Singularity 5: North American Myth War - E Pluribus Unum
Prelude
C：???:
Hah, hah...Hah...
A：???:
You don't know when to give up, do you, punk? I really want to get this over with.
C：???:
...Damn you!
C：???:
Ugh!
C：???:
The amount of curses covering your body...They're strong enough for you to shoulder an entire nation!
C：???:
Damn you! If you possess this much strength...Why? Why have you fallen to Ravana's level!?
C：???:
Your skill is not something that can be given, but obtained only through sheer will and determination!
C：???:
You could've transcended good and evil! It shouldn't be possible for you to be corrupted like this!
A：???:
Huh? What are you talking about? I'm like this because I've transcended good and evil.
A：???:
I kill my enemies. I will keep killing until one of us dies. That's the only law on the battlefield.
C：???:
Look at this mountain of corpses! Is it your law to slaughter the weak with overwhelming brutality!?
A：???:
Why would I waste my time worrying about something so trivial?
A：???:
What? Don't tell me you actually judge your enemy's worth? You would let them live if they're weak, yet kill them if they're strong?
A：???:
—That's ridiculous. If you want to kill something in a humane way, do it at a ranch.
A：???:
This is a battlefield. I'm tired of hearing your theories. Just die.
A：???:
It's go time, my demonic thorn of death!
C：???:
Ugh! Brahmastra, full power!
A：???:
Ha! See, you do have it in you. Too bad, you're just a circus clown.
A：???:
Gáe–Bolg!
C：???:
...Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!
A：???:
–What? How are you still standing?
A：???:
What a pain. You still hang on to life despite having 80% of your heart destroyed. Servants–Heroes, can be such a nuisance.
C：???:
Gar...Hah...
C：???:
I can't...die here...Not...until I see...Sita!
A：???:
Who the hell is that? Like I care.
C：???:
...Ugh...
A：???:
Huh?
Mechanized Infantry:
Servant response confirmed. Commencing countermeasures.
A：???:
...That trash from the West, huh?
Soldier:
Now, Geronimo!
C：???:
What's...going on?
Geronimo:
Just come with me! We have to escape while they keep him busy!
C：???:
Who...Who are you?
A：???:
I see now. You all want to get in my way. In that case, you're all my enemies.
A：???:
In other words, this is a new battlefield! Let me first extend my welcome by killing you!
Soldier:
Geronimo, go! We'll hold him off here!
Geronimo:
...Thank you!
A：???:
Hah! Ready to sacrifice yourself? Well, look at you! Your morale is pretty high for a mere pawn!
Soldier:
We won't...lose...This land...will not...yield!
A：???:
Oops, I screwed up. He was too annoying so I just crushed him.
A：???:
He pointed his blade toward the king of a nation. I really should just cut off his head and display it as a warning but...I guess there are more where he came from.
A：???:
Hey punk, let's continue. I've already crushed your insides. How about I go for your skull next and–
A：???:
...What the hell, he's gone already.
A：???:
Tch, that's no fun. Oh well, injuries from my spear's thorn are incurable. He'll eventually die.
D：???:
–Hehehe, you look braver than ever. Say, which do you like better, to fight, or to kill?
A：???:
Huh? Is there any difference?
A：???:
Or what? Are you one of those idiots who think of eating and living as two separate things?
D：???:
...You're funny, Cú. You really are different. You're like a wild beast.
D：???:
Even in life, there was a part of you that somehow felt like a beast in human's clothing...
D：???:
But this time, I can't sense a single trace of impurity! You're without a doubt a king among all violent beasts!
D：???:
Truly fantastic. I wonder if the hero Cú Chulainn lost all his rationality by being given an imaginary concept.
D：???:
But I like both forms of Cú. Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Well, that's number thirty...Huh? Woman, did you say something?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Either way, job's done. I'm going to sleep now. Wake me up if anything happens.
D：???:
...Oh boy. I'm happy to see you all rough and tough, but it's a shame you're strangely indifferent now.
D：???:
Well, it's fine either way. You probably won't have much chance to show off anymore.
D：???:
Because from here on, it's my turn! Here comes the innocent, perfect, much beloved Queen Medb☆
Celtic Warrior:
...What are your orders?
Medb:
Come, my warriors! It's time to advance our troops! Sing my praises, loudly!
Medb:
Praise me, and kill my enemies! Medb is the best!
Medb:
Oh, my dear and sweet warriors! Come on, we're almost there!
Medb:
This nation! This land! Everything will be ours!
Medb:
Eternal, an eternal nation. We'll create a utopia!
Medb:
If they oppose me, kill them! If they don't oppose me, still kill them!
Medb:
Foolish civilians, unwise leaders, and weak soldiers! I need none of them!
Medb:
The United States will be no more, and from its ashes we'll create a new nation.
Medb:
It'll be an eternal nation only for us! One centered around us!
Geronimo:
How's his condition?
Soldier:
Terrible. It's amazing he could stay alive.
Soldier:
So he's a Servant, too. Like you...Geronimo.
Geronimo:
Yes...We need as much manpower as we can get. Tell the shaman to give him the best treatment possible.
Geronimo:
But...things won't get better as they are now.
Soldier:
Geronimo, can we talk for a minute?
Geronimo:
What's going on?
Soldier:
Moments ago, the last fort in the East fell. The United Western States has retreated from the East.
Soldier:
The East-West Civil War will drag on longer than it should. So it means–
Geronimo:
This place will turn into what the missionary called “Purgatory. ”
Soldier:
What's the difference between Purgatory and Hell?
Geronimo:
No big difference. In either case, it is going to be harsh for us.
Soldier:
What are we going to do?
Geronimo:
You guys should continue infiltrating the Western forces in those costumes.
Geronimo:
Although many non-human creatures lurk among the Celts, the Western troops still have a lot of humans.
Soldier:
Yes, understood.
Geronimo:
Don't worry. The star is finally starting to show movement. It seems the Mage's Association is getting serious...
Geronimo:
...Wait, no. Perhaps the world is not moving, it's revolving.
Geronimo:
I hope...that this starlight is something that we can be proud of...
--SECTION BREAK--
A：???:
—I woke up at the same time today.
A：???:
I checked my temperature. I checked my five senses. I said my name out loud, so that I could understand it better.
A：???:
I think I've gotten quite used to waking up like this. Previously, my wake-up was a bit more gradual.
A：???:
It was as if I was walking on thin ice,or sneaking in front of an animal in a blissful sleep.
A：???:
That's how I used to wake up. Like I was looking for my way in complete darkness.
A：???:
Of course it's different now. My self-consciousness is stable. I don't have to worry about my memory disappearing after each sleep.
A：???:
I am who I am. Today, too, I can feel that I am myself.
B：???:
Good morning. You're on time as usual. Ready for breakfast?
B：???:
Your brain waves are stable. If you continue like this, you won't need to stay in this sterile chamber anymore.
B：???:
Then you can finally be a researcher at Chaldea. I will throw a celebration for you when that day comes.
B：???:
Do you have any requests? I'll try to get you anything within my capabilities.
A：???:
I couldn't think of what I wanted,but I thought of something I wanted to do.
A：???:
Though I knew this comfortable room was more than enough, I wanted to go outside, just once.
B：???:
Well. You'll get out pretty soon.
B：???:
What I want to give you is more like a gift, not something simple like what you just said...
A：???:
I expressed my intention by shaking my head.
A：???:
What I wanted to see was not outside of my room, but Chaldea. I wanted to see the outside world with my own eyes, not through pictures.
B：???:
Oh, I see...So you want to actually see the sea and the grass field from the VR program I showed you the other day.
B：???:
That'll be difficult. Chaldea is on top of a snowy mountain, 6,000 meters above sea level.
B：???:
Part of it is to prevent top secrets from leaking. Either way, you'll see nothing but a blizzard if you go outside.
B：???:
Maybe you can see the ravine when the weather clears up once a year.
B：???:
Even so, your body can't withstand the outside world. I think it's best for you to change your way of thinking.
B：???:
If you want to see nature then VR is enough. It's not worth it for you to shorten your already short activation period.
A：???:
His smile seemed so troubled, like he was sorry for me. His gaze avoided mine.
A：???:
...It made me feel terribly sorry. I suppose what I said made him feel sad.
B：???:
Oh, but you'll be free anywhere within Chaldea. I will take responsibility and make sure to get the Director's approval.
B：???:
You can rest assured and wait for that day to come. I will think of a gift for you.
A：???:
“Thank you,” I replied.
A：???:
It was hard for me to think about what I wanted, but I was happy that anyone would care that much about me.
A：???:
I am very, very happy.
A：???:
Because today, I can spend another peaceful day without changes.
Fujimaru 1:
...That dream just now...
Fujimaru 2:
...How was that happiness?
Fou:
Fou? Fooou?
Fujimaru 1:
Wait...Am I crying?
Fujimaru 2:
...What's this feeling, in my heart?
Fou:
Fou? Kyuuu...Fou, fooou!
Fujimaru 1:
Yup, times like this call for a doctor.
Mash:
Good morning, Senpai. You're here to see the Doctor for something?
Dr. Roman:
Oh, is that Fujimaru? I'm glad you are here. I need your help convincing her.
Dr. Roman:
Mash fights in the front lines too much these days. As her physician I think she should take a break...
Mash:
That's not necessary. Senpai should be under the same conditions.
Mash:
As long as Senpai is fighting, I can't find any reason for me to rest.
Dr. Roman:
As you can see, she's insisting that she follow you. Fujimaru, what do you think?
Fujimaru 1:
I won't stop her if she wants to come.
Mash:
See? You are being overprotective, Doctor. You are the commander, so please keep your composure.
Mash:
And thank you, Senpai. I will do my best to match your expectations.
Fujimaru 2:
Mash will be fine. I'll protect her.
Mash:
Yes. I believe in you, Master.
Dr. Roman:
Sigh...Oh boy. Though I am happy she's become so dependable in the short while that I wasn't looking...
Dr. Roman:
Well, it's also true that things can be inconvenient unless Fujimaru is accompanied by Mash...
Dr. Roman:
Fine, I will allocate more budget to Mash's health management. But don't force too much on her.
Mash:
No need to worry, Doctor. Self-management is one of the things I'm good at.
Mash:
I'll tell Senpai immediately if I don't feel well. We must stay alert at all times during a Grand Order.
Mash:
Even a slight decrease in my performance would put Master in danger, so I won't hesitate to state my requests.
Mash:
I'll ask for medical attention when injured, and I'll ask for sweets when I need sugar.
Mash:
As far as that goes, I can guarantee you I am on top of that.
Dr. Roman:
Hmmm, you've really become quite dependable.
Dr. Roman:
Oh, it's a call from the Command Room. They're ready for the next Rayshift.
Dr. Roman:
Let's get going, Fujimaru, Mash. We'll start with a briefing as usual.
Mash:
Yes. Let's hurry up, Senpai.
Fou:
...Fooou...
Fujimaru 1:
I didn't get a chance to ask the Doctor...
Fujimaru 2:
Well, it's not like he's going anywhere.
Dr. Roman:
Let's start the briefing. The rest of Chaldea's staff, please pay attention as well.
Dr. Roman:
After the battle in London, we now know our enemy is the King of Mages, Solomon.
Dr. Roman:
We're lucky we obtained all sorts of information...Though it was likely on purpose.
Dr. Roman:
Out of all the information we received, here's the important detail–
Fujimaru 1:
He will not attack us.
Fujimaru 2:
The King of Mages won't fight.
Dr. Roman:
That's right. It seems Solomon doesn't care about us taking down the other three Singularities.
Dr. Roman:
He made it clear that he won't attack us until then. Whatever the purpose, it doesn't look like he's lying.
Mash:
So, we can continue with our mission of correcting the Singularities?
Dr. Roman:
Yes. First, we'll return human history back to its proper course. The problem is—
Da Vinci:
How to deal with the King of Mages, right? Grand Caster...He stands above all mages.
Da Vinci:
I don't like the fact that there's a Caster who ranks higher than me, but I suppose it can't be helped.
Da Vinci:
Inserting the reincarnated Demon Gods into each era...That's not something an ordinary person would think of.
Da Vinci:
As a genius myself, I must admit...We currently have no idea how to track him, let alone defeat him.
Dr. Roman:
...You're right. We don't know how to track him.
Mash:
I hear the King of Mages had 72 Demon Gods serving under him. We've defeated at least three of them, that means–
Da Vinci:
There are 69 left...But there's no point counting them.
Da Vinci:
If he's indeed the Grand Caster, he can replenish the lost Demon Gods as much as he wants.
Dr. Roman:
Yes, the familiar known as the “72 Demon Gods” is one single ritual, one single concept.
Dr. Roman:
In that case, all 72 of them must always exist.
Dr. Roman:
As long as they call themselves “Demon Gods,” all 72 pillars will continue to be around Solomon regardless of shape or form.
Fujimaru 1:
So you mean there is no end?
Dr. Roman:
Yeah. Unless we defeat King Solomon, the summoner, the 72 Demon Gods will never disappear from this planet.
Fujimaru 2:
What are they? Octopus tentacles?
Da Vinci:
Hmm...I don't think they look that delicious...
Da Vinci:
...But using marine life as an analogy might be getting to the point...
Da Vinci:
Hmm...It reminds me of something I've seen in a picture book...But I can't remember...
Dr. Roman:
I know we're in the dark regarding Solomon, but we do know what we have to do.
Dr. Roman:
Let's think about how to get rid of the Demon Gods after we're done with that.
Dr. Roman:
So, let's start talking about our current coordinates. This is a place that would surprise any mage.
Mash:
Where is it?
Dr. Roman:
North America. A superpower known as the “United States of America. ”
Dr. Roman:
You can't exclude this nation from history.
Dr. Roman:
This nation is insignificant when it comes to Magecraft, but historically it's as important as Rome.
Mash:
...Insignificant when it comes to Magecraft...I see, the Doctor is correct.
Mash:
It's true that the United States is still a young nation, and there're no official records of it ever holding a Holy Grail War.
Da Vinci:
Hahaha. To me it's just the place that said I put codes in my paintings.
Da Vinci:
When would I have time to do something like that when I'm painting? Even if I did, I'd only do it to spite my client.
Dr. Roman:
That aside, it's not like they're completely void of Magecraft.
Dr. Roman:
Apparently, they've developed their own style of Magecraft that could summon an Elemental down to Earth.
Dr. Roman:
I also confirmed that Heroic Spirits existed.
Dr. Roman:
There are deep-rooted legends of outlaws who would rebel against anything in that nation.
Dr. Roman:
Obviously, we can't treat this like places we've encountered before. I want you to proceed with your search carefully.
Dr. Roman:
—Then I'll start the Rayshift. Master Fujimaru, please start your preparations.
Announcement A:
Unsummon Program, start. Spiritron Conversion, start.
Announcement A:
Rayshift starting in 3, 2, 1...
Announcement A:
All procedures cleared. Grand Order, commencing operation.
Section 1: Feet on the Ground, Eyes on the Stars
Mash:
...Whew. The Rayshift was successful, Senpai.
Mash:
We're in a forest somewhere in America in the year 1783.
Mash:
...To be precise, we are on the continent of North America...The United States hasn't been born yet.
Mash:
Once the Revolutionary War against England ends this year, the nation later known as “America” will be established.
Mash:
After that, this nation will turn into a monster-like mega power that dominates this world.
Mash:
Whether that's good or not, there's no doubt that this nation is absolutely essential for the proper course of history.
Fujimaru 1:
Is England the enemy?
Fujimaru 2:
Who is the enemy?
Mash:
Let's say America loses the war, and the nation known as the United States never comes into existence.
Mash:
...Right, though that certainly is a possibility, the mere result of the Revolutionary War won't change the flow of history.
Mash:
As long as America has shown its will for independence, even if that process gets delayed for 30 to 50 years...
Mash:
Eventually the United States of America will be established.
Mash:
I don't think it's as simple as “England is our enemy. ”
Dr. Roman:
Sorry, I know you've just arrived but we have a bit of an issue! I've detected a large scale battle just ahead!
Dr. Roman:
I don't know the details, but please hurry! This is not an ordinary battle!
Mash:
Understood. Master, let's go!
Mash:
This is...
Soldier:
Stand your ground, elites of the glorious Mechanized Infantry Brigade! Protect this territory with your lives!
Mechanized Soldier:
Yes! Domination Order! We're ready to keep firing till our barrels are empty!
Mash:
Th-That's...Mr. Babbage!? Senpai, it's Mr. Babbage!
Fujimaru 1:
Calm down, Mash. That's not him.
Fujimaru 2:
Calm down, Mash. It's nothing.
???:
—!
Mash:
The other side is...a lot more retro-looking!
Mechanized Soldier:
—Oh, terrible. Enemy reinforcements spotted. Firing warning shots, then proceeding to exterminate!
Mash:
The guns are pointed at us—Senpai!
Fujimaru 1:
For now, let's fight back!
Mash:
Understood, Master! This is our first battle on North American soil, I'll do my best!
--BATTLE--
Soldier:
I-Impossible! The enhanced exoskeleton “Hard Work Mk-2” given by His Excellency was destroyed!?
Soldier:
And by such a frail-looking girl? Could she be...the Servant-Type enemy I read about in my report?
Soldier:
Fine! Retreat! We'll move our front line back until the reinforcements arrive! Hurry!
Mash:
Hah...Hah...We did it, Master!
Mash:
I can't grasp the situation yet, but it seems one side has retreated—
???:
—!
Dr. Roman:
Be careful! Now the other side has targeted you! Please hang on for a little bit longer, Fujimaru!
--BATTLE--
C：???:
—!
Mash:
We did it! Now those people are retreating as well!
Fujimaru 1:
Good job, Mash!
Fujimaru 2:
Mash, you should get back, too!
Mash:
Y-Yes! We should hurry and retreat as well! If we continue to stay here, we'll get flanked by both forc—
Mash:
Master, fall back now—No...RUN!
Fou:
Fou!
Fujimaru 1:
Huh?
Fujimaru 2:
What?
Mash:
Senpai? Senpai!
Mash:
Doctor! Senpai is airborne!
Dr. Roman:
Huh? Mash, what did you just say?
Mash:
You know, airborne! Like when your two feet are above the ground and...Oh never mind!
Mash:
Senpai! Stay with me, please! Senpai, Senpai!
Section 2: The Lady with a Lamp
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......
Fujimaru 1:
...
???:
Patient No. 99, severely wounded. The wound on the right arm is serious, I recommend amputation.
Fujimaru 1:
...
???:
Here, too...I don't think it can be saved. Left femur shattered. It's a miracle that this one's alive.
???:
We're going to have to amputate this as well.
Fujimaru 1:
???
???:
Gouge wound on the lateral region of the abdomen...No problem, as long as we remove the damaged organs and stitch it back up.
Fujimaru 1:
???
???:
Don't worry, you'll still live. Your condition is far better than the other patients here.
???:
In another 200 years, highly advanced artificial limbs should be developed...I suppose that's too far ahead.
???:
Now then, it's time to amputate.
Fujimaru 1:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
???:
This should've been a surgeon's job, but seeing how we don't have enough physicians here, I will do it.
???:
Please bite on this. It's going to hurt.
???:
If I were to compare it to something...It'll hurt as much as getting your arm ripped off.
Fujimaru 1:
That's the same thing!
Fujimaru 2:
You don't have much of a vocabulary, do you!?
???:
You mustn't be so childish. At least it's better than dying, isn't it?
Fujimaru 1:
Um, I don't really think amputation is necessary.
Fujimaru 2:
Just stitch me back up, please!
???:
No. I'm doing it. I'm cutting. This wound, at least, must be dealt with swiftly.
???:
Don't worry, you're still young. I know you can endure something like this.
???:
...Sorry. That sounded rather vague. Let me correct myself. You must endure it no matter what.
Fujimaru 1:
You're crazy!
Fujimaru 2:
You just want to cut something, don't you?
???:
...You there, don't come in here in that unsanitary state when I'm treating someone!
Mash:
Please wait! Stop! You've got the wrong person!
???:
There's no mistake. All patients are equal, be they a private or a colonel.
???:
No matter who they are, I'll do the best I can to save them. In order to do that, proper hygiene is essential.
???:
Listen to me. Take one step closer and I'll shoot you.
Mash:
I-I wasn't about to!
???:
Your eyes told me otherwise.
Fujimaru 1:
I am fine!
Fujimaru 2:
I don't like where this is going!
Mash:
Senpai! Thank goodness, you're conscious!
???:
How are you fine? It's a miracle that your limbs are still attached after taking a direct hit from the cannons.
???:
Normally, I would amputate those limbs to prevent the blood from reaching unnecessary areas...
???:
And by keeping those wounds clean, we can prevent them from getting infected.
???:
Don't worry, I am going to heal you, even if that means killing you.
???:
Yes...I will do everything in my power to save you! I will take your life if I have to!
Fujimaru 1:
That's messed up!
Fujimaru 2:
The ends and means are reversed?
???:
I am sure some people see it that way. But sometimes, you have no room for doubt in the field of medicine.
Mash:
Medicine...Cleanliness...Ah. Um, are you...
???:
Am I what?
Mash:
You're a Servant...Aren't you?
???:
That has nothing to do with this. As long as I'm summoned here, I'll only think about how to follow my conviction.
???:
My conviction is my strength, and that is medical treatment. It doesn't matter if I'm a Servant or not, I must do my best here.
???:
Now that I'm summoned to this battlefield, I must treat these patients.
Mash:
Huh? Ah, um, but you're a Servant, right? That person there is a Master.
Mash:
I'm sure you know that means that I must protect my Master. That's non-negotiable, even with you.
???:
That goes the same with me. My conviction won't falter unless you can have a stronger...
???:
...Wait. You...That body of yours...
???:
...Fine, understood. I'll withhold my treatment for now.
Mash:
Master, here's a Scroll of Healing.
Mash:
...You're all right. You're back to normal now.
Fujimaru 1:
I thought I was a goner...
Mash:
...Whew. Thank goodness it turned out okay...
???:
All right, if you're finished, get out of the way! My next patient is coming!
Fujimaru 1:
What is this place?
Mash:
I...don't really know myself...But this is the rear base of the American Independence Army.
Mash:
Do you remember that last battle?
Mash:
The American army lost. Their forces retreated from the front line.
Mash:
I followed along. Um...since they carried you here, Master.
Mash:
I don't know who's on the other side.... But I'm at least certain that it's not the British army.
Mash:
And there's one more thing. This army is strange, too. The American flag they're flying isn't what it's supposed to be...
Mash:
...and the ones they sent in to fight...were the same things we encountered in London.
Fujimaru 1:
Things...Homunculi?
Mash:
No, unfortunately, that's not what they are. I'll give you some hints: the smell of oil, looks like iron...
Fujimaru 2:
They're the robot army?
Mash:
That's it. Charles Babbage, the King of Steam. These things were the same as his production model.
Dr. Roman:
Hi, Fujimaru. Um...So that was a disaster, huh?
Dr. Roman:
In any case, what you've encountered was probably due to the Singularity.
Dr. Roman:
I don't know what they are, and there are many mysteries about this army you've joined up with...
Dr. Roman:
But what I can be certain of is that someone is trying to prevent the United States of America from being established.
Dr. Roman:
If the United States isn't established, it will cause a logical error in this world.
Dr. Roman:
Aside from the “anchor” that King Solomon used, I believe other powerful Servants are appearing in this era.
Dr. Roman:
But we're not going to change our methods.
Dr. Roman:
We'll keep looking for help from Servants who are already summoned.
Dr. Roman:
...And, I fully understand how you'd be nervous about this, but I think we should ask the Servant that's in front of us now.
Dr. Roman:
She seems dependable...I think?
Mash:
Doctor, when you say it like that, it almost sounds like this isn't your problem...
Dr. Roman:
No, I'm just a little scared. Just a little. I'm not good with nurses who are too serious...
Dr. Roman:
But you two aren't me. That's a battlefield, not an infirmary!
Dr. Roman:
Besides, we can't afford to be picky! Just try talking to her, Fujimaru!
Mash:
Actually...I proposed that earlier...but it didn't work. She won't listen.
Dr. Roman:
Why not?
Mash:
Seeing how she talks and acts, I have no doubt that her class is Berserker, and–
Mash:
I can't be certain yet, but her True Name is probably...Florence Nightingale.
Nightingale:
Did we get a new patient?
Nightingale:
...Don't call my name unless you need me. All right, the treatment is done.
Nightingale:
Keep the wounds clean, you hear me?
Soldier:
Thank you...very much...Are you...an angel?
Nightingale:
I don't know.
Nightingale:
Angels don't give out beautiful flowers,they're the ones who fight for those in distress.
Nightingale:
If you're in agony, yet still choose to fight–Then I will be there for you.
Mash:
I knew it, you're Florence Nightingale, aren't you?
Nightingale:
–I fail to see how that makes any difference.
Mash:
Please help us. Unless we correct the Singularity–
Nightingale:
Please don't bring up such foolishness. I have patients here waiting for me.
Nightingale:
That is the only reason and motivation for my being summoned.
Fujimaru 1:
There's a way to save them all.
Fujimaru 2:
There's a way to treat them all.
Nightingale:
...What's that now?
Mash:
You heard that right. May I, Ms. Nightingale?
Mash:
No matter how hard you struggle,the number of patients will keep increasing.
Mash:
In a normal war, the number of casualties slow down somewhere along the line.
Mash:
However, this is no normal war. This enemy will fight until the last man is dead.
Nightingale:
You say the patient count will keep increasing?
Mash:
Yes, unfortunately. That's exactly why we need to cut it off at the root.
Soldier:
Enemy raid, enemy raid!
Mash:
You there, sir! Is the enemy the same as before?
Soldier:
That's right! Anyone who can walk, prepare to engage! The mechanized brigade won't get here in time! So get the cannons ready!
Mash:
Master, let's fight with them.
Mash:
If we can't maintain the front line here,the patients will...
Fujimaru 1:
I know!
Fujimaru 2:
We can't let them attack this camp!
Mash:
Right!
Nightingale:
–Wait. I'll go with you.
Nightingale:
Despite my appearance, I know a thing or two about combat. But most of all, I can't let these patients be injured anymore.
Nightingale:
Doctor Rush! Please treat these patients just the way I told you.
Nightingale:
The patients who mustn't be moved are housed in the big tent. I want to move them, but that would risk their lives more.
Nightingale:
Those who can walk on their own, please help those who can't. When you do, be very careful not to touch their wounds.
Nightingale:
I won't let the enemy reach this tent. This is our sanctuary.
Doctor:
R-Right. But...Who are you?
Nightingale:
I'm a nurse. Nothing more, nothing less. Follow me, Servant!
Mash:
R-Right!
Doctor:
...Th-That's a nurse?
Nightingale:
Okay, time for treatment. I'll remove the infected parts right away.
Mash:
C-Calm down, okay? ...After another look, it seems our enemy can move better than humans.
Mash:
Anyway, let's fight. This is the front line. We can't win if we don't hold them here.
Mash:
Here I go, Master!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
More are on the way. They're more powerful than the ones before...
Fujimaru 1:
We've become more powerful as well.
Mash:
Right! Let's keep going!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
It's a stalemate. For them, it may have been their first Servant battle ever.
Nightingale:
I don't think they'll reach the tent, but–Mm. Mm, mm. Mm.
Dr. Roman:
–Detecting enemy Servants. Two of them!
D：???:
Your Majesty. We've found them.
D：???:
Apparently they're Servants. I can see why our troops aren't pushing onward.
D：???:
This is probably as far as the unsung warriors can go. Now it's our turn to step up.
C：???:
Just what I'd expect from my subordinate, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Your eyes are, yes, if I were to compare, akin to a hawk's!
Diarmuid:
...You are too kind. Compared to your wisdom, Fionn mac Cumhaill, I am nothing.
Fionn:
Hahaha! Enough with the modesty. You have an eye for beauty. The fact that you chose Gráinne proves it.
Diarmuid:
...N-No. I wouldn't...say that...Uh...
Fionn:
Sorry, I was only joking! That was a bit mean of me! Now, let's fight!
Fionn:
Let's show them the power of the Knights of Fianna! And...let's bring an eternal empire to this fertile land!
Diarmuid:
As you wish! Now, ladies. Prepare yourselves.
Diarmuid:
I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne,the best spearman in the Knights of Fianna.
Mash:
Diarmuid...the “radiant-faced” Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
Mash:
And standing right behind him is his lord,Fionn mac Cumhaill...
Nightingale:
In other words, you two are pathogens.
Diarmuid:
Pathogens? No, we're just warriors. Nothing more, nothing less.
Diarmuid:
Whoa!
Nightingale:
—With your death, I shall eradicate this disease!
Diarmuid:
Ugh...So you don't listen to what people say, huh? I don't like it, I really don't like such women...
--BATTLE--
Diarmuid:
Ugh!
Fionn:
You were caught off guard, Diarmuid! Leave it to me, I'll heal your wounds!
Diarmuid:
My lord, I am grateful. Please accept my apologies. Forgive me, I was overwhelmed.
Fionn:
Hahaha, that's my “Ladykiller” Diarmuid. So you're not comfortable taking on women?
Diarmuid:
No...I wouldn't say...Uh...
Fionn:
Hahaha! I jest, I jest! That was a pretty good one, too!
Fionn:
But no need to worry. They're both good-looking, powerful women.
Fionn:
I don't blame you for holding back. Now then, I shall head out myself.
Fionn:
In the name of the glorious Knights of Fianna,I shall claim their heads!
Fionn:
Lancer, Fionn mac Cumhaill...here I come!
--BATTLE--
Fionn:
Hmm. To think they're more than a match for both of us. Quite impressive...Are they seasoned veterans?
Mash:
Master, we couldn't finish them off!
Nightingale:
Wait! What's this...The wounded back at the camp...
Mash:
Wait, what? Nightingale, where are you going?
Fionn:
Oh, my, I think she's noticed.
Fionn:
Oh unknown Shielder Servant. This Holy Grail War is by all means...a war.
Fionn:
As far as we're concerned, we only needed to keep you here.
Mash:
Oh no! The other soldiers!
Fionn:
They're nameless warriors. Just unique monsters who will continue to fight.
Fionn:
Of course, they're no match for Servants...But I wonder...How about the American troops?
Mash:
Ugh!
Diarmuid:
...! Your Majesty, please retreat!
Fionn:
–What?
???:
Right flank, left flank, surround the enemy! We're going to charge down the middle!
???:
They're beasts who only process what's right before them! But we have wisdom!
Fionn:
Is that...the much-rumored Resistance? If there are more Servants, there's nothing we can do.
Fionn:
Fine. We'll retreat for now, Diarmuid! Give the order to the other warriors as well!
Diarmuid:
Very well. But will they be able to comprehend our orders?
Fionn:
Hmm? If they don't, it can't be helped. We'll abandon them. Come on, don't feel bad.
Fionn:
They're monsters born indefinitely from our queen. Even if we lose a few thousand here, it won't be a problem for us!
Diarmuid:
...Indeed, my liege. All right...Let us retreat.
Fionn:
Oh, before we do, I forgot something important. Oh beautiful Demi-Servant.
Mash:
D-Do you mean me?
Fionn:
Yes, I mean you. Are you determined to oppose us?
Mash:
...Yes. Along with my Master, we will defeat you.
Fionn:
That's a beautiful gaze, full of sincerity. I shall forgive your transgression for showing me such a wonderful gaze.
Fionn:
In return...If you're defeated, I shall have your heart! That's right, you shall become my wife!
Mash:
...Excuse me?
Fionn:
I can't wait, I really can't wait! A truly blissful promise! Now, then, farewell! Fare thee well!
Diarmuid:
...(There he goes again, just like that...)
Diarmuid:
Pardon us. It's a bad habit of my king's. You might think it's a prank, but he actually never lies.
Diarmuid:
He must've fallen for the sight of you fighting so bravely. If you're defeated, please consider surrender and submission.
Diarmuid:
Now, then, farewell! Fare thee well!
Mash:
...Um. What was that last part about?
Fujimaru 1:
He proposed to you.
Fujimaru 2:
He asked for your hand in marriage.
Mash:
I-Is that right? Well, that was a bit of a...surprise.
Mash:
Um...I have no comment on the man himself,but his words did have an impact...or should I say...
Mash:
I felt like my heart skipped a beat...Sorry, let me take a deep breath.
Mash:
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
Dr. Roman:
Hey! Are you okay? Looks like the enemy Servants are gone for now...
Dr. Roman:
...but now a different Servant has appeared. It's heading your way.
Mash:
Let's join Nightingale right away!
Section 3: Fragment of the Star
C：???:
Green, I'm out of ammo. Cover me.
D：???:
Gotcha.
D：???:
By the way, why do you call me “Green”? Who's this “Green”?
C：???:
I mean, you and I are both Archers, right? So we either call each other by our True Names or use code names.
C：???:
But neither of us wants to use our True Names, right? You know, as outlaws.
D：???:
I'm no outlaw. That's just how it turned out. Basically, I'm just a lazy-ass.
C：???:
Say, if you were an animal you would be a gorilla, right? I mean, Druids are like sages of the forest? Then you would be a gori–
D：???:
Green is fine, just call me Green. And why are you “Thunder”?
C：???:
Huh? It sounds cool, no? Thunder. Plus it's the name of my gun.
D：???:
...To be honest, between this land, what you wear, and that gun, I have a pretty good idea of your True Name. Is that okay?
C：???:
Come on, I can say the same for you. Faceless ruler of the forest, specialist in guerilla warfare.
D：???:
It's not good to go without a face. Now that we're done with idle chatter—
C：???:
Right, now that we're done—What do we do with this?
D：???:
How's that escape hatch we made?
C：???:
It's good. We can use it. It'd just be a shame to, that's all.
C：???:
After we gathered up all these weapons and ammo......Hmm, maybe we overdid it?
D：???:
Well, after all that sabotage, I'd say a bit.
D：???:
Doesn't seem like they have any Servants over there,but we're done for if they engage in close combat.
D：???:
...Well, it's all in fate's hands now. Want me to pray for the Master to come to our aid?
C：???:
Are you mad? Were your prayers ever answered in life?
D：???:
Why, sure. But you have to be a good boy.
D：???:
Unfortunately, it hasn't worked since I became an adult. I guess we're both just bad boys?
C：???:
Hmph, speak for yourself! I always said my prayers, just like my mom taught me.
D：???:
Yeah, yeah. I'm sure if you pray from the bottom of your heart, we'll be saved.
C：???:
Mmm, I guess praying in your spare time doesn't work. Well, I–
C：???:
was expecting that, too.
D：???:
Praying while blasting away with your gun won't do a thing. I mean, God can't hear your prayers over the gunshots.
D：???:
Whoa, someone fell for it. I'll go light 'em up.
C：???:
Yeah, knock yourself out.
C：???:
...Still, I'm tired. I wonder how long the Resistance is gonna hold out.
C：???:
Sooner or later, they'll reach their limit. I just hope Geronimo finds the “star” by then–
C：???:
Whoa, that was close. The “Regulators” are closed for today. Please visit us another day. See ya!
Mash:
Nightingale?
Nightingale:
Please give me a moment.
Nightingale:
I'm in the middle of telling Dr. Rush how to care for the patients.
Nightingale:
Honestly, though this is long before I was born, there is too little risk management concerning sanitation.
Mash:
R-Right...
Nightingale:
Listen to me. The wounds must be kept clean, and don't lay beds edge-to-edge.
Nightingale:
Normally, I would never let patients lie down on the filthy ground.
Nightingale:
Giving them vomit-inducing medication or bloodletting to expel toxins, or having them drink mercury chloride...
Nightingale:
If you perform outdated treatments like that again, I will punch you until you need treatment yourself. You've been warned.
Doctor:
But those are the latest techniques...
