Arctic Summer World ~ Chaldea's Midsummer Tour of the Enchanted Garden
TIP
This is translated by Gem
Opening: Arctic Servants
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A bleached white Earth.
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A bleaching of humanity.
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Indeed, everything on the surface has been bleached.
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“Oh?”
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“Even a place such as this was bleached?”
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There is no color on a blank slate Earth, and there’s no life moving on it either.
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It’s a horizon of pure white as far as the eye can see.
No matter where you looked in the world—no matter what place you even see—there’s not much of a difference.
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“I thought perhaps maybe in the far north.”
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“Hmm.”
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“It really is all white.”
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“The Arctic Circle... The Arctic Ocean.”
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The place that she was looking at—originally—should have been a sea covered in an endless amount of dense ice.
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It has been bleached to a blank slate; the very land itself was bleached.
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I see. So the bleaching of humanity is not as simple as land mass conversion.
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If that’s the case, does it depend on some kind of mystery—---?
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“Empty as far as the eye can see.”
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“Excellent.”
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“With the way this is, then it’s doable.”
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“—Precisely. Hey, isn’t this a great place?”
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She laughs at the whitened land.
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It wasn’t a smile you could call human.
Scathach-Skadi:
The time has come...
Scathach-Skadi:
In my hand is the Holy Grail, and before me is the whitened land.
Scathach-Skadi:
Fufufu......
Scathach-Skadi:
Fufu, fufufufufufufufufufufufu.
If I, Skadi, can stop this, then I shall!
Thrud:
Please stop this at once, Skadi-sama!
Thrud:
To get away this far from Chaldea......
Why would you be doing this?!
Hildr:
She’s right, this isn’t like you at all, Skadi-sama!
Let’s go home and eat some ice cream!
Ortlinde:
That’s right...
Master will be saddened too!
Ortlinde:
Even if you’re using Primordial Runes, it’ll be a burden doing this all alone, long-term.
Ortlinde:
Come, let’s go back.
Scathach-Skadi:
Hmm.....
Scathach-Skadi:
Master, huh?
Hildr:
(Twitch!)
Hildr:
Yes, yes, Master--!
They’ll be sad to hear if you went out of line and brought out a Holy Grail!
Thrud:
Where did you even get one of those to begin with?! That Holy Grail!
Thrud:
The underground vaults are currently sealed and managed under tight security. If that’s true, then...
Ortlinde:
...That’s a brand new Holy Grail.
Is that the case, Skadi-sama?!
Scathach-Skadi:
...Fu.
Scathach-Skadi:
Fufufufufufufufufufu.
That’s right, you could say in a way that’s how I got this Holy Grail.
Scathach-Skadi:
No one can stand in my way. Yes, not even if it’s Master.
Scathach-Skadi:
Behold—
Scathach-Skadi:
Fufu... What do you think?
Thrud:
A Swimsuit Saint Graph?!
Thrud:
W-Wait, if you wanted to just change your Saint Graph, you could have just used your Runes...
Hildr:
But to use the Holy Grail for just something like that...
Ortlinde:
It can’t be!
Scathach-Skadi:
It is what you suspect. But you’ve realized it too late, Ortlinde.
Scathach-Skadi:
With all my love, here in the very Arctic—
I will paint a new Singularity.
3 Sisters:
!!
--ARROW--
Valkyrie?:
I’ve found one of them.
Valkyrie?:
Hey, can you spare one second?
Erice:
Sure?
Valkyrie??:
You two over there, can you spare a moment?
Jeanne Alter:
Heh, what do the Valkyries of Scandinavia want with us-----?
Jeanne Alter:
H-Huh?
Isn’t your Saint Graph a bit different than the norm?
Jeanne:
Well, well it’s fine! They could be Swimsuit Saint Graphs, no?!
Jeanne Alter:
Swimsuit Saint Graphs~?
Valkyrie??:
(Grin)
Valkyrie???:
—。
Sei Shōnagon:
Hnghh~ That’s uber cute! Valkyrie’s Swimsuit Saint Graph is too cute~!
Murasaki Shikibu:
I get it. How fascinating.
Um, wait one second.
Murasaki Shikibu:
Is that what I think it is?
Could this be a midsummer military style?
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
Well, that’s what it looks like to me.
It looks lovely and come to think of it,
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
It reminds me of the Summer Saint Graph of Osakebehime’s.
It suits you well. Um... what was your name again----?
Sei Shōnagon:
Huh?
Sei Shōnagon:
It isn't Thrud or Hildr or Ortlinde ...
Sei Shōnagon:
Where did this girl even come from?
Murasaki Shikibu:
?!
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
Indeed, they’re not any of them, yet they have the same scent.
If that’s the case—what do we call you?
Valkyrie???:
I wonder if I should say they’re spot on.
Valkyrie???:
All of the Valkyrie Saint Graphs should be exactly the same, but they saw through me so accurately.
Valkyrie???:
Nice to meet you, Chaldean Heroic Spirits.
Valkyrie???:
My name is Ers,. The formal name is Gerskögul.
Valkyrie?:
The name of this particular unit is Rindr. Nice to meet you.
Valkyrie??:
Orun. Ah, but my official name is Ölrún!
Pleased to make your acquaintance!
Örun:
We’re the new three Valkyrie sisters.
Örun:
We are the freshly summoned Valkyries, different from our big sisters.
Jeanne:
I see. I understand now.
I saw that you had a good shot----Are you an Archer?
Jeanne:
No... judging from how your presence was concealed, are you an Assassin?
Jeanne Alter:
Ooh, a new Servant, huh?
Didn’t hear anything from Master about this, though?
D：Örun:
You’re sharp!
D：Örun:
You’re right, we’re not Chaldean Servants.
D：Örun:
We’re the Valkyrie sisters, summoned by the North Pole Queen, Scathach = Skadi!
Jeanne Alter:
Skadi~?
D：Örun:。
Oh, we’re Servants of Pan-Human History. Make no mistake about it.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
So—
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
On what business is a Servant outside of Chaldea here for?
Scathach = Skadi is one of us...
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
Surely you’re not suggesting a rebellion are you?
C：Ers:
...
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
If you dare turn against Chaldea and Master, I’ll cleave that Saint Graph of yours on the spot—
Sei Shōnagon:
That’s a rather quick judgment call?!
Sei Shōnagon:
Hey listen, Rico-pin, they’ve got firearms.
Shouldn’t we be hearing them out first?
Sei Shōnagon:
If they wanted to have a brawl, they would’ve done it already long ago.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
Fufu, I guess that’s true.
I was rather quick to judge.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
It is that time of year, you know. Never could know what prohibited Saint Graphs would start rebelling.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu:
So as a mother—or rather—as Chairman of the Shadow Disciplinary Committee, I have to steel my mind…
Sei Shōnagon:
True, it’s already summer before we had even realized it...
We should get our swimsuits ready soon too---
Murasaki Shikibu:
Um, the current matter is not really about swimsuits...
C：Ers:
Oh, that! Yes, that!
Murasaki Shikibu:
Y-Yes to what?
C：Ers:
Swimsuits! That’s us sisters—
D：Rindr:
We’re the Three Sisters, the Three Valkyrie Sisters with Swimsuit Saint Graphs!
Erice:
Three Valkyrie Sisters with Swimsuit Saint Graphs...?
D：Rindr:
Yeah, you got it. Understand?
Erice:
I underst...
Erice:
......
Erice:
.........??
Erice:
Nono, I don't. I don’t get it at all! What even is a Swimsuit Saint Graph to begin with?!
Erice:
Sure, when it's summer...
There were Servants who had their Saint Graphs modified,
Erice:
But I haven’t heard the specifics, and I’ve never even got to ask Master myself...
Erice:
I don’t actually know—
D：Rindr:
Ohh, so that’s the fuss.
It’s not a problem!
D：Rindr:
Not only do we need those who had experience with Swimsuit Saint Graphs, we also need new Servants too!
D：Rindr:
I choose you! Come, let’s go!
Erice:
Go where...?
D：Rindr:
O Primordial Rune!
Grant her a Summer Get-up, right here!
Erice:
!!
Both:
!
A：Jeanne:
We’ve changed to our Swimsuit Saint Graphs, haven’t we...?
Jeanne Alter:
You could’ve avoided that! The hell did you grab my arm so quickly for?
Jeanne Alter:
I could’ve avoided that!!
A：Jeanne:
She said Summer Getup---In other words, no danger.
A：Jeanne:
And on the bright side, look!
A：Jeanne:
We’ve changed into the two sisters in a swimsuit!
Please, don’t you think it’s a little bit nice?
Jeanne Alter:
Hell no I don’t!
You pretending to be a Big Sis this year too?!
A：Jeanne:
I’m not pretending. I am a Big Sis.
I have [♂ three sisters and a little brother / ♀️ I have four little sisters]!
Jeanne Alter:
As usual, your intelligence plummets when you don that swimsuit, you octo-saint!