Caesar: (...Oh, my Caesarion. What shall I do? What do you think I should do?)
E：Voice of Caesarion: (It would help if you slimmed down a bit.)
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Mentor, Mentor!
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: I just heard! There's going to be a tournamament to test the strength of all Chaldea's Servants!
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: ...Um. This tournamament isn't going to require that Santas partici...um, join, right?
Amakusa Shirou: Not strictly speaking, no. But since it is such a grand event...
Amakusa Shirou: It would be a shame to simply ignore it. First of all, let's think about seasons.
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Seasons?
Amakusa Shirou: Yes. Seasons change from summer to fall, fall to winter. I hear that fall is quite short.
Amakusa Shirou: But I digress a bit. Anyway, it would be best to take time to train in the seasons prior to winter...
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Oh I see! So if I train well during this tournament, I would become a great Santa by the time winter comes! How logimical!
Jeanne Alter: The word is logical, and it isn't!
Jeanne Alter: It's obviously a super sporty event! And Amakusa, stop talking nonsense!
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: Oh, hello, grown-up me. Please do not shout in the halls. You will bother the other Servants and staff.
Jeanne Alter Santa Lily: And playing the role of Santa is a tough job. It requires a good, strong body, too, you know. Yes, it does. Argument won!
Jeanne Alter: Don't give me that sh–crap! And stop saying “argument won!”
Jeanne d'Arc: Calm down, me. She's like our little sister. Make sure to treat her better than that, okay?
Amakusa Shirou: Ah, yes. You and I are surprisingly on the same page.
Jeanne d'Arc: ...Even that may happen once in a while...
Jeanne d'Arc: Right, Alter? As an older sister, you should–
Jeanne Alter: HELL!!! NO!!!
Count of Monte Cristo: ...
Count of Monte Cristo: ...Heh.
Marie: Don't lurk in a corner like that. Why don't you come out and talk with the others?
Count of Monte Cristo: ...My queen.
Marie: See? Everyone seems to be having fun. Those good friends are talking with other like family.
Marie: So many Jeanne d'Arcs. Their existences and relationships are quite mysterious and...
Marie: Wonderful. Don't you agree, Count?
Count of Monte Cristo: My Queen. I'm afraid I have just happened to pass by.
Count of Monte Cristo: I have nothing to add to that scene. I have no strong feelings. Same goes with what I think. You might as well ask your general.
Marie: Oh. You think so?
Count of Monte Cristo: I do.
Marie: Oh...he disappeared. Did he dematerialize?
Nightingale: Hm. So he fled. With just a few more minutes, and I would have been able to treat his mental state.
Marie: Oh, hello, Nurse. What's going on?
Nightingale: Nothing. I have been attempting to treat that man for some time now, but he flees every time. He is not aware that he is injured.
Marie: Hehehe. Give him a rest. It's not nice to pester him so much.
Nightingale: No. It is, I assure you, a part of the treatment.
Marie: I see. Then if d'Eon or Amadeus goes overboard during this festival, please treat them, okay?
Nightingale: Of course. You need not worry about that, Marie Antoinette.
Nightingale: Whenever an event or battle should arise, I will never hesitate to treat the wounded, regardless of what it may be that ails them.
Gilgamesh: Wasteful. So terribly wasteful.
Gilgamesh: The event itself is not the problem. A break is good for morale. No one can remain sane constantly staring down the jaws of death itself.
Gilgamesh: But! This may be a simulator, but a waste is a waste!
Gilgamesh: The device operates on Chaldea's system, too! Using it thoughtlessly is wasteful!
Gilgamesh: Besides, what benefit is there to training so many Servants? If you want to train someone, train me! Me!
Nero Bride: Hmmm...the king of Uruk is surprisingly miserly.
Nero Bride: I thought he was a king of luxury like me...who would spend extravagantly without a second thought...
Gilgamesh: Fool. I'm not stingy, but I am also a man who saves up! Listen well: one should only spend extravagantly after making a fortune!
Gilgamesh: But look at Chaldea! Its power always runs at capacity, and its employees' wages are never raised!
Gilgamesh: Basic salary should always be increased every year, the fools!
Gilgamesh: I'm not saying that you need to be considerate of the older workers. I'm only saying that one should be compensated according to their skills!
Nero Bride: Hm. That is sound advice. I'll keep it in mind. But being so stodgy and all-business is such a drear way to live.
Nero Bride: The more glorious the festival, the better. Don't you agree?
Nero Bride: I understand your perspective, of course, but a simulator exists to be used, doesn't it?
Gilgamesh: Then just bear in mind the sheer amount of data that will create. The thing that's called...Sheba?
Gilgamesh: If that thing's running at full capacity, day and night, Da Vinci is sure to get frustrated. The first part of the festival should be run modestly.
Gilgamesh: After all, the preliminaries are mere battles between those up until four stars. It shouldn't concern a five star Servant like me!
Nero Bride: Fuwahahahahahahahaha! I'm just laughing along with you!
Nero Bride: Ah, that's the king Gilgamesh I've heard of! The arrogant but mischievous sort that you just can't hate for some reason!
Romulus: ...Ah, the one who walks the never-ending path.
Romulus: You are now in Chaldea, a place where numberless destinies intersect. Yet I notice that you purposefully avoid interacting with others.
Romulus: A foolish choice. Humans cannot live or act in isolation.
Romulus: So too with Rome. You must reflect and look back on your own path.
Arthur: ...My apologies.
Arthur: Holy Progenitor, Romulus. I am not Rome.
Arthur: Still, I shall keep those words of yours in my heart. But remember, I once fought against Rome itself.
Romulus: No, you are Rome.
Romulus: You are human, therefore you are Rome. Make no mistake: Rome and love reside within all people.
Romulus: Enjoy yourself. Even should you keep your face concealed, none will judge you.
Romulus: My Rome is the source of many joyous festivals. Do not forget, my child. People cannot live without joy.
Romulus: In other words...
Romulus: Enjoy! Smile!
Helena: Okay, here we go!
Helena: ...Mahatma Change!
Helena: Our summer vacation has been extended! Hot places are still hot, so there's no reason not to let loose!
Holmes: I see. This is not bad at all. However, I believe I shall join the authors to escape the summer heat.
Helena: What are you talking about? You can't. You need to be out in the sun and move that body of yours sometimes.
Helena: Contrary to what you say, you're well-versed in such activities, aren't you, Master of Baritsu?
Holmes: Only in times of emergency. Besides, my Baritsu is intended for self defense–
Helena: No more excuses! Come on, hurry to the Colosseum! Get to it!
Helena: Yes, of course. You and I both are going on a mad dash!
A：Mash: Ah, so many...
A：Mash: All the Servants with dauntless courage have assembled in Chaldea... Everyone seems very excited.
A：Mash: This festival shall be of some use and serve you well for the future.
A：Mash: I am...also excited.
Fujimaru 1: Let's work hard to collect medals!
A：Mash: Yes, Senpai, my Master.
Fujimaru 2: Huh? Ma...sh...?
A：Mash: Yes. It's me, Mash. Don't worry, Senpai, my Master.
A：Mash: ...I...will try...my best...
Return of Nero Fest - Autumn 2019 (Second Half)
Narration: ...I have come to the conclusion...
Narration: During the Emperor's festival, where all Heroes of Chaldea assemble...
Narration: A brief moment of pleasure and respite in the fight to save humanity...
Narration: Surely it is a very noble event. Battles to fulfill the purest of all competitive desires without profit or gain...
Narration: The stress of our daily lives, the exhaustion of so many battles eased, if only for a moment.
Narration: It's a wonderful thing. A festival is necessary. Yes. I do understand that this event is important.
Narration: But...that is why I have come to my own conclusion... I also want to fulfill my efforts...
Narration: My powers have diminished compared to what they were during my lifetime, but I still want to be of some use to you.
Narration: I do not want to impede the path you take. I just want to be of help. Be your strength. I want to serve my purpose.
Narration: That's why...I want to...
A：Mash: I can't stop this anymore...can't stop this feeling.
A：Mash: I am a warrior of the Valkyries, created by the great god Odin.
A：Mash: I once served the gods...was no more than an automaton. Soon I met my love, Sigurd, and perished as a woman.
A：Mash: I am the Heroic Spirit Brynhild. I sit in the Throne, but have lost all my Authority as a god.
A：Mash: My sealed powers...many functions equivalent to Authority are awakening. I want them to. They're beginning to work. I want them to work.
A：Mash: Because...tonight, all the conditions will be met.
A：Mash: Many Heroes and great men participating in battle. So many warriors I am compelled to love.
A：Mash: But...yes, yes... I must choose. Watching all these heroes do battle...
A：Mash: The time has come to select the most valiant of all heroes.
Brynhild: ...Though not much blood will be spilled...
Brynhild: It will be all right. I will claim no souls. Valhalla, built for my father, the great god, is far from here.
Brynhild: Even with much of my power and functions sealed, such things are nothing if I use a Primordial Rune.
Brynhild: If I make even the slightest error in my calculations, I may lose my Spirit Origin...
Brynhild: ...But I don't mind.
Brynhild: Before I disappear, I will fulfill my purpose...all that is asked of me.
Brynhild: For you, I shall train the selected Servant and construct them anew.
Fujimaru 1: O...kay.
Brynhild: I shall do it without Nótt, the goddess of night, detecting me.
Fujimaru 2: Wait...Mash...I mean, you're...
Brynhild: It is fine. It will be fine.
Brynhild: There is nothing to worry about. Please leave everything to me, Senpai, my Master.
Brynhild: So please don't give me that sad look.
Mash: ...Altering Heroic Spirits. A pseudo-Palingenesis without a Holy Grail.
Mash: So that's what she meant. Now I understand.
Mash: The single most valiant Servant in Chaldea is selected, and a perpetual enhancement is applied by using the Primordial Rune...
Mash: That is likely her intent...
Mash: This is exactly what Scáthach and El-Melloi mentioned!
Fujimaru 1: Mash!?
A：Mash: Senpai, my Master.
Mash: No, that's Brynhild!
Mash: I'm the real Mash Kyrielight. You are a true Heroic Spirit...a Valkyrie from Norse mythology!
Fujimaru 2: Two...Mashes!?
A：Mash: Senpai, my Master.
Mash: No, that's Brynhild!
Mash: I'm the real Mash Kyrielight. You are a true Heroic Spirit...a Valkyrie from Norse mythology!
Mash: And yet Senpai is confusing the two of us. It must be because of the Runes. Am I correct, Brynhild?
Mash: We can avoid disaster if you just stop now. Well...the only thing that's really gone wrong so far is...
Mash: Nero, who figured something was going on, started to pout because her tournament was essentially used as a tool...
Mash: But if you stop now, I'm sure she'll just laugh and forgive you. After all, nothing has happened yet.
Mash: Please, Brynhild.
Brynhild: ...You really are a gentle child, Mash.
Brynhild: Yes. You are indeed fit to be alongside Master. While you may not be overflowing with courage, you are full of determination.
Brynhild: You certainly could be a Valkyrie of this modern era.
Brynhild: But I'm sorry. Truly sorry.
Brynhild: I've already begun to fulfill my purpose! Hero selection! Spirit Origin strengthening! Pseudo-Palingenesis!
Brynhild: I can't stop it! It won't stop!
Brynhild: From here on, Chaldea's mightiest Heroic Spirit must be found to defeat me! My purpose is to modify, build, and strive for divine creation!
Mash: But such a feat is impossible to fulfill as a Heroic Spirit! Scáthach and El-Melloi said so!
Mash: Surely you understand this, too! So that's why you kept saying you may disappear...
C：???: Words will not reach her. She's quite stubborn, you know.
Mash: That voice!
Altera: I am afraid you need to beat it into her. I recall a similar situation in the past.
Altera: Put a swift end to it and resume the tournament. After all, stadium food is good civilization.
Siegfried: I was wondering why I couldn't hear the incessant voice longing for Sigurd during the tournament.
Siegfried: I never imagined you were so consumed by this, Brynhild.
Siegfried: I apologize. I didn't realize your dilemma. But I will not neglect your cries anymore.
Scáthach: It is, of course, not only those two who have gotten involved, Mash.
Scáthach: As I was the one who put some of these ideas in your head, it would be wrong of me to sit back and watch.
Leonidas: I knew something was strange! I thought Mash was less shield-y than usual.
Leonidas: Rather, I suspected she was more lance-y...and it turned out to be true!
Leonidas: Because a shield + lance = me, Leonidas! Which means, according to my calculations, you are not Miss Mash!
Mash: Leonidas! Scáthach!
Leonidas: And it's not just us! All the Servants who sensed Miss Brynhild's unusual behavior have come!
Leonidas: We have assembled here!
Robin Hood: Well, it's a bit embarrassing to be introduced like that. The truth is that we just sensed something hinky.
Passionlip: Um...I believe you sensed it better than that. You looked really worried... You looked almost like a pervert looking at prey.
Robin Hood: I'm no pervert. Stalker at WORST! Besides, how would you know what I was thinking?
Passionlip: Eh...? Well the moment you looked at Mash, you were oddly irritated and grumpy...
Passionlip: You already have shifty eyes to begin with, but then you got even more awkward...and I was like “ack.”
Robin Hood: (Irritated) Listen, you: I do not have shifty eyes.
Robin Hood: Chaldea is kind of like a campsite. It's only natural to monitor the health and wellness of everyone here.
Robin Hood: Who's not feeling good...who's acting strange...who's talking weird. Stuff like that.
Robin Hood: I'm well versed in scouting. I'd never miss any signs of anything or anyone about to go off an betray us.
Passionlip: I see... But the fact remains that you look creepy when you're staring at everyone around the cafeteria.
Robin Hood: That's not the point. Were you even listening!? I think all the blood that should be in your brain ended up going to your breasts!
Passionlip: I-it did not! And please stop scolding and punishing me like a know-it-all!
Suzuka Gozen: Oh, man, that is just, like, MEGA cringe. How 'bout you downvote that creeper style. For real.
Suzuka Gozen: So this is the real Greenie? Super skeevy? Is he, like, out for the shrine maiden fox's number one spot?
Robin Hood: Like hell! I'm a hunter! That fox and I are rivals when it comes to who hunts and who gets hunted.
Leonidas: Now, now, Lady Suzuka. The punishment in this case would be about muscle. There's no doubt he's talking about training one's muscles.
Leonidas: There is no difference in the muscles of men and women! Therefore, there is nothing to cringe about!
Suzuka Gozen: Seriously? Is that what Chaldea's like? Chaldea's all about that dudebro life, then?
Leonidas: No, we are a group of intellectuals who prize careful calculation!
Leonidas: But I can see that Lady Passionlip, Lady Suzuka, and Sir Robin get along well. Did you all fight alongside each other at some point?
Leonidas: Anyway, Lady Mash and Fujimaru! The French contingent has come as well!
Gilles: If the holy maiden commands me, then I shall not waver. I had no idea that a Valkyrie of Northern Europe had concealed herself within this festival.
d'Eon: I'd like for this to end peacefully. If you stop now, it will be as if nothing happened.
d'Eon: Let us have some tea instead. This message I bring from the queen herself, Brynhild.
Leonidas: There are still more warriors here to support you! Behold!
Alexander: Hey! We're here too! Come on, teacher! Don't lag behind! Come to the front!
El-Melloi II: ...Why would you put a Caster on the front line?
El-Melloi II: Ah, now I see. Brynhild of Northern Europe. Even if you do really possess a true Primordial Rune...
El-Melloi II: It would be best not to use its full strength here. Those runes hold the power of the great god of the Norse, Odin.
El-Melloi II: Worst case scenario, not only will your Spirit Origin be destroyed, you may create an anomaly that spreads through all of Chaldea.
El-Melloi II: Should that happen, even Master would not survive. For example, there may be a flux in magical energy through magical circuits...
El-Melloi II: And phenomena that are otherwise impossible may occur within the space taken over by a Primordial Rune.
El-Melloi II: But...why?
El-Melloi II: You do not appear to be quite so mad...
Kid Gil: Teacher, you're talking too much!
El-Melloi II: I do not recall accepting you as my pupil. What a peculiar twist of fate, considering who you become.
Alexander: Oh don't be so mean, teacher. Gil came by because he is genuinely concerned.
El-Melloi II: Gil... Unbelievable...
Leonidas: Ah, this display is almost like a teacher with his students on a school trip. It certainly lightens the mood here!
Leonidas: So there you have it, Lady Brynhild! You may be a demigod...
Leonidas: But you must see that you are outnumbered! Out of respect for Lady Mash's shield and everyone's concern, why don't you put down your lance?
Altera: The king gifted with brilliance is correct, Valkyrie.
Altera: According to legend, you are seen as my younger sister in a way.
Altera: As I am now, I have no memory of that...but the fact remains that we are somehow related.
Altera: I cannot have you destroyed here. I have yet to properly speak with you.
Altera: ...My sister.
Brynhild: ...Lord Attil–Altera...
Brynhild: The man so like my Sigurd... No, I am restraining my desire for Sigurd...
Brynhild: I will do what must be done... It is as simple as that.
Brynhild: ...I also wanted to speak with you. But...
Hektor: Why can't you? We're at a festival. There's no point in holding back.
Hektor: Use this place to air out dirty laundry or get on good terms with each other.
Hektor: I don't think it's a bad idea. This old man thinks you should just talk when you have the chance.
Hektor: Well, if you can't, that's fine too.
Beowulf: Argh! Dammit! That's annoying! Doesn't matter what is...you just gotta solve it with your fist!
Sakata Kintoki: That's just shortsighted, Bear-Wolf Guy!
Sakata Kintoki: Getting' rough with girls ain't golden. After all, Riders are heroes!
Beowulf: Women and children got nothing to do with it if we're up against Heroic Spirits! And sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm a Berserker!
Hijikata: Hmph. At least someone gets it...
Hijikata: If there's no choice but to push through, all you have to do is to stick to your values until the very end!
Emiya: He's right. It's not about being a woman or child.
Emiya: Such a rule will always apply in places where lives are at stake. Be it Heroic Spirit or human, there's no difference.
Emiya: Indeed. Though that does not mean it is futile to try to communicate.
Ozymandias: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha! Ah, my sides hurt from all this laughing!
Ozymandias: That woman was crazy enough to point her lance at a God King's grand temple, MY temple! Words won't stop her!
Arash: I suppose. I agree with you there.
Arash: ...Oh hey. You're here too, Master. If you're back to your old self, you'd better get serious quick!
Arthur: Yes, I agree.
Arthur: Her lance hasn't grown yet, so she doesn't have the power to wipe us all out in one swing.
Arthur: If the plan is to restrain her, we must be quick. And then the rest is up to you, Master.
Ozymandias: You're a new face, aren't you? Wait. Wait a moment. That armor...that voice...that bearing... Could you be...?
Arash: Yeah, yeah. Right now we need to focus on the Valkyrie! If we don't stop her soon, we'll be goners!
Fujimaru 1: Stop this.
Fujimaru 2: You don't need to modify Servants!
Brynhild: ...How troubling.
Brynhild: I do not know what to say. Master, are you saying this has all been unnecessary?
Brynhild: When you look at me like that, it is clear that there is no need for me to continue down this egotistical path I have taken.
Brynhild: Yes...behavior so selfish must be stopped immediately, I–
Brynhild: ...I want to stop...at least I think I want to stop. But at the same time...
Brynhild: ...I feel I must create the strongest possible Heroic Spirit...
Mash: No, Brynhild!
Brynhild: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Brynhild: I...I cannot hold myself back. I truly am an unstable Heroic Spirit.
Brynhild: It...it will happen automatically. I will begin to love automatically.
Scáthach: Magical energy surge! Master, her Primordial Rune is activating!
Altera: I leave the commands to you, Master. It seems we have no choice but to settle this with our swords.
Fujimaru 1: Prepare for battle!
Fujimaru 2: Let's stop her!
Altera: Understood, Master!
Brynhild: ...Give me a blade. Show me all your power! The one who ends my life will be given the protection and blessing of Palingenesis!!!
Brynhild: Warriors! Be chosen! Heroes! Stop me!
Brynhild: Me me me... Me me me me me me me me meee!
Fujimaru 1: Brynhild!
Archer of Shinjuku: ...And that's how it went.
Archer of Shinjuku: Chaldea's Master and [♂ his /♀ her] Servants managed to stop the out-of-control Valkyrie.
Archer of Shinjuku: Oh, and the Valkyrie is quite safe. Her Spirit Core, too. In the end, she did not use a Primordial Rune.
Archer of Shinjuku: Though this is indeed an interesting case study...
Archer of Shinjuku: It all, luckily, ended well. As to what caused her to go berserk in the first place...
Archer of Shinjuku: El-Melloi had some idea, but unfortunately he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
Archer of Shinjuku: The important bit is that Chaldea is safe and sound.
Archer of Shinjuku: None of its systems, Sheba included, went out of control.
Archer of Shinjuku: It turned out not to be possible to locate another Holy Grail.
Archer of Shinjuku: At any rate, sorry to get your hopes up.
Amakusa Shirou: ...What are you talking about?
Amakusa Shirou: If I recall, you mentioned something might happen before this tournament started.
Amakusa Shirou: I had absolutely nothing to do with this. I am just relieved everyone is safe.
Archer of Shinjuku: Let's just leave it at that.
Archer of Shinjuku: I was interested in what you were going to do if you obtained a Holy Grail, but... Hahaha. You're a more cunning man than I expected.
Amakusa Shirou: Then I shall take my leave. You should at least enjoy this festival until its end.
Amakusa Shirou: It's being held so everyone can relax. After all, everyone deserves a breather once in a while.
Amakusa Shirou: On the other hand...
Amakusa Shirou: Perhaps a minor bit of wickedness like that is more relaxing to you than anything else.
Archer of Shinjuku: Hahahaha! I believe I'll have to duck that particular question, young man!
Amakusa Shirou: ...Farewell.
Archer of Shinjuku: He really is a cunning man. Intriguing.
Archer of Shinjuku: Now then. I suppose it's punishment time. I know you're skulking about, O Great Detective.
Holmes: Not running away or hiding is unlike you. Have your habits changed now that you've become a Servant?
Holmes: Either way, you are the culprit. You were the one who caused Brynhild to go berserk.
Archer of Shinjuku: Have you any proof?
Holmes: No physical evidence, obviously. I would not expect you to be so careless.
Holmes: But of course, I did come across the truth. Besides, Lord El-Melloi was the detective today.
Holmes: The reasoning via magecraft techniques approach is certainly interesting. But either way...
Holmes: Even if there is no clear-cut evidence, there are always ways to find the culprit.
Holmes: While such a thing may be impossible for an ordinary man, it is surely not so for the Great Detective. I trust I needn't elaborate?
Archer of Shinjuku: Heh. So what you're trying to say is...
Archer of Shinjuku: I'm busted.
Holmes: The only thing that remains unclear is whether you knew her rampage could be stopped at the last minute.
Archer of Shinjuku: Hope for tomorrow!
Holmes: Baritsu!!! (Gentlemanly kick!)
Archer of Shinjuku: Ow...it looked like you didn't put your whole weight on it, yet it still stings...! Are you sure that move's not against the rules!?
Holmes: Helena was right. I'm glad I participated in the festival. It was good to move about a bit.
Brynhild: Master...I wish to formally apologize.
Brynhild: I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. I am a terribly unstable Servant...
Brynhild: But Master. Please know that I will do my utmost not to make trouble for you anymore.
Brynhild: Leonardo da Vinci gave me a gift.
Brynhild: She used a portion of Chaldea's resources to create a device that will make sure my operational status remains normal.
Brynhild: It may not be completely flawless, but I feel more secure than I did before.
Brynhild: Should I...act strange...again...
Brynhild: ...Please do not hesitate to break me. Until that time comes, I will be your strength.
Fujimaru 1: I won't break you.
Fujimaru 2: It's okay. You'll never go berserk again, Brynhild.
Brynhild: ...Yes, Master.