Nightingale:
Which is the latest, this gun or that treatment? Don't make me repeat myself.
Doctor:
U-Understood! Understood! I understand! Please, no more guns, latest or not!
Nightingale:
Also, treat all patients equally, regardless of age, gender, race, or social status.
Nightingale:
The only discrimination is the order they receive treatment.
Nightingale:
If you don't follow those rules, this bullet will go through your forehead, even if I'm 5,000 kilometers away.
Nightingale:
...You got all that, Benjamin Rush? Please take good care of the patients.
Doctor:
I-I will. You can be assured of that!
Doctor:
She's gone.
Doctor:
...Still, she's an outstanding nurse for being so radical.
Doctor:
“Regardless of race” are brave words in this day and age.
Doctor:
Seems she came from Europe. She must be famous over there.
Doctor:
...I have issues with that gun, though...
Mash:
Um...Did you just fire that?
Nightingale:
It's your imagination. Let's go.
Mash:
No, it isn't my imagination. You just fired that without hesitation.
Nightingale:
I just used the back of its blade.
Fujimaru 1:
Do guns have blades?
Mash:
If I have to guess...I think she means the bottom of the grip. You just lightly tap the back of the head like this?
Fujimaru 2:
I know. You can do that with shields, too.
Mash:
Of course. The trick is to strike gently, and at the moment of impact, shift the strike point...
Nightingale:
Excuse me, please refrain from idle chatter during treatment. Come, let's go.
Mash:
Ah, right! My apologies!
Mash:
Um...Senpai. Is it normal to feel a little bit worried?
Fou:
Fouuu.
C：???:
Wait, Florence. Where do you think you're going?
C：???:
Do you know that leaving your post in the military is an offense that can get you shot?
C：???:
Get back to your post now. Or else harsh punishment will be waiting for you.
Nightingale:
...You go back to your post.
Nightingale:
My job has not changed at all.
Nightingale:
I feel like I almost found a way to treat the soldiers' ailments at their core, so that's what I'm going to do.
C：???:
Oh, really? That is reasonable. Thank you. But—
C：???:
I can't let a Berserker like you wander off like that. What happens if you end up disrupting our troops?
C：???:
The king would never approve of this.
Nightingale:
...The king? Someone like that has absolutely no right to stop me.
Nightingale:
Unless you have a better way to treat the soldiers. I'm all ears.
C：???:
Sheesh, you really can't talk to a Berserker. I wonder what I should do.
C：???:
We've never seen eye to eye, so maybe this is a good chance to get rid of you?
Nightingale:
...Well, that's not very kind of you, but I feel the same way. That saves me some trouble.
Dr. Roman:
Yikes...We've got sparks flying over here...
Dr. Roman:
Why is it when two strong-minded women clash, it always turns into a bloodbath like this?
Fujimaru 1:
Doctor, calm down.
Mash:
I think this is happening because they're both correct, and stubborn in their own way!
Mash:
Anyway, we can't let them kill each other! Senpai, may I intervene?
Fujimaru 2:
Mash, please intervene!
Mash:
Roger that. I'm not confident, but I'll do my best!
Mash:
P-Pardon me for interrupting! Are you...a Servant too?
C：???:
Too? You mean...Oh! So many Servants! Great!
C：???:
When I heard the Celts were driven away,I assumed Florence had lost her mind again...
C：???:
But it seems I was wrong. So this is good news for the king?
Mash:
King?
C：???:
Oh, you don't know America's current situation? This country has split into two, and now the two sides are at war with each other.
C：???:
The other side is good-for-nothing savages who just want to destroy.
C：???:
And there's our side–the United Western States, led by our king.
C：???:
It's a civil war between the East and the West...not the North and the South.
Dr. Roman:
I see...
Dr. Roman:
So it's not even “What if the South won the Civil War? ”but a clash between two unknown armies.
Mash:
...Um, pardon me, miss. What's your name?
C：???:
Oh. You recognized Florence at a glance,but you don't know me?
Mash:
I-I'm sorry...Ms. Nightingale was...Um, anyway, it was easy to guess...
C：???:
That's okay, I'm only giving you a hard time. Please forgive my childishness.
C：???:
I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I am Helena Petrovna Blavatsky.
Blavatsky:
Well, I suppose I'm known more as Madame Blavatsky. I didn't appreciate having to change my maiden name.
Dr. Roman:
Helena Blavatsky! The poster girl for 19th-century occultism!
Dr. Roman:
A talented woman independent from the Mage's Association who codified occultism with only her distinctive powers–
Dr. Roman:
But seeing as how you're a Servant here,are you acting as an agent for the Mage's Association?
Blavatsky:
No. In this world, all major nations other than America are completely destroyed.
Fujimaru 1:
Who is this king?
Fujimaru 2:
So who do you serve?
Blavatsky:
Oh, so you're the Master. What a pity. We have already decided who to serve.
Blavatsky:
That's the king. If he conquers the globe, I have no problem with it.
Blavatsky:
I believe we'd become Lemuria, breaking away from other dimensions and continuing to wander.
Blavatsky:
Kind of like the Throne of Heroes. Don't you think that is a happy ending in its own way?
Nightingale:
–I can't accept that as treatment. Amputating the bad part and then walking away is outrageous.
Blavatsky:
...Well, I figured you would say that. But what do you think?
Fujimaru 1:
A definite no!
Blavatsky:
Oh, I see.
Fujimaru 2:
No, ma'am!
Blavatsky:
...I must admit to being a little irritated. “Ma'am. ” What is this “ma'am”?
Blavatsky:
...Ahem. Well then, where are you people taking Florence?
Mash:
...In order to prevent the destruction of this world, we intend to remove the cause.
Blavatsky:
I see. Then I suppose that makes us enemies.
Mash:
No, it doesn't have to be like that. Would you please let us go?
Mash:
We're just leaving here with Nightingale as our ally.
Blavatsky:
Hmph. Then you are able to understand Florence's will.
Blavatsky:
That makes me somewhat relieved,but I still can't let you go.
Mash:
...
Dr. Roman:
Not even Mash could convince her...
Dr. Roman:
So the punchline to this venture is that there aren't any Servants joining our side?
Fujimaru 1:
There is one!
Fujimaru 2:
One right here!
Nightingale:
I'm done talking. Let's go, Fujimaru.
Nightingale:
I don't want to waste a minute or even a second. I'm going to cure this war.
Dr. Roman:
R-Right. Anyway, she's on our side and we're just barely managing to communicate with her!
Dr. Roman:
Fujimaru! Escape from there with Nightingale!
Blavatsky:
Ahhh, you leave me no choice. Now I have to call out my elites.
Blavatsky:
We'll start with them. Mechanized infantry, come forward!
Mash:
The production model Babbages from earlier!
Blavatsky:
Oh, have you encountered Mr. Babbage? Have you been to 19th-century England?
Blavatsky:
...Oh, I see. He was defeated, wasn't he? Poor man.
Blavatsky:
But these won't lose. After all, the king personally “worked” on them!
Mash:
“Worked” on them?
Blavatsky:
Babbage used the powers of the Grail and Noble Phantasm to produce his clones. However, the power of science was used here to mass-produce these.
Blavatsky:
Even if the result is the same, the approach differs. And if the approach differs, the result will too.
Blavatsky:
Well, quoting our king...
Blavatsky:
“Of course electricity is better than steam, you fool! ”
Mash:
Th-They're electric?
Fujimaru 1:
I'm fired up!
Fujimaru 2:
That's so cool!
Mash:
Master, seeing your eyes glitter like that worries me a little...b-but anyway, here I go!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
We defeated them! Be they steam-powered or electric, once they're broken the victory is ours!
Blavatsky:
An obvious truth. But it all ends here.
Blavatsky:
Okay, Karna! Hurry up and finish them off!
Mash:
What...Umm, I'm sorry. What did you just say?
Karna:
...It's my turn? Understood.
Dr. Roman:
Whoa! All of a sudden I'm picking up a Servant response! It's right above you!
Dr. Roman:
Forced teleportation...Command Spell!? ...What's going on!?
Dr. Roman:
The readings I'm getting from his Spirit Origin are off the charts!
Mash:
Oh no...
Nightingale:
...
Blavatsky:
Sorry, but could you go ahead and capture them? I mean, it looks like they're enemies for the time being.
Karna:
I'll oblige to your frivolous conjecture.
Karna:
Travelers from afar, pardon the rough welcome. –Brahmastra!
Dr. Roman:
Retreat...Oh no, he's too fast!
Section 4: King of Presidents
Mash:
Senpai, Senpai! I'm so glad, you woke up!
Fujimaru 1:
What on earth happened?
Fujimaru 2:
My head hurts...
Nightingale:
Your Servant blocked that Noble Phantasm attack. However, its shockwave knocked everyone unconscious.
Nightingale:
While our lives were spared,it appears that we are in their custody now.
Blavatsky:
Oh, so you're awake. Right now we're in the midst of transporting you.
Blavatsky:
You can run away if you like...But, the bad news is that these babies will target the Master, aggressively.
Blavatsky:
Though Karna probably won't do a thing, since he's firm on his policy of not killing a Master.
Karna:
...That's a misunderstanding. I will kill a Master first depending on the situation.
Karna:
Of course, first you must show me that you have the reason, conviction, and determination to convince me to kill a Master.
Karna:
For instance, is the one issuing the order willing to exchange their own life for it?
Karna:
If that's the case, I am willing to consider.
Blavatsky:
See, he says stuff that's basically unthinkable on a battlefield.
Blavatsky:
Well, that's how Karna is,but that doesn't change your situation in the slightest.
Blavatsky:
At such close range, it would be quite difficult to slip past the mechanized infantry, don't you think?
Mash:
Ugh...
Blavatsky:
Now, now, be good.
Fujimaru 1:
Where are we headed?
Fujimaru 2:
What do you want?
Blavatsky:
First, I'll have you meet my king. You should decide which side to be on after that.
Blavatsky:
Well, I know the two Servants sitting right there won't side with us that easily. That much I'm sure of.
Blavatsky:
However, I'm sure things will be different if we can persuade the Master.
Mash:
...Umm, Lady Blavatsky.
Mash:
Why is it that you go to such lengths to take the side of this “king”?
Blavatsky:
Lady! I like the sound of that. You're a nice girl. You understand etiquette!
Blavatsky:
Your name is Mash, right? In light of your proper manners, I shall answer you.
Blavatsky:
The biggest reason why I support the king is that we were closely connected when we were alive.
Blavatsky:
Oh, it's not like we had an affair or anything like that. We kept in close contact, and I owe him a lot...
Blavatsky:
The Celts who dominate the East won't accept anyone other than themselves.
Blavatsky:
Even if I surrendered to the Celts, they would just kill me. Or maybe they would sacrifice me for the sake of their war.
Mash:
...The Celts...
Dr. Roman:
Those Servants you saw earlier were Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, right?
Dr. Roman:
If that's the case, we'll be seeing a lot of Celtic Servants this time.
Dr. Roman:
As far as I know from the legends, they all have a few screws loose. They're a bunch of airheaded Berserkers!
Blavatsky:
What were those magical energy waves just now? Is there someone else with you?
Blavatsky:
Hey, are you keeping a fairy in your pocket or something? Nothing? Then, just where did that voice come from...
Blavatsky:
Oh. Is Graham Bell with you or something?
Blavatsky:
If he were, the king would seriously lose his temper this time.
Dr. Roman:
Hate to break it to you, but when it comes to long-distance communications, we're a few steps ahead.
Dr. Roman:
Apologies for introducing myself so late, Ms. Blavatsky. I'm their navigator.
Dr. Roman:
My name is Dr. Roman. Make sure you don't forget it, as we may cross paths someday.
Blavatsky:
Wow...I can tell you're an imprudent man just by your voice. You're clearly up to no good, my dear.
Dr. Roman:
Hey! Why does everyone always dis me when they first meet me?
Blavatsky:
Well, it doesn't matter. It means Fujimaru has an advisor as well.
Blavatsky:
So, let's get back to the subject. You all get it now, right?
Blavatsky:
You can't win in this war unless you side with somebody. It will only get you killed if you try to take on both sides.
Blavatsky:
This world maintains a precarious balance as the East and West continue to fight.
Blavatsky:
If we didn't fight, this nation would have been completely destroyed and beyond salvation by now, you see?
Fujimaru 1:
So both sides just like to fight?
Blavatsky:
Dear, you're not a good listener, are you? Has anyone called you stubborn before?
Blavatsky:
Well, at any rate, you should meet the king at least once...It'll be amusing.
Fujimaru 2:
So what are we, really?
Blavatsky:
Oh. I see. So I hadn't gotten around to explaining that yet. But...Heh heh.
Blavatsky:
We've already come this far, I don't want to ruin the surprise. Besides, isn't that more amusing?
Mash:
Amusing...you say?
Nightingale:
Well, someone is calling himself “king” in this ultimate democratic nation. How is that not amusing?
Nightingale:
...Oh, if self-proclaimed title counts, I do remember there's an emperor as well.
Blavatsky:
You sure know a lot about snobs. If he were a Heroic Spirit, I'm sure he would lament the current situation.
Blavatsky:
Ah, but first we have a preliminary show. Perfect. Can you help me out?
Mash:
...
Blavatsky:
Pretty please♪
Mash:
Master?
Fujimaru 1:
Let's fight for now.
Fujimaru 2:
Let's defend for now.
Mash:
Understood. Either way, they're enemies we must eventually stand against.
Mash:
Okay, here I go!
--BATTLE--
Blavatsky:
Here we are.
Mash:
...A fortress unfitting for America.
Blavatsky:
The White House was taken over,so we had no choice.
Blavatsky:
We built the fortress from the ground up. We should use anti-Celt measures to resist the Celts, right?
Mechanized Infantry:
Madam Blavatsky, Lord Karna. The presi-king awaits. Please come right away.
Dr. Roman:
M-Maybe I heard wrong. Did he just say “presi-king” or something?
Mash:
Yes, no doubt...I don't know how to say this, but it's so...simplistic.
Blavatsky:
Right? But that's what makes it charming. It's not an idea we'd come up with.
Blavatsky:
Come, follow me. The king, despite his appearance, has a short temper.
Nightingale:
...So your employer is just ahead, right?
Fujimaru 1:
Nightingale, wait!
Fujimaru 2:
Are you itching that badly for a battle!?
Karna:
Wait. That would be a bad move, Nightingale. Let your gun rest a while longer.
Karna:
If you want to cure this world's soldiers, identify the pathogen first. Or are you that simplistic as well?
Nightingale:
...In the meantime, more soldiers die. Are you telling me to bear with that?
Karna:
Yes. Bear with it, but do not get accustomed to it. It may be tough for you, but consider it a trial.
Karna:
Or is long-term treatment not your policy? If so—
Karna:
I wonder which is beyond saving? You, or this land?
Nightingale:
What? Are you saying my treatment is wrong?
Karna:
Not quite. But everyone makes mistakes. Humans fall to ruin when convinced that their ideas are the only absolutes.
Karna:
...Anyway, if you idly meet your death here, that would be truly meaningless.
Karna:
Everything has a proper order. Even if you temporarily defeat an enemy here, it may cause a greater evil to prosper.
Nightingale:
–I see. I understand your valuable opinion. I will put the gun away for now.
Karna:
...Good grief. What a consummate liar. Blavatsky, I will keep an eye on her.
Karna:
You look after this world's only Master and that Servant.
Blavatsky:
Yes yes, I know! Well then, let's get ourselves an audience with the king!
Blavatsky:
I've brought them to see you, Mr. Presi-king.
Mechanized Infantry:
Understood. It will be another minute until the presi-king's arrival.
Mash:
...I'm starting to get nervous, Senpai. I wonder what kind of king he is...
Fujimaru 1:
I have a bad feeling about this.
Dr. Roman:
You might be right on that.
Dr. Roman:
I'm detecting a new Servant approaching you,but there's something bizarre about it...
Dr. Roman:
Umm...I wonder if this really is a Heroic Spirit?
Mash:
Bizarre? In what way, Doctor?
Dr. Roman:
I don't want to affect your first impression with my speculation. Anyway, we'll talk after you meet this King.
Mechanized Infantry:
Thank you for waiting. The presi-king is here!
E：???:
Oh! At last I get the chance to meet that angel!
E：???:
How I have yearned for this moment!
E：???:
I intended on inviting them only after they eliminated the Celts, but this is fine, too!
E：???:
Yes, advancing the schedule is a good thing! Much better than pushing back the deadline!
Blavatsky:
...I see he still hasn't fixed his habit of talking to himself while walking. I was hoping he could at least have kept that to himself.
Mash:
That was “talking to himself? ”
Mash:
D-Did you hear how loud he was, Senpai!? No human could do that!
E：???:
—To be frank, you have all done a fantastic job! Greetings, everyone! And congratulations!
Mash:
...
Fujimaru 1:
...
Nightingale:
...
Dr. Roman:
Huh? Is the monitor broken? All I see on it is a creature?
E：???:
I'll say it once more! All of you have done a fantastic job!
Blavatsky:
I bet you were pretty surprised. Right? Right? Right?
Karna:
...Well, yes, they'd be surprised.
Mash:
W-Well, I was indeed surprised...but it's fine, I'm getting used to things of this sort...
Mash:
That aside, umm...You must be the king who controls Western America, right?
E：???:
Indeed, it is as you say.
E：???:
I have taken it upon myself to rule America in order to pulverize those barbaric Celts—
E：???:
I am a Servant, and a gentleman who supports other Servants! I am Thomas Alva Edison, the presi-king!
Mash:
E!?
Dr. Roman:
DI!?
Fujimaru 1:
SON of a gun!?
Nightingale:
—Oh, excuse me. I was at a complete loss for words.
Nightingale:
Edison...Edison, the King of Inventions? It's really you? You're not a Chimera?
Edison:
Indeed. Although I am currently the presi-king, not the King of Inventions.
Edison:
You must be Lady Florence Nightingale.... You are just as beautiful as they say...
Edison:
Unfortunately we could not meet when we were alive, but this moment is truly a miracle of energy, no, a miracle of souls.
Edison:
I was not one to live on the battlefield, but I deeply respect your convictions and rationality.
Edison:
Do lend us your strength. Not only to advance medicine, but also to boost the morale of our soldiers—
Edison:
The effects of you as poster girl are immeasurable! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Nightingale:
...I had no idea you were not human.
Fujimaru 1:
To put it lightly...He's a feline?
Fujimaru 2:
To put it figuratively...From the Savanna?
Edison:
What? I am without a doubt a human!
Edison:
Humans are just higher forms of beasts who possess reason and wisdom. They shall not be segregated by the color of their skin or the shape of their face.
Edison:
Even if I possess a lion's head,that fact does not change.
Edison:
I am Edison, an intelligent human being. That is all.
Dr. Roman:
...Wow, just look how he asserts himself with confidence. I really need to learn that kind of positivity.
Dr. Roman:
Basically, he was a human when alive, but now his head is a lion when summoned as a Servant.
Dr. Roman:
However, since that doesn't affect his intelligence in the slightest it's not a problem. This lion, he's the definition of rationalism!
Fou:
Fou, fou.
Mash:
Doctor! Everyone was taking a hint and not calling him the “L” word!
Blavatsky:
Well, he can't help it. I mean, he's basically a lion.
Edison:
A lion...I like the sound of that. Also, was that communication through magecraft?
Edison:
Even though you live in an age of telephones, your fixation with such an inconvenient method bewilders me.
Edison:
Mages by birth are indeed illogical creatures. Surely you can make better use of spiritual channels.
Dr. Roman:
Ah, what? Look, phone lines only work when you occupy the same space in time, yes?
Dr. Roman:
This is far more functional, and crosses time and space in a kind of hyper-navigational form of communication...
Edison:
Oh. So that means you do not exist in this era!
Edison:
Hmm. To be able to communicate across different eras is quite convenient indeed...hmm.
Edison:
Magecraft and science are similar. There is nothing you can do that I cannot.
Edison:
I'd like to see if the same thing can be done by telephone. No, wait, I should develop a spirit phone before that...
Blavatsky:
Yes, yes, Mr. Edison. Please save your inventions for later, okay?
Edison:
...Oh, yes. Right.
Edison:
Your name is Fujimaru...was it? You are the only Master in this world.
Edison:
Let me get to the point. Can you lend us the strength that you used to correct the previous four eras to get rid of the Celts?
Fujimaru 1:
How'd you know that?
Edison:
I am well aware. You see, a certain fellow took it upon himself to inform me.
Edison:
The world's worst good-for-nothing! That detestable hysteric told me...
Edison:
“While all these things happened, I am in good health. I bet you've never had such grand adventures, Edison”
Edison:
Truly the epitome of displeasure!
Edison:
—Ahem. Well, so much for that. Anyway, we must get rid of these Celts.
Fujimaru 2:
Why get rid of the Celts?
Edison:
Hmm. I believe that is a self-evident truth.
Edison:
Needless to say, the Celts are an anachronism in this age.
Edison:
The United States is a cutting-edge nation created by capitalism and rationalism.
Edison:
This is our nation, and home to those with intellect.
Edison:
However, they keep multiplying like planarians, and the American army lost due to difference in the size of our forces.
Edison:
But fortunately, I, a Heroic Spirit, have descended upon this nation!
Edison:
The battlefront revived with my proposals of a new national structure and reformed military, equalizing the situation.
Edison:
Hmph—They truly are barbarians. Attempting to contend against me in mass production is the epitome of idiocy.
Edison:
Eventually my mechanized infantry will cover the land and annihilate the loathsome Celts once and for all.
Edison:
However...there is one matter that concerns me.... Leaders. In other words, we don't have enough Servants.
Edison:
We have an obedient army,but no mighty ace warrior to lead them.
Edison:
While enemy Celts have many notorious barbarians lined up.
Edison:
Just when we gain a foothold somewhere,we end up losing it to a single Servant.
Edison:
Only Servants can overcome other Servants. We only have three Servants on our side, including myself.
Edison:
Other Servants who were summoned are in disarray,and show no interest in joining us.
Edison:
Only my rationality restrains me from roaring out at this sad state of affairs.
Edison:
The Heroic Spirits meant to save America dread the enemy and refuse to fight. Their negligence is going too far!
Fujimaru 1:
This lion just roared!
Fujimaru 2:
...You're “rational,” right?
Mash:
C-Calm down, Mr. President!
Mash:
Umm...If you're trying to save the world, we are willing to cooperate with you...
Edison:
Oh! You understand! Truly wonderful! You also have a very delicious-looking body!
Fou:
Fou! Foou!
Edison:
Hey, stop hitting and biting me, runt! That was figurative. I'd never assault a lady!
Nightingale:
...Can I ask you two questions?
Edison:
Yes, what is it? Coming from an exemplary woman like yourself, I shall give you a genteel answer.
Edison:
A gentleman's genteel reply— Oh, how elegant! Karna, please record that in the Presi-king Chronicles.
Nightingale:
...My first question. On our way here, we saw the mechanized infantry several times...
Nightingale:
Is that the result of your proposal? Is that what you aim for with your “new national structure? ”
Edison:
Indeed, that is correct! I arrived at this conclusion...in order to save the nation from its predicament!
Edison:
National unity! Citizens herded, no, rallied, to new life! Equal national service, regardless of age or gender!
Edison:
Eventually, all citizens will be part of the mechanized infantry and defeat the Celts, the invaders.
Edison:
Of course, we must maintain our mass-production lines for this purpose.
Edison:
Acquisition of labor from all across the land. Institution of 20-hour workdays. Unremitting surveillance.
Edison:
Of course, you need the best welfare system, too. One cannot have labor without recreation.
Edison:
We will play three times as hard, work three times as hard, and win three times as hard as normal humans! That's my new vision for America!
Fujimaru 1:
...Playing three times as hard doesn't sound too bad...
Dr. Roman:
That's not okay! Recreation has its limits! Please just be normal!
Fujimaru 2:
...Is he not aware of human limitations?
Mash:
I agree...Mr. Edison's plan does not take physical limitations into account whatsoever.
Nightingale:
...So that is what you are fixated on.
Edison:
Hmm? What'd you just say?
Nightingale:
No, I was just talking to myself. Do not mind me.
Nightingale:
Well then, my second question. How do you intend to save the world?
Mash:
That can be accomplished by securing the Holy Grail.
Mash:
Defeat the Celts, obtain the Holy Grail, then correct the era.
Mash:
While it is unclear who among the Celts possesses the Grail, if we can secure it, we can handle the rest...
Edison:
No, it is unnecessary to correct this era.
Mash:
What?
Edison:
It is unnecessary. If I acquire the Grail, I could refine it and we should be able to prevent the incineration of eras.
Edison:
Consequently, it would give birth to a world named “America” operating on a different timeline from the other eras.
Mash:
What...Is that really possible!?
Edison:
Having been summoned by the Grail, we Servants are well aware of its power. My conclusion is that it is quite possible.
Fujimaru 1:
What will happen to the other eras?
Edison:
–They will probably be destroyed.
Mash:
Then, it's pointless to do so!
Edison:
What? Is there any other idea as brilliant as this?
Edison:
This America will survive for all eternity. My inventions will remake America.
Edison:
It will show those Celts, who can only procreate and fight, that my inventions are the lights of humanity, the power of civilization!
Nightingale:
...So you expand your battlefront for that purpose? Abandoning those who fell in battle.
Edison:
...An accusation fit for Chief Nurse Nightingale, who so valiantly struggled for the salvation of all soldiers.
Edison:
I...I am...ugh...not abandoning them because I want to, however—
Blavatsky:
Edison, calm down. Florence is just stating her opinion. It's not an accusation.
Edison:
I'm aware of that. That just now was my usual headache. Don't worry about it.
Edison:
Listen, Lady Nightingale.
Edison:
To us...To me, especially, this nation is everything. And a true king has a paramount duty to protect his nation.
Mash:
B-But!
Mash:
If you are a Heroic Spirit, you should also have a duty...an ideal, a wish, to protect the world!
Nightingale:
...You are right. Even my current self possesses that sense of duty in one corner of my sanity.
Nightingale:
Mr. Edison. If you deny that duty,you are nothing more than a mere patriot.
Edison:
Quite so. What is wrong with a king being a patriot?
Nightingale:
...I see. In that case— There is only one thing for me to do!
Karna:
Nightingale, that's enough. I will not allow you to fight here.
Karna:
Even if that costs me my life.
Nightingale:
Let go of me! I can tell! Leaders with those eyes always lead to destruction!
Nightingale:
And in the end he will irresponsibly declare...That “it wasn't supposed to turn out like this! ”
Edison:
Fujimaru...Master. What do you think?
Edison:
Shouldn't you join me to fight the Celts and acquire the Holy Grail? I'll give you three minutes to decide.
Dr. Roman:
...Maybe joining them for the time being is not a bad idea.
Mash:
What are you saying, Doctor!? He's opposed to the idea of fixing the Foundation of Humanity!
Dr. Roman:
...Quite the contrary, he's for it. It's just that the world he envisions differs from ours.
Dr. Roman:
But we don't have the time to confront him now. And in the end, I think he'll stop baring his fangs.
Dr. Roman:
I'm not just being hopeful. My conclusion stems from historical observation...and experience.
Dr. Roman:
Those that move nations believing in their own righteousness will experience consequences, in one form or another.
Dr. Roman:
...But that's all irrelevant. Now is about gaining the upper hand in the war.
Dr. Roman:
With all the Celtic Servants gathering,there is an overwhelming gap in military strength.
Dr. Roman:
Diarmuid Ua Duibhne and Fionn mac Cumhaill are formidable enough. How many more Servants of that caliber do they have?
Dr. Roman:
For now, we will cooperate in order to acquire the Holy Grail, and correct the mistake where Celtic myths dominate North America.
Dr. Roman:
What happens afterwards? We can think about that later.
Mash:
Senpai, what should we do? ...Senpai?
Edison:
Well then. Have you come to a decision? Let's hear what you have to say.
Fujimaru 1:
I have a bad feeling about this. I can't help.
Fujimaru 2:
Give up on the Holy Grail, President Lion.
Edison:
...That is an unexpected response indeed.
Edison:
Whatever your hidden agenda may be, I thought you would agree to join forces.
Edison:
I, Thomas Alva Edison, should respect your honesty and sincerity.
Edison:
But as presi-king, unfortunately I have no choice but to condemn you.
Edison:
Get 'em!
Mash:
They're coming! Stand back, Master!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
Hah, hah...No good, there's no end to them!
Nightingale:
!!!
Edison:
So even my prized mechanized infantry will become junk in minutes when going up against a Servant, huh?
Edison:
But sometimes it's quantity over quality. You should be out of energy already.
Edison:
–Blavatsky! Throw them inside the special underground jail!
Mash:
Ugh...
Blavatsky:
Yeah, yeah. I guess it can't be helped. So sorry, but you're getting locked up.
Section 5: Cool Hand Florence
Mash:
...Those numbers just aren't fair.
Dr. Roman:
But even after all that, they let us keep all our equipment.
Fou:
Fou!
Fujimaru 1:
Fou is safe, too.
Fou:
Fou.
Mash:
Not quite, Doctor. Just run an analysis and you'll know...
Mash:
The magical energy supply from Master is being cut off. And we have no way of escaping this jail...
Blavatsky:
That's right. You can't really underestimate a Caster from the 19th century, can you?
Blavatsky:
Well, since I've lived on this continent before, my affinity with this land is not so bad.
Blavatsky:
Tell the guard if you're willing to cooperate. We'll let you out immediately.
Blavatsky:
...Tell me, Fujimaru. Why did you refuse?
Blavatsky:
As the gentleman from Chaldea said,you could have just betrayed us along the way.
Blavatsky:
At the very least, I'm sure you saw this coming. Yet you chose this foolish path.
Blavatsky:
Why?
Fujimaru 1:
For Edison's sake.
Blavatsky:
...I see. True, I'm sure he'd be hurt if you'd betrayed him.
Blavatsky:
In life, he was fed up by all the lawsuits. Despite the way he looks, he's naïve.
Blavatsky:
He loves his country more than anyone and thinking that is only natural. No, he's obsessed. It's extreme self-righteous patriotism.
Nightingale:
But if you understand that, why are you helping him, Helena? Wouldn't he listen to your counsel?
Blavatsky:
No. My approach can't save this country.
Blavatsky:
For better or worse,only Mr. Edison can stop the Celtic army.
Blavatsky:
That's why I'm with him for now. I do have obligations from when we were alive, too.
Blavatsky:
...However, Fujimaru,what you said makes me happy.
Blavatsky:
Please don't hate him too much. As the King of Inventions, he really is an amusing person, like a child.
Fujimaru 2:
For Nightingale's sake.
Nightingale:
For my sake?
Blavatsky:
...I can see that. After all, Florence would never agree to those conditions.
Blavatsky:
You never abandon someone once you've become allies, huh?
Blavatsky:
As a Master and a human being, that's wonderful.
Blavatsky:
Though other people may think it's foolish...
Blavatsky:
...your actions are noble, more so than anybody else.
Blavatsky:
—Rest easy. Someone will come to your rescue soon.
Blavatsky:
Until then, just wait here.
Nightingale:
We have to do something to get out of here. Please help me.
Mash:
I-I know, but I think it's impossible to destroy a cell with a gun!
Nightingale:
No, I think I've managed to shave off a little bit. Come on, everyone pitch in and dig!
Mash:
Ah, the bullets are ricocheting inside this cell! Nightingale, that's too reckless–!
D：???:
...Yes, that was reckless.
D：???:
But on the bright side, the sound of the gunshots let me find you quickly.
Mash:
A Servant?
Dr. Roman:
Wait, wait, a Servant you say? But I didn't detect anything at all!
D：???:
If I gave off a Servant response, we'd risk the possibility of that great hero of India finding us.
D：???:
It's thanks to this Noble Phantasm that I borrowed from that man...Just a moment. I'll get you out of there.
Mash:
Who on earth are you–?
D：???:
...Good question. I'm sure you can't trust me unless I tell you my name.
D：???:
That said, my True Name is not to be revealed lightly. Though even if I told you, you wouldn't know who I am.
D：???:
As such, you should just call me this. “Geronimo”...My name is Geronimo.
Mash:
Geronimo!
Mash:
The Apache shaman...You were summoned as a Caster, huh?
Geronimo:
Strictly speaking, I'm far from being a shaman. I'm just a warrior.
Dr. Roman:
The Hero of the Apache! ...I see. There's no way he would follow Edison.
Dr. Roman:
Even though they live in the same land...Or, no, that's actually why they're so incompatible.
Geronimo:
Strictly speaking, we should also be enemies, but this is no time for that.
Geronimo:
There, you're free. Now you should be able to receive magical energy again.
Mash:
Thank you!
Geronimo:
I'd like to escape...But first we need to take down the mechanized infantry guarding the place.
Geronimo:
I'm sure Karna will notice us at that point. It'll take everything you have to escape.
Geronimo:
...Are you ready?
Fujimaru 1:
Let's do it, Mash!
Mash:
Right—I'm not used to bullets yet, but I'll do my best!
--BATTLE--
Geronimo:
...All right! They're down! But Karna must have noticed. Follow me, quickly!
Mash:
Th-This place is bigger than I thought!
Geronimo:
In this era, land is the only thing there's plenty of.
Dr. Roman:
Mr. Geronimo. Do you mind if I ask you something?
Geronimo:
You don't have to raise your voice, mage. I can hear you. What is it?
Dr. Roman:
In Eastern and Western America, the Celts and Edison have raised armies and are at war. This we understand.
Dr. Roman:
But do you know of any other Servants who we speculate were summoned as countermeasures?
Geronimo:
Yes, there are three other...No, two other Servants that fight with me. I'll introduce you after we escape.
Geronimo:
It seems there are many more Servants who have been summoned here to America, though.
Geronimo:
...But we're short on military strength, so we had to act very carefully.
Geronimo:
To be honest, the Celtic army is picking us off one by one.
Geronimo:
But if you join us, we'll be able to take decisive action.
Nightingale:
Wait a moment. I have one question.
Geronimo:
What is it, angel? ...I take that back. I was inappropriate. My apologies.
Geronimo:
Go ahead.
Nightingale:
If memory serves me correctly, Geronimo, you were once at war with this nation.
Geronimo:
...That's right.
Nightingale:
If this era is corrected, you will be treated as a warrior who failed.
Nightingale:
Is that still all right?
Geronimo:
I don't mind.
Geronimo:
...Victory or defeat, in the end, it's no more than a point embedded in the flow of time.
Geronimo:
Crushing this era would mean that my brothers and I shed all this blood for nothing.
Geronimo:
It's simple to pretend something doesn't exist. It's even easier if that something is disadvantageous to yourself.
Geronimo:
Even so, being able to acknowledge something is what makes us warriors. Only a sly coyote would pretend something doesn't exist.
Geronimo:
Too much irony for my taste.
Nightingale:
...I see. Then for now, I can think of you as an ally, yes?
Geronimo:
I wouldn't want to try fooling a gaze that could even shoot a sun down. Ah, here's the exit—
Dr. Roman:
...As expected. I'm picking up one powerful Servant.
Geronimo:
...Outwitting him was too much to ask. But we can't turn back now.
Fujimaru 1:
Let's go!
Fujimaru 2:
Push through!
Mash:
Right!
--ARROW--
Karna:
So it is you, Geronimo.
Geronimo:
I didn't want to meet the great hero of the Mahabharata under these circumstances.
Karna:
I did not wish to encounter the great man who bravely confronted a nation under these circumstances, either.
Karna:
However, I must raise my spear now that we're being attacked. Don't worry, I won't let the mechanized infantry interfere.
Karna:
This will be a battle just between me and all of you. –So, prepare to fight.
Geronimo:
...Listen, Fujimaru. It seems he doesn't expect this to be a battle to the death.
Geronimo:
Normally, the odds would be against us, but now that he isn't going all out, we might still have a chance if we can send him flying.
Geronimo:
He's a Lancer. Summon Servants that are advantageous against him and unleash Noble Phantasms before he does. Got it?
Karna:
It seems you're ready. Then here I come!
--BATTLE--
Karna:
Ugh...
Mash:
S-Somehow we pushed him back! Master, now's the time!
Fujimaru 1:
Let's escape!
Fujimaru 2:
Let's retreat!
Mash:
Right!
Geronimo:
Now! Run, run–!
Karna:
This is as far as I go...Edison. It seems that the clock has started ticking.
Karna:
You have asked me for help, so I'll stay until the end...But what can we do to avoid a catastrophe?
Section 6: Rama Got His Sword
Mash:
Good morning, Senpai. Are you awake?
Fujimaru 1:
Good morning, Mash.
Mash:
That nap was exactly three hours. Rest when you can. That's the spirit.
Fujimaru 2:
Where are we?
Mash:
Geronimo said to take a nap since it's going to be a long journey, but...
Geronimo:
Relax. This is a small town in the West. The residents have already evacuated, likely due to the Celts' fierce attacks.
Geronimo:
The only people on this land now are those who have come to our side.
Soldier:
It's Geronimo!
Geronimo:
Is he all right?
Soldier:
The life force of Servants is incredible. I can't say he's fine, but he's breathing anyway.
Mash:
There's a Servant here?
Geronimo:
Yes. Actually, we're sheltering the third Servant I mentioned here.
Geronimo:
Of course I'm helping you because I want your help in return, but most of all, it's to get him medical treatment.
Nightingale:
In other words, the spotlight is on me. Not like it matters...
Nightingale:
If there's a patient who seeks treatment, I will tend to him.
Geronimo:
Yes, please. In your care, he may yet have a chance.
Geronimo:
All right, bring him out!
D：???:
Ungh...
Mash:
...Horrible...
Dr. Roman:
A part of his heart has been gouged out! I'm shocked he's still alive!
D：???:
Well...Endurance...is...my strong suit...Ugh...
Nightingale:
–I've never seen a wound like this before. But I can't turn you away.
Nightingale:
Don't worry, young man. Even if you end up in hell, I'll drag you out.
D：???:
Hnngh...That does sound...promising!
D：???:
Ah, owwww! C-Can't you be a little more gentle!?
D：???:
Do you understand? My heart is crushed!
Nightingale:
I'm surprised you can even talk.
Nightingale:
Anyway, I'll heal you. First, your heart is about to lose all functionality.
Nightingale:
Because of that, blood cannot circulate properly in your body...I must cut it out.
Nightingale:
...All limbs, I mean. And if possible, I'll take all organs out except your lungs too!
D：???:
W-Wait, wait, wait! Focus on repairing just my heart, no amputation!
D：???:
I cannot lose any means to fight!
Nightingale:
What are you talking about? There is no greater joy than being alive!
Nightingale:
As an individual life form who has taken root on this earth, you have a duty to survive, come what may!
D：???:
Th-That's easy for you to say!
Nightingale:
It's all right. I swear that I'll heal you...I swear it!
Mash:
...So, who is he? He doesn't seem like a Servant from this country...
D：???:
Y-You mean me? I am Rama! The great king of Kosala!
Rama:
For more details...Owowowowow! Read the Ramayana! That's all!
Rama:
Aaaah, dammit! That really hurts!
Nightingale:
...Frustrating. Frustrating, frustrating, frustrating, frustrating!
Nightingale:
No matter how much I slow down the speed of encroaching death, I cannot stop it!
Nightingale:
No, I won't give up. As long as this body is alive, I'll fulfill my duty!
Mash:
Ah, Nightingale, be more gentle! Who were you fighting that could give you such a wound?
Rama:
It was inevitable...After all, my opponent...was Cú Chulainn, Ireland's strongest hero.
Mash:
Cú Chulainn!?
Dr. Roman:
Ahhh...Of course. If Celtic warriors are the enemy,then naturally he would be around...
Dr. Roman:
Cú Chulainn...Ireland's most renowned hero, nicknamed the Child of Light.
Dr. Roman:
They say if he aims his lance, Gáe Bolg,it always pierces his target's heart.
Dr. Roman:
...I suppose it would be difficult to avoid that,even if you are the hero of the Ramayana.
Dr. Roman:
...More like, it's a miracle you're still alive.
Geronimo:
Preventing the collapse of our front lines is important, but I want to heal Rama.
Geronimo:
When I heard about a Servant concentrating on healing soldiers, I brought you here— Hmmm?
Mash:
That voice...from the sky.
Geronimo:
Tch. Scouts. I'll wipe out every last one of them.
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
...I have a favor to ask of you all. At this rate, the boy's condition isn't going to improve.
Nightingale:
His heart should've been repaired just now, but more than 10% of it is starting to deteriorate again.
Nightingale:
A bottomless bucket...Well, not that bad, but without continuous treatment he will die quickly.
Nightingale:
This is completely due to my own incompetence.
Nightingale:
However, I do not want to give up on him. I will not give up on him.
Nightingale:
This boy wants to live so badly.
Nightingale:
As long as he possesses the will to live, I will never give up on him!
Nightingale:
–Tell me how to do this. How to treat him. Tell me that which I do not know!
Mash:
...Doctor. Please give us your analysis concerning Rama's injury.
Dr. Roman:
Yeah. You don't need to send me any detailed data. I can tell at a glance. It's a curse.
Dr. Roman:
Removing the curse takes precedence over treatment. The fastest way is to defeat the person who injured him.
Dr. Roman:
Gáe Bolg is said to be a demonic spear or technique wielded by Cú Chulainn—
Dr. Roman:
In any case, there's no doubt that it was a blow that, if left untended, will destroy the heart.
Dr. Roman:
It's basically a miracle that Rama is still alive. Normally, I wouldn't be surprised to see him already dead...
Dr. Roman:
Or rather, it's strange he's not dead.
Dr. Roman:
...Then again, this is Rama, hero of the Ramayana, one of India's two epic poems. If anybody can perform a miracle, it's him.
Rama:
Indeed. You should praise me even more...Ouch.
Dr. Roman:
It's more accurate to say that Rama reversed his state of death through sheer willpower.
Dr. Roman:
Basically, the fact that Rama is alive is an “error” in the proper cause-and-effect flow of this world.
Nightingale:
Doctor Roman, please correct yourself. I do not think it is an error that he is alive.
Dr. Roman:
Take your finger off that trigger! Please, just hear what I have to say!
Dr. Roman:
As I said earlier, the only way to save him is to eliminate the spear that can distort cause and effect.
Dr. Roman:
However–I can tell how difficult that is even by monitoring events from over here.
Dr. Roman:
Besides Cú Chulainn, it's certain that there are at least two more Servants.
Rama:
Exactly. This is quite literally a war that we are in.
Rama:
Were I to stage a one-man attack, only death would greet me. Ugh...I'm sorry, please continue your treatment!
Nightingale:
You don't need to tell me. Please sit still.
Dr. Roman:
However, we do have one thing in our favor. This world's state is unstable.
Dr. Roman:
Just like how the Celtic warriors continue to be summoned and fight to the death despite their precarious existences...
Dr. Roman:
If we can somehow strengthen Rama's existence, we can remove the distortion cast on him, or close to it.
Mash:
...Is that similar to how we broke Siegfried's curse when we were in France?
Dr. Roman:
Yeah. The best thing would be to make contact with a Servant who knew him when he was alive.
Dr. Roman:
Knowing the “blueprint” of his body when he was alive will likely increase the efficacy of Ms. Nightingale's treatment.
Rama:
...I know someone. A Servant that meets your criteria exists in this world.
Fujimaru 1:
...Who, exactly?
Rama:
Ah, hmm. It's embarrassing to say, but...
Fujimaru 2:
...You can't mean Eli
Mash:
Senpai, stop! Loose lips sink ships, as they say.
Mash:
If you utter that name in a place like this, there is no doubt she will be summoned.
Fou:
Kyuu, foou.
Rama:
Huh...Eli? Unfortunately, you are quite off the mark.
Rama:
Another was summoned from the same era as me—my wife, Sita.
Rama:
I have not seen her yet, but I am certain that she is being held captive somewhere in this world.
Rama:
I crossed blades with Cú Chulainn in order to find her location.
Dr. Roman:
I see. Your wife, Sita. You may have dragged her here when you were summoned.
Dr. Roman:
If we find her, it may be possible to cure you.
Geronimo:
...I see. At present, Rama is unquestionably the strongest among the Servants who have been summoned.
Geronimo:
At full strength, he would likely be an equal match for Karna.
Geronimo:
I want to save him if I can. We must locate his wife Sita as soon as possible.
Geronimo:
For that purpose, I would like Nightingale to accompany me–
Nightingale:
Hm? I'd go with you to the ends of the earth. Got a problem?
Rama:
Truly!? I feel reassured, but you don't need the details!?
Nightingale:
Why must I abandon my patient? Especially if there is no one besides me who can save him.
Nightingale:
With that in mind...I believe it is worth seeking a somewhat more effective nursing method.
Nightingale:
Rama, please excuse me. Don't struggle too much.
Rama:
Wh-What!? You can carry me so easily!? This is how I used to carry Sita!
Rama:
...Isn't that how you carry a princess?
Mash:
Oh...
Rama:
Hey, put me down! What am I to do if my people witness me in this state!
Nightingale:
I do not mind. I am used to violent patients. This way, please. We must also prepare a special belt.
Rama:
Let me go! Let! Me! Go!
Geronimo:
Oh, uh...That was quick. You are truly the angel feared...uh, I mean, adored by all soldiers.
Dr. Roman:
...
Mash:
...What's wrong, Doctor? You seem disheartened...
Dr. Roman:
Oh, it's nothing...I mean, Rama is still young, right? Yet he has a wife...
Fujimaru 1:
And you're still single at thirty, eh!
Fujimaru 2:
Yet you're still single at thirty...
Dr. Roman:
I can't read your expression, Fujimaru! Are you sympathizing with me or laughing at me?
Mash:
? That is true, but I think it's strange for the Doctor to feel inferior.
Fujimaru 1:
Why?
Fujimaru 2:
Shouldn't he feel inferior?
Mash:
N-No, I mean— I believe the Doctor has, uh, been married previously...
Fujimaru 1:
Whaaaaaaaaaat!?
Fujimaru 2:
When did that happen!?
Dr. Roman:
What? Mash, why did you have to blurt out something like that!?
Mash:
But it's true. This one time I saw the Doctor washing his hands and there was a—
Geronimo:
Ahem. Sorry, but can we get back to the subject? We're quite pressed for time, too.
Mash:
Oh...that's right. I apologize. Please continue.
Geronimo:
Besides healing Rama, we also need to figure out how to deal with Edison and the Celtic soldiers.
Geronimo:
I suppose Mr. Mage in the other world has some kind of plan in mind?
Dr. Roman:
Of course. While Fujimaru is on the front lines, my job is to collect data and analyze it.
Dr. Roman:
Recall earlier when we–or Mash Kyrielight, rather, fought with Fionn mac Cumhaill.
Dr. Roman:
He muttered something that bothered me.
Dr. Roman:
“They're monsters born indefinitely from our queen. Even if we lose a few thousand here, it won't be a problem for us! ”
Dr. Roman:
In other words...the Celtic soldiers may be able to multiply infinitely.
Dr. Roman:
If that's true, normal attacks are useless. Reducing their numbers won't work as a strategy.
Geronimo:
...That did briefly cross my mind. But it's overwhelming to hear someone say it outright.
Mash:
Does Edison's mechanized infantry follow the same principle?
Dr. Roman:
It's probably fair to say so.
Dr. Roman:
The only way to counter Celtic soldiers, who wouldn't flinch at the loss of thousands, is through mass production.
Dr. Roman:
As an inventor, Edison did not try to pioneer anything—
Dr. Roman:
His talent lay in modifying other people's cutting-edge inventions so that they became more accessible.
Dr. Roman:
Without Edison, the telephone, the light bulb, and many other so-called “modern conveniences”...
Dr. Roman:
...would have developed at an unimaginably sluggish pace.
Geronimo:
Moreover, America's pride is its ability to develop war-machines on a massive scale.
Geronimo:
I see. Perhaps it's natural for the King of Inventions to call himself this nation's king.
Dr. Roman:
However, it's a troubling idea for us mages: mass production will lower the value of all Mystics.
Dr. Roman:
At any rate, there's only one course of action I can recommend.
Dr. Roman:
Assassination– Use Servants to take out both the king and queen at the same time.
Dr. Roman:
Facing them head-on and wasting our resources is exactly what they want.
Dr. Roman:
With an enemy that can multiply troops indefinitely, the only solution is to target their leader!
Geronimo:
—Exactly. Well put, Doctor.
Geronimo:
You must be quite a famous mage. Your voice alone seems unreliable, but that intelligence is anything but.
Dr. Roman:
...Even Geronimo has to point that out...I wonder just what's wrong with my image...
Fou:
Fou, fou.
Mash:
Excuse me, Doctor. Fou just said, “Geronimo hit the nail on the head. ”
Dr. Roman:
Hey, I'm well aware that I'm kind of a wimp, okay!?
Geronimo:
...All right. To make sure this assassination succeeds,let's unite all the Servants scattered in different areas.
Geronimo:
Once we come together, we will make a stand against the Celtic soldiers and Edison.
Geronimo:
...We need to make sure to return this land to the hands of its people!
Section 7: Young Guns
Geronimo:
Sorry to do this while we walk,but let me explain the situation again.
Geronimo:
I have confirmed the presence of two Servants, both Archers. You'll have to ask them for their True Names.
Geronimo:
...Both are infamous Servants who specialize in guerrilla warfare.
Geronimo:
Unless they run into a particularly powerful enemy, they are unlikely to lose in combat.
Geronimo:
But they're at a big disadvantage in terms of numbers.
Geronimo:
Even though these Archers excel at guerrilla warfare, the best they can achieve is reducing the extent of the damage.
Geronimo:
Celtic soldiers are laying waste to the land as they please. Such savagery is easy to identify.
Mash:
Savagery...As they please...Are they not all united in one group?
Geronimo:
Not objectively speaking. But, it's obvious that their purpose is seizing control of this land.
Geronimo:
So they probably have one objective, but how they accomplish that is left up to each individual.
Geronimo:
The literature suggests that Celtic soldiers can be downright vicious and ferocious.
Rama:
...Indeed.
Rama:
As far as I saw, Cú Chulainn massacred all opposing soldiers.
Rama:
His nickname is “Child of Light? ” What a joke. He's truly fallen into darkness already...Ugh!
Fujimaru 1:
By the way, what happened to you, Rama?
Fujimaru 2:
Rama, why are you being carried like that?
Rama:
This wasn't my idea! It was this iron-like nurse who...ugh!
Nightingale:
Fujimaru. Please try not to disturb the patient.
Nightingale:
This is an emergency transportation device I devised. It's not a mere body bag. It's a Rama bag.
Rama:
U-Ugh...To be carted around by a woman...How humiliating.
Nightingale:
Gender and age are irrelevant for patients. Do not forget that you have a severe injury and cannot walk.
Geronimo:
—Well.
Geronimo:
The Western American army forces civilians into factories, making them work on the mechanized infantry's mass production.
Dr. Roman:
Wow. Edison has become a dictator.
Geronimo:
I heard many have sought refuge for the time being, saying it's better than being slain by the Celts.
Geronimo:
The war between the East and the West is at a stalemate. While it's a relief that we don't need to worry about the civilians at this stage...
Geronimo:
...Wait, hide!
Mash:
!!!
Geronimo:
Looks like scouts. If we let even one escape, they'll call reinforcements.
Mash:
...Understood. I shall hurry to cut off their escape route...huh?
Mash:
Umm, Master. What happened to Nightingale?
Dr. Roman:
Hmm. She has already pounced on the scouts with a vengeance.
Nightingale:
I shall purify the source of the illness! Time for your medical exam. Now, open your chest for me!
Rama:
W-Wait!? Do you intend to fight while still carrying me!?
Rama:
Wait, hey, my wound...Argh, that hurts!
Mash:
M-Master, I will be right back!
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
Annihilation complete. Excellent work, hygienically speaking.
Mash:
...Um, Nightingale?
Mash:
We planned to surround the enemies before battle, so if you rush in on your own, it causes us trouble...
Rama:
And don't go off fighting with me on your back...I'm your patient, remember...
Nightingale:
Healing my patients is always my top priority. All other matters are not my concern.
Mash:
Senpai. Senpai. Nightingale won't listen to us.
Fou:
Fou, fofooou...
Rama:
Hey, Fujimaru. It'd be nice if you did something about this...
Fujimaru 1:
But she's a Berserker.
Fujimaru 2:
But she's Nightingale.
Mash:
...You're right...I'm beginning to realize that a conviction so strong you can't compromise is a type of Madness Enhancement too...
Geronimo:
Yes. Whether she's like this after becoming a Servant, or if she was like this in life is rather scary to contemplate...
Geronimo:
Luckily, we may reach our destination before that.
Geronimo:
Two Archers are in the town ahead. Considering the earlier scout, they're most certainly under attack.
Dr. Roman:
It's just as he said, Fujimaru. I've confirmed the presence of multiple enemies and Servants.
Dr. Roman:
They seem to be surrounding the town. Hurry!
Mash:
Understood. Let's get going, Senpai!
Fujimaru 1:
Huh? Where's Nightingale?
Mash:
Huh?
Geronimo:
...She's gone. On top of that,Rama, who she was carrying on her back, is gone too.
Mash:
L-Let's run!
--ARROW--
F：???:
Huh? Did you hear something just now?
E：???:
Hmm...It sounds like people fighting, or something. Have our reinforcements arrived?
F：???:
The tables have turned! Old Man Geronimo's finally done it!
E：???:
...Hey, hey, Green?
E：???:
Remind me. Is Geronimo a woman with a medical bag, toting a gun and carrying a kid on her back?
F：???:
...Huh? What's that scary-sounding thing? Not even our banshee is that scary.
Rama:
Why, you...You didn't listen to a word of what the others were saying, did you?
Nightingale:
Yes, I did! That good hygiene is the basis of all healing! So I shall now disinfect them all at full power!
Rama:
You're such a...Argh! You...Mash! Fujimaru! Hurry up and rescue me already!
Mash:
...A-Anyway, in this situation,there's only one thing we can do.
Mash:
We need to protect Nightingale!
Geronimo:
Leave the cover fire to me! Go!
Mash:
All right! Mash Kyrielight–going in!
Nightingale:
–Do not interfere with my treatment!
Rama:
How should I say it...This is ridiculous...
E：???:
Hey, hey! Hey, you! You're an ally, right? I think?
Rama:
Are you one of the Archers Geronimo was talking about?
E：???:
Oh, good. So you ARE an ally! Hey, Green! They're allies!
F：???:
That's good to hear. Really good.
F：???:
Most of the enemies are gone now, but I was afraid we'd have to go against that scary lady next.
Rama:
Oh, how long have you been there?
F：???:
It's my skill, don't worry about it. As for me, I'm more interested in the fact that you're being carried on her back.
Rama:
–Please, just don't ask. It's an excessively long and convoluted story.
E：???:
Hey, hey! Are those people charging at us our allies too?
Rama:
Yes. They are very reliable allies.... At least more than myself right now!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
Most of the Celtic warriors have been eliminated–
Dr. Roman:
I'm picking up a strong enemy response! It's a big one...
Mash:
It's not another dragon, is it!?
Dr. Roman:
No. This–is a new type of demonic beast. Please be cautious!
Nightingale:
Oh, seeing animals here. Just how unsanitary can this place get!
Nightingale:
And there're so many different kinds...A true hotbed of bacteria. I'll get triple the disinfectant ready!
Rama:
I see, so that's the first thought in your mind seeing this? You're amazing, Nightingale!
Mash:
–Let's go, Master!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
...We won! But for some reason...I feel more exhausted than usual...
Mash:
Are you all right, Nightingale? Let me treat your wounds–
Nightingale:
I am a nurse, I understand my body more than anyone. I can still move. Wounds like these will heal themselves.
Fujimaru 1:
But you're bleeding.
Nightingale:
What of it? On the battlefield my blood is as precious as their blood.
Nightingale:
If shedding my own blood spares others from spilling their own, I will gladly do so.
Nightingale:
As someone who's joined the military, that's the only mission possible for me.
Mash:
...What should we do, Senpai?
E：???:
Hey, are you the reinforcements Geronimo mentioned?
Mash:
Y-Yes. You must be the ones he spoke about...
E：???:
Yep, the pair in a solitary struggle. My True Name is...I'll just tell you, since it's too troublesome otherwise.
E：???:
I'm Robin Hood, Archer class. And this guy with me here is–
D：???:
What the heck? You just blurted it out? No fair. Then I guess there's no reason I should keep mine a secret.
D：???:
I'm William Henry McCarty, Jr. Though people call me–Billy the Kid!
Billy:
To protect this nation, it looks like I, a Servant from this nation, was chosen.
Billy:
I'm an Archer, of course. Nice to meet you!
Geronimo:
I'm glad both of you are alive and well.
Geronimo:
This is the Demi-Servant, Mash Kyrielight, and this is her Master, Fujimaru.
Fujimaru 1:
Nice to meet you.
Robin Hood:
Yes, good to meet you. Well, at least we're not fighting all on our own anymore now.
Fujimaru 2:
Just you two?
Billy:
There are some townsfolk who couldn't evacuate. They're injured.
Mash:
So that's why Nightingale rushed off like that...
Geronimo:
Just like a coyote catching the scent of blood.... Maybe that metaphor was a bit rude.
Nightingale:
They're quite weakened, but their lives aren't in danger.
Billy:
Thank goodness!
Billy:
So, um– Fujimaru? What should we do now?
Mash:
Right, let me explain our current situation.
Billy:
...Ah, okay. Heal this Rama kid, find more firepower for our party, and—
Robin Hood:
Assassinate the enemy leader. That works, doesn't it? Sounds like an appropriate course of action.
Billy:
As expected of someone who's been fighting as the Faceless King, you really don't hesitate.
Robin Hood:
Both of us are used to doing dirty jobs. Right, Boy Outlaw King?
Billy:
Ah, ha, ha! Well, of course! I'm not gonna deal with guys that spawn infinitely.
Geronimo:
Considering our lopsided class distribution,we could really use a Saber or Lancer in our lineup.
Geronimo:
Having only Mash on the front line leaves our formation unreliable...Especially when Nightingale runs off on her own.
Geronimo:
The ideal Servant would be someone summoned to this era who has no connection to the Celts...
Billy:
I don't think anyone I know has been summoned.
Nightingale:
What is lacking the most in this world are nurses. Second to that are doctors.
Dr. Roman:
–Oof. I'm not picking up any Servant responses in the vicinity.
Dr. Roman:
If you can wait a bit, I'll expand the scan range.
Mash:
Until we detect a Servant,I guess we have to patiently keep scouting the area?
Robin Hood:
......
Fujimaru 1:
Something wrong?
Fujimaru 2:
What's up?
Robin Hood:
Oh, just...I guess, um, before I teamed up with this guy, I met some...
Robin Hood:
A Saber and a Lancer. Well...I mean, they were a Saber and a Lancer, but...
Robin Hood:
They're, like, ultra-problematic children?
Mash:
...Huh? Do they have Madness Enhancement? Or are they Anti-Heroes?
Robin Hood:
One's definitely an Anti-Hero. But you can communicate with both of them.
Robin Hood:
But they were, I guess you'd say...Well, you'll see when you meet them.
Robin Hood:
Just don't blame me when you do, okay?
Mash:
With our current situation, no matter how problematic the Servant is, we could use their aid.
Mash:
When things get dire, Senpai will be able to unite us. Right, Master?
Fujimaru 1:
Well, I'll figure something out.
Fujimaru 2:
Yeah, let's make sure things don't get dire.
Robin Hood:
Well, that's reassuring. You've fought beside some pretty troublesome folks, huh?
Section 8: My Fair Lady
Medb:
Oh, really? And then you came running back. How pathetic.
Fionn:
Yes. I am very sorry.
Medb:
Hey, Cú...What should we do with them?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...What? Yeah, whatever. I don't care.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
They're not kids. They're allowed two mistakes. This is their first. They're off the hook for now.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
However, there won't be a third. Don't waste my time, got that?
Fionn:
Understood. Then Diarmuid, let's go.
Diarmuid:
Yes.
Medb:
How naive! Cú, you need to be a lot more strict to people like that!
Medb:
You need to be more like an animal. An animal!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
No. Animals are free until they die. Unfortunately, I'm a king.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
The first time, I forgive their carelessness. The second time, I praise their narrow defeat. The third time, I resign myself to the fact that they're weak.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That, I don't need.
E：???:
That opinion still suits you even after falling to darkness. Your ferocity against enemies, on the other hand, does not suit you.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...So it's you.
E：???:
Surely it's you who called me.
Medb:
No, that would be me.
E：???:
Oh, Medb, is it? What's wrong? No one to warm your bed at night? I'd be happy to oblige.
Medb:
No. Rest assured that I have no issue in that area. Actually, I have a bit of news from an earlier report.
Medb:
Servants aiming to “correct” this world have appeared. Enemies trying to return this nation to how it used to be.
E：???:
Interesting. How audacious. Are those the ones whom Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne ran into?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
If you're bored, you go. They're strong enough, they shouldn't disappoint you.
E：???:
Oh, by myself?
Medb:
No, they're trying to meet up with one another. So you could sneak ahead, take those Servants and–
E：???:
Oh, I see. In other words, pick them off one by one before they all meet up.
E：???:
Acceptable. That should be simple enough.
Medb:
Thank you, Fergus. When you return, maybe I'll keep you company for a night?
Fergus:
–Hmm, oh, no, no. I'll pass after all.
Fergus:
I finally got my second life. It's not bad to be greedy–But being celibate every so often can't hurt.
Fergus:
I'll dedicate all my vigor to combat. I'll let my surging animal instincts guide me.
Fergus:
Don't you feel the same way?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–No. I won't get all enthusiastic over a battle that will end once I kill everyone.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
My task is to flatten this whole nation. Minor skirmishes with foot soldiers are mere drudgery.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll fulfill my destined role. Before I die, this nation will become an uninhabited wasteland.
Fergus:
I see...In spite of that, you're quite...
Fergus:
Never mind. Something about friendships and hedges. Now, my queen, if you'll excuse me!
Medb:
Good luck. I love you, Fergus♪
Fergus:
Hmph. Except for your body, you're the worst woman ever. However, you do have a sharp eye for good men!
Medb:
Well, how will they react? We're up against Rama and Geronimo, right?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
And that one group.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Do they have a strong sense of purpose? Of duty? Or no reason at all? ...At any rate, what a nuisance.
Medb:
Cú, you've changed so much. You've become more regal.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...I'm still my old self. Everybody has moments when they're not so eager to fight.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That's just how I'm feeling at the moment.
Medb:
I suppose. The animalistic side of you lusts for fulfilling battles and love.
Medb:
And the empty, hollow side of you is bored of battle, and just stoically deals with things.
Medb:
When summoned as a Servant,which side manifests is a matter of chance.
Medb:
Admittedly, you're basically one of my creations. I'm quite astounded at our compatibility.
Medb:
To be sure, I love both sides of you, Cú. I love you– Really, truly.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Shut up. You're annoying.
Medb:
–You're so spiteful. Hehehe.
Medb:
That aside, half of Eastern America has already fallen.
Medb:
We've killed George Washington and exterminated the majority of the nation's leaders.
Medb:
...I thought the battle was won. Who would've known that the West would unite to oppose us?
Medb:
“Edison,” was it? I didn't expect a mere human to go this far.
Medb:
The worst thing is that they have Karna on their side.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Fool. I told you to mow them down while they were still weak.
Medb:
Look, I didn't think a mere “King of Inventions” would go this far!
Medb:
I can't shake the feeling that he has some kind of backing. Something besides the Holy Grail.
Medb:
Otherwise, it's impossible to explain how he can oppose us as much as he has.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Hmm. That's alarming.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Well, I'll go and deal with him in time. Make sure our preparations are in order.
Medb:
Yes, of course.
Medb:
Well, Cú. Let's dream together. A dream as pleasant as a nightmare.
Medb:
When we awake, I'm sure things will have moved forward. Hopefully it will be something to celebrate– Hehehe.
Robin Hood:
...Ugh, I'm so depressed. Completely run-down.
Robin Hood:
Why do I have to travel to America's remote regions just to see those guys...
Mash:
? What is holding you back? Did you meet them when you were alive?
Robin Hood:
Of course not. I never met such an overwhelming group when I was human.
Robin Hood:
But it still feels like we're inextricably linked. Like we're connected, but still apart, you know?
Fujimaru 1:
Ex-girlfriend?
Fujimaru 2:
Girlfriend?
Mash:
Oh, I see. So that was the reason. Robin, I underestimated you.
Robin Hood:
Hey, Fujimaru...Don't pull such scary stuff out of that imagination of yours.
Billy:
But that's what it sounded like he was talking about. Don't you all agree?
Geronimo:
Who cares?
Rama:
...I am ignorant of such matters. I am dedicated to my wife, Sita.
Nightingale:
What? A “girlfriend”...Is that the name of a new antibiotic?
Billy:
Oh, this is pointless! Nobody here has a sense of humor!
Robin Hood:
I think they settled down around here...
Dr. Roman:
Whoa. I'm getting enemy readings, so watch out!
Mash:
Okay. Master, let's go!
Mash:
...Wait. Huh?
Billy:
Don't these guys seem kind of weak? Well, whatever. I guess that's good for us.
Billy:
Okay, let's do this!
--BATTLE--
Robin Hood:
They're weak, but there are so many of them. I wonder why they're so weak.
Robin Hood:
...Is it, maybe? No, there's no way...there's no way.
Mash:
Is something wrong?
Robin Hood:
It's nothing. Let's get on with this. We're not finished here yet.
--BATTLE--
Billy:
Yup, they were weak!
Mash:
But they're the same Celtic soldiers we've been fighting, right? Seems like they fought something else before us–
Geronimo:
...Hmm?
Billy:
Geronimo, what's wrong?
Geronimo:
No, I just heard a weird sound–
Billy:
Oh, you're right. What is that...exactly?
Billy:
Each individual sound is beautiful, but when you put them together, they feel murky, like mud...
Billy:
It's like when you use red, blue, yellow, green, and pink paint...and the canvas goes all black.
Mash:
Please wait, Master. I feel like we've heard this song somewhere.
Fujimaru 1:
It's just your imagination-tion-tion!
Fujimaru 2:
It's an auditory illusion-sion-sion!
Mash:
Master, the way you are ending your sentences is very strange!
Robin Hood:
Ugh. Is she still singing...
--ARROW--
Elisabeth:
♪My heart is prickling...Romance in a box♪A little girl's iron maiden!
Elisabeth:
♪You're so cute I'll lock you up♪ Shower you with bloody kisses and skewer you like kebabs!
Elisabeth:
♪Don't fool around! Don't fall in love♪'Cause I'm always by your side, okay?
Mash:
...
Geronimo:
...
Billy:
...
Robin Hood:
...
Elisabeth:
Oh, wait a minute. I should have ended that “okay” on a much springier, livelier note. Definitely.
Elisabeth:
Then I'd do a cute little spin, and slap my tail at the audience.
Elisabeth:
It's so fun to practice! I feel like I'm just getting more and more charming! It's great!
Elisabeth:
If I say so myself, it's scary how perfect I am...Adding all these practices on top of my natural talent...I am entering godhood!
Elisabeth:
Heh heh, just you wait, Saber. Next time we meet, I'll be way different!
Mash:
...Excuse me, Master.
Mash:
I believe the situation calls for you to say something that should be said.
Fujimaru 1:
Me?
Fujimaru 2:
Why me?
Mash:
Yes. There is only one thing to say. Senpai, I have faith in you. You can do it.
Mash:
Okay— Go ahead!
Fujimaru 1:
Aren't you embarrassed showing up so many times?
Fujimaru 2:
Aren't you embarrassed showing up so many times?
Elisabeth:
What? Who has the nerve to hurl slander at an idol?
Elisabeth:
Hey, I didn't ask to be summoned, okay!? I mean, who wouldn't want a wonderful world tour anyway!
Elisabeth:
...Well, if it isn't the [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet] and Friends!
Elisabeth:
Huh? Oh, the green mouse is also with you. What do you want?
Robin Hood:
Hey, don't remember people by color! ...So, you're still singing here, I see.
Elisabeth:
YES.
Elisabeth:
I mean, this is the ultimate entertainment hell where all the pigs filled with desire gather, and its name is–
Elisabeth:
Broadway!
Mash:
...Broadway?
Elisabeth:
What, you've never heard of it? It's the home of musicals! Oh, the glory of Broadway!
Elisabeth:
It's a glittering hub of entertainment! A sparkling paradise for artistic expression...
Elisabeth:
Well, this place is just a hillbilly town at the moment. It is none other than I who deemed it Broadway!
Elisabeth:
So here and there are the only places in America that are worth anything. Hehe, I can see it now.
Elisabeth:
All the pigs enchanted by my singing voice flock around me here, one after another–
Elisabeth:
Eventually I'll have everything built here. My own stage, my own theater, my own cinema.
Elisabeth:
I'll reign over it all as an unscalable magical tower! The only other thing I need is...Right, a statue of me!
Elisabeth:
A super statue, 500 meters tall,faithfully capturing my exquisite beauty!
Elisabeth:
As the goddess of fresh blood, I'll raise my voice in song with a tomato in one hand and end the cutthroat world of idols!
Billy:
...Could someone stop her? Please?
Robin Hood:
Hey, don't look at me like that! I don't want to! Look, uh, everyone has the right to dream!
Billy:
Hahaha. Delusions aren't dreams, and with how she is now, her dreams won't come true even after a century passes.
Nightingale:
Treating damaged vocal cords is one thing,but curing delusions is beyond my expertise.
Mash:
......
Fujimaru 1:
Mash?
Mash:
Huh? ...I am very sorry, Master.
Mash:
My mind wandered off for a moment there. Elisabeth, this is our third meeting!
Mash:
If you'll allow me to be frank, I believe your only audience is Celtic soldiers eager to pounce on you!
Mash:
Your beautiful voice won't reach their hearts. They hear only the death throes of a hungry dragon!
Elisabeth:
...Huh?
Billy:
Oh, I finally get it. Why those guys we ran into earlier were so weak.
Robin Hood:
You do? Me, too!
Geronimo:
I get it, too.
Elisabeth:
I was getting so fired up because so many fans wanted to get near me...
Elisabeth:
Is it true that those half-naked macho men were just a bunch of fools incapable of understanding my art?
Mash:
Correct! Those fellows would be quite out of place on your stage.
Mash:
As a fan, my advice to you is to unleash your song at the right place and time!
Mash:
In order to promote your art(istically atrocious singing), I humbly beseech you to lend us your strength!
Fujimaru 1:
Nice job, Mash!
Fujimaru 2:
...Oh, so that's your plan...
Elisabeth:
–I see. I don't really get it, but I'm convinced.
Elisabeth:
Basically, you need my power, right?
Mash:
Yes!
Elisabeth:
Oh...Well, I can't say “no” when a passionate fan asks me to do something.
Elisabeth:
You've passed, Mash! I, Elisabeth Báthory, henceforth pledge my microphone to your Master!
Mash:
Yes! Thank you so much!
Billy:
...I see. So that's how you're supposed to talk to that dumb dragon...
Robin Hood:
I had a feeling she loved to be flattered. But there's no way I could so desperately beg her for anything.
Geronimo:
...We are Servants. Thus, once we achieve our goal, we have no choice but to return to the Throne.
Geronimo:
...In the end, will she really have enough time to build her own Broadway?
Robin Hood:
That is to remain unsaid, Old Man Geronimo.
Billy:
So, where's the next one?
Robin Hood:
We're going to pass through the eastern forest. Saber's in the town on the other side.
Fujimaru 1:
Another...Saber?
Robin Hood:
Right, Saber. An equal match for our Lancer here.
Fujimaru 2:
Umm...are you perhaps referring to the “red” one?
Billy:
? You can tell your Sabers apart based on whether they're red or blue?
Elisabeth:
I see, I see. Basically you're recruiting other members for me. I'm your vocalist, so...
Elisabeth:
Oh, I've got it! An assistant director, right? Lighting, seating, acoustics! Yup, those are important!
Elisabeth:
Let's go, Mash, Fujimaru. I meant to say this earlier, but thanks for what you did for me in France!
Mash:
Not at all. It is we who should extend our gratitude...Thank you very much.
Mash:
The Saber class is an indispensable part of the group. Let's go.
Elisabeth:
Ah! What's up with this forest? It's so big! I'm scared!
Mash:
The giant sequoias in the West are supposedly even larger.
Billy:
They're worth seeing once. If you're ever in Sierra Nevada, be sure not to miss them.
Elisabeth:
Wow. America's forests are amazing.
Geronimo:
Yeah, these forests are still pristine.
Elisabeth:
There are animals resembling gorillas, too.
Geronimo:
...Right. Those gorilla-like things...Um, where?
Elisabeth:
Over there. See. There's one waving at us. It's holding a glow stick, no doubt.
Geronimo:
...That's not a gorilla, it's a werewolf-type enemy. And it's holding a club.
Mash:
P-P-Prepare for battle! It was clearly trying to ambush us!
Elisabeth:
Oh, it's just an enemy? That's too bad. Let's finish this up quickly!
--BATTLE--
Elisabeth:
I worked up a little sweat. My [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet], give me something to wipe the sweat off.
Fujimaru 1:
Here, use this...
Robin Hood:
Hey, wait! It's not right to use my Noble Phantasm as a towel!
Robin Hood:
Master, don't get carried away and try to snatch anything from me either!
Section 9: A Star Is Born
Mash:
We have emerged from the forest. Robin, is that the town you told us about?
Robin Hood:
Yeah, that's right.... Hmm? Somebody's here.
Geronimo:
Yes, that's an ally.
Spy:
Geronimo. I have news.
Geronimo:
Hmm...I see. I'm sorry, but please continue your investigation.
Billy:
Who were those guys?
Geronimo:
They've been tracking the Celtic soldiers for me. In particular, I want to know where they're coming from.
Geronimo:
...Once we get that Saber on our side,we can pursue the matter further.
Robin Hood:
Ugh, I don't want to do this...
G：???:
♪Hum, hum, hum, hum...Okay then, the groundwork is in place.
G：???:
It's a shame that a Western is the only thing you can shoot in a town like this–
G：???:
But not to worry. Even in a Western, my extraordinary acting talent will no doubt win me an Academy Award!
G：???:
I'll be concurrently responsible for production, direction, the script, music, and the leading role...
G：???:
Oh, no! I just realized there's no cameraman–!
G：???:
Hmph, what am I to do...Perhaps the time has finally come for me to try my hand at summoning?
G：???:
But my profound talent may result in summoning a big shot...I'll be forced to choose between Eastwood and Scott...
E：???:
Hmm. Hollywood, is it? One must not underestimate the creative minds of Servants.
G：???:
Hmph, who are you? I'm quite busy, so off with you...Unless you're a cameraman.
Fergus:
Do excuse me. My name is Fergus. I once earned my keep as a Knight of the Red Branch.
Fergus:
Normally, I would have happily called myself a cameraman in order to hit on you–but things are complicated now.
G：???:
Oh?
Fergus:
So I'm going to kill you. Period. If you want someone to resent, you have only me.
Fergus:
I'm doing this entirely for myself, after all. I'll cut you down just because I want to.
G：???:
Hmph. You seem to have your reasons, but I won't ask. You're quite bold to think you can kill me.
G：???:
I don't mean to boast, but I, Nero Claudius, am not a petty Servant who will die so easily, you see?
Fergus:
...Nero, the tyrant of ancient Rome! What an unusual Servant to run into.
Fergus:
No wonder your radiance is different from that mediocre rabble. Such a swelling. A swelling similar to a waterfall.
Nero Bride:
Mediocre...rabble?
Fergus:
Indeed. On my way here,I cut down three other Servants.
Fergus:
So you'll be my fourth victim.
Nero Bride:
Oh. Very impressive.
Nero Bride:
But unfortunately, O mighty Fergus mac Róich, you're quite mistaken.
Nero Bride:
The fourth victim...will be YOU!
Fergus:
–I see. So I guess you aren't just an emperor that orders people about from your throne.
Fergus:
How delightful. I guess there was no need to bring them...
Fergus:
Very well then. I'm Fergus, of the Saber class. I'll face you as one of the queen's knights.
Nero Bride:
You know, what you're most mistaken about is your destiny. You are truly unlucky.
Fergus:
...What?
Nero Bride:
–You're here, right? Faceless King!
Fergus:
...Ugh!!
Fergus:
...Who's there?
Robin Hood:
Yeah, yeah. I'll just come on out now.
Robin Hood:
Hey there, little emperor. I'm impressed you knew I was here.
Nero Bride:
Call it my sixth sense. I'm quite attuned to the presence of spectators.
Robin Hood:
Yup, yup. Nothing less from a tyrant always seeking love. Anyway, I'm not the only one who came running here.
Mash:
Nero!?
Nero Bride:
Hmm, that voice...I feel like I have heard it somewhere before...
Mash:
Oh, that's right...You were still alive, back in Rome.
Mash:
Ahem. Your Majesty, Nero Claudius. I am Mash Kyrielight.
Mash:
Please accept our humble assistance.
Fujimaru 1:
Yeah, we owe you for your help in Rome!
Fujimaru 2:
Grant us the glory of fighting by your side one more time!
Nero Bride:
Oh? So we have met somewhere before. You have earned my trust.
Nero Bride:
Anyway, both of you are my type! What beautiful faces!
Nero Bride:
You may have the honor of standing beside me! Pleased to meet you, strangers from my past!
Mash:
...Hehe. Master. Nero is just the same, isn't she?
Fergus:
Hmm. I suppose it is reckless to take on so many.
Robin Hood:
It would save us a lot of trouble if you would just surrender.
Fergus:
–Surely, you jest.
Fergus:
I also shall borrow the power of my queen! Come out, brave soldiers!
Nero Bride:
!!!
Robin Hood:
Tch, so they were hiding.
Fergus:
One against seven is a bit tough, but a hundred against seven should be more even.
Robin Hood:
Oh great...Looks like I can't slack off here.
Nero Bride:
I do not pardon laziness, mouse. If you wish to serve me, fight for your life.
Robin Hood:
Got it. Well then– Guess it's time to perform my role as an ally of justice!
--BATTLE--
Fergus:
Ugh!
Robin Hood:
That's checkmate, General Muscles.
Fergus:
General...Hah, general, you say? Sorry, but I'm no general.
Fergus:
My role is to simply add a little flair to the queen's legend.
Fergus:
I only wished to become her equal in the world this time...
Rama:
W-Wait, Fergus! Do you know of my bride, Sita?
Rama:
The wife of a man named Rama, by the name of Sita!
Fergus:
Your bride? I don't know if she was your bride, but I've seen a young woman of similar appearance to you.
Rama:
Where!?
Fergus:
...Hmph, very well. That was the one thing I found unpleasant in the queen's strategy, after all.
Fergus:
Return to the West, Rama. To Alcatraz Island. Your bride may be there.
Rama:
Did you say...Alcatraz Island?
Dr. Roman:
Wait, the famous prison island, said to be impossible to escape!?
Fergus:
It's your choice whether to trust me or not.
Rama:
No...I will. I'll believe you, Fergus mac Róich.
Rama:
I'll head to Alcatraz Island.
Fergus:
Heroes of India gaze at other people with such pure, beautiful eyes...
Fergus:
Still, good grief–
Nero Bride:
Hm?
Mash:
???
Elisabeth:
Huh?
Fergus:
There are so many splendid women here besides the queen.
Fergus:
What a waste, to die at a time like this...Ahahaha!
Nero Bride:
...A Celtic warrior who can admire beauty? That man Fergus had such fine taste!
Robin Hood:
No, I think it's just that he doesn't have any standards at all...
Nero Bride:
Hm? Did you say something?
Robin Hood:
Oh, nothing. Anyway, what are you doing in an abandoned city like this, Your Majesty?
Nero Bride:
You can't tell? ...Well, I suppose I can't blame you.
Elisabeth:
Hehehe, I know. I've got it! This is a plan only a woman with an appreciation for art and beauty could come up with!
Elisabeth:
We meet again, Saber! It must be fate that we were both summoned to America.
Elisabeth:
I can hear Mount János whispering to settle things here. To see who has the greater talent!
Nero Bride:
Oh? ...I thought I sensed something tingling. It must have been you, the devilish singing diva, Elisabeth!
Nero Bride:
Hehehe. Things must be made clear to you, above all others. Listen well. In fact, everyone should listen...
Nero Bride:
To my grand plan which is as profound as the deepest abyss!
Robin Hood:
...I've already got an idea. Well, go right ahead, Your Majesty.
Nero Bride:
Very well, I shall! Here, I plan to build the city of ultimate fantasy, namely...
Nero Bride:
Hollywood! That world-renowned palace of amusement!
Fujimaru 1:
Whaaaaaat!?
Fujimaru 2:
Whaaaaaat.
Nero Bride:
Yes, such a pleasant reaction, thank you! I see you're a top class Master!
Elisabeth:
Ugh...To think you've taken one of the two greatest locations in America...Though admittedly I've already taken the other one...
Elisabeth:
I knew it, Saber...You and I are tied by bonds of true friendship!
Nero Bride:
We're rivals! And friends who appreciate the same art!
Mash:
...It's just like we expected, Senpai.
Billy:
Heroes are amusing, aren't they, Geronimo?
Geronimo:
I feel like I understand why the Roman Empire collapsed now.
Nightingale:
Treating someone's aesthetic sense is outside of my field.
Nero Bride:
Do you intend to help me with my plan? I could even promote you to sub-heroine, Mash!
Mash:
Thank you very much. It's an honor to be the sub-heroine.
Mash:
...However, Nero. Or should I say, Your Majesty. There's just one problem with your plan.
Nero Bride:
Hm? What on earth could be the flaw in my perfect plan?
Mash:
This nation is currently in the middle of a war due to these Celtic warriors.
Mash:
As it is now, you won't find any cameramen–or even an audience!
Nero Bride:
What!?
Elisabeth:
(Yup. I know that all too well. I knew that all along! )
Nero Bride:
N-No wonder a single person hasn't appeared to listen to my rehearsals!
Nero Bride:
There's a saying in the Orient: “Amusement is only amusing when you have a livelihood. ”
Nero Bride:
...Well, it might have been a little different...But close enough.
Nero Bride:
Very well! In that case, I must make a stand as well! To build a golden city of movies in this land!
Nero Bride:
Elisabeth, our showdown is on hold. For now, we need to mop up the Celtic warriors in this country!
Elisabeth:
Yes, I'd expect no less from my rival! I won't lose!
Elisabeth:
Leave the ticket sales to me! I'll force it on them after they're defeated!
Mash:
What a beautiful friendship.
Robin Hood:
Yeah, beautiful...As long as we don't get wrapped up in it.
Geronimo:
Anyway, this means Saber's our ally now. We even took down Fergus as a bonus.
Geronimo:
Let's consider this to be a good omen.
Mash:
Excuse me, there's a transmission from the Doctor. Yes, Doctor?
Dr. Roman:
Sorry for interrupting your fun. If you head a little west from your location, you'll find a point with a strong Leyline.
Dr. Roman:
I'd like you to establish a circle and set up a summoning point as usual.
Mash:
Understood. Everyone, I'm sorry, but there's a place we'd like to go.
Nightingale:
But the patient...
Dr. Roman:
Ah, don't worry about that. Once the summoning point is established, we can supply healing spells.
Dr. Roman:
Using that, you can hold out for a while. Securing camp is vital, for Rama's sake as well.
Section 10: Ambivalent States
Mash:
As usual, it seems enemies are gathering at the Leyline. Let's clean them up.
--BATTLE--
Mash:
I'll set up the summoning circle now.
Da Vinci:
Yes, nice work as always. I'm glad you managed to establish the base safely.
Da Vinci:
Now then. I suppose today's story should be about the United States of America?
Da Vinci:
Although...I don't have much relation to that nation at all...
Da Vinci:
Besides, what kind of fool would put a code in their own self-portrait?
Da Vinci:
Do you know how it feels to have something like that pushed onto you? Do you?
Da Vinci:
Anyway, setting that aside...
Da Vinci:
The phrase “e pluribus unum” is their national motto, meaning “out of many, one. ”
Da Vinci:
But that is the contradiction.
Da Vinci:
To unite many into a single entity,the many must lose their individuality.
Da Vinci:
They claim to be rationalism incarnate,yet act as champions of justice.
Da Vinci:
They strive to be the strongest in the world, yet believe in a god.
Da Vinci:
The nation of America is the embodiment of contradictory tendencies in humans.
Da Vinci:
–And for that reason, their nation has no connection whatsoever to monsters or Magecraft.
Da Vinci:
While they may all reach for the same unattainable stars, their approaches are fundamentally different.
Da Vinci:
But having no connection doesn't mean one has no knowledge.
Da Vinci:
A Holy Grail War may have occurred, even in this nation. But that would be in a different world, a faraway world–
Da Vinci:
...That's about it for today's lesson, I think. The summoning circle is established, after all.
Da Vinci:
Anyway, ciao everyone♪Do your best as always!
Geronimo:
...Hm, night falls quickly. We should rest soon.
Geronimo:
It'd be one thing if we were all Servants, but we have a Master with us. Plus one of us is wounded.
Rama:
I'm fine! Oww...
Nightingale:
I fully understand your condition. Please stop trying to act tough.
Rama:
H-Hey! Stop trying to gouge my wounds! Fine, I got it. I want to rest, I really do!
Elisabeth:
Hm, that's fine I suppose. Hey, Greenie, lend me that towel.
Robin Hood:
I told you, this isn't a towel! It's my Noble Phantasm! It's not something to sit your ass on!
Elisabeth:
Haah. You're so stingy. I can tell how you were raised, you know?
Robin Hood:
I don't need to be told by some exploitative aristocrat!
Billy:
There are silent ways to laugh!
Robin Hood:
You're always laughing out loud, though. Geez...
Billy:
Night gets cold, so I'll gather firewood now. Sound okay?
Geronimo:
Yes, we aren't within their sphere of influence yet. It would be a problem if Fujimaru freezes to death.
Billy:
Okay. Robin, help me out.
Elisabeth:
I'll go sing for a bit. One needs to keep practicing, no matter the time.
Elisabeth:
That's both the fate and duty of an idol. Also, a life of an idol. Oh, and hope of an idol.
Nero Bride:
Hmm, well said. I won't lose either!
Nightingale:
The necrosis in your heart is starting to spread faster. I can still keep you alive for a few days, but–
Nightingale:
After that, I can't make any promises.
Rama:
I understand. Just let me rest for now.
Nightingale:
I'll inject a double dose of painkillers. That should help.
Rama:
No, I won't stay conscious without the pain. I need to be able to move, if the time comes...
Nightingale:
Then I'll give you the normal dose. Just be prepared for intense pain.
Rama:
I know. This is a punishment that I must accept.
Nightingale:
...Punishment?
Rama:
I suffered an unsightly defeat to Cú Chulainn. Not only that, but to save me–
Rama:
Many people were sacrificed. Therefore, this is my punishment.
Nightingale:
...Are idiots allowed to become kings in India?
Rama:
What?
Nightingale:
In what world would people, after risking their lives to save someone, be happy to see that person suffer?
Nightingale:
The people who saved you surely wished for your safety, and for your good health.
Rama:
Uh...
Nightingale:
All too foolish. Recover from your wounds, and fight to honor those who saved you.
Nightingale:
That is the best, and only, thing you can do for them.
Rama:
...Thanks for the advice.
Nightingale:
That's a nurse's duty.
Mash:
...Ah, Master. The stars are beautiful, aren't they?
Fujimaru 1:
Yeah.
Fujimaru 2:
There's nothing there.
Mash:
Yes, a primal landscape. A place where it's hard for people to survive, where only beasts are allowed to live.
Mash:
How long do you need to devote to something for a nation to be born here–I can't even begin to imagine.
Mash:
Countless people, resources, blood and sweat. The culmination of humanity's efforts that transcends good and evil.
Mash:
...No matter how much I thought about it in Chaldea, I couldn't understand...But I'm starting to see now.
Mash:
It's all because of you. Thank you very much.
Fujimaru 1:
You're welcome.
Fujimaru 2:
I'm nothing special.
Fou:
Fou!
Mash:
What is it, Fou?
Nero Bride:
Don't run, Fou! Just sit still, and let me brush you!
Fou:
Fou, fou fou!
Mash:
You're being threatened, Nero.
Nero Bride:
Hmph, too bad. By the way, Geronimo was calling for you.
Nero Bride:
He wanted to talk about our plans going forward...Hm?
Mash:
Night is their time. Call for everyone. Let's fight back!
--BATTLE--
Geronimo:
We're currently in the western region of North America. The Celtic warriors seem to mainly be coming from the East.
Geronimo:
American army bases and cities have fallen one after another.
Geronimo:
While most of them massacre men and women of all ages, some Servants seem to allow non-combatants to escape.
Geronimo:
It's fine to be an honorable Servant, but those that escaped are going to die sooner or later regardless.
Geronimo:
The East is almost completely occupied. And...This is the most important part...
Geronimo:
They're using Washington as their base. In other words, the original capital.
Mash:
Are you sure of that?
Geronimo:
It's information from a man who escaped from Washington, but I have no proof.
Geronimo:
...Still, if you don't mind hearing my personal intuition, I believe this is the enemy's main stronghold.
Nero Bride:
Why is that?
Geronimo:
When seeking to humiliate a nation,the most effective method is to occupy their capital.
Geronimo:
On the other hand, the United Western States led by Edison has been actively accepting refugees from the East.
Geronimo:
He makes them work in mechanized infantry factories, and diligently makes improvements each day.
Geronimo:
He is accompanied by Helena Blavatsky, with whom he was also friends in life–
Geronimo:
As well as one of the most powerful beings in Indian mythology, the “Hero of Benefaction” Karna, from the Mahabharata.
Geronimo:
Blavatsky may be obvious, but it's unknown why Karna would have taken his side...
Geronimo:
Regardless, those three and their mechanized infantry seem to be compensating for their lack of Servants.
Geronimo:
Now, assuming that Washington is the enemy stronghold–the question is, what should we do next?
Billy:
I know! Can't we wait for them to destroy each other?
Geronimo:
That would be difficult.
Geronimo:
Since the Celts possess the Grail, Edison's army can't close the military power gap regardless of the improvements he's made.
Geronimo:
If anything, it's the chaotic nature of the current situation that allows small forces like us to move around freely.
Billy:
That's true. Never mind!
Geronimo:
Most of us rallying here on this occasion are heroes, but not really heroes.
Geronimo:
An outlaw, an outcast, a lone wolf.... That's the type of folk we are.
Geronimo:
Given the chance, they will exploit that weakness of ours. So there's only one way to win.
Geronimo:
We must search for specific Servants, and eliminate them.
Geronimo:
As I thought, our only option is assassination. We'll infiltrate their base and take out the Servants.
Elisabeth:
Um...Is that really okay? There's more than one of them, right?
Geronimo:
You're correct, dragon girl.
Geronimo:
The capital has the toughest defense in a nation. It would be difficult for even an Assassin to infiltrate and assassinate someone.
Geronimo:
Normally, at least.
Robin Hood:
Which means?
Geronimo:
...Celtic warriors are extremely belligerent.
Geronimo:
Also, considering the haphazard nature of their invasions, it's obvious they simply do as they please.
Geronimo:
In other words–
Mash:
...The Celtic warriors won't place any emphasis on defending the capital?
Geronimo:
That's my speculation. They simply see a fortress as a place to live, and not a place to defend.
Geronimo:
They stress about how strong their warriors ought to be— Their society values individuals more than the whole.
Robin Hood:
Ah, I get it. Rather than build up a castle's defenses, they think they can rely on their own strength.
Robin Hood:
That's the opposite of Edison, who believes in uniformity and strength in numbers. No wonder their castle is shorthanded.
Geronimo:
Yeah. However, this is a gamble.
Geronimo:
We have no way to defend the West. We must gamble since the difference in military strength is overwhelming.
Billy:
Hmm, I guess this really is the bottom of the barrel.
Billy:
I don't like it, but I doubt there's a better plan than this.
Billy:
I got no problem with this plan.
Robin Hood:
No matter how slim it may be, I will take any chance I can get. An all-or-nothing gamble scares me.
Nero Bride:
Lancer and I don't mind, either.
Elisabeth:
Right. We're really busy, so the sooner it ends the better.
Nightingale:
Medical treatment is pointless if it doesn't address the source. If Washington is the lesion, it must be cut out.
Nightingale:
...However, we should prioritize treatment of this patient first.
Rama:
I'm fine...Or so I'd like to say, but I'm useless when it comes to assassination. I'll only slow you down.
Geronimo:
Yes, exactly. That's why I want to split our force into two.
Geronimo:
One group will go with Nightingale in pursuit of the Servant Sita, who has ties to Rama, for his treatment.
Geronimo:
The other will infiltrate the East,and carry out the assassination.
Geronimo:
...The assassination mission is dangerous, there's a high chance of failure. We must avoid clumping up and getting wiped out.
Geronimo:
Personally, I'd like Mash and Fujimaru to accompany Nightingale and Rama.
Geronimo:
What do you think?
Mash:
Us?
Geronimo:
Yes. To put it one way...You're our ace in the hole. Literally, our trump card.
Geronimo:
If all goes well and we eliminate the enemy, that's fine. If we can't, the rest is in your hands.
Mash:
...Senpai? I'll leave the decision up to the Master.
Fujimaru 1:
Understood.
Fujimaru 2:
Let's go with that.
Geronimo:
Very well, I'll leave it to you. Now, in terms of balance...I'd like at least one more Servant to go along with you.
Nero Bride:
...Hm, okay. Lancer...No, Elisabeth. You should go with them.
Elisabeth:
Huh? Why me? We're not going together?
Nero Bride:
Umu. While I'd love to see whose song is better...We can't exactly sing loudly during an assassination mission.
Nero Bride:
That would be boring.
Nero Bride:
That's why when we meet again, we'll make a big stage. They'll be the judges, and we'll finally settle things.
Nero Bride:
To see who the true idol is!
Elisabeth:
Ugh...How splendid! A once-in-a-lifetime performance! I'd expect no less from my rival. You think BIG!
Fujimaru 1:
Judges?
Mash:
...Let's just pretend we didn't hear that.
Elisabeth:
But in that case, shouldn't you go with the Master instead of me, Nero? Can you handle something as complicated as an assassination?
Nero Bride:
Hehehe, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm more fitted for assassination.... Why, you ask?
Nero Bride:
I'm Nero Claudius. I'm a veteran of both assassinating and being assassinated!
Nero Bride:
Life as emperor is filled with conspiracies. Kill or be killed, poison or be poisoned. It's filled with gory details.
Nero Bride:
...Umu. I feel sad just saying that...Either way, there's no one more suited for assassination than me!
Nero Bride:
Ahem...Go on, feel free to applaud. Applaud.
Robin Hood:
That's not something to brag about, Your Majesty.
Nero Bride:
I know. Even I'm not even really trying to brag.
Nero Bride:
But with my “Imperial Privilege,” I can mimic an Assassin for a while.
Nero Bride:
There's also another very important reason.
Geronimo:
Important...reason?
Mash:
What could that be...
Nero Bride:
Umu. Well you see...Rama and I are way too similar!
Rama:
That's all!?
Nero Bride:
What do you mean, that's all? It's important not to have overlapping characteristics!
Elisabeth:
...In that case, we can't help it. That's a fatal issue for any group, after all...
Rama:
It's really that important? So much so that you accepted it instantly!?
Rama:
Hey, Fujimaru. I'm really confused here!
Fujimaru 1:
Don't worry about it.
Rama:
You say that, but...
Nightingale:
Okay, settle down a bit, patient.
Rama:
Owwww!
Fujimaru 2:
Individuality is important.
Rama:
Fujimaru, you too? So characteristic overlap...is really that important...
Elisabeth:
Anyway, it's fine. You'd better get that assassination done, Nero.
Nero Bride:
That goes without saying. Just leave it to me. It's like a secret live performance.
Geronimo:
That settles it, then. Myself, Robin, Billy, and Nero...
Geronimo:
Our team will head to the East for the assassinations. And–
Geronimo:
Nightingale, Rama, Mash, Elisabeth,and Master Fujimaru...
Geronimo:
Your team will head to Alcatraz Island to rescue Sita. Any issues with that, Master?
Fujimaru 1:
Not at all.
Fujimaru 2:
Please be careful.
Geronimo:
Of course. Very well, we'll depart tomorrow morning.
Mash:
I'll give you a communication device. We can use it to decide where to rendezvous afterwards.
Geronimo:
Sure. Now rest up and prepare for tomorrow.
Geronimo:
Particularly you, Master. You need to head back west. Make sure you eat something and sleep well tonight.
--ARROW--
Geronimo:
We'll be heading to the East now.
Mash:
Yes, and we'll head to Alcatraz Island.
Geronimo:
I'm sure there are Celtic Servants posted at Alcatraz Island as well. Be careful.
Mash:
Yes. You too, Geronimo.
Geronimo:
Master. Our time together was short, but enjoyable. I pray for success on your end.
Fujimaru 1:
You sound like you're going to die.
Fujimaru 2:
You sound like we won't meet again.
Geronimo:
Hm, I suppose I do sound like that.... Don't worry, we'll meet again.
Billy:
Hey, Master. Don't worry, this will be quick.
Billy:
Just sit tight and wait for the good news! ...Just kidding.
Robin Hood:
Take care of the little princess here, Master.
Elisabeth:
Hey, it should be the other way around! I'm going to take care of these guys.
Robin Hood:
Yeah, yeah.... Anyway, time to get to work.
Nero Bride:
Umu. Fujimaru, watch over Lancer for me.
Elisabeth:
Hey, you too, Saber? That's so rude.
Nero Bride:
Ahahahaha. Forgive me, Lancer.
Elisabeth:
Listen, Saber. This is a promise. When you come back, we'll settle who number one is–
Nero Bride:
I know. We'll have a showdown, fair and square,and see who's more worthy of the audience's applause!
Nero Bride:
I'll show you my true strength when that time comes! —It's mind-blowing, by the way!
Robin Hood:
So she's been holding back all this time? Now that's a scary thought.
Elisabeth:
Yes, go and kill them all, Saber. We still have that collaboration between Golden Theater and Castle Csejte to do.
Nero Bride:
Umu, leave everything to me!
Geronimo:
Well, let's get moving.
Nero Bride:
Umu. It was a quick farewell, but I have no regrets. Now, to finish our tasks.
Geronimo:
...We're not going to our deaths, Nero.
Nero Bride:
I'm aware of that. But I also know how dangerous assassination plots can be.
Nero Bride:
We're infiltrating deep into enemy lines. Prioritizing our own survival reduces the chance of success.
Robin Hood:
Hey, are you planning to...
Nero Bride:
Say nothing more. It would be insensitive of you, Archer...I mean, Robin Hood.
Nero Bride:
I intend to survive. My stubbornness is second to none, after all!
Robin Hood:
That's true. I don't intend to die, either. Let's just do our best.
Billy:
Hey, Geronimo.
Geronimo:
What?
Billy:
I'm an American, so it's fine, but...You're a proud Apache, right?
Billy:
Is it really okay? Saving this nation, I mean.
Geronimo:
You're still saying that? If this nation isn't saved, we won't be saved, either.
Geronimo:
...Besides, the idea of America owing me a debt is pleasant.
Geronimo:
Even if all is lost and forgotten once the world corrects itself.
Geronimo:
There's no need for you to feel any sort of guilt.
Billy:
...I see. Then I'll go with that.
Billy:
I just hope this assassination goes well.
Geronimo:
Indeed...
Rama:
Ugh...
Nightingale:
...Master. It seems he's finally approaching his limit.
Nightingale:
Please try to make haste. If not, I may be forced to amputate the patient's limbs...
Rama:
Anything but that. Haha, I need to show some willpower...
Nightingale:
This patient's display of toughness is praise-worthy. An ordinary person would have broken mentally already.
Rama:
I can't die until I meet my wife. That is my duty, as the king of Kosala.
Rama:
...At least, that's what I tried to do. But she ended up being harmed for that reason.
Dr. Roman:
Right, according to the Ramayana, you suspected your wife of infidelity, and tested her twice.
Elisabeth:
Seriously? No wonder she got mad at you.
Rama:
...No, I never suspected my wife of infidelity. But that wasn't enough to appease the people.
Rama:
The first ceremony should have removed all doubt...But the people continued to suspect her.
Elisabeth:
...You trusted her, right?
Rama:
I did. However, I still exiled her. I had no choice.
Elisabeth:
What the...
Nightingale:
Isn't that the same as suspecting her?
Elisabeth:
That's right! You're the worst! Simply the worst!
Mash:
U-Um, both of you, calm down...He's injured.
Rama:
...No, they're right. I truly am the worst.
Rama:
Self-protection, embarrassment, fear...As one ages, various things intertwine, and tie you down.
Rama:
This truth is evident from my being summoned as a youth. Back during this time, all I felt for Sita was love.
Rama:
You could say that was my peak condition...Back when that was enough for me.
Nightingale:
...Then you must endure, until you meet your love once again. If you truly love her, you must prove it.
Nightingale:
If not, it would be the same as if you didn't love her. Some things must be said to truly be understood.
Rama:
I understand that. Now, let's hurry. I'm still fine.
Nightingale:
We should hurry, Master.
Elisabeth:
Right. At the very least, this lady Sita needs to give this man a good slap across the face.
Elisabeth:
If it comes down to it, I could even lend her my microphone!
Rama:
Haha, that sounds painful.... Hm? Master, there seems to be enemies about.
Dr. Roman:
That's right. I've detected enemies. They're Celt warriors, but their numbers are few.
Mash:
Understood. Let's go, Master!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
Now, let's hurry onwards. No stops until Alcatraz.
Section 11: The Rock
Mash:
We've arrived. That island over there is Alcatraz Island.
Rama:
It's unexpectedly close. But we still can't exactly swim there.
Mash:
The chance of being noticed by enemy Servants—
Elisabeth:
The island's not that big...Anybody could notice us when we land. No use worrying about that.
Elisabeth:
More importantly, I don't want to swim. Got that?
Fujimaru 1:
Can't swim?
Fujimaru 2:
Sink like a rock?
Elisabeth:
That's not it! I've...never properly swam before, but I'm sure I'd be fine!
Elisabeth:
What I'm trying to say is,I don't want to swim in the ocean.
Elisabeth:
Seawater dries out my skin.
Dr. Roman:
It might be fine for the Servants, but I'm sure it would be hard for our Master Fujimaru.
Dr. Roman:
Currents are swift, and the water is cold. It's an extremely unfit place to swim.
Mash:
We'll try searching for a boat that'll get us across.
Mash:
...Maybe we should ask the old man over there.... Um, excuse me?
Old Man:
Hm?
Mash:
We're looking for a boat to cross over to that island–
Old Man:
...Forget it. There are demons living on that island now.
Mash:
...Demons?
Old Man:
That's right. I know because I'm originally from England. Those were “dragonkin. ”
Mash:
What!?
Old Man:
If you really want to go, I can lend you my boat...But you'd better pay for it if you break it.
Mash:
...There you have it.
Elisabeth:
Dragonkin, huh? That's not too bad, I'm a Dragonkin too. Well, a Demi at that.
Rama:
Wait...You are!?
Elisabeth:
Where did you think my tail and horns came from?
Rama:
That's...I thought you were just into things like that...
Elisabeth:
When you've healed, Sita won't be the only one slapping you!
Mash:
Th-That's enough.
Nightingale:
Dragons waiting at our destination or not, this patient is at his limit.
Nightingale:
We shouldn't be afraid of a fight. We need to go, there's no time to waste.
Mash:
...Right, it'll be fine. We fought more than enough dragonkin in France, after all.
Elisabeth:
There were wyverns everywhere we looked...As a fellow Demi-Dragon, it got old really fast.
Rama:
I see. The journey to save the world sounds like quite the ordeal.
Nightingale:
–Anyway, Master.
Fujimaru 1:
Set sail!
Fujimaru 2:
Let's go!
E：???:
...Hm. One, two, three, four...But one of them seems weakened...Is that one injured?
E：???:
So that really means three. Seriously? ONLY three?
E：???:
I just hope there's enough for everyone to get their fill...
E：???:
Tch...Whatever. All right. Guys, you've got work.
E：???:
You're not just here to live idly and eat humans. Go put yourselves to the test!
G：???:
......
G：???:
—Lord Rama?
Mash:
We're here.
Dr. Roman:
I've already picked up several enemy wyvern responses. Also–
Mash:
A Servant is here.
Dr. Roman:
Right. But the Servant doesn't seem to be moving.
Dr. Roman:
The wyverns seem to be deployed to form a path to the enemy Servant.
Elisabeth:
Which means?
Rama:
...We're likely being tested. He's saying, “I'm right here. Come at me...”
Nightingale:
And if we don't defeat that Servant, we likely won't be able to meet Sita.
Nightingale:
Let's head straight there. Considering the patient's condition, we don't have a moment to lose.
Nightingale:
No need to wait for permission to operate. Cutting straight through!
Mash:
Uh, w-wait! ...Then again, I guess Nightingale isn't exactly the type of person to wait...
Mash:
Let's follow her. There's no mistake that her choice is the fastest option. No sense in overthinking.
Elisabeth:
That's right. It's good when things are easy to understand. Let's charge, full speed ahead!
Mash:
Here they come. Wyverns and Celtic warriors! Master, please give me your orders!
--BATTLE--
Elisabeth:
Whew, piece of cake! Are you still doing okay?
Rama:
...Yes, somewhat. Right now, I'm just worried whether I'll be able to meet Sita again or not.
Elisabeth:
Oh? We're busy fighting for our lives,and you're thinking about your wife?
Rama:
I-I can't fight like this, I can't help it! I'd love to fight if I could!
Elisabeth:
No, I meant the opposite. That's a good thing. I thought you were some playboy prince, but you're actually really nice.
Elisabeth:
Okay, I feel more motivated! Leave these weaklings to me. I'll make sure you see your wife again!
Elisabeth:
But in exchange, you'd better apologize to her properly. Every girl wants to know that someone needs them.
Rama:
Y-Yes...That's right. I just hope I have the chance to apologize...
--ARROW--
Nightingale:
We must push forward and defeat them, for his treatment!
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
...Ugh...
Mash:
Are you okay!?
Rama:
Don't hurt yourself too much for me, Nightingale. I know of shame, and you mentioned something similar earlier.
Rama:
I don't wish for you to be harmed.
Nightingale:
Be quiet. For me, the second most hated thing in this world is an incurable illness.
Nightingale:
What I hate most are patients who don't try to recover.
Rama:
S-Shouldn't it be the opposite?
Nightingale:
No. Incurable diseases will become curable someday.
Nightingale:
Doctors and nurses like myself constantly work towards that goal, racking our minds and building knowledge.
Nightingale:
We must cure illness, even if that means killing people. Disease must be killed, massacred, and exterminated.
Nightingale:
–But to do that, a patient's willpower is imperative.
Nightingale:
Curing a patient who has no will to recover is impossible, for any doctor.
Nightingale:
Medical treatment can only begin when someone has the will to be healed.
Nightingale:
I intend to cure you. I'll cure you so you can act openheartedly.
Nightingale:
I'll cure you so that you may whisper words of love to your wife. I'll cure you—so you can wield your sword and fight.
Nightingale:
But for that, your body, your cells,must have the determination to recover.
Nightingale:
If you lose willpower, muster it up again. Otherwise, I'll kill you myself.
Rama:
...You know, you really are a Berserker!
Nightingale:
You disapprove?
Rama:
Not at all...I got it. I'll recover. I WILL recover. I have the desire to do so.
Rama:
I refuse to die, not until my wish is fulfilled!
Nightingale:
This is the final gate. Please hold out just a little longer.
--ARROW--
Mash:
...A Servant!
E：???:
Hey. Welcome to the Alcatraz Penitentiary. Are you here for imprisonment? An attack? Aiding a jailbreak?
E：???:
Let me know what you want. I'll think about it after I kill you.
Nightingale:
This patient's wife seems to be held here. She's necessary for his recovery, please release her.
E：???:
What, you're here for a meeting? Seriously, you didn't come to fight?
Nightingale:
Of course not. Why would a nurse want to fight? The only things that nurses fight are illness and injury.
E：???:
You're absolutely correct. A nurse who takes lives would be out of their mind.
E：???:
Hmm? That means you're actually not crazy? You're quite the respectable Servant!
Rama:
I must agree with our enemy.
Rama:
This nurse here is a contradictory woman,someone who's crazy yet isn't crazy either.
E：???:
Oh? I thought you were just their luggage, but you can talk? I get it. You're that lady's husband.
E：???:
Unfortunately for you,I have no intention of letting her go.
Nightingale:
–So you are obstructing treatment of an injured man. Obstacles must be eliminated.
Nightingale:
I wish for bloodshed. No, I thirst for it.
Nightingale:
If it means saving a patient,I'll remove all obstacles down to their roots!
E：???:
Heh...Hahahaha! How amusing! So Berserkers come in different varieties too!
Elisabeth:
Ugh...This Servant doesn't make me feel well...I feel it in my horns!
E：???:
I'm sure, young lady! After all, my True Name is Beowulf–the “Dragon Slayer. ”
Dr. Roman:
The famed hero of the oldest English epic poem, Beowulf!
Dr. Roman:
He's a formidable enemy, so don't hold back. Everyone, fight him together!
Beowulf:
Oh, we're starting with a group fight? I see you guys are going all out, I like that!
Mash:
Wha...A dragonkin? It wasn't just wyverns?
Beowulf:
I handpicked this one. A bit of a waste to use in skirmishes, but good enough as a test.
Beowulf:
It's obvious that we're enemies,but there are still codes of conduct to follow.
Beowulf:
I admire those who are strong, even enemies. Fear not death, but extravagance, and never forget honor.
Beowulf:
That's the rule of our world. Well, it just means you need to fight, and prove yourself.
Beowulf:
This world is filled with conflict, and this nation is being swallowed into the mud of war.
Beowulf:
If you have a problem with that, come and fight. Prove that your life is worth living. Prove that you're warriors.
Beowulf:
If you manage that, let's see...I'll at least remember your names!
Beowulf:
What's going on? You don't feel pain, woman? Or, do you have a heart of iron?
Beowulf:
Edison's mechanized soldier is more human than you. You're like steel in human clothes, Berserker!
Nightingale:
I'm often told that. I don't care at all. My body is simply a means to heal patients, after all.
Beowulf:
You're like a puppet just doing what it was built for! Looks like I need to crush you completely to stop you!
Rama:
...Wait. Nightingale, I have a request.
Nightingale:
–You're a patient, please be quiet.
Rama:
No, this is necessary for my treatment.
Nightingale:
...What is it?
Rama:
Put me down.
Nightingale:
...I can't do that.
Rama:
Put me down, for the sake of treatment. If you fall, who will treat me?
Nightingale:
—Can you even fight?
Rama:
Believe in me. A patient and doctor must first trust each other, right?
Nightingale:
...Just one correction. I'm a nurse, not a doctor.
Beowulf:
Huh?
Beowulf:
Hey, I want to fight that living iron puppet lady over there.
Beowulf:
I have no interest in fighting a living corpse. Just go die in a corner or something.
Rama:
...You're right. I'm just a living corpse. However...Listen to me.
Rama:
I have quite the story for you. A sweet deal. You won't lose out.
Beowulf:
Hm? You've come to a prison, and you got a sweet deal? You trying to bribe the jailer or something—
Rama:
—“Brahmastra! ”
Beowulf:
What!?
Beowulf:
You've got a pretty face, but you pull a surprise attack like that? Damn, now that's interesting!
Rama:
Shut up! Stand aside! For getting in the way of love, you could've got it much worse!
Rama:
My wife is waiting for me! I'm not going to be picky about my methods!
Beowulf:
Heh...Haha, of course! That's definitely my bad!
Beowulf:
I tried acting like a big villain, but that was more like some petty underling!
Beowulf:
All right, bring it on, frail boy! If you manage to beat me now, that's a victory for justice!
Beowulf:
Put your life on the line for your woman, and die with honor!
--BATTLE--
Beowulf:
—Tch, I can't even win against a man who's half-dead...I've lost, no matter how anyone looks at it.
Beowulf:
Fine, I surrender. Do whatever you want. I'm not so tasteless as to stand in the way of your love.
Beowulf:
Damn, bringing love affairs onto the battlefield...I'm weak against things like that.
Beowulf:
To be honest, I wanted to wipe you guys out, or be completely wiped out myself...
Beowulf:
Oh, by the way, I didn't lay a finger on the prisoner. She's so dainty, I felt like she'd snap just by touching her.
Nightingale:
That means...you're surrendering from battle?
Beowulf:
That's right. We can talk somewhere else. Just get going, frail boy. Your dainty wife is waiting.
Rama:
Yes...I'll do that!
F：???:
......Lord Rama?
Rama:
Is that you, Sita? I've come for you...I've...come...
F：???:
Lord Rama!
Mash:
Rama, you shouldn't run in your condition...
Rama:
...Ah, damn it. My vision's all blurry. I can't see a thing.
Sita:
I'm right here, Lord Rama.
Rama:
Where...Sita...Where are you?
Rama:
...I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you. I really, really wanted to see you again.
Rama:
You being there for me was all I needed!
Mash:
Rama!
Nightingale:
–We must begin treatment at once.
Nightingale:
I'm sorry, normally we wouldn't conduct medical procedures in such an unsanitary place.
Nightingale:
But you're a Servant, so this is an exception. Feel free to hold his hand, no need for hesitation.
Sita:
...What happened to Lord Rama?
Mash:
I'll explain. You see–
Sita:
My, something like that happened? To think I could ever be of use to Lord Rama...
Mash:
...Um, so who exactly are you?
Sita:
I am “Rama. ”
Mash:
What...What do you mean?
Sita:
Are you familiar with the curse placed on Lord Rama?
Dr. Roman:
If I recall...When he killed the monkey Vali with an ambush from behind, the monkey's wife cast a curse on him.
Sita:
Yes. That curse keeps us apart, even as Heroic Spirits.
Sita:
We can never meet again.
Sita:
When participating in a Holy Grail War as Servants,either he or I get summoned as Rama.
Sita:
We are never summoned simultaneously. Even in Holy Grail Wars, we are fated to never meet again.
Sita:
...Even this unique situation is no different. When he awakens, I will most likely vanish.
Mash:
That can't be...
Sita:
–But it's okay. I'm fine with that. While Lord Rama wasn't able to see me...
Sita:
I was able to be here, and hold his hand. That's...enough for me to be happy.
Elisabeth:
–Are you really okay with that? What about a heartfelt apology? An oath of love, from the bottom of his soul?
Elisabeth:
You don't want something like that? This man betrayed you once before, right?
Sita:
This man fought for 14 years, for my sake.
Sita:
He faced Ravana, even though we had only lived together for a year.
Sita:
He could have forgotten about me, and taken a new wife–but he never did, to the day he died.
Sita:
That's enough. I know his love and passion well enough. That's why we will...continue yearning for each other.
Sita:
Even if it's an impossible wish, we'll continue to believe that it'll come true one day.
Elisabeth:
...I see. It sounds like you had a short, but happy time together.
Nightingale:
The mending is mostly complete,but “something” is nestled inside, interfering.
Mash:
That's likely the curse of Gáe Bolg.
Nightingale:
Even if he recovers from his wound, I doubt he will be able to fight...I am sorry to say.
Sita:
In that case, I shall offer this body.
Nightingale:
What!?
Sita:
I'll dispel the curse with my body. I'll burden myself with the curse, then disappear.
Sita:
Luckily, Rama and I are “one and the same. ” It should be simple to take the curse in his place.
Mash:
P-Please wait! That defeats the purpose of us coming here!
Mash:
Rama was able to come this far...because it was all for you!
Sita:
...Yes. I'm saying, those feelings...are enough to fulfill me.
Sita:
Also, from what you just told me, you need a strong warrior more than anything now. Isn't that right?
Sita:
In that case, my husband...Lord Rama, is the most powerful warrior in this world.
Nightingale:
Very well, I'll transplant the lesion to you. Are you sure this is okay?
Sita:
Yes, please do so.
Nightingale:
–I never married in my lifetime. However, I still understand your feelings of wanting to help another.
Nightingale:
Though only a short while, it was an honor to speak with you. Farewell, Mrs. Sita.
Sita:
Yes.
Sita:
Lord Rama...Rama. I can take just a small portion of your burden.
Sita:
...I can aid your fight, even if it's only for a little. But that's more than enough to make me happy.
Sita:
I love you...I really, really do love you.
Nightingale:
–Mr. Rama. Mr. Rama! Can you hear my voice? Should I fire a gun next to your ear?
Mash:
Please don't do that...
Rama:
......
Rama:
......Ah, she is gone.
Nightingale:
–Yes, to cure you.
Rama:
I see...I thought she might do that, considering how abnormal this Holy Grail War is.
Rama:
So this is also destiny, I suppose.
Nightingale:
She held your hand, and kissed you. She offered you her tears, and her love.
Nightingale:
That's why you're standing here, alive.
Rama:
–Thank you, Nightingale. Those words alone give me salvation.
Nightingale:
There's no need for a thank you. This is what gives my life meaning, after all.
Rama:
Nightingale, Mash, Elisabeth, Dr. Roman...and Master.
Rama:
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I, Rama, Saber class and king of Kosala...
Rama:
...hereby renew my oath. Fujimaru, I am your Servant.
Fujimaru 1:
Ready to fight?
Rama:
...My body does not falter. I'm fully prepared for battle.
Rama:
And...this time, I shall emerge victorious over Cú Chulainn. I swear it. I shall not be defeated again.
Mash:
...This completes our team's mission. We should hurry to the East.
Nightingale:
It's finally time to begin treating the root cause. Let's put our skills to the test.
Elisabeth:
Hey, what exactly is the treatment?
Nightingale:
We shall purge the Celtic warriors. Completely.
Elisabeth:
Wonderful. Truly the most exciting treatment.
Section 12: Sympathy for the Soldier
Geronimo:
...How'd it go?
Robin Hood:
I'm done scouting. Geez. I'm really overusing “No Face May King. ”
Nero Bride:
We can't help it. If I went scouting, it would cause a huge uproar.
Robin Hood:
I guess that's true! But anyway...
Robin Hood:
It seems like they intend to hold a large-scale parade along this major street.
Billy:
A parade? Why would they do that?
Robin Hood:
That I don't know.
Robin Hood:
Still, that's definitely what those Celts are preparing.
Nero Bride:
A parade...How outrageous! No, enviable!
Robin Hood:
Isn't that the opposite!?
Nero Bride:
Archer. What a sad man...Have you never held a parade?
Robin Hood:
Why would I? I'm just a regular guy.
Nero Bride:
Parades are great...All the people shouting my name, the orderly troops marching along in perfect step.
Nero Bride:
One wave of the hand, and I'm showered with “Wonderful! ” “Superb! ” “Hurray! ” “Lady Nero, sleep with me! ”
Nero Bride:
Umu, now I want to hold a parade, too.
Geronimo:
...I see. That sounds like an exciting time for anyone. Let's take out the target at the parade.
Billy:
Target who, exactly?
Geronimo:
The Servant with the highest honors held at the parade...Although it might not be a Servant.
Nero Bride:
Billy. At a parade, the person of highest influence must also stand out the most.
Nero Bride:
That's the whole point of the event. But that also makes it a good opportunity for assassination.
Billy:
Hmm, it's not easy being a show-off.
Geronimo:
Robin, did you notice any Servants lurking about?
Robin Hood:
I sensed two. If there were any others, they weren't within my detection range.
Robin Hood:
The two there are surrounded by Celtic warriors.
Geronimo:
So most of the Servants are absent...
Billy:
But we don't know for sure. They could have just been outside of Robin's range.
Billy:
There's always the possibility of an ambush.
Robin Hood:
I'm an Archer. My Servant detection range is pretty far, you know?
Robin Hood:
Then again, Servants can indeed close in from outside detection range in an instant...
Billy:
–What should we do, Geronimo?
Geronimo:
...We have to do it. This is undoubtedly a golden opportunity.
Geronimo:
We didn't have to fight on the way here at all. Meanwhile, Mash and company made a bold move out in the West.
Geronimo:
I'm sure the enemy is already aware of our actions.
Geronimo:
They might feel that something is up, but they surely don't think we have this many Servants lined up.
Nero Bride:
Yes. So what should we do?
Geronimo:
Nero, what kind of Noble Phantasm do you have?
Nero Bride:
Hm? My Noble Phantasm? My Noble Phantasm is—
Geronimo:
I see. Then we'll use that. There's no need to hold back on using Noble Phantasms. We'll end things here.
Nero Bride:
Umu! This is a great stage for our big moment!
Robin Hood:
Understood. Let's end this quickly, and make our escape.
Billy:
Yeah, let's do our best!
Geronimo:
–Then let's follow the plan.
Robin Hood:
I'll use “No Face May King” to disappear and get close...Make way for the Faceless King!
Geronimo:
That woman's standing above the Celtic warriors– I see, she's the queen!
Medb:
Everyone! Thank you so much for coming here to see me, Medb!
Medb:
This nation belongs to the Eternal King!
Medb:
A nation of Cú and myself, made by Cú and myself, for Cú and myself!
Medb:
Be honored that you serve us 24 hours a day. Rejoice that you are our subordinates 24 hours a day.
Medb:
Justice, honor, and glory all belong to us!
Geronimo:
–Robin!
Robin Hood:
Got it. Removing “No Face May King”! Go, Saber!
Nero Bride:
Yes, leave it to me!
Medb:
Hm?
Nero Bride:
Queen Medb! You may look cute, but your reign comes to an end now!
Nero Bride:
Sunlight of spring, dancing flowers! The winds of May that brush your cheeks! The blessed bells that ring all the way beyond stella!
Nero Bride:
Open, Nuptiae Domus Aurea!
Medb:
Could this be...a Reality Marble!? No, this is different. This is Magecraft! Unwavering, unhesitant Magecraft!
Medb:
It's so beautiful! I want this Noble Phantasm!
Nero Bride:
This Noble Phantasm is beyond you, but we have a great banquet for you tonight! Brace yourself!
Geronimo:
Queen of Connacht, Medb! Sorry, but we'll be taking your head!
Billy:
–Here goes!
Medb:
Oh my, so many! And because of this barrier, my warriors are weakened, too!
Medb:
This is bad! I'm in big trouble! Big, big trouble!
Medb:
Save me, my king!
Nero Bride:
Bring on your so-called king!
Geronimo:
This is the moment of truth. Put some spirit into this!
Billy:
Wait. I've got a bad feeling!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Haaaaah!
Nero Bride:
Ugh...He has this much strength inside my Golden Theater!?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
A bold plan, but a failure. You should have targeted me, not Medb.
Geronimo:
Child of Light, Cú Chulainn! Still in that ominous form, I see.
Geronimo:
It seems you're the holder of the Holy Grail!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Huh? I don't care about the Grail. I gave that thing to Medb.
Geronimo:
Then what's this strength!? You're within Nero's Bounded Field!
Medb:
I wished for it!
Geronimo:
What!?
Medb:
I wished for Cú to “become a king”! A strong and wicked king, who could stand equal to me!
Geronimo:
–I see. If it's a wish upon the Grail, it's no wonder he can surpass this Bounded Field...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That doesn't matter. All I sought was this situation. I decided to reign supreme as “king,” and fight with all my might.
Nero Bride:
...Oh? So you're a “king”? Let me ask you as an emperor. How do you intend to take the right of leadership?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll fight, kill, and conquer. That's all.
Nero Bride:
...Is that really all?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'm not the type to rule through wisdom. Besides, everyone living on this land is a warrior.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll take everything, kill everyone, and dominate everywhere...Then, when there's nothing left– I will return to the void.
Nero Bride:
What...In that case, you're no different from a mindless beast!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
And what's wrong with that? We were born into an era that's neither dream nor reality.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
If everything's an illusion to begin with, we should all vanish without building anything, no?
Nero Bride:
So you would deny prosperity...You are not fit to be a king!
Medb:
Oh, but he is.
Medb:
The qualification to be king is absolute strength. Enough to declare domination and create a nation alone.
Medb:
That alone is enough for people to follow. Everything else can be handled by others.
Medb:
I mean, mankind is enslaved by strength. The weak will cling to the strong as long as they get to pick up the leftover glory.
Medb:
That's just the way of the world. Aren't you the same?
Nero Bride:
Hah. I like lions, but mad dogs aren't my cup of tea. When it comes down to it, you're just another dog, a bitch, who seduced a lion.
Medb:
That's fine. I don't mind being a bitch. I don't mind at all.
Medb:
I mean, I fell in love. What am I supposed to do? That's right...Ever since the day I failed to take Ulster!
Medb:
A warrior who wouldn't become mine,a man who didn't heed to my will.
Medb:
A great hero who protected his nation alone,who boasted to none, and ended his life with a smile!
Medb:
As far as I know, Cú Chulainn is stronger than anyone or anything, and I've always loved him!
Nero Bride:
I see. Then watch as the man you love falls!
Nero Bride:
Here I go!
Geronimo:
We're right behind you!
Billy:
Got it! ...Wait, are you kidding me?
Robin Hood:
A Servant...
Medb:
–To be perfectly honest, I thought Cú would be more than enough here.
Medb:
But I figured I'd have one more as backup, just in case. I'm so smart!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Medb:
Oh dear. Don't look at me like that, Cú. This doesn't mean that I don't trust you, okay?
Medb:
But sometimes there's strength in numbers, you know? Like right now.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...I'll handle that woman. Take care of the other weaklings.
Medb:
Excited?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
No. This is a matter of principle. If she calls herself an emperor, then it's my duty as a king to crush her.
Medb:
Okay♪ Then go right ahead and handle the others, Arjuna!
Geronimo:
Did she say...Arjuna!?
Nero Bride:
What!?
Geronimo:
Arjuna, the eternal archenemy of Karna?
Geronimo:
This is the worst...To think that they have something like that hidden up their sleeve! I underestimated them!
Arjuna:
...I have no intention of making you suffer. Please let me finish my duty quickly.
Billy:
What should we do, Geronimo?
Geronimo:
–Robin!
Robin Hood:
What!?
Geronimo:
Take the communicator.
Geronimo:
Use “No Face May King” and get out of here. We'll buy you some time.
Robin Hood:
!!!
Nero Bride:
What are you doing, Archer!? Go!
Nero Bride:
Unfortunately, I can't leave this place. I cannot afford to leave!
Nero Bride:
I need to teach this man a thing or two about how to conduct oneself as a king!
Nero Bride:
–Listen well. You must live, and meet up with Fujimaru. We haven't been defeated yet.
Nero Bride:
Just go! Then return to this land with the song of victory!
Robin Hood:
...That's a tough order, but I got it. I'll be getting out of here first, Your Majesty.
Nero Bride:
Yes, that's more like it, Hunter of the Forest. I'm counting on you.
Nero Bride:
Now then— Sorry to keep you waiting, Cú Chulainn.
Nero Bride:
So, thorny man. I think you're overdoing it a bit with that imposing look.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You're right, but give me a break. This is me holding it back as much as I can.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Got that, girl? If you intend to win,you've got to settle things before it bursts open.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Now, why don't you show me how a king is supposed to act?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I have no intention of learning, though. Stuff like that isn't tasty.
Nero Bride:
Umu. It's not tasty, but it's meaningful. King of Beasts, I'll beat some humanity into you!
Mash:
There seem to be some survivors left. We should eliminate them as soon as possible.
Elisabeth:
Right. Once we're done with this assassination,I need to have that singing match with Saber, after all.
Rama:
I-I see...I hope that works out for you...
--BATTLE--
Mash:
Now, let's leave this island.
Dr. Roman:
Wait! Enemy signals detected–Servants closing in!
Dr. Roman:
These are...the first enemy Servants you met!
Mash:
The first enemy Servants...Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne!
Fionn:
Hey there, Lady Mash. Do you remember my promise from before?
Mash:
...Oh, that...
Fionn:
Yes, I'm serious this time. That is, if you manage to survive your defeat!
Fionn:
You'll be mine. In other words, I want you as my bride.
Elisabeth:
A proposal? That was a marriage proposal just now! Mash, you're unexpectedly popular!
Mash:
No. I already declined...Or rather, considering the situation, it's out of the question...
Diarmuid:
Now, don't say that. We've been moved by your tremendous courage, Lady Mash.
Fionn:
Hm, Diarmuid can't stand women, and even he's interested! Hehehe, are you sweeping her off her feet right before my eyes again?
Diarmuid:
I-I wouldn't do something like that...I'm not even thinking about it!
Diarmuid:
I just, I simply admire Lady Mash for her unwavering courage, that's all...
Fionn:
Hahaha, I'm joking. I took it too far. Don't worry about it.
Fionn:
I should be the one begging for forgiveness, after all. Yes, I really can't do anything about this personality of mine.
Fionn:
However, that's enough. I'll stop joking around. I'll let go of all the grudges I had in life. That's because—
Fionn:
Young warrior, we are here to fight side by side. There is no greater joy than that on this earth.
Diarmuid:
!!! Of course. That's most certain, my king!
Fionn:
–We can make up for their numbers with our own. Beowulf, what say you?
Beowulf:
...Huh? I don't feel like it. I'm going back east.
Beowulf:
Besides, I didn't take on this job because I wanted to.
Fionn:
I see. Do as you please. Very well...We'll fight this one by ourselves.
Dr. Roman:
...Here they come! A large army of Celtic warriors!
Fionn:
Well, didn't you resurrect a mighty Servant who could stand up to this army?
Rama:
...That's right! Master, there's no need to worry.
Rama:
My Noble Phantasm is a divine blade, bestowed by Brahma. Sheer numbers are no match for me!
Rama:
Not to mention, I am now one with Sita!
Rama:
If you seek to defeat me, bring a million soldiers and their leader with ten heads and twenty arms to face me!
--BATTLE--
Rama:
This is nothing!! Hahaha! I feel great today, I could face another 10,000 opponents!
Elisabeth:
Wow, you're doing really well there, prince. I won't lose either!
Elisabeth:
Get to work, ghosts of Csejte. Now, I'll charm you with this hit song of mine!
--BATTLE--
Diarmuid:
Wait, wait, wait! You're a Servant, but you're also a nurse, right?
Nightingale:
Yes, I'm a nurse. That's why I intend to kill you.
Diarmuid:
That's some strange reasoning! Tch...That didn't work!
Nightingale:
How is it strange? You're like patients, delirious with a fever.
Nightingale:
If I don't cure it, you won't be saved! That's why I intend to save you, even if I have to kill you!
Diarmuid:
Mm...Your reasoning is absurd, but your beliefs are real. I take back what I said earlier.
Diarmuid:
Your attempts to save others are noble. But I still serve my king.
Diarmuid:
As long as I am alive, I will die for his life! Bring it!
Nightingale:
As long as you are alive...Is that so? Well then, allow me to relieve you of your royal duties!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
We have you now,Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid Ua Duibhne!
Fionn:
Very well. It's finally time to settle this! Will we get married or not? Let's begin the fight!
Diarmuid:
My King, please don't let your guard down on account of your bride's beauty. She is already a powerful foe. Please give up this talk of marriage.
Fionn:
Hahahaha! A shame, but of course, Diarmuid! Did you think we could defeat them whilst holding back?
Diarmuid:
No, not at all.
Fionn:
Right? Heh heh, as long as we're Servants...we can't escape from this desire.
Fionn:
To battle the strong. To carve away at life and soul.
Fionn:
That's why the Holy Grail War continues! ...Thinking of it that way, our king is quite an exception.
Fionn:
He's no doubt the most powerful warrior, so I can't believe he doesn't feel any joy!
Mash:
...He feels no joy?
Fionn:
Heh. Go meet him if you want to know more. Although he shows no mercy to his enemies!
Diarmuid:
That's enough idle chat.
Diarmuid:
I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne–the first spear of the Knights of Fianna! Here I come!
Fionn:
Yes, agreed! I am Fionn mac Cumhaill, captain of the Knights of Fianna! To battle!
--BATTLE--
Fionn:
Ugh...
Diarmuid:
My king! ...Guh, I can't go on...
Fionn:
Haha...Well, it can't be helped. I fought plenty, I've had my fill.
Fionn:
Diarmuid, I'm quite satisfied. But are you still not content?
Diarmuid:
...Yes. I thought victory would be ours this time.
Fionn:
–Well, to be honest. I didn't care if we won or lost this time.
Fionn:
When I was alive, I became more and more tainted.
Fionn:
The glimmer in my eyes wallowed within politics. The treasure, power, and duty I won tied me down more and more.
Fionn:
It was painful. So painful, yet I couldn't let it go.
Fionn:
–I fear that's why I envied you so much,as you were trying to die for your love.
Diarmuid:
My king...You...
Fionn:
We fought together. In a pure yet avaricious pursuit of victory.
Fionn:
I'm satisfied...Although to be honest, it's regrettable that I couldn't take Lady Mash as my own...
Mash:
...I'm very sorry. I can't accept your request.
Fionn:
Yes, I've been rejected! Now I shall pass on...Without regretfully clinging onto this world.
Fionn:
Would you accompany me, Diarmuid?
Diarmuid:
Yes, sir!
Fionn:
As for you, Berserker. Do you not seek to heal your own wounds?
Nightingale:
That's not necessary. I have neither the time nor the means to heal myself.
Nightingale:
My heart is torn to pieces by the simple existence of patients, after all.
Nightingale:
That's why...If I was to be healed, it would be when there are no more patients in the world.
Nightingale:
Until then, I will bear any wound as compensation.
Fionn:
I see. You are broken, yet beautiful. Your conviction is like a dazzling jewel.
Fionn:
Next time I'm summoned, I'd like to aid your cause. What do you think, making passes at my next bridal candidate?
Diarmuid:
What is there to say? It's very like you to do so, my king.
Fionn:
Yes, very well! It was worthwhile being summoned,if only because I was able to live youthfully until death!
Fionn:
Farewell, defenders of order! Let us meet again, if fate allows!
Mash:
–Confirmed elimination of Spirit Origins.
Mash:
...Light and cheerful to the very end...Quite the pleasant pair.
Rama:
But considering how they gathered such a large force here, the assassination by the others must have gone well...Right?
Mash:
–We've received a transmission. Huh? It's not Geronimo, but Robin Hood?
Mash:
I'll switch to open transmission.
Robin Hood:
–Sorry. We screwed up.
Mash:
!!! Tell us what happened, Robin!
Robin Hood:
Old Man Geronimo, Billy, and Saber...Nero. They're probably all gone.
Elisabeth:
—What? Hey, what are you talking about?
Robin Hood:
I'm heading to an abandoned Western United States base. Do you know the coordinates? I might need you to come right away.
Mash:
...Understood.
Fujimaru 1:
...
Fujimaru 2:
What happened?
Fou:
Fou...
Mash:
...I don't know. Doctor, do you know the location Robin specified?
Dr. Roman:
Y-Yeah. Of course. Obtaining communicator coordinates–code received.
Dr. Roman:
I'll send you the shortest route to the destination. Head over there right away.
Elisabeth:
...You're kidding. That was a lie, right? He was just joking with us, right?
Section 13: Over the Rainbow
Geronimo:
Oh spirits that walk this earth. By the True Name of ■■■■■, lend me your power.
Geronimo:
Unleashing Noble Phantasm– “Tsago Degi Naleya! ”
Arjuna:
–Howl. “Agni Gandiva! ”
Geronimo:
My spirits, destroyed with a single blow. As expected from the strongest hero of India!
Geronimo:
But I don't understand. You possess such power, yet why?
Arjuna:
...I have my reasons.
Geronimo:
Ugh...
Billy:
–Take this!
Arjuna:
!!!
Billy:
...You can even repel bullets!?
Arjuna:
The fact that a modern weapon like that can harm me is praiseworthy enough.
Billy:
Well, thank you...
Geronimo:
Mmph!
Arjuna:
–However, it won't reach me. I'm sorry, but I'll settle this now.
Geronimo:
Ugh...
Billy:
Ah...Sorry...Geronimo...
Billy:
Dammit, I wish I had been a little more useful...
Arjuna:
...This is the end.
Geronimo:
Arjuna...You're decent. You still have a sound mind...
Geronimo:
Why did you join them?
Medb:
Hehehehehe! You can't answer them, can you Arjuna?
Geronimo:
...Queen Medb. To think you'd serve Cú Chulainn.
Medb:
Of course I would. I mean,Cú decided for himself to become king.
Medb:
Not out of righteousness, or nobility, or even ambition. He just wanted to heighten himself.
Medb:
The ones you sent to Alcatraz will be finished off by Beowulf, Fionn, and Diarmuid.
Medb:
Well, even if they fail to, that's not a problem. Your defeat is already certain.
Medb:
So long as we have the Holy Grail,this world will persistently continue to reincarnate.
Medb:
All that's left is to destroy Edison's army. That's easy.
Geronimo:
–Ah, I see. So you don't actually know yet.
Medb:
...Don't know what?
Geronimo:
It seems you think you're some sort of chosen one, who obtained absolute power–
Geronimo:
But actually, you're just one out of seven.
Geronimo:
Indeed, the fact you obtained the Grail is proof of your greatness.
Geronimo:
However, while it is rare, it is not the “only one. ”If anyone has the “only one,” it's us.
Geronimo:
They have already recovered four Holy Grails.
Medb:
!!!
Geronimo:
That is why. Even if we fall here...others will take our place.
Medb:
...I see. But none of you have a chance against our king. A Mad King and a War King, Cú stands at the pinnacle of power.
Geronimo:
As a shaman, let me make a prediction for you. Be glad, you'll die happy. Unfortunately, it'll be real soon.
Medb:
–Hmph.
Medb:
Arjuna. Go and chase down the Servant who escaped.
Arjuna:
...Understood.
Medb:
Now, Cú. Do you want me to help?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
No, it'll be over soon.
Nero Bride:
Ugh...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You can't maintain the Bounded Field anymore...This is the end.
Nero Bride:
...Yes. With so many parts of the theater destroyed, I have no choice but to yield.
Nero Bride:
However, I'd like to ask one thing. Consider it a final tribute to the defeated.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–What?
Nero Bride:
It's fine to hone your strength and become a king. Even if the rule you impose is tyrannical.
Nero Bride:
However...How can you act without raising one eyebrow?
Nero Bride:
...I'm not trying to cast doubt on your conscience. You're not enjoying this in the first place.
Nero Bride:
You're neither a king rewarded by the smiles of your people, nor one striving for your dream.
Nero Bride:
What exactly do you seek, then?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I seek nothing. I don't need rewards. I don't even hope for a place to rest at my destination.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
This is how I am. I merely charge forward until exhausted.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You could say, if anything,wherever my corpse lies is my destination.
Nero Bride:
...How absurd. You've decided to live as a king,yet you have no interest in gaining anything as a king.
Nero Bride:
You are mistaken. Those contradict each other. The only path for you is to abandon one or the other, Cú Chulainn!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I see. But in reality, as you see here, I'm the victor and you're the vanquished.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Now die, Emperor of Rome.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–It matters not if I'm torn to pieces. “Gáe Bolg! ”
Nero Bride:
Ugh...How disappointing...It seems my performance ends here—
Cú Chulainn Alter:
What a pleasant feeling. That pierced not just your heart, but also all your other organs too.
Nero Bride:
...I'm sorry, Lancer. I wanted to...Sing together with you...
Medb:
I see it's over. Now, all that's left is that Servant named Robin.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You make it sound like there's a survivor. Press the attack and crush them.
Medb:
Yup!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
!!!
Medb:
Cú?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Over there.
Mash:
This is the designated place.... Master!
Rama:
Hm, Robin Hood's fighting. All right, let's head over quickly!
Robin Hood:
Sorry, I ended up running into them along the way!
--BATTLE--
Elisabeth:
H-Hey! So what exactly happened out there!?
Robin Hood:
Well...Here's the gist of it...
Robin Hood:
...That's about it.
Mash:
Geronimo, Billy, and even Nero...
Elisabeth:
...That idiot...We finally got to be summoned in the same era by some miracle...
Elisabeth:
...Sorry, I'll be over there for a while.
Rama:
Sure...
Dr. Roman:
Still, it's impressive that you managed to escape such a situation. Did you use some sort of trick?
Robin Hood:
I would never have managed to pull it off alone. There was a Servant who lent me a hand.
Mash:
A hand?
Robin Hood:
Tch...So persistent!
Arjuna:
That goes for us both. I'm sorry, but I must shoot you down.
Arjuna:
Your bow isn't graceful enough. As a fellow Archer, allow me to teach you a few things.
Robin Hood:
Ugh!
Arjuna:
Hm!?
D：???:
–Weak, so weak.
D：???:
You're well-trained, but you don't put any heart into your attacks. You're like a child throwing sticks.
Arjuna:
...Who are you? I pride myself in putting my full might behind that attack.
D：???:
I have no obligation to answer. Just remember me as a god-slayer who happened to pass by.
D：???:
I've decided to allow that boy to escape with his life. Now withdraw, youngster who was merely adored by gods.
Arjuna:
...Being told that doesn't compel me to withdraw.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–No, stand down, Arjuna. That woman is too much even for you to handle.
Arjuna:
...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'm telling you, you're in the way. If you're around, you're just going to get hurt.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Or what? Are you trying to hold me back? Does that mean you're a traitor, too?
Arjuna:
...Understood.
D：???:
Good, good. Listening to others is a good thing. A good child, unlike you, Sétanta.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Quit calling me by my childhood name. What a headache. To think even you were summoned here.
D：???:
Those are my lines, fool. That's not how you speak to your mentor.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
But I've always been like this.... So? Are you my enemy?
D：???:
Why yes. You know how it goes...
D：???:
If you see a rabid dog in your favorite flower garden, you wouldn't just sit around reading, would you?
D：???:
I can't bear to see the fool you've become. Though a fool, you're still my student. I should behead you out of mercy.
D：???:
Now, answer me, Cú Chulainn. What has possessed you?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
......
D：???:
No need to answer, huh?
D：???:
In that case, the only thing left for us to do is fight to the death...However, it seems the circumstances won't allow us to.
D：???:
I must allow that pale...boy in green to escape. You have that burden named Medb behind you.
D：???:
If we fight, things won't end well for either of them. So what'll it be, O king who gained a queen?
D：???:
Lose everything here, and promptly lighten your burden?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You must be joking. Knowing you, you'd take Medb out the second we start this fight.
D：???:
Of course. I can't stand that woman. So I might just impale her with the best thrust of my life.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
We won't fight here. I'll let that Archer go.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Now you will get out of my sight, too. Come back again when everyone has died off, so no one can stand in our way.
D：???:
Very well, that would be my duty anyway. When you no longer have a way to die, I'll kill you with a smile.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...A shield rune to escape from the battlefield, huh?
Medb:
Not going after them?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
She's not someone who'd go down so easily. She can handle even a thousand spears I throw her way.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I can't win unless I'm ready to die. When I fight her again, it will be when there's no one left to kill.
Dr. Roman:
Robin, the woman who you said saved you...If she's Cú Chulainn's mentor, then she...
???:
I'm right here. Is this some sort of far-seeing spell? I can't say it's in good taste. Poor disposition, too.
Dr. Roman:
N-Nice to meet you, too...
???:
I should introduce myself. My name is Scáthach. Although I'm sure some of you already realized that.
Mash:
Scáthach! Mentor of Cú Chulainn, and guardian of the Land of Shadows!
Scáthach:
–Yes, that's right. Oh, needless to say, I'm different from the other Celtic Servants.
Scáthach:
...Perhaps it's because I am a special being beyond human, that Grail cannot rule over me.
Scáthach:
The reason I materialized as a Heroic Spirit is a special one, too. All of humanity was incinerated, as was my realm.
Scáthach:
And so, being “dead,” I was summoned here. In a proper version of history, I wouldn't even be able to talk to the living.
Scáthach:
From that perspective, I'm glad about the current incident in a way, but...No, there's nothing to be glad about.
Scáthach:
My student was already foolish enough, but now I see him in an even more unsightly, idiotic form.
Scáthach:
I came here to put a collar on him and take him back, but it seems there's something on his mind as well.
Scáthach:
I considered putting an end to everything, including this era, but then I saw you.
Scáthach:
This war isn't something that Heroic Spirits should settle. It must be solved by human hands.
Scáthach:
That Archer, a part of the cause, was in a dilemma. I couldn't bear not to lend aid.
Fujimaru 1:
I see...
Fujimaru 2:
Thank you.
Scáthach:
Yes, you seem rather ordinary, but...There is strength in your eyes. A good Master, isn't that right, Mash?
Mash:
Yes, thank you very much. I'm proud of my Master.
Mash:
Anyway, Scáthach. Would you fight alongside us?
Scáthach:
That'd be difficult. I can lend a hand, but I can't join you.
Scáthach:
As I said before, I don't have the means of repairing this era. All I can do is kill.
Scáthach:
Also...I doubt I could win against THAT Cú Chulainn.
Dr. Roman:
Wh-What!? You're Cú Chulainn's mentor. And even you can't win...
Scáthach:
I'm shocked myself. Nothing can be more irritating.
Scáthach:
That is the Cú Chulainn I know,and at the same time he isn't.
Scáthach:
It's likely because of Medb's wish upon the Grail. She wanted the fool to become a wicked king rivaling herself.
Scáthach:
As a result, a cursed warrior with nothing but the power to become a king was born.
Scáthach:
A Fanged God, or a Mad King, covered from head to toe in spines of death. That is the current Cú Chulainn.
Nightingale:
Pitiful.
Scáthach:
Most pitiful. That thing is painful. The fool felt even one thorn unmanageable, so he must be out of his mind with a thousand.
Scáthach:
But by paying such a price, he has surpassed me. They say an idiot without hesitation is strong, yes?
Nightingale:
That isn't strength. It's simply confining one's life inside a cage.
Nightingale:
That's called failure. Dreams that don't reach outside are nothing but delusions.
Scáthach:
Indeed. Either way, this isn't just a matter of defeating Cú Chulainn alone.
Scáthach:
Considering overall damage, Queen Medb has priority. The Holy Grail must be taken from that woman.
Scáthach:
Oh, don't expect much from me. I'd destroy the Holy Grail along with Medb, but that puts you back at square one.
Dr. Roman:
You're right...If the Grail is destroyed, repairing the Foundation of Humanity would be difficult.
Dr. Roman:
That would be a huge time loss for us. If possible, we need to recover the Grail intact.
Dr. Roman:
Let's consider Lady Scáthach to be our last resort. I want you guys to try defeating Medb by yourselves.
Mash:
Medb...The legendary queen of the Celts.
Scáthach:
Yes. She's a woman who is honest about her own desires. She's just engrossed in taking over a nation at the moment.
Scáthach:
That woman, along with Cú Chulainn...Those two alone are enough to take any nation.
Scáthach:
Yet they also have Arjuna. And...I suppose Beowulf is still alive as well.
Scáthach:
He's rather capricious, so we have no idea what he would do. But it's certain that he would side with the enemy.
Mash:
???Doesn't it seem a bit noisy around us?
Elisabeth:
...Hey! They're coming to attack us. What should we do?
Fujimaru 1:
Intercept them.
Fujimaru 2:
Hold our ground.
Elisabeth:
...Yes. I'm super angry right now. I'll strangle them all myself!
Mash:
W-We should go, too. We must retain this camp as the front line for the West!
Scáthach:
Wyverns, huh...They'll be difficult for those machines to handle.
Scáthach:
Fujimaru, come with me. I'd like to see your talents.
Scáthach:
I don't see any Servants with them. Overcome this situation first.
Fujimaru 1:
I'll try.
Fujimaru 2:
Got it.
Scáthach:
Yes, good answer. Now on your way!
--BATTLE--
Scáthach:
Not bad, but how about the next ones?
Scáthach:
Wyverns and Chimeras? Curse you, Medb, summoning things like this.
Scáthach:
Land and air.
Scáthach:
Servants must understand their own roles and the Master must provide appropriate commands to kill those off.
Scáthach:
Trouble won't be tolerated. Now go!
--BATTLE--
Scáthach:
Next are high ranking warriors among the Celts. Although they've given up their humanity.
Scáthach:
They're as swift and strong as Servants. But if you have trouble here, you'll never reach Cú Chulainn.
Scáthach:
Know your Servants, and use them well. Don't disappoint me, understand?
--BATTLE--
Scáthach:
Hm...Shadow Servants have appeared. That Medb seems to understand how to use the Holy Grail.
Scáthach:
These are wraiths that couldn't become Servants. They are one step shy of becoming heroes.
Scáthach:
Or they are Heroic Spirits that became shadows due to the summoners' lack of ability, improper summoning circles, etc.
Scáthach:
Thus, you could say they're beings closest to Servants. Make sure to defeat them. Humans stand no chance against them.
Mash:
...What?
Scáthach:
...Hm?
C：???:
—Haaah!
Elisabeth:
Wh-What's that!? The black things are disappearing one after another!
Rama:
...A Servant. However, not a Celtic one. He seems to be from near my country...Chinese perhaps?
Mash:
He doesn't look like an enemy. But...is he...an ally?
Scáthach:
–Regardless, his technique is quite impressive.
Scáthach:
Abilities like that are impossible without both innate talent and hellish training to forge one's body.
Scáthach:
...Excellent. Most excellent. It makes me itch for a good fight.
Scáthach:
You there! What is your name!?
C：???:
Lancer, Li Shuwen! Well met, Servant of twin spears!
Li Shuwen:
A storm has been raging within me ever since I caught sight of you. It will not subside until I defeat you. Accept my challenge!
Scáthach:
–Oh? You challenge me?
Li Shuwen:
Naturally. I know the reason why I was summoned.
Li Shuwen:
Still...I can't help it. I'm filled with selfishness, after all.
Li Shuwen:
I must try and see if my spear can reach the gods.
Rama:
This man is like a famished tiger, or a starving wolf...
Scáthach:
...What a great potential playthi– Ahem...I mean, talent worth training.
Scáthach:
Lancer, Li Shuwen. If this was the Land of Shadows, I'd train you right away.
Scáthach:
However, I belong to Fujimaru's cause already. Thus, things must be done in order.
Scáthach:
First fight Mash, and win. If you do, I, Scáthach, shall face you directly.
Scáthach:
However, if defeated, you must be gone immediately.
Li Shuwen:
...I see, I understand. Very well, Mash. I hereby challenge you to a duel.
Mash:
But...I don't have any reason to fight.
Li Shuwen:
I am confronting you. Is that not reason enough?
Li Shuwen:
If that's still insufficient, then consider me as a Servant sided with the Celts.
Mash:
Master...
Fujimaru 1:
We have to fight.
Fujimaru 2:
He's an enemy.
Li Shuwen:
Yes, I see your Master has good judgment. That's right, I am your enemy. That should be beyond a doubt.
Li Shuwen:
If you don't treat me as such–you'll die.
Mash:
I understand...Master! Please provide your orders!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
H-He is...really strong!
Li Shuwen:
No, that's my line. To think you'd stand so well against me...
Li Shuwen:
If we were to fight seriously, to the death,I have no idea which way the scales would tip...
Li Shuwen:
Scáthach, I'd like to rescind my previous request.
Scáthach:
Oh, is that okay?
Li Shuwen:
All of you perhaps stand a chance against those Celts.
Li Shuwen:
I may be a scoundrel detached from society, but even I don't enjoy watching the world fall to ruin.
Li Shuwen:
You who's not human...Protect this world with that shield of yours.
Mash:
...I will.
Li Shuwen:
Now then, Scáthach. I have a request. Regardless of whether this world is saved or not–
Li Shuwen:
Would you face me at the end?
Scáthach:
...Very well. That is, if I survive until the time comes.
Li Shuwen:
You don't seem like one who would die so easily.... Oh right, I have one more thing to tell you.
Li Shuwen:
This is simply my inference, but it seems the King of Inventions is possessed by something.
Li Shuwen:
Perhaps a good whack in the head will wake him up from his endless dream.
Mash:
Um...Li Shuwen? Would you care to fight alongside us—
Li Shuwen:
I'm sorry. I can't say with confidence that I wouldn't attack you if I continued to be around you.
Li Shuwen:
If I was in my older body, I may have withered and settled down a bit. But I can't help it, as I was summoned in my physical prime.
Li Shuwen:
Why, fate allowing, we may yet fight alongside each other. Farewell.
Mash:
And he's gone.
Dr. Roman:
As expected of Li Shuwen in his prime. So rough, he's like a knife that cuts you just by touching it...
Nightingale:
...Master, if I may, I believe I should go and see the patient.
Fujimaru 1:
What patient?
Fujimaru 2:
Who's that?
Nightingale:
–Edison, King of Inventions.
Nightingale:
According to what that Servant said,he is supposedly possessed by something.
Nightingale:
...I agree with his opinion.
Nightingale:
Even considering my knowledge as a Servant, that being is too foreign in nature to say he's Edison, King of Inventions.
Nightingale:
In that case, it must be an illness. We should meet with him again.
Dr. Roman:
Things are starting to sound crazy again...He captured you before, yet you want to meet him again?
Rama:
I believe so, too. However–
Nightingale:
What are you saying? There are many infected areas. In situations like this, triage is important.
Mash:
Master, what should we do?
Fujimaru 1:
Let's go see Edison.
Mash:
...Right. I think that's the correct thing to do, too.
Mash:
I guess it's my intuition as a Servant...I feel like we can't leave him like this.
Nightingale:
Then we should go. Immediately. We'll head straight there.
Nightingale:
Charge via the shortest route.
Nightingale:
We need to knock that hard-headed man out with some anesthesia, then wake him up.
Scáthach:
Hm...Robin, Elisabeth, Rama.
Scáthach:
You've heard your Master's opinion. What do you think?
Elisabeth:
...Well, to be honest, my head hurts so much I'd like some anesthesia myself...
Elisabeth:
I'll leave the decision to Fujimaru. Everything until now has been right, so I'm sure it'll be fine going forward.
Robin Hood:
Hmm...I'm a Servant who's better off acting alone. And besides, that...presi-king, was it?
Robin Hood:
Why would I take the effort to meet someone I know I'd be incompatible with just by how you describe him?
Elisabeth:
Are you saying you'll just casually go and assassinate Cú Chulainn for us?
Robin Hood:
I don't do crazy things like that. As long as there are other means, at least.
Elisabeth:
If you can't do it, just say so. You just can't honestly admit things, can you?
Robin Hood:
...To think you of all people would tell me that. I should probably just shut my mouth and go along with it.
Rama:
I have faith in our Master. If we all stand together, we can even defeat Karna if needed.
Rama:
Now, Master. Let's go and wake Edison from his dream!
Section 14: The Running Man
Mash:
–Master. Celts are attacking the town. We should eliminate them.
Robin Hood:
Ah, wait a second. Master, sorry for the trouble, but do you think we could capture them alive?
Fujimaru 1:
If we tried to.
Fujimaru 2:
I'm good at things like that.
Elisabeth:
Huh? Why do you ask? Do you torture people too?
Robin Hood:
No way! An interrogation, if anything!
Robin Hood:
If we want to get to Edison's stronghold nonstop, we'll need prisoners like them.
Elisabeth:
Prisoners? Why? There's no use for them other than relieving my headache.
Robin Hood:
...Geez. You've gotten a little more decent, but you're still the same at the root.
Robin Hood:
Oh well, whatever. Anyway, just hold back a bit, that's all I'm asking.
Elisabeth:
I don't really get it, but okay! Now, let's go, my little [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet]!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
...Whew. We made it through the battle just fine. We also captured some retreating enemies.
Mash:
Robin, what should we do from here?
Robin Hood:
All right, tie them up...There.
Robin Hood:
Now's the time for me to get to work. You all go elsewhere and eat a meal or something.
Mechanized Infantry:
Halt right there. Identify yourself.
Robin Hood:
Industry and domination!
Fujimaru 1:
Robin!?
Fujimaru 2:
What's that!?
Mechanized Infantry:
Industry and domination! Presi-king Edison is the greatest CEO!
Robin Hood:
The greatest CEO! By the way, I'm Second Lieutenant Anderson Komadori of the 26th Commando Unit!
Robin Hood:
I have juicy news! We've captured some enemy soldiers, and they're to be transferred to headquarters!
Mechanized Infantry:
–Understood and confirmed. They do appear to match our data on Celtic soldiers.
Mechanized Infantry:
Excellent work out there. Please continue through.
Mechanized Infantry:
Industry and...
Robin Hood:
Domination! I'll continue with my duties now.
Robin Hood:
All right then. All of you, follow me.
Dr. Roman:
...Uh, Robin? What was that greeting just now? Are you into stuff like that?
Robin Hood:
I didn't wanna do it, either! That's the salute among mechanized troops! I had no choice!
Mash:
Domination...Is Mr. Edison, well, perhaps a bad guy?
Dr. Roman:
No. He's a little problematic, but he's probably got a different grasp of the word “domination. ”
Dr. Roman:
Citizens coming together as one to overcome hardship. Perhaps he thinks of that as “domination. ”
Scáthach:
It wasn't domination for one's own vanity, but a call to action done for the sake of this nation.
Scáthach:
Interesting. I heard he was an inventor, but it seems he had political potential as well.
Scáthach:
Still, those soldiers were unsatisfactory. They weren't trained at all. That's beyond foolish!
Dr. Roman:
...Yeah. By simplifying the thought process, he's trying to improve their reflexes.
Dr. Roman:
By losing individual instinct and senses, they become tools of automation, completing a single task in large numbers...
Nightingale:
...Also, it's conceivable they're administering drugs for suppressing fear and doubt. It happens often, but I worry about the aftereffects.
Dr. Roman:
Edison doesn't have the time to raise soldiers, or should I say warriors.
Dr. Roman:
That's why he came up with a way for anyone to easily become a soldier.
Dr. Roman:
It's a doctrine of mass production and united thoughts...The exact opposite of the Celts.
Dr. Roman:
That said, their opponents are heroes of legend. If this was a modern war, Edison would likely win, but...
Scáthach:
Hm...The Celts are disregarding their rear from the get-go anyway.
Scáthach:
...In fact, it's not like the Celtic warriors are using much in the way of intelligence...
Scáthach:
Generally, they're muscleheads. Muscleheads versus machines...Yes, they're brilliantly equal in disposition.
Robin Hood:
Suppressing fear with drugs, huh...Sounds like this side isn't very decent, either.
Robin Hood:
I shouldn't have hesitated about this. Let's go straight to our target.
Robin Hood:
Let's take down this self-proclaimed king ASAP!
Robin Hood:
Whaaaat!?
Nightingale:
Don't misunderstand. We're not going to take him down, we're going to treat him.
Nightingale:
Although, I can't deny that the treatment procedure may be violent, even quite painful–
Nightingale:
But in the end, that's still treatment.
Robin Hood:
I got it, just don't shoot a gun near my ear again!
Nightingale:
I'll take it into consideration. Anyway, we should head to Edison's stronghold–but first...
Nightingale:
It's gradual, but Edison's side is being overwhelmed. We should proceed after treating some Celtic warriors.
Dr. Roman:
That enemy looks like a Bicorn. It's an evil, monstrous horse.
Dr. Roman:
That queen sure does summon some ridiculous stuff!
Section 15: The King in the High Castle
Mechanized Infantry:
–Halt. Beyond here is state-owned land.
Mechanized Infantry:
Retreat immediately, and submit an enlistment form to the United Western States Army Mechanized Infantry Corps.
Robin Hood:
...Tch, they're bloodthirsty. Is this what you'd call a dystopia? Makes me nauseous.
Elisabeth:
Hmm, I rather like it. It's a good thing when peasants follow the rules.
Robin Hood:
Yeah, yeah. I've always been part of the resistance, anyway. But it looks like we can't fool our way through any further.
Robin Hood:
Master, we need to break in!
Fujimaru 1:
Charge!
Fujimaru 2:
A rebellion!
Robin Hood:
Whoa, as I'd expect, Master! I see you're enthusiastic.
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
Begone! There are patients waiting!
Rama:
Yes, such encouraging words...
Dr. Roman:
If she wasn't kicking opponents around while saying that, it would sound even better!
Dr. Roman:
...Hm? What's this, a burst transmission? Huh? What?
Dr. Roman:
Wh-Wh-Whaaaat!?
Mash:
Doctor!? Doctor, please respond...Doctor!
Edison:
Why you...How could you give in to the Celts! And you call yourselves heroes!?
Edison:
Above all, my Madonna, my Crimean Angel...To think someone with your ideals wouldn't share my own!
Edison:
This is a huge disappointment! I haven't been this sad since the unemployment rate hit 30%!
Nightingale:
Disappointment? No, there is still hope. We haven't betrayed you.
Nightingale:
Furthermore, us joining the Celts...That's a joke gone too far.
Blavatsky:
You fought your way into here, yet you say that?
Blavatsky:
According to intel, your assassination of Medb failed. It's rather unnatural that you're still alive.
Blavatsky:
You must have begged for your lives, and joined the enemy. Isn't that the normal way to see it, Florence?
Elisabeth:
What did you say? Begged for their lives, and joined the enemy?
Elisabeth:
You've got to be joking! She'd never be up for something like that!
Blavatsky:
Sorry, I must have stepped on a dragon's tail. If I hurt your feelings...No, that was rude of me. Sorry.
Blavatsky:
It looks like they're merely losers. I don't see any signs that they've joined the Celts.
Edison:
What? So they were simply defeated? Then did they come here to ask for our protection?
Edison:
I can feel that lust for blood! Oh Angel of Crimea, why do you point your gun at me!?
Nightingale:
...An angel, you say? True, I was called that before.
Nightingale:
There's nothing more painful than being compared to a creature as gentle as cotton candy.
Nightingale:
King of Inventions, Edison. After seeing you like this, I understand.
Edison:
Hm, what is it? Have you finally realized my greatness and my intelligence?
Nightingale:
You're ill. You must receive treatment immediately.
Edison:
What...was that?
G：Blavatsky:
Ahh...You've said it right to his face...
Edison:
–How rude. What part of me is ill?
Edison:
These strong limbs. This sound body, bursting with health. This sharp and honed intellect.
Edison:
Everywhere you look, it's so standard!
Nightingale:
Be quiet. What's so rude about telling a patient that they're ill?
Nightingale:
If you want to be pampered, go ask your mother or wife.
Nightingale:
You have the power to save the world, yet you're trying to bring the world to ruin.
Nightingale:
How is that anything but an illness?
Edison:
You're wrong! I'm–
Nightingale:
I'll attend to you right now. Just keep quiet, and rest in bed.
Dr. Roman:
What!? Huh? I-I finally got through the hacking.
Dr. Roman:
Th-That's good. I couldn't communicate with you for a while...What happened?
Fujimaru 1:
Edison interrupted us.
Dr. Roman:
I-I'd expect no less from Edison. To think he could cut into our communications after just that one peek last time...
Fujimaru 2:
Your security's rather weak.
Dr. Roman:
No, we've been really careful about security, you know!?
Dr. Roman:
It's just, well...Uh...This is Edison we're talking about, so it wasn't much use...Hahaha.
Mash:
So shooting a gun stops hacking? I'll remember that, Master!
Fujimaru 1:
Forget it.
Mash:
O-Okay, I'll forget it.... So that's no good?
Nightingale:
We don't have time for idle chat. –Now, we must break through.
Karna:
–So you've come.
Nightingale:
Of course, Karna.
Nightingale:
You're also ill. Withdraw at once, you shouldn't be here.
Nightingale:
There's something you desire, after all. I recommend recuperation in a remote place.
Karna:
...You might be correct. I'm infected by an illness called loyalty.
Karna:
Instantly realizing what I desire...Is that due to your occupation as a nurse?
Nightingale:
No, you're simply easy to understand.
Karna:
......I see.
Mash:
Um, Karna seems somewhat depressed.
Karna:
–Thank you for pointing that out. However, I cannot surrender this path to you.
Karna:
The King of Inventions asked for my aid, after all. He kneeled before a worthless man like me.
Karna:
He was the first to ask. That's more than enough reason to oppose you.
Karna:
...Also, one more thing. Edison resembles a friend of mine.
Karna:
A man clever, yet foolish. Proud, yet full of charity.
Karna:
There was once a king who called me friend. A king who saved me.
Karna:
Edison resembles that amiable man well. To put it simply, I cannot leave him be.
Nightingale:
—How surprising. To think someone like you could smile like that.
Karna:
Even I'm human. I have emotions, like any ordinary person. However, that's enough talk.
Karna:
The first time was testing the waters. This is the second. Show me just how much you have improved—!
--BATTLE--
Elisabeth:
Hah...Hah...Hah...Y-You're good!
Robin Hood:
Stand back. You're at your limit. Umm...Redhorn?
Elisabeth:
Oh shut up! Some things I just can't give up as a fellow Lancer!
Karna:
Lancer!? Weren't you an idol?
Elisabeth:
I'm taking a break from my idol activities. Right now, I don't have a choice, so I'm holding this spear!
Karna:
...Mm. Return? What an odd order.
Karna:
But—I see, He wants to decide with his own hands. That's rather arrogant, but perhaps it cannot be helped.
Elisabeth:
What? Are you running away!? With the win!?
Karna:
I don't think I've won yet...
Karna:
I have orders from my lord to return to the throne. I'll be waiting for you, up ahead in the throne room.
Karna:
Along with this nation's finest...All three of us.
Mash:
This nation's finest...That means...
Fujimaru 1:
Servants.
Fujimaru 2:
Edison and company.
Dr. Roman:
Seems about right. Earlier we were speaking over the comms, but I imagine Edison wants to speak in person.
Dr. Roman:
...Regardless, it looks like we can't avoid battle before talking to him.
Mash:
...True. I don't think Edison will come around unless he is knocked down once.
Mash:
Let's get things ready first, Master. Then we'll head out.
--ARROW--
Mash:
Now–entering!
Fujimaru 1:
Let's go!
Mash:
...Yes!
Edison:
How dare you come here! You reprehensible traitors!
Edison:
Why can you not believe in my righteousness? Are you drowning in conspiracy theories?
Edison:
Like “Edison was the embodiment of capitalism itself! ”and “True geniuses do not idolize business! ”
Nightingale:
Mr. Edison. I believe you're the one easily swayed by conspiracy theories.
Nightingale:
While I have not sensed a sliver of intelligence from you, I do know that your inventions are indeed amazing.
Nightingale:
Which is why I have diagnosed that you are ill based on something other than such rumors.
Edison:
Argh! I have no idea what kind of nonsense that is! Nightingale, pioneer of statistics!
Edison:
Why did you materialize as a Berserker? I have no intention of speaking to an unintelligent beast!
Elisabeth:
...Well, aren't you a beast yourself? I mean, you're a lion...
Nightingale:
...Sigh. Your fever is indeed getting to you. What a waste of intelligence.
Edison:
Mmm!? Lady Nightingale, what did you just call me!?
Nightingale:
...Pardon me. Slip of the tongue.
Nightingale:
Master. Please prepare to operate. First, we need to have him rest on the bed, and make him hear what we have to say.
Blavatsky:
You're rather aggressive, Florence. Are you implying you're going to fight him and win?
Nightingale:
Yes, I doubt he'll listen to us any other way. So we'll fight, we'll punch, and we'll win.
Blavatsky:
I like stuff like that. Very straightforward.
Blavatsky:
I don't like fighting...Nor am I good at it. But I suppose I can set aside those feelings for now.
Blavatsky:
Mr. Edison, are you ready?
Edison:
Y-Yes!? Yes, I'm ready. I'll engage them with all the electricity available!
Edison:
Then they will truly know...How amazing inventions from this King of Inventions are–!
Edison:
Direct current is just the way to go!
Mash:
...So you still ARE fixated about that!
--BATTLE--
Edison:
Ooooooooh! Not yet...I have not lost yet! I will not surrender!
Edison:
If I do not suffice as a soldier, then I shall give up this body of mine to science!
Edison:
Time for Thomas' great transformation, the big remodeling! I shall cast away this humanoid gentleman's form!
Edison:
Now it's time for a beastly boost! I'll transform into Thomas Mazda Edison—
Edison:
Gah!? Wh-What was that for, Karna? How dare you throw my superhuman elixir on the floor!?
Karna:
Sorry, Edison. But this ends here...I cannot let you walk the path of destruction any further.
Karna:
Besides, first and foremost,that medicine is bad for your body.
Edison:
No! Good medicine is always bitter to the taste. I can withstand my heart exploding! I'll show you!
Edison:
If I don't hold my ground here,who is going to protect this nation!?
Nightingale:
–Protect, you say? For someone trying to protect, you have a rather illogical method of fighting.
Edison:
What...D-Did you just call me...illogical?
Nightingale:
Yes. Extremely illogical.
Edison:
I am always logical! Both this nation and I are children of logic.
Edison:
It can't possibly be illogical–
Nightingale:
...We can't win.
Edison:
...What?
Nightingale:
Those Celts are monsters who spend all their time fighting, from birth to death.
Nightingale:
People of this era are already falling behind, right at the starting line.
Nightingale:
Moreover, the revered Queen Medb possesses the Holy Grail, allowing her to create soldiers infinitely.
Nightingale:
That's why we can't win. There's simply no way to win.
Nightingale:
The Holy Grail is the only resource they need to reinforce their army. The idea of strength in numbers was a mistake to begin with.
Nightingale:
But you didn't let up your ground. Rather, you didn't want to give up that system.
Nightingale:
Because—
Nightingale:
Mass production. Cheaper, more efficient production. That was what you, Thomas Edison, were ingenious at.
Nightingale:
But those aesthetics strip you of the intelligence you originally had.
Nightingale:
You thought, “I cannot lose on my home turf. ”And subconsciously, you got worked up over it.
Nightingale:
And because you kept grumbling like that,you were corrupted by such an illness.
Edison:
Erm...W-Well, but...But...Why...I cannot deny that...
Edison:
True, I was fixated on productivity. Even if we run out of resources, as long as we obtain victory at the end...
Nightingale:
Indeed. There's no point winning in just the field of productivity. BUT! MOST! OF! ALL!
Nightingale:
The biggest mistake is your body itself!
Nightingale:
There are no records that indicate Edison had the head of a lion.
Nightingale:
Furthermore, it is impossible for you to have such strength.
Nightingale:
That means you possess power that doesn't belong to you. That is the dream pushing you to become “king. ”
Mash:
Um...isn't that the Holy Grail?
Nightingale:
No. It is not the Holy Grail.
Nightingale:
The Holy Grail can only grant wishes. It does not manifest them.
Nightingale:
Edison. Your own desire did not stem from yourself.
Edison:
...That's right. My name is Thomas Alva Edison.
Edison:
I am the Presi-king of the United States of America. Past, present, and future...
Edison:
The successive presidents of this nation granted me power. Because it was logical.
Edison:
They came to the conclusion that even if they were all summoned as Servants, they would lose to the Celts.
Edison:
So, why not concentrate all the power into a single person. Not a president, but a hero with international fame.
Edison:
...They entrusted me with the future known as “America! ”
Dr. Roman:
The presidents...from the first to the last.
Dr. Roman:
...Or rather, the thoughts of those who took up the mantle of president, or what you could call their grudges, had possessed him?
Nightingale:
That is the illness. For us, it's not just about America.
Nightingale:
We must heal, we must save this world. That is our Order.
Nightingale:
E pluribus unum.
Nightingale:
You are a state made up of many races, equivalent to being children of many nations.
Nightingale:
Which is why you have an obligation to save the world.
Nightingale:
Yet you divert your eyes and try to save only your own nation–that is why Edison suffers.
Edison:
Hrng...Guh...
Nightingale:
That is also why–you were defeated by Nikola Tesla, your fellow inventor.
Edison:
Gaohoooooooooooooo!?
Blavatsky:
(She landed the heaviest blow—! )
Karna:
(...I wish you pulled your punches...)
Dr. Roman:
I-Is he okay? Mr. Edison, are you alive?
Edison:
GAFU...GAFUUU!
Mash:
Yes, he has a pulse, but barely. He's on the ground, but he is still twitching, so...
Nightingale:
He will live. Edison, answer me.
Nightingale:
What is it you want to do?
Edison:
Urgh...Mm...
Edison:
...Yes. I admit it, Florence Nightingale.
Edison:
The successive kings granted me power, but logically that also pointed to the fact that I couldn't win...
Edison:
I have strayed from my path just a little...It seems I was wandering in a maze of foolish thoughts.
Nightingale:
Just a little...Just a little bit, was it...Very well.
Nightingale:
To heal an illness, one must first admit that he is ill.
Nightingale:
Being lost is fine. Because right now, you have returned to the starting point.
Edison:
I see...Despite all the sacrifices the citizens have made...I am now only at the starting line...
Edison:
This is rough...This is actually rough. What am I supposed to do now...
Blavatsky:
Huh? You mean you don't know, Edison?
Edison:
Blavatsky...Are you suggesting you do? What I should be doing?
Blavatsky:
Simple. Do what you would always do. If you fail 3,000 times, you try again with attempt number 3,001.
Blavatsky:
You're never discouraged by failure, causing trouble for all those around you. You always find a way to get back up.
Blavatsky:
That's your life. Right, Thomas Alva Edison?
Blavatsky:
In the end...That was your ultimate talent, right?
Edison:
Blavatsky...I am not sure if I should take that as a compliment or insult...
Edison:
But thank you. You really are my friend. I just need to overcome it...That was my life's conclusion.
Edison:
But I'm a loser. A coward. The King of Lawsuits. Leading a nation again is something I can't possibly—
Karna:
That's not true. Make no mistake, Edison.
Karna:
You were lost, but you were headed towards the correct location.
Karna:
Saving someone you don't know the name of, or trying to shine light into a world of darkness...
Karna:
I can confidently say that those are desires you can be proud of.
Karna:
No matter how much you blame yourself, or how much you hate yourself, or how you perform evil deeds out of being overly cautious...
Karna:
Unlike heroes who can only save others by defeating something, you do it and have done it with your inventions.
Karna:
As in, not with your words.... Ultimately, you really became a light shining onto the world.
Karna:
Feed off that hope, that accomplishment, and stand up. You're at rock bottom right now, but not all is lost, right?
Edison:
Karna—
Karna:
Mmm. It is time to wake up, great King of Inventions. There are still so many gems hidden in that brain of yours.
Edison:
...I see. Your world is far from seeing inventions, and vastly differs from mine, yet you still say that.
Edison:
Babbage, my best friend, is telling me in Morse code...That I cannot lose until I am bankrupt.
Edison:
In that case...Yes! The presi-king will never die! He must rise as often as needed!
Edison:
The dream of bringing prosperity to the world has revived! Karna, Blavatsky! Sorry to have caused you trouble!
Blavatsky:
Don't worry. We're friends.
Karna:
...Right. Though a bit pushy, after coming this far, I suppose we are friends.
Edison:
—Ha. I'm always blessed with such great friends.
Edison:
Even that hysteric can't match me here. This is what I can call my own fortune.
Edison:
...I also owe you an apology and my thanks,Fujimaru. And to all you Servants who support [♂ him /♀ her].
Edison:
Frankly, I still have no idea. I still don't know how to save the world, or how to defeat the Celts.
Edison:
But–
Fujimaru 1:
Yup. Let's think about it together.
Edison:
I am grateful, and I'm counting on you. That's right, I have forgotten something very important!
Edison:
The president always has a vice president by his side. At times, the VP is even more capable.
Mash:
Mr. Edison, then you mean...
Edison:
Yes. I am Thomas Alva Edison. One cornerstone of the foundation for American prosperity.
Edison:
In that case, this time for sure...I want to create an invention that will save this world!
Edison:
Of course, as your Servant, Fujimaru!
Fujimaru 1:
It would be my pleasure!
Mash:
Yes! That's great news, Master!
Fujimaru 2:
So I've been appointed VP!
Dr. Roman:
Ahh, congratulations! Though, that role usually dies first in movies!
Edison:
—I will now bestow myself and all that I have upon you, Fujimaru.
Edison:
Will you save the world together with me? ...My Master.
Section 16: The Fellowship
Edison:
Now, everyone, have a seat! We're gonna brainstorm, guys!
Elisabeth:
Yes, teacher! Me, me!
Edison:
Yes, Elisabeth. What is it?
Elisabeth:
We invade, and beat them up. That's our only choice!
Edison:
That's...Completely denied!!
Elisabeth:
Whyyyyyyy!?
Elisabeth:
...I know! How about we sing to heal their souls?
Everyone:
DENIED!
Elisabeth:
Whyyyyyyy!?
Fujimaru 1:
They lack the refinement to appreciate it.
Fujimaru 2:
They have no tolerance for such things.
Elisabeth:
I-I see. Then I suppose there's nothing we can do.
Elisabeth:
One needs knowledge to understand music, too. If they don't have that, there's nothing I can do.
Fujimaru 1:
We need to wait for death metal to be invented.
Elisabeth:
Right, if death metal was– What'd you just say, little [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet]!?
Elisabeth:
Idols! My genre of choice is a cutesy pop idol song, you know?
Edison:
This is what's known as “letting 100 schools of thought contend,” yes? Anyway, all of you, please reassess the current situation.
Edison:
Here's a map. The Celts occupy the eastern half of North America.
Edison:
They'll ultimately invade us from two routes, north and south. They're currently making the preparations to do so.
Edison:
If we were to invade, we would leave one side exposed. They'd overwhelm us, and we'd lose.
Dr. Roman:
Based on data obtained so far, losing too much land will likely be the condition for defeat in this war.
Dr. Roman:
So I presume.
Dr. Roman:
The connection to the era is fragile enough as is, it will sever more as the Celts expand their area of dominance.
Dr. Roman:
In time, this era will no longer withstand its separation from reality...and it will “die. ”
Dr. Roman:
So, even if we do invade, we have to make sure they don't take any more of our current territory.
Edison:
...That's how it was...Then the fact that I increased the number of troops and pushed back the front line as a stopgap measure...
Nightingale:
Ended up saving this nation, yes. The patient was continuously losing stamina, but you protected its heart.
Edison:
Yes...Yes!
Scáthach:
But, that was also your limit. You slightly pushed back the front line, but it won't be long before it falls.
Scáthach:
Servants will likely be commanding the invading army.
Scáthach:
At this rate...the mechanized infantry won't stand a chance, and they'll continue to branch out.
Elisabeth:
But that was then, right? Now we have a bunch of Servants!
Blavatsky:
Well, there is some truth to what Eli-Eli is saying. Hmm...Let's first look at our opponents' strength–
Blavatsky:
Queen Medb, Cú Chulainn, Beowulf, Arjuna...
Blavatsky:
We may outnumber them, but they have some of the world's greatest heroes on their side...Not just Celtic ones.
Blavatsky:
Add to that the Celtic soldiers, who can overwhelm even Servants if there are enough.
Blavatsky:
And don't forget the monsters and Shadow Servants they pull into the confusion.
Blavatsky:
To top it off, they can reproduce indefinitely. Can we defeat them? I can't. Totally impossible.
Rama:
Mmm, hmm...I could keep up at full strength, but–
Rama:
Defeat? That I cannot guarantee.
Robin Hood:
Even if we were to just go after the Servants...I mean, I'll do it if you ask me to.
Robin Hood:
I'd be beaten to a pulp if it's one-on-one. If only there was someone else to help...
Edison:
Hmm...
Rama:
...Mmm...
Blavatsky:
Now, then...
Edison:
This isn't good...The discussion is coming to a halt. How about we move our bodies a little bit?
Edison:
Fujimaru! You should take this opportunity to join us!
Edison:
This is a virtual skirmish I invented. It's only slightly dangerous!
--BATTLE--
Edison:
Physical activity relaxes the mind,but in the end, there are only two ways to go about this.
Mash:
Is one of them...assassination?
Scáthach:
A select few will go to Washington D. C. , and assassinate Queen Medb.
Scáthach:
That should prevent any further increase in Celtic soldiers. We can turn this into a fight between Servants.
Scáthach:
But Medb is extremely cautious.
Scáthach:
Once she senses Servants, she will likely bring all her Servants back at once.
Scáthach:
To be honest, she's already survived one assassination attempt. I would expect her to be even more cautious.
Robin Hood:
That really hits home.
Edison:
Painfully true. What do you think,Chief Nurse Nightingale? Quite the pickle, isn't it?
Nightingale:
...I shall leave military problems of this sort to you. I am just a nurse.
Fujimaru 1:
Now, don't say that.
Nightingale:
I'm telling you that I'm useless. Sheesh...
Nightingale:
If an ambush is impossible, we fight them head-on. That's about all I can think up right now.
Scáthach:
Hmm...Actually, Nightingale's suggestion is probably the most realistic one.
Edison:
Meaning?
Rama:
We place mechanized infantry and Servants both to the north and south.
Rama:
Of the two armies, one simply needs to hold its ground. Meanwhile, the main army will rush towards the capital.
Rama:
...What do you say, Scáthach?
Scáthach:
That's right. There are several Servants here.
Scáthach:
Some Servants are powerful enough to rival the enemy, myself included. However, there aren't enough for “two even armies. ”
Scáthach:
But if we concentrate forces into one army, the other will crumble, and the enemy will occupy America.
Scáthach:
All types of balance must be considered when forming the North and South armies.
Scáthach:
Now, how to handle it...
Elisabeth:
What, that's actually quite simple!
Scáthach:
Mmm?
Elisabeth:
Come on, little [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet] over there! Don't just stand around, you pick the parties!
Fujimaru 1:
Um, me?
Fujimaru 2:
Are you sure?
Elisabeth:
Naturally. You fought alongside Servants in France, Rome, and all sorts of other places, right?
Elisabeth:
No other Master in the world is as familiar with Servants as you are.
Elisabeth:
If you choose the teams,I can trust those decisions!
Blavatsky:
Oh, Eli-Eli has a point.
Elisabeth:
Can you stop calling me Eli-Eli!?
Rama:
Hmm, it's just like Elisabeth says. If Master selects the parties, I will be all right with it.
Fujimaru 1:
Give me some time.
Fujimaru 2:
Hold on a sec.
Scáthach:
No problem. Just think of a team of Servants by tomorrow.
Scáthach:
In the meantime, Edison and his team should prepare for the final battle.
Edison:
Sounds like a plan. Start up the comms! Inform all units immediately!
Mash:
...Senpai. It's a lot of responsibility, but we're counting on you.
Mash:
Sleep on it for a day, if you need to. I believe you've got it in you!
Nightingale:
–Taking a walk at this hour?
Fujimaru 1:
Change of pace.
Nightingale:
...This is also some sort of fate. I shall accompany you.
Nightingale:
...Edison's wounds are healed. His responsibilities as King of America should've been lessened.
Nightingale:
Or perhaps the obsessions of past presidents had been possessing him.
Nightingale:
There is a chance for a poor prognosis, so I need to continue monitoring him...
Nightingale:
One illness left. I only hope then the world will be healed.
Fujimaru 1:
I'll try my best.
Fujimaru 2:
Yeah, we have to make it work.
Nightingale:
I have no intention of putting you under any pressure. I hope you don't misunderstand.
Nightingale:
Normally, it's insane to have just one person bear the responsibilities of stopping world destruction.
Nightingale:
That is indeed a dire move. Only the insane could withstand the pressure.
Nightingale:
Like I once was.... But you are different.
Nightingale:
You must remain steadfast and assign us to our posts.
Nightingale:
I trust you. The same way I trust my comrades who fought against the stubborn army.
Nightingale:
You need to make an effort. But there is no need to bear the entire burden.
Nightingale:
Moreover, even if your choice is correct,there is the possibility that we, the entrusted, will fail.
Nightingale:
Even with utmost preparations,soldiers will die, and people will fall ill.
Nightingale:
So, I hope you do not shoulder too much weight.
Nightingale:
Relax, but be honest–I'm sure we will be fine.
Nightingale:
Do you find the night breeze a bit chilly? Let's return.
Nightingale:
The fallen soldiers are on the move. If we leave them alone, their numbers will only increase.
Nightingale:
A corpse is a mound of pathogens. We must carefully mourn them, and send them to the afterlife!
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
–Now, let's head over to heal our wounded hero.
Scáthach:
My oh my...Even he is but an ill patient to you.
Nightingale:
I would've never guessed that you, his mentor, had failed to notice.
Scáthach:
I am not good at dealing with illness. After all, having come this close to being a Divine Spirit, illness has lost its meaning to me.
Scáthach:
A straightforward death is something I've long since left behind.
Nightingale:
...I don't understand. For one who has traversed death, your expression seems glum?
Scáthach:
But of course. I have not traversed death. Simply, I have overcome it.
Scáthach:
Yet that doesn't mean I've transcended death. I am merely a ghost who was left behind by life.
Scáthach:
What of yourself? In the sense of ghosts or grudges, I believe you're rather close to me?
Nightingale:
I have simply returned to the present world in my peak form. Which is why I shall treat anyone to the best of my ability.
Nightingale:
The fact that I was summoned in itself shows that this world is still in need of “nursing. ”
Scáthach:
Hmm...
Scáthach:
First, the North Army. Elisabeth, Robin, Edison, and Blavatsky.
Scáthach:
Then, the South Army. Karna, Rama, Nightingale, Fujimaru, Mash, and myself.
Scáthach:
The North Army might just be barely enough to hold them. However, depending on the enemy's number, the South Army can break through their defense.
Edison:
I see...
Edison:
I'll equip boosters on the mechanized infantry for the South Army so they can keep up with you Servants.
Edison:
Hold the North with as few members as possible, and rush into Washington D. C. with the South Army.
Elisabeth:
Wait a minute, [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet]! I want to get at him, too!
Fujimaru 1:
I'm counting on you.
Fujimaru 2:
You're the only one.
Elisabeth:
......
Elisabeth:
......Fine.
Elisabeth:
In exchange, Cú Chulainn, the one who defeated Saber...Make sure to take him down.
Fujimaru 1:
Understood.
Fujimaru 2:
I promise you.
Elisabeth:
Fine then. I'll fight for you here, along with that Mr. Komadori.
Robin Hood:
That's not my actual name, you know? Well, you can leave this side to us.
Robin Hood:
If we're against an army, my preparations will come in handy. I'll do a thorough job of harassing them.
Scáthach:
Yes. Our goal is 60% reduction. I'm sure you can do that much.
Robin Hood:
Against Celtic warriors led by Servants? That'll require double as much work as usual...
Scáthach:
Oh, you can do it with only double? That's amazing, Hermit of the Forest. You've exceeded my expectations.
Robin Hood:
Ugh, I talked too fast. Normally, it's impossible even with double the effort...
Robin Hood:
Maybe if we put our lives on the line, we might make it work. We'll give it our best shot.
Blavatsky:
They are counting on us.
I'm just not sure how far we can go with two Casters...
Blavatsky:
However, I'll do my best. No matter what the job is, I will see it through.
Edison:
...Mmm. We might've gone down the wrong path, but I'm glad my mechanized infantry can be of use.
Edison:
Allow me to take charge of the North Army.
Scáthach:
No one has any issue with this? Then let's move everybody out.
Scáthach:
This is quite a large-scale operation. I imagine our opponents will pick up on our movements.
Scáthach:
We have to time our attacks simultaneously. Three days from now, at dusk.
Scáthach:
Servants in the North Army should move out at once. We must expect the unexpected.
Edison:
True. I trust you with this mission, Madame Blavatsky.
Blavatsky:
Indeed. Mr. Edison, I wish you the best, as well.
Edison:
Karna!
Karna:
What is it, Edison?
Edison:
Um, well. I've been meaning to say this, but didn't get the chance to!
Edison:
Thank you for answering the request of someone like me! I was able to come this far because you were with us!
Karna:
Don't mention it, Edison, and Godspeed.
Edison:
Thank you, Karna. Now, Master!
Edison:
...I imagine I won't be able to see you again. Though quite brief, you really treated me well.
Fujimaru 1:
You're a role model for children.
Fujimaru 2:
Oh, you're Edison...What can I say?
Edison:
Hah! Did you read a biography or something? If it was written for children, I must have been so awesome.
Edison:
...I swear I will accomplish this mission, so the real me won't lose to the book me.
Edison:
Then, farewell, my friends!
Robin Hood:
All right, guess we'll take off, too. This is our final farewell.
Robin Hood:
I suppose this is the life of someone engaged in guerrilla warfare. As long as we're alive, we'll meet again.
Robin Hood:
Not necessarily seeing each other face to face. For example a song or a letter left behind by someone...
Robin Hood:
I'm saying we'll come across stuff like that if we survive. For humans, meeting in person isn't the only way to reunite.
Robin Hood:
See ya. It was a short while. But I had fun.
Elisabeth:
...It doesn't bother me. Seems like we're strangely connected, anyway...
Elisabeth:
I'll probably be summoned into a different era anyway. I might already have a contract as a Servant to begin with.
Elisabeth:
There's no way I would die. I am invincible.
Elisabeth:
Which is why...Well, as long as you avenge Nero, I'll be fine.
Elisabeth:
Don't worry. You've got some potential as a Master.
Elisabeth:
That's right! Why don't I write you a little song to cheer–
Fujimaru 1:
Ahhh! My stomach! Can't hear you!
Elisabeth:
–you up. You say you're sick but you look pretty energetic?
Elisabeth:
Well, whatever...I plan to console the soldiers along the way!
Robin Hood:
We've got a long road ahead...
Scáthach:
All right. Time for to head to the front lines. This is the final battle...Don't let your guard down.
Scáthach:
...Perfect! Why don't I find out if you're really up for the task...
Mash:
S-So suddenly–!?
--BATTLE--
Scáthach:
Hm, not bad for a practice round.
Mash:
I didn't think I would be nearly killed in a warm-up...
Scáthach:
Oh, nonsense. All right then, Rama, you lead the charge.
Rama:
Huh? I don't mind, but...You're not going to do it?
Scáthach:
I'll take my leave here.
Mash:
What!? W-Wait, why!?
Scáthach:
I'll be acting on my own and monitoring the actions of Queen Medb and Cú Chulainn. If needed, I'll fight and hold them down.
Rama:
Isn't that like walking to your own death!?
Scáthach:
Certainly, if I was some other Servant. But, who do you think I am?
Scáthach:
Do I look like someone who'd be gobbled up that easily? Even if they got me, it'd take days.
Rama:
...Still, you already say it like it's inevitable...
Scáthach:
Well. That can't be helped. There must be some sacrifices. After all, someone's got to do it.
Scáthach:
Listen. If those two ever make it to the front lines, we will most certainly lose.
Scáthach:
I am something like a dam to hold them back. It's on you all to lead this battle to victory.
Scáthach:
I am counting on you, Rama. You're still inexperienced, but you have the skill to be a swordsman comparable to my stupid student.
Scáthach:
You have experience leading battles, too. You're essential in our army.
Rama:
...There's no stopping you after such a speech. In life, my army was mostly monkeys...But, well, it'll work out.
Scáthach:
Fujimaru...Master. Don't look so worried.
Scáthach:
You've got plenty of Servants now. You have nothing to fear, even if I alone am missing.
Scáthach:
Ideally, I would've liked to enjoy the life of a normal Servant, but asking for luxuries can be endless.
Scáthach:
Farewell!
Karna:
Master, a word?
Mash:
Karna. What is it?
Karna:
I'd like to stand out as much as possible in the vanguard...Will you allow it?
Fujimaru 1:
Why?
Fujimaru 2:
I guess...
Karna:
–Arjuna is on the other side.
Karna:
By nature, he shouldn't be on that side.
Karna:
A born hero, Kiritin...Arjuna is the very embodiment of justice, a true Heroic Spirit.
Karna:
In addition, he and I are connected to each other...For better or for worse.
Karna:
The key to this battle lies in how we immobilize enemy Servants.
Karna:
In which case, I'll concentrate on shutting down Arjuna with everything I've got...Would that be all right?
Fujimaru 1:
Please, Karna.
Karna:
Very well. I'll make sure to shut Arjuna down.
Fujimaru 2:
Do your best.
Karna:
Of course I will. I will not go easy on him.
Karna:
I will take the vanguard soldiers, then. Let's go!
Mash:
Karna leading the vanguard. Rama and Nightingale are here with us, too.
Mash:
Yet...I am still worried. Despite being more supported than ever before—
Rama:
You have good reason to be, Mash. After all, Cú Chulainn is on their side.
Rama:
The strongest soldier, who singlehandedly fought his way through Medb's army.
Rama:
As long as he is against us,there will be no such thing as a sure victory for us.
Rama:
I need not mention Edison and his North Army. We, too, may very well collapse on the battlefield.
Rama:
Nevertheless, to make victory ours...We will give it our all.
Rama:
Now, Master. Your orders.
Fujimaru 1:
Aim for the White House!
Fujimaru 2:
Begin the advance!
Rama:
Understood! All units attack! This is the final battle!
Rama:
Take back the United States of America for yourselves! We will lend our assistance as well!
Section 17: War
Medb:
Hey! Guess what, my king? They're dead. Fionn mac Cumhaill and Diarmuid.
Medb:
Looks like the Servants turned the tables on them. You really can't underestimate them, can you?
Medb:
Or, could it be that their Master is even stronger than we thought?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...That's nice.
Medb:
So apathetic. Not interested?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Of course not. The greatest benefit of a dead man is that you no longer have to think of him.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
What interests me is what the living are up to.... Let's see. What do you think they're planning to do?
Soldier:
I have a report.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Ah. Speak.
Soldier:
Yes sir. The United Western States Army split their troops to the north and south. The South Army is advancing towards us.
Medb:
My, they want a final battle?
Soldier:
They're bringing in troops standing by at the rear as well. No doubt about it.
Soldier:
And leading the army is–
Medb:
It's not Edison?
Soldier:
No, Edison and Blavatsky are in charge of the North Army. The South Army is led by another Servant.
Medb:
...There's more?
Soldier:
Yes. Leading the South Army is a young male Servant,and a Servant with a giant shield.
Soldier:
We have also confirmed a nurse Servant.
Soldier:
Leading the vanguard is Karna–the thin Lancer with a shining spear.
Medb:
One, two, three...Four!? There are suddenly four more of them!?
Soldier:
Karna's presence had been previously confirmed, but...
Medb:
That still leaves three new Servants!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Probably more than three.
Medb:
Huh?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
My mentor, the Indian rascal, even the Servant I let escape once...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
On top of it, that shield Servant from the report...That means there must be more.
Medb:
What, no way! Edison partnered up with those guys!?
Medb:
...In other words, they gave up on giving up?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Looks like it.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
He gave up on protecting America,and instead decided to take the world for his own.
Medb:
Hmm, this might not be good, huh? You never know what can happen in an all-out war.
Medb:
What to do?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Hey.
Soldier:
Yes?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
We're off to war. Gather troops.
Medb:
W-Wait...Are you planning on joining the fight!?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Of course. Are you planning on leaving them alone?
Medb:
No, no! In the name of the Mad King, I won't let them be. I'll crush those Servants with my entire army.
Medb:
By advancing on us, they insulted the king and provoked us. Then again, it just goes to show how desperate they are.
Medb:
Desperate people are favorable for me.
Medb:
The despair of those who hate us and spite us is so many shades darker than the ordinary kind, you see?
Medb:
An avenging father slain by his family's murderer, a lover killed by someone whose lover was also killed,
Medb:
I love stories like that. That's why I simply squash them, with my superior resources!
Medb:
Let us divide our army into two forces as well.
Medb:
Leave the North Army to Beowulf, and put Arjuna in charge of the South Army.
Medb:
I'll take care of informing the Servants. Now, go!
Soldier:
Yes!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Taking the scout's report into consideration, their main force is the South Army.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
They're planning to crush our forces with that army and march straight to the capital.
Medb:
The North Army only needs to hold the front. At worst, they're buying time?
Medb:
My oh my...And they call themselves proud Servants?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That's just how desperate they are.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That Edison guy has cast aside his pride,and is trying to protect this world and fix history.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
The source is most likely–the world's last remaining Master that was in the reports.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Medb. How are you reading this?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Servants unleash their greatest powers when they have a Master.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
If they come fighting not as individual troops,but as Servants accompanying their Master
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Is our army powerful enough to defeat them?
Medb:
...Let's see. It might be tough.
Medb:
Beowulf and Arjuna are both top-notch warriors, but they have no will to fight.
Medb:
You could say Arjuna has a reason to fight, although it's a very personal one.
Medb:
But Beowulf is only barely following orders. I can't imagine him losing...but...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Medb. We're going all in.
Medb:
!!! O-Okay.
Medb:
But I need time. Setting the North aside, the South–
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll hold the South down.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Arjuna can lead the charge,and I'll destroy all the Servants I can get my hands on.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
After all, they've got that woman.
Medb:
...Scáthach?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Yeah, she IS my mentor. I can't imagine any other man being able to handle her.
Medb:
–Do you want to fight her?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
No. I am a king. A king doesn't fight for self-interest.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I am the frame in establishing this nation. I'll devote myself to being a weapon slaughtering opponents.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
As long as Karna lives, Arjuna won't have the composure to deal with other Servants.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
If that is the case, I'll go. I'll go, and I'll kill.
Medb:
Very well. I won't stop you. Ride forth, my king!
Medb:
Hahaha, hahaha, hahahahaha! The least kingly king in the world.
Medb:
Despite having no intention of unifying the nation,you devote yourself to its creation.
Medb:
That's why you never lose. You always kill the opposition. Once all opposition is gone, you may even turn on your allies.
Medb:
...Perhaps that's the very thing I've been desiring most.
Medb:
For a king such as you to throw everything in this world into chaos.
Medb:
To wipe out everyone equally, with your Gáe Bolg.
Medb:
Oh believers of justice and miracles...Hurry up and come here! Let me lead you to your unsightly death!
Mash:
...A message from Karna!
Karna:
We've engaged the enemy vanguard. We defeated them, but several troops are headed your way.
Karna:
Sorry, but we don't have any forces to spare. Please stop them, Master.
Rama:
I'll take the right wing. Nightingale can handle the left. Mash, you break through the middle...Can you do that?
Mash:
...Yes, I can!
Rama:
Good. Then let's go!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
–All done!
Rama:
...Their vanguard is this big? They must've figured out the South Army is the main force, and sent in their elites.
Rama:
It looks like it.
Rama:
The all-out clash is coming soon. Everybody, stay on guard!
Dr. Roman:
Nothing less from the king of Kosala. Such tremendous charisma, no matter how you look!
Rama:
Can I consider that a compliment? So convoluted...
Rama:
Wyverns are coming, huh? All right, Master...Let's crush them!
Section 18: The Killing Fields
Rama:
If we continue to proceed at this pace, we can expect all armies to clash in the wilderness ahead.
Mash:
...It's going to be quite a large-scale war.
Scout:
Commander Rama! We've confirmed the Celtic army at a point 20 klicks ahead.
Scout:
Leading them is a brown-skinned male Servant holding a giant bow.
Rama:
...Have you told Karna yet?
Scout:
Yes sir, General Karna has already been informed.
Rama:
Very well.
Rama:
Tell all troops to not engage with that man, even if we enter battle.
Scout:
Yes, sir!
Dr. Roman:
...It's Arjuna, isn't it.
Rama:
Most likely. Good grief, this is like a scene from a nightmare.
Rama:
Arjuna...The legendary hero. The Mahabharata is practically all about him.
Rama:
He grasps victory in every battlefield. Even Karna once suffered a crushing defeat.
Rama:
Is there any way we can win this?
Fujimaru 1:
There is.
Rama:
...Hm, interesting.
Rama:
You declare it to be so, Master,but you probably have absolutely no basis behind it.
Rama:
Yet somehow, I feel as if we can win.
Mash:
Me, too. Somehow, having your guarantee makes my hair stand on end!
Rama:
Hahaha. Brilliant. Like the dawn of a new year!
Rama:
Heh. A good Master and good Servants. It's no wonder we've made it this far.
Rama:
Thanks to that, I have no doubts either. I merely wield my sword as your Servant!
Rama:
...They're coming!
Arjuna:
–There you are, Karna.
Arjuna:
You all go fight the Servants. I have–business with that Lancer.
D：Soldier:
Yes.
Rama:
Enemy forces, including wyverns, should be handled as discussed during our march!
Rama:
They're strong, but that's all they are! There's no need for fear!
E：Soldier:
...
Rama:
All of you have a duty to protect this land! And I don't mean because you are the owners!
Rama:
Since you've taken it, it means you're responsible for it until the end!
Rama:
Thousands and thousands of lives are depending on each of you.
Rama:
This war cannot be decided by heroes alone! This war has no meaning unless it's won by each and every single one of you!
Rama:
Go make victory your own! Now, charge!
Mash:
Master, Karna's unit has broken through. The right and left wing units are headed this way!
Fujimaru 1:
Let's do this.
Fujimaru 2:
We'll surely win.
Mash:
Yes! Mash Kyrielight– Here I go!
--BATTLE--
Rama:
Look out! Wyverns! Fire the Anti-Air Electromagnetic Net Launcher!
Soldier:
Commander, it's not just an Electromagnetic Net Launcher, but an Edisonian Direct Current Electromagnetic Net Launcher!
Rama:
He's picky about that kinda stuff!? Servants, take down the ones who slip through the net!
Mash:
Copy that! Master, your orders please!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
The soldiers keep coming, don't they?
Nightingale:
Give me every bandage we have!
Celtic Soldier:
YAAHHH!
Nightingale:
Out of my way!
Nightingale:
I'm sorry, please defend this place until I'm done with treatment!
Fujimaru 1:
Okay.
Nightingale:
I appreciate it!
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
Treatment is mostly complete. I've sent those unfit for battle toward the back.
Mash:
Doctor, is Karna safe?
Mash:
Seeing as Arjuna isn't here,I imagine they are in combat–
Dr. Roman:
...Amazing.
Mash:
Huh?
Dr. Roman:
It's the very reenactment of mythology! Nothing less from a top Servant. Off the charts in every way!
--ARROW--
Arjuna:
–So you've come, Karna.
Karna:
No matter when or what era. Only I can ever be your opponent.
Arjuna:
Each time I am summoned to a Holy Grail War as a Servant, it seems I always end up searching for you.
Arjuna:
While attempting to be a proper hero...I would seek you, and be disappointed.
Arjuna:
...Never again will we have an opportunity such as this.
Karna:
...
Arjuna:
The moment you stood before me,all my other priorities evaporated.
Arjuna:
–So, Karna. Shall we begin where we left off?
Karna:
...We shall, Arjuna.
Karna:
Both you and I seem to be held captive by a chronic disease that can never be cured.
Arjuna:
...However.
Karna:
Yes.
Both:
–That is our very delight.
Karna:
This world has no gods, no curses, not even destiny.
Arjuna:
Precisely because there aren't, I made facing you my only desire upon the Holy Grail.
Arjuna:
...And now, that wish has come true. I have no interest in saving this world.
Arjuna:
If it is to perish, it shall perish. Yet, you attempt to save it–this world.
Karna:
Of course. As long as people wishing to live proper lives exist, I will continue to protect them.
Karna:
I was given this power for that purpose. Know that as long as my father and my life remain, the sun remains immortal.
Arjuna:
That is why I am for destruction. If you stand with the good, I shall stand with the evil.
Arjuna:
That is equality. This time—surely this time, I must put an end to your very existence as my equal!
Karna:
...Now then. Arjuna. Do you know the saying“Curses, like chickens, come home to roost”?
Arjuna:
?
Karna:
No, it's nothing. There was once someone who taught me that. Watching you just reminded me of him.
Karna:
Like it or not, we've known each other the longest. On account of that, promise me one thing.
Karna:
If you defeat me, fulfill your original duty as a Heroic Spirit. Save the world with your “Agni Gandiva. ”
Karna:
...I hate to admit it,but you're far better at that sort of thing.
Arjuna:
...Very well. But once it's decided,don't make that your reason for defeat.
Karna:
Never. I would never fight for defeat.
Upon my spear, upon my armor, I swear it.
Karna:
I swear upon my father and mother–that victory will be mine.
Arjuna:
I also swear victory upon my parents–and my brothers.
Arjuna:
After tens of thousands of years,I've finally obtained this chance!
Arjuna:
Not even evil spirits out there can interfere with me!
Both:
–Here I go!
Rama:
Whoa, that queen...Don't tell me she even called a giant dragon to attack us!
Rama:
But if we defeat it, it's just one more push before their front line crumbles! Let's do this!
Section 19: North American Myth War (Beginning)
Dr. Roman:
Life signatures eliminated! ...Whew, what an ordeal. Had me scared a bit.
Mash:
Doctor, how's the northern front doing?
Dr. Roman:
Don't worry, they've been holding it. This might be possible after all!
Karna:
HAAAAAA–!
Arjuna:
SHAAAAAA!
Rama:
It's Karna and Arjuna! What a chaotic battle!
Rama:
All forces, keep away from those two! You'll be caught in the crossfire!
Nightingale:
...Ever so slightly, Karna is overpowering him.
Rama:
Ah, you can tell, Nightingale?
Rama:
After all, an Archer shines in long-range combat. Being so closed in on, even the great Arjuna cannot handle him.
Rama:
Then again, normally Karna would be overwhelming in a situation like this.
Rama:
Yet the two appear to be nearly on par with each other. As expected of the great Arjuna!
Rama:
And yet–if things continue this way...
Karna:
...Tch!
Arjuna:
Ugh—!
Rama:
Karna will win!
C：???:
–“Gáe Bolg. ”
Mash:
What...
Nightingale:
!!!
Rama:
Wh-What–!?
Dr. Roman:
Servant responses have suddenly...Wait, what just happened!?
Arjuna:
!!!
Karna:
...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Don't hate me, Hero of Benefaction. After all, this killing spree has no rules.
Karna:
...Cú Chulainn...
Arjuna:
Cú Chulainn...You bastard!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Shut up. Starting a fight without consulting me...Did I approve a one-on-one?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Wait until you've read the situation before running after your own interests.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
At least be grateful that you weren't stabbed from the back, Hero of the Endowed.
Arjuna:
!!!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Now let's see–Is that the famed Master?
Fujimaru 1:
!!!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
What, shaking all over? My mistake for thinking you'd be a veteran hero.
Mash:
Y-You're...
Fujimaru 1:
The Caster from Fuyuki!
Fujimaru 2:
The one we fought with back then!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Sadly, I don't remember that. A completely different guy.
Mash:
But...
Fou:
Fou!
Fujimaru 1:
Mash, calm down.
Fujimaru 2:
Mash, he's an enemy.
Mash:
...Yes, I know.
Rama:
Wait, Cú Chulainn! What happened to Scáthach–
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Hm? Oh, I defeated Scáthach.
Nightingale:
!!!
Rama:
...You don't mince your words, do you?
Mash:
No, not Scáthach...Impossible...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Oh yeah, no need for condolences.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You're all going to die here, too. Go lick each other's wounds on the other side.
Rama:
He's coming! Don't hold back on Command Spells, we'll fight with all we've got!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
Hah...Hah...Hah...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
The strength of that shield...Strange. I don't recall a shield so powerful, not even in folklore.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
But it's definitely a Noble Phantasm. Girl, that shield—
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Never mind. It won't matter if I take you down, anyway!
Rama:
Noble Phantasm incoming, Mash! That vermilion spear aims for your heart no matter what!
Rama:
You have to run at full speed!
Mash:
It's no use, I won't make it!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
It's go time–My demonic thorn of death.
Mash:
Ugh!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
What...
H：???:
Dozing off as I stroll along,I find myself in a strange land of wilderness.
H：???:
Is this the dream continued, or merely an illusion? Well, not that it matters.
Merlin:
Good morning and hello, all. Everyone's trusted advisor, Mr. Merlin, is here.
Fujimaru 1:
Mer...Who?
Fujimaru 2:
Who's that cocky fellow!?
Merlin:
Right, you, never mind that. This appearance is a special service, an incognito visit totally on a whim.
Merlin:
Your paths and mine are not yet set to cross. I mean, I should be a shut-in from a tower in paradise to begin with.
Merlin:
Just consider this a lucky visit from a wonderful gentleman and be done with it, okay?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
So–what kind of blockhead are you? Is this what they call a daydream?
Merlin:
Of course. It's my ol' specialty,making do by confusing the opponent!
Merlin:
Oh! Congratulations on your coronation, Cú Chulainn.
Merlin:
To think the day would come when the great hero of Ireland settles down on a throne. My, my, destiny is a strange thing.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
This feeling...You must be an incubus...Which means...I see, you are the Stargazer.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Your meddling is breaking the rules. Is this fine, mage? Your pride will crumble to pieces.
Merlin:
Not to worry, we'll play it by ear. Besides, I have no pride or principles, or anything like that.
Mash:
Who–are you–?
Merlin:
I watch everything in this world from an island in the farthest lands. Yes, I watch everything.
Merlin:
That's the important point. I am but an observer, simply observing...At least for now.
Merlin:
...Whoa, I really am about to wake from my nap.
Merlin:
Sorry, but this is about all the help I can lend you. You'll have to finish slaying that beast on your own.
Merlin:
Once you have done so,the future in which we meet shall come.
Merlin:
Farewell, then, until that slightly altered future. Take care of Cath Palug for me.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Tch, behind me!
Karna:
Burn him to ashes...“Vasavi Shakti! ”
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Tch!
Mash:
Karna!
Arjuna:
...
Karna:
It wasn't strong enough...to reach him...Master...farewell...
Rama:
...Karna...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
One last struggle at the very end. This is why I never trust the comings and goings of spearman.
Rama:
Quit babbling, now's the chance–!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Right back at you, scumbag! Flaunting your borrowed feathers...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That attack left me scorched all over. I'll be going home to cool off now.
Nightingale:
...It's no use fleeing, Cú Chulainn. No matter how great your fury, that wound will never heal.
Nightingale:
You are ill.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Ha. It's as you say, bloody saint. The day I'm healed will probably never come.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll simply continue being king,until the day I fall and rot.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Come and get me, if you can. I'll fight you in Washington.
Rama:
...Don't let this opportunity pass! All forces push, push, push!
Arjuna:
...
Rama:
I am sorry Arjuna, but I must kill you!
Rama:
Er, Nightingale!?
Nightingale:
–Arjuna. Have you any desire of receiving treatment?
Arjuna:
...Treatment? What illness do you think I have?
Nightingale:
Karna tried to be a Servant. That is all.
Nightingale:
Despite trying to be a hero with a second life, you do not wish to be a Servant.
Nightingale:
Our existence sides with neither. We have our self-interests, yet we also have a given Order.
Nightingale:
In that moment, Karna acted as a Servant, and believed that stopping Cú Chulainn would lead to victory.
Nightingale:
...He believed that it was the right thing to do than indulging you with your deep-rooted obsession.
Arjuna:
...Obsession? My long-standing desire...
Arjuna:
How could the likes of you ever understand!?
Rama:
H-Hey, Nightingale. Er, maybe you shouldn't provoke him too much!?
Nightingale:
–It's a mistaken obsession. No use crying over spilt milk. Defeating a nemesis with an arrow you shouldn't have shot–
Nightingale:
You must live the rest of your life with that regret. That's how it is for other heroes, too.
Nightingale:
Madly wishing to redo, seeking a wish never granted.... Despite that, a Servant doesn't cross that final line.
Nightingale:
You did not try to understand that final line.
Arjuna:
...I...
Nightingale:
Will you fight? If you would like to, you may.
Arjuna:
...You're right. There's no need to fight. I don't even want to vent my anger.
Arjuna:
But I...want to settle the score. In order to purge this unmanageable something in my heart.
Arjuna:
I'll understand if you decline.
Fujimaru 1:
Let's fight.
Rama:
H-Hey!? Master, you're going to fight Arjuna!?
Rama:
Who is!? We are, yup, of course!
Fujimaru 2:
We'll win.
Rama:
Hahahahaha, Master! I've got something to say to you, as a fellow warrior!
Rama:
There's no telling whether we'll win. After all, our opponent is Arjuna!
Rama:
Ah, what the heck! Let's do this!
Arjuna:
–Thank you. Then let us battle, if you please.
Arjuna:
My name is Arjuna. Consider it an honor–to fall by my arrow!
Rama:
I also have the pride of having bested the Demon King Ravana. –Prepare yourself, Arjuna!
--BATTLE--
Rama:
How's that, Arjuna!
Nightingale:
Do you feel better now?
Arjuna:
...Yes, very much. I appreciate you putting up with my self-indulgence.
Mash:
Arjuna. Well...If you wouldn't mind, could you lend us a hand?
Arjuna:
...Unfortunately, I cannot. Though I strongly desire to.
Arjuna:
I'll be sure to make amends for what I've done. Will you please believe me?
Fujimaru 1:
I will.
Arjuna:
...Your words ring true, even in my hollowed heart. Farewell, then.
Rama:
...Arjuna...What did he...
Nightingale:
It means he was able to sort out his feelings.
Nightingale:
He is not as faithful as others think,nor as evil as he himself believes.
Nightingale:
He must've led quite a stifling life when he was alive.
Nightingale:
After all, he'd been living a life that was decided for him by someone else.
Dr. Roman:
...Oh, I see. Arjuna must have wanted a fresh start.
Dr. Roman:
That day, that moment, that arrow he shot at Karna...He'd been regretting it all his life.
Nightingale:
His illness has been cured. Though the price he paid...was all too great.
Nightingale:
But despite that, we must forge ahead.
Rama:
Nightingale is right. All right, march on! Let's charge all the way to Washington!
Section 20: North American Myth War (Middle)
Rama:
Forward! The northern front has already clashed with the main army! There's no telling how long they'll last!
Rama:
Speed! Speed will determine the winner! Full speed ahead!
Rama:
Master! Enemy forces are straight ahead!
Fujimaru 1:
Crush them!
Fujimaru 2:
Blow 'em up!
Rama:
Yes! All troops, charge!
Rama:
No stopping, not even for a moment! We'll come down on them in one giant blow!
Mash:
...
Fujimaru 1:
What's the matter?
Mash:
...I'm sorry. I was thinking of Scáthach.
Mash:
Scáthach said she could never defeat Cú Chulainn, but I didn't believe her.
Mash:
I felt nobody could ever defeat Scáthach. So—there was a part of me that wasn't worried.
Mash:
A part of me that thought, even if we failed here, Scáthach would set it right.
Mash:
But, it didn't turn out that way.... Scáthach was right.
Mash:
But, I still don't understand. I don't understand how Scáthach could've lost...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–“Gáe Bolg! ”
Scáthach:
“Gáe Bolg Alternative–! ”
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Scáthach:
Ugh!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
A clash of Gáe Bolgs, unimaginable during our lifetimes.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Both claim to deliver fatal blows,while at the same time evading them.
Scáthach:
With different Noble Phantasms, this would've ended in death, not a draw. But both our Noble Phantasms are forbidden magical spears.
Scáthach:
Both thorns of death trace identical paths and clash. A curious phenomenon– one that may never occur again.
Scáthach:
...But my, that right arm of yours. Have you been repairing it with rune spells as you throw your spear?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Pretty much.
Scáthach:
You're not waiting until the destruction ends to begin regenerating, unlike me.
Scáthach:
You're regenerating while it is being destroyed. The pain must be excruciating...No, I am sure “excruciating” is not even enough to describe it.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Pain can be managed. I'm already prepared for the worst.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Hmph, you've been enduring it well too, my mentor.
Scáthach:
Not really.... In the end, I'm merely buying time.
Scáthach:
In the past—I've even dreamed of being killed by you.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Scáthach:
“I should've died before things became this way,” I thought. If I regret anything about my life, that would be it.
Scáthach:
–But, I have no desire to be killed by your current self. Personally, I preferred your previous self.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'm not obligated to shoulder any of the burden you bear. My path is simple and straightforward.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I can't afford to be taking detours,nor can I afford to carry someone else's baggage.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll take the shortest path to be king, and to rule.
Scáthach:
–For whom? Is it for Medb?
Scáthach:
Medb wished upon the Holy Grail, and made you into a king. But that was never your wish.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
What makes you think so? Do you really think I've never dreamed of becoming king?
Scáthach:
You never mentioned such a dream when you were alive.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
True. Just as you say–in life,the thought of becoming king never crossed my mind.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
However. Isn't it common for Servants to harbor new dreams that might not have existed when they were alive?
Scáthach:
...So, it's the opposite. You're trying to become a king as a result of becoming king.
Scáthach:
–What a foolish contradiction. Despite becoming king, nothing indicated you became one.
Scáthach:
That's why you have to destroy everything.
Scáthach:
If a man stands alone in the deserted wilderness,then indeed, he must be the unopposed king.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Yeah, that's fine by me. That solution feels best. A hero's existence is full of contradictions, after all.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
It's not for Medb. I brandish this spear for my own self-interest.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Now, you must be running out of ways to stall for time. Let's put an end to this, Scáthach.
Scáthach:
—Such an idiot. You're an idiot down to your bones, yet you're thinking so hard.
Scáthach:
But no matter. I'm finished with my questions. Gates, open.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Tch!
Scáthach:
“Gate of Skye. ”
Cú Chulainn Alter:
A Noble Phantasm that transports people to the Land of Shadows!
Scáthach:
I'm sorry, but I'm taking you with me.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
My mentor...You must've sensed it. That you can't defeat me.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You know you can't win, even using that Noble Phantasm, yes? –That's correct.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
A Noble Phantasm that transports, yet doesn't kill—Your consideration for others this late in the game is why you will lose.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Noble Phantasm seal. Transform–!
Scáthach:
...Wh-What?
Scáthach:
!!!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–You stopped moving, Scáthach!
Scáthach:
Gah!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
“Curruid Coinchenn”–This is one trick I didn't learn from you.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
This Noble Phantasm is the one and only thing that can punch a hole in that gut of yours.
Scáthach:
...So you've reached that far, huh? That's enough power to destroy the world.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I bet it is. As things stand, I'll be doing just that.
Scáthach:
–Cú Chulainn. That's what I don't understand.
Scáthach:
Living and fighting. Those used to be your greatest joys.
Scáthach:
Those were the big prerequisites. That is why you lived so beautifully.
Scáthach:
Yet why do you insist on being so ugly?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...I'm ugly, yes. Because as far as I've seen, that's what a king is.
Scáthach:
...What......Who knew you were such an honest idiot?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Goodbye, Scáthach. We'll probably never meet again.
C：???:
Too bad. As a fellow spearman,I would've liked to try fighting him, but–
C：???:
I had to prioritize a previous appointment. You alive?
Scáthach:
...Somehow. Jumping through the gates myself to fling my body to the outsides of the world must've worked.
Scáthach:
I've patched up my outward appearance, but that's about it. To put it into perspective, 90% of my organs are destroyed.
C：???:
Hm, that's a problem. You can't fight like that.
Scáthach:
If we were to fight, it'd be when this era ends. Until then, Shuwen, would you help those guys out?
Li Shuwen:
Which side?
Scáthach:
...The North Army. The South Army has Fujimaru, but the North Army doesn't. This is a big difference.
Li Shuwen:
All right. Then I'll head to the North Army. You stay here, until the era comes to an end.
Li Shuwen:
I'll be sure to come back for you. Whether the era ends, or the world ends. I promise.
Li Shuwen:
After all, that divine spear has reached a realm beyond human understanding. If you disappear before I fight it, I'll surely go mad.
Scáthach:
...Suit yourself. How can I refuse so earnest a request?
Scáthach:
Fine. I look forward to your return. If you don't mind a cowardly spear that lost to its disciple.
Li Shuwen:
Kaka! I wouldn't count that as a loss. Your objective was different from the start.
Li Shuwen:
Realize the competition of spears has just begun, mistress. Time to see if my divine spear will stand up to a true god.
Li Shuwen:
...Well, I suppose I should save the world first, though. Too bad. All I want to do is fight strong opponents...
Li Shuwen:
...but the world is such a hard place to live in.
Scáthach:
That is the fate of us Heroic Spirits.
Li Shuwen:
Hahahahaha—that's for sure.
--BATTLE--
Robin Hood:
Yeah, yeah. Here they come again.
Elisabeth:
...Wait a second, how many of them are there? They just keep coming!
Elisabeth:
Did you really clean up 60% of them?
Robin Hood:
Well yeah, of course. I take my work seriously. It's one of my few redeeming qualities.
Robin Hood:
Poisoning their food and water, burning, drowning, dropping rocks...Even some treachery amongst them.
Robin Hood:
I used all sorts of tricks to cut out 60% of them. But there's still many left. Don't you just hate it?
Robin Hood:
...Seriously, what is it with those guys?
Robin Hood:
Normally when you lose 60% of your troops,morale plummets and retreat is par for the course.
Robin Hood:
I suppose there is one exception, though...
Robin Hood:
The case of ridiculously strong leaders being ridiculously tyrannical.
Elisabeth:
Encore after encore no matter how much I sing...I feel lucky as an idol, but I'm not happy about this!
Robin Hood:
That's just our job this time around.
Elisabeth:
How are they doing over there?
Robin Hood:
...Karna was killed in battle.
Elisabeth:
...I see. That guy was crazy strong, too.
Robin Hood:
Don't tell Old Man Edison. He'll probably sink into depression.
Elisabeth:
I figured as much. Is the [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet] doing all right?
Robin Hood:
Yeah, they defeated Cú Chulainn, who then retreated. They're marching toward Washington with Rama and the others.
Elisabeth:
Our tasks remain the same?
Robin Hood:
Not sure about that. Hey! Old Man Edison!
Robin Hood:
Should we keep going!?
Edison:
Hahahahaha! Of course, sounds good!
Robin Hood:
Looks like it.
Elisabeth:
Ah, too bad. It's tiresome, but I guess we can give it one more push.
Edison:
Direct current is the best! Am I right!?
Mechanized Infantry:
Of course, Mr. Presi-king! All hail direct current! Brilliant domination!
Blavatsky:
Yes, yes, direct current is the best, the best. And now...
Blavatsky:
—Behold, the Book of Dzyan in my hand. Light, shine here. Hierarchy in the heavens, Lemuria in the sea.
Blavatsky:
And on earth, myself! Old things and new, make everything clear!
Blavatsky:
Everything seems to be going smoothly...But life never goes so well, does it?
Edison:
...Hm. Yes, it'll be here soon, without a doubt.
Elisabeth:
Huh, what'll be here? ...Wh-What the...
Beowulf:
–Life never goes so well, does it?
Beowulf:
...Wait, is this it? A cunning Archer and a scrawny Lancer?
Beowulf:
Where are the people who defeated me?
Elisabeth:
They're out. And it's “slender,” not scrawny!
Robin Hood:
Hey, was that a compliment?
Beowulf:
Yes, it's a compliment. Cutting us by 60%, just by laying traps.... But with 40% left, victory is ours.
Elisabeth:
...Ugh, I can't stand it.
Elisabeth:
Crude, insensitive, and shameless. On top of that, muscles, tattoos, and stubble!
Elisabeth:
Nothing could be more vulgar! That settles it! You take him.
Robin Hood:
I'd like to say “Yeah, sure”–But I'm afraid I may die without your help.
Elisabeth:
What a slacker.
Robin Hood:
My only talents are long-range combat, killing with poison, and sabotage.
Elisabeth:
Then go stand behind me and shoot your little arrows.
Elisabeth:
Bring it on, half-naked man. Having one dragon slayer is more than enough!
Beowulf:
I'd appreciate it if you'd at least call me by my True Name, scr...slender Lancer!
Edison:
Can you go assist Elisabeth and Robin Hood!?
Blavatsky:
That's impossible. It's taking all I can to hold back the Celts! You little...
Edison:
...Alas, when it comes to tenacity, we just can't match these Celtic soldiers...How disappointing.
Edison:
So these are the limits of mass production...No, not true! It's just that my approach was incorrect!
Edison:
I can't lose. I must grasp the glory of success someday! As the one responsible, I must make an effort!
Elisabeth:
Ugh...
Beowulf:
Hmph!
Robin Hood:
Bastard!
Beowulf:
–Ha!
Beowulf:
Sorry. Despite being a Berserker, I'm not really insane.
Beowulf:
If anything, I'm just a little more ferocious. I don't easily lose the techniques I've cultivated.
Robin Hood:
Damn it, I hate these types...
Blavatsky:
Eli-Eli and Robin are in trouble. Not good!
Li Shuwen:
–Then allow me.
Blavatsky:
Huh!?
Beowulf:
Whoa.... Hey now, who are you?
Li Shuwen:
Just a passing divine spear. My True Name is Li Shuwen.
Li Shuwen:
...Hmph. I suppose it's a perk for this job. To be able to fight the famous Beowulf. The highest honor.
Beowulf:
Oh? Not one for modesty with a name like “Divine Spear. ” Li Shuwen...Yes, I've heard a lot about you.
Li Shuwen:
Oh, it's just an old nickname. So, what shall we do?
Li Shuwen:
Beowulf. You're the warrior known for killing the monster Grendel with your bare hands. In that case—
Beowulf:
Heh, you sure know how to flatter. And who were you, again?
Beowulf:
Ah, yes, yes. “No Second Strike,” right? Don't need a second strike! What a claim!
Li Shuwen:
Hm. How about we put it to the test? We'll see if it's real or an exaggeration.
Li Shuwen:
What a coincidence, for two Servants who can fight unarmed to meet in this place.
Li Shuwen:
Fate is such an odd thing.
Beowulf:
It sure is strange. Which means...
Beowulf:
...a so-called fistfight?
Li Shuwen:
I don't know whether these fists will work on you or not. But I think I'd like to give it a try.
Li Shuwen:
Let's see you withstand my Bajiquan!
Beowulf:
That's fine. Many winters have passed since my honoring as a Heroic Spirit.
Beowulf:
Yet it's hard to forget that feeling...That moment when I beat that guy to death.
Beowulf:
And now, a guy who looks even stronger than Grendel is standing before me.
Beowulf:
So–no one would turn down such an opportunity!
Li Shuwen:
Indeed!
Beowulf:
One.
Li Shuwen:
Two...
Both:
Three!
Elisabeth:
Whoa! A f-fistfight! Is it a fistfight!?
Elisabeth:
This is so scary! Stop them, Greenie!
Robin Hood:
No thanks! Even God couldn't stop a fight like this!
Robin Hood:
Wow, man, it's hard to believe we're the same species.
Blavatsky:
What's with that? Sometimes I don't get how men think at all.
Edison:
Oh, come on. Girls box too, don't they? All warriors dream of a fistfight. It's their instinct.
Edison:
...Although, being an inventor,I wouldn't know much about it.
Blavatsky:
Whatever.
Edison:
Either way, the only Servant who could ever stand up to Beowulf in a fistfight is him.
Edison:
Let's leave Beowulf to Li Shuwen. We should focus on doing what we can.
Blavatsky:
You're right. But Edison, I...have a bad feeling about this.
Edison:
...Your bad feelings are always on the mark. Whatever is to come, let us be prepared.
Rama:
All right! Mostly done–What!?
Rama:
Medb's elite soldiers...Shadow Servants! Master, we should handle this! Your orders, please!
--BATTLE--
Rama:
...All Shadow Servants have been eliminated!
Mash:
We're almost at the capital, Washington. Cú Chulainn and Queen Medb should be there.
Rama:
Karna and Scáthach are no longer with us. However, we do have our Master...Fujimaru.
Rama:
If we concentrate our power, we can defeat them!
Fujimaru 1:
Are you forcing yourself?
Rama:
Gah. No, uh...Well, how can I say this...
Rama:
...To be honest, I don't know if we can win. The difference in power is overwhelming.
Rama:
Yet I feel as though we can. I had the same feeling when I faced the Demon King Ravana.
Fujimaru 2:
You don't have to force yourself.
Rama:
Hah, I know. I'm not forcing myself.
Rama:
I'm still far from my limit–Even if I reach it, I feel as though I can go further.
Rama:
Hey, Master.
Rama:
I feel love for you. Mash and Nightingale, too.
Rama:
I love these soldiers, who follow my orders despite my young appearance.
Rama:
And I love Sita from the bottom of my heart,as she entrusted me with her life.
Rama:
Love makes me want to protect,and love makes me not submit to fear.
Rama:
Isn't it simple?
Rama:
However, when you think about it–a hero begins his journey from tiny feelings of that sort.
Rama:
This is something I came to understand,after returning to my youth.
Rama:
–Now, let's go!
Section 21: North American Myth War (Ending)
Medb:
They'll be here soon, my king. How's your body?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
The restoration is complete. It'd be a bit troublesome if Arjuna betrayed us, though–
Medb:
If the need arises, we could always use “that. ”
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...That's not necessary. I am enough.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Throw everything at the northern front. That'll end the war, and this world.
Medb:
–Right. Oh dear, I guess this is the end of playing queen.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Having fun?
Medb:
Yes, very much so. That's why I intend to enjoy it to the very end.
Medb:
You aren't having fun, are you, Cú?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I don't know. You can have fun on your own.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
All I need to do is continue being the king you wished for. No matter what happens.
Medb:
...Yeah. I love you, Cú.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Is that so?
Medb:
Now, let's begin the final battle.
Medb:
They'll struggle, and writhe, and try to stand up. All those who glare at us with determination in their eyes.
Medb:
We'll crush them under our heels easily. –Ahh, I'm so excited!
Rama:
We're here...
Mash:
Yes! Master, we're just one step away!
Dr. Roman:
The northern front is fighting well. At this rate, we should somehow–
Medb:
–So you've come.
Medb:
Oh dear, I guess those Shadow Servants really weren't good enough.
Rama:
You're–
Nightingale:
Medb. The queen who brings Celtic heroes into this world.
Mash:
So you're...
Medb:
Your scrap soldiers, or my cute boys–I wonder which are stronger?
Rama:
Sorry, but we don't have time for idle chit chat. We'll be taking you down now.
Medb:
I've already calculated it. Your power, my power,my summoned warriors' power, my monsters' power...
Medb:
...I'll make sure to win. After all, the one that the king trusted with everything was me, the queen!
Dr. Roman:
I've confirmed enemy signatures. Analyzing the magical energy wavelengths—this is...
Dr. Roman:
A massive dragonkin! Also–Chimeras,and even Shadow Servants!?
Dr. Roman:
Sheesh, she's really going all out!
Mash:
It's okay. We won't lose to enemies like that after all we've been through!
Mash:
Master, let's go!
--BATTLE--
Medb:
I guess that wasn't enough to stop you.
Medb:
...But I can't afford to lose. Come, Spriggan!
Dr. Roman:
Even more of them!? Can Queen Medb really create an infinite number of soldiers!?
--BATTLE--
Nightingale:
I would hesitate to call it infinite.
Nightingale:
It may be infinite given enough time, but we're defeating them faster than they're being created.
Nightingale:
You could say that we're cornering her, both in Magecraft and science.
Nightingale:
However–
Medb:
–H-Haha. Hahahahaha!
Medb:
...Cornered? ME? Opposite. It's the opposite.
Medb:
I'm the one cornering you. Come visit the White House.
Rama:
Tch...She's staying out of range. So she knows that “Brahmastra” is a throwing weapon.
Nightingale:
Let's go, everyone...Although we may not make it in time.
Fujimaru 1:
Make it in time?
Fujimaru 2:
For what?
Nightingale:
...I don't know, but it seems like they're hiding a secret weapon.
Nightingale:
Her smile wasn't because this is too easy for her,nor was it an attempt to mock us.
Nightingale:
That was the smile of a predator.
Nightingale:
It was an unbearably sadistic smile, made right when she destroys something dear to us.
Nightingale:
But it's not towards us. If it was, she would have used the trump card immediately.
Nightingale:
In that case–
Rama:
Yes, I understand what you're trying to say, Nightingale. However, we must still pursue her.
Rama:
Now, we head to the White House!
--ARROW--
Beowulf:
...Ugh!
Li Shuwen:
–This is “Stalking Tiger,” a Bajiquan technique. Kung Fu that's been refined through thousands of years.
Li Shuwen:
Like how mere fistfighting evolved into boxing,we developed fights to the death into techniques.
Li Shuwen:
...This nation is the same. It's not something you should stick your hands into.
Beowulf:
Heh...Seriously...Dammit, hitting that big Grendel was a lot easier.
Li Shuwen:
Parrying incoming attacks is part of the technique. Try learning some boxing skills before your next summon.
Beowulf:
...Hah...Sorry, but I refuse.
Beowulf:
Thinking in the middle of a fistfight is like trying to wake yourself from a dream. Isn't it?
Edison:
Okay! That should do it...
Blavatsky:
Mr. Edison...You should hurry and send the troops back.
Edison:
Hm?
Blavatsky:
Just have them retreat! Hurry!
Robin Hood:
What, retreat?
Elisabeth:
Hey, we're winning. What's this all of a sudden?
Robin Hood:
Who knows. You'd probably have to ask Edison to find–
Robin Hood:
Wh-What!?
Elisabeth:
Aughhhhhhh!
Edison:
C-Calm down! It's just an earthquake, settle down!
Blavatsky:
No, this is no mere earthquake! Augh!
Edison:
Blavatsky?
Mash:
Master. The White House...It's transformed...
Dr. Roman:
Wh-What the hell is this!? Are you telling me that this is truly the White House!?
Rama:
...Hm. Such extremely poor taste. The original White House was far more beautiful.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Hey.
Rama:
...Cú Chulainn!
Mash:
Queen Medb!
Medb:
Hey, Demi-Servant. Don't utter my name so casually.
Medb:
I'm in a bad mood, mind if I kill you?
Mash:
!!!
Nightingale:
Leave this place. Your wickedness is no illness. You were born with it.
Nightingale:
I'd say you're in good health. Although you're still wicked.
Medb:
What?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Stand back, Medb. She's got business with me.
Medb:
What are you going to do to Cú?
Nightingale:
That goes without saying. I'm a nurse. A nurse must fulfill her duty.
Medb:
Huh? With Cú? As a nurse?
Nightingale:
In other words, I intend to treat him.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...What a simplistic reason. However, as my enemy, I intend to kill you.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
An enemy is an enemy, even if they're a nurse. It's simple.
Nightingale:
Feel free to do as you please. I'll treat you, and you'll kill me.
Nightingale:
While contradictory, that's how we should be. One thing to say before combat.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
What?
Nightingale:
You are ill. I recommend suicide, or allowing yourself to be defeated.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'm not really one to talk, but you're pretty crazy, aren't you? What you're saying is pretty ridiculous.
Nightingale:
–You can't feel joy.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Say that again?
Nightingale:
No, that's not quite right. It's not that you can't, it's that you don't.
Nightingale:
Becoming king didn't stop you from feeling joy. It only sealed your joy away.
Medb:
...Shut your mouth, nurse.
Nightingale:
You've trapped yourself in a cage, ceding your body to a “system” called a “king. ”
Nightingale:
Since you feel no joy, you fight automatically and mechanically. If you don't do so, you can't continue being king.
Medb:
Didn't I tell you to shut up!?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You talk like you've seen it for yourself. Did we have some sort of connection in our past life?
Nightingale:
No, I haven't seen it myself. I simply know, because that's how I used to be.
Nightingale:
I cast aside my own humanity,working only to fulfill my goal.
Nightingale:
I had to pay a price for that,but I didn't mind.
Nightingale:
I was fine being nothing more than a healing machine.
Nightingale:
Of course, I can't deny that it's a twisted way of life. Nothing changed from when I was alive, working tenaciously at patient's bedside.
Nightingale:
But still, I didn't mind. I simply wanted to help expand to the world, with an iron body and an iron will.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Nightingale:
The hope for medical treatment. The delight of recovery. These things were needed in the world at the time.
Nightingale:
For that, I abandoned everything I had, but I have no regrets!
Nightingale:
–So let me ask, king of savages. Is your rule truly necessary?
Nightingale:
What prospects for the future do you have? Where do you aim to be, after all is done?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Who knows.
Nightingale:
You have nothing. Your deeds are like severe burns. That's why–you and I are different.
Nightingale:
My blood boils, for the sake of dreams. Your blood has grown thick and cold, for the sake of ambition.
Nightingale:
That is your illness. Allow me to treat you, Cú Chulainn.
Nightingale:
Even if I die, I must treat you.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...You done talking? Your lecture was so crazy that I actually couldn't help but listen.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Ill. Ill. Illness, huh? I see, I get it. Pretty fitting. I was used to things like curses and wounds, but—
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'd never actually suffered from illness before. This what you'd call “seeing the light,” iron woman.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That must mean this overbearing sense of fatigue is an illness.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
If this body is healed, and this blood is purified, I might return to my senses.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–But that's not possible. I think you're well aware of that.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You know, in this world there are incurable diseases that you can never recover from, right?
Nightingale:
–!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Well then. Here I go!
Medb:
...Let's go, Cú!
Medb:
I'm Medb, queen of Connacht. I won't lose to people like you!
Rama:
I am Rama, king of Kosala. This task was handed down to me, by those who have fallen.
Rama:
So long as you threaten to destroy this world–my fighting spirit, my will shall never falter.
Rama:
In the name of my wife Sita,I swear by the name of the god I hold faith in.
Rama:
I shall smite thee as an iron hammer. Prepare yourself, Queen Medb!
--BATTLE--
Rama:
–Right there! “Brahmastra! ”
Mash:
...We did it...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Medb:
Uh–Ugh–
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Tch. You're in pretty bad shape, Medb.
Medb:
Yes, Cú. I feel like I could die at any moment. But I fulfilled my role...
Medb:
I really, really did it.... Will you praise me?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
—Yeah. You did pretty well.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You defended your nation, as queen. You're a pretty capable woman, when you try.
Medb:
...I'm glad. That's all I wanted to hear.
Medb:
That was enough to save me. My wish came true.
Medb:
You've finally–become mine.
Fujimaru 1:
What's this “role? ”
Fujimaru 2:
What did you do?
Medb:
Ahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Don't you know my name?
Medb:
I'm Medb! Queen Medb! Don't you know of my greatest work, from my legend?
Medb:
The “Clan Calatin! ” A group of warriors to defeat the peerless hero, Cú Chulainn!
Rama:
So that's your trump card? Very well then, summon them!
Medb:
...Ahaha...That's wrong, so wrong. It's completely different from what you imagine!
Medb:
Completely, and totally wrong!
Nightingale:
......
Dr. Roman:
...Wait. Is that possible? Should it even be possible!?
Dr. Roman:
A Heroic Spirit can't possibly come up with something that terrifying! I mean, is it even possible through Magecraft!?
Dr. Roman:
Queen Medb! This is something not even Solomon dared try!
Mash:
Doctor!? Doctor, what exactly is happening!?
Mash:
There's nothing strange here—
Nightingale:
The North Army!
Dr. Roman:
That's right! THAT was summoned on them just now!
Fujimaru 1:
Don't tell me that's...
Fujimaru 2:
A Demon God Pillar?
Dr. Roman:
...I've confirmed 28 Demon God Pillars at the northern front!
Mash:
...What?
Dr. Roman:
To summon an entire pack of Demon God Pillars by shoving them into the framework of “Clan Calatin! ”
Dr. Roman:
It's theoretically possible for a wielder of the Holy Grail. It's definitely possible...But a total of 28 of them!?
Rama:
Is that really possible!?
Nightingale:
Her wish must have been that powerful. More so than any other to date.
Nightingale:
–If it was for that man. She would offer any sacrifice. Even her own life.
Mash:
Doctor, the Servants on the northern front!
Elisabeth:
...What is this!?
Robin Hood:
That's, you know...A major boss.
Elisabeth:
Why would something like that appear here!? Is our [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet] okay!?
Robin Hood:
...We've received a transmission. It seems they're fine.
Robin Hood:
In other words, the enemy sent these here to crush us instead!
Elisabeth:
...
Beowulf:
...There's no way to win. It's a whole group of Demon God Pillars.
Beowulf:
They aren't something that mere Servants can handle. However, escaping is impossible, too.
Beowulf:
Well, this just means we've got to give up. Li Shuwen, they'd be too much even for you.
Li Shuwen:
...As I'd expect.
Edison:
...This is the end.
Blavatsky:
Edison?
Edison:
There's no way to win against this! Look, just look!
Edison:
There's 28 of them!
Edison:
Even a single one would require multiple Servants to defeat!
Blavatsky:
Edison! Calm yourself! You mustn't panic!
Edison:
It seems...Justice is defeated...
Blavatsky:
...
Elisabeth:
......Hey, lion head.
Edison:
...Lion head? Lion...There's no lion here...Oh, you must mean me! Wh-What is it, horned lady?
Elisabeth:
Well you see—Quit your whining!
Edison:
Aah, my ear!?
Elisabeth:
It's true that we're in a pinch, in trouble, in a catastrophe! But that [♂ Puppy /♀ Deerlet] trusted us to do this!
Elisabeth:
If we can hold out here, we win! If we give up now, the front will collapse, right!?
Robin Hood:
That's right, but these things are on a different level. Would our attacks even be effective?
Elisabeth:
Even if they aren't effective, it's fine if we just survive! I don't care what anyone says, I won't lose!
Elisabeth:
No, I can't stand losing to them! They killed my rival...They killed my friend Nero!
Robin Hood:
Sure, that's fine, but...
Elisabeth:
Huh?
Robin Hood:
Hey you– Get out of the way!
Elisabeth:
Aaaaah!?
Robin Hood:
Above you! You've got to look above you! And wipe those tears.
Elisabeth:
...I-I know that! Let's pull ourselves together and fight, Greenie!
Robin Hood:
I've got a name, learn it already! ...So, Old Man Edison?
Robin Hood:
What will you do? You can try to run, if you want.
Robin Hood:
We can still buy time, if you go now.
Edison:
......
Elisabeth:
Now, bring it on! Clan Calatin!
Elisabeth:
I, Elisabeth Báthory–will send you to your death with my hit song!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...You leaving now?
Medb:
Yes, I am. I entrust the Grail to you.
Medb:
Farewell, Cú Chulainn. May we meet again sometime, somewhere–
Mash:
...Cú Chulainn. Are you–
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–I've always been one to take the long road. I never had much luck with good women. It never lasted.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
But all the bad women flock to me. Medb was especially tenacious, more so than briar vines...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Sheesh. The moment she becomes good, she disappears looking satisfied.
Rama:
He seems a little different?
Mash:
...He's more like when we met in Fuyuki...
Dr. Roman:
Just slightly, but the magical energy surrounding him has weakened.
Dr. Roman:
The era's ability to correct itself probably strengthened, because the one who wished Cú Chulainn into kingship vanished.
Dr. Roman:
It's basically like a 0% chance became 3%...But now there's a possibility!
Dr. Roman:
Listen, you have to defeat Cú Chulainn, before the northern front collapses! That's the last chance to repair this era!
Section 22: Shielder, Master, Soldier, Nurse
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Okay. Then let's get the killing started.
Rama:
Mad King.... Do you intend to hand over the Grail?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Not at all. That was my geis. While Medb may have been a helplessly wicked woman–
Cú Chulainn Alter:
She used a wish granter with the power to dominate an era without hesitation to seize just the heart of one man...Me.
** 😗*
–Very well, this is my wish: To make Cú Chulainn king. A wicked king, enough to rival even me.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
For her, I may have been a toy to discard when she got tired of me, but I should admire her spirit at least.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
That's why I've abandoned all joy, and continue to fight. Now, and forever.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Besides, all of you—
Cú Chulainn Alter:
You've gotten in my way so many times until now. Do you think I'd just let you live?
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Come, brats. What happens when you pick fights with an Ulster warrior—
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I'll teach you by tearing your bodies to pieces, and crushing your very bones!
Rama:
Mash! Master! This is the final battle! Don't back down now! If you let down your guard for even a moment, we'll die!
Fou:
Fou! Fou! Fou!
Mash:
...Let's go! Master, bring us victory!
--BATTLE--
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...
Mash:
His form...changed!?
Dr. Roman:
It seems the Holy Grail's wish is still driving him. “A better king”–in his case, “stronger. ”
Dr. Roman:
He's going to attack with even more strength than before! Be careful!
Elisabeth:
...Hah ...Hah ...Hah!
Robin Hood:
–Oh tree of mourning, sharpen your fangs! “Yew Bow! ”
Robin Hood:
Oh man, this isn't good. It's not working at all!
Elisabeth:
Manager, give me some water! My throat's all dry!
Robin Hood:
...By manager, you mean me!? That being said, I do have water!
Elisabeth:
I won't lose!
--BATTLE--
Blavatsky:
...Edison, Mr. Edison. You already know, don't you?
Edison:
...
Blavatsky:
Stand up. Stand, and fight.
Blavatsky:
Aren't you an American? Aren't you a pioneer who traded the sword for an axe and gun?
Blavatsky:
While you believe in the occult,you refused to rely on such powers.
Blavatsky:
That aspect of you was why I shared a friendship with you–
Blavatsky:
That's why everyone followed you. To reject the unknown and dream of the future. That was your greatest merit.
Blavatsky:
Now, you must–
Edison:
......
Elisabeth:
Ah, oh no!
Robin Hood:
Hey, lady!?
Elisabeth:
...???
Elisabeth:
Huh? I'm fine?
Edison:
–How difficult it truly is to stand up and fight.
Blavatsky:
That's right. It is difficult.
Edison:
But one is a hero because one treads past countless despair.
Edison:
If I keep forcing such burdens upon such a little lady...I'd be a disgrace to America!
Edison:
Hahahaha! I'll show you the heroic figure of the true King of Inventions! “World Faith Domination! ”
Elisabeth:
...Amazing!
Edison:
I know, right?
Elisabeth:
With that, my live concert can shine brighter than usual! All glittery! And sparkly! And dragony!
Edison:
...I never assumed it would be used like that...
Blavatsky:
Edison has now stood up as well.
Blavatsky:
But...Even if all five of us fight,I don't know how many more minutes we can last.
Blavatsky:
...If only there was something else...Something that would give us an edge...
--ARROW--
Mash:
His form...Again!
Rama:
We should be wearing him down,but it doesn't feel like that at all!
Rama:
As expected of the Child of Light. He might just be the strongest Lancer in the world!
Rama:
Still–we cannot lose.
Dr. Roman:
Y-You need to hurry! The northern front won't hold much longer!
Dr. Roman:
Just a reminder. If they lose, America loses! At that point, it's highly likely this era will collapse!
Mash:
Understood, Doctor...But...But!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
–Not enough. This still isn't enough to defeat me!
Rama:
We need to do it! Master, please give us your orders!
Rama:
We need to trust the guys at the northern front!
Fujimaru 1:
Got it!
Fujimaru 2:
Full speed ahead!
Fou:
Fou!
--BATTLE--
Robin Hood:
Gah!?
Blavatsky:
You need healing...Augh!
Edison:
Robin Hood! Blavatsky!
Li Shuwen:
Guh...Something of this size is difficult to knock chi into...
Edison:
No one can go on...I must at least evacuate everyone else–
Elisabeth:
What would be the point in that, you idiot!? I-I can...still fight!
Elisabeth:
Guh...
Edison:
No, you mustn't move......You can't fight anymore...
Elisabeth:
Desertion...Treason...Back talk! Those are the things I hate the most...So...
Elisabeth:
I can...Still fight!
Edison:
...Then I have no choice!
Edison:
Blavatsky! Take care of them!
Edison:
Noble Phantasm overload–“World Faith Domination! ”
Blavatsky:
Wait...Self-destruction!?
Edison:
Don't stop me! This is the only thing I can think of now!
Robin Hood:
Hey, stop it, Old Man Edison!
Li Shuwen:
I admire your courage,but you might not even last one minute!
Edison:
I don't care!
Edison:
I have a duty to protect you–everyone, for a little while longer!
Edison:
Not as the Presi-king of America! Not as King of Inventions! Not even as Thomas Alva Edison!
Edison:
But because I am human!
Edison:
I have a duty as a human who, in the distant future, will exploit this land and inhabit this nation!
Blavatsky:
Edison...You mustn't...
Edison:
Farewell, my friends. Trust in Fujimaru.
Edison:
I'm sure [♂ he /♀ she] will surely lead you to victory–
Blavatsky:
Edison!
Elisabeth:
...
Robin Hood:
...
Li Shuwen:
...
Blavatsky:
...Huh...
Edison:
...What...
H：???:
–Hahahahaha! How unsightly! How unsightly of you, Edison!
H：???:
You're ordinary after all, unfit to stand before me! Hang your head in shame, and begone immediately!
Edison:
...This...This disgusting voice...And this pointless laugh...
Edison:
D-Don't tell me...You're...
H：???:
I'll tell you! I am the true genius, the one given the duty of pioneering the stars, I am—
Edison:
Hysteric! It's you, Mr. Hysteric—!
Nikola Tesla:
I'm Nikola Tesla!
Blavatsky:
You're kidding! Nikola Tesla!?
Edison:
Guh, nnnnn! To appear at a time like this, as always...
Edison:
What a man with good timing you are! And you say that you of all people, intend to help me!?
Nikola Tesla:
You must be joking! Even if I was summoned a thousand times, I would never help you!
Nikola Tesla:
I intend to save this era–And those whom I owe a debt to.
Nikola Tesla:
I caused them a bit of trouble in England, after all.
Nikola Tesla:
That relic from the Age of Gods is destined to disappear, due to the power of electricity I paved the path to.
Nikola Tesla:
Edison. Just stand aside and witness the beauty of my grand lightning!
Nikola Tesla:
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Edison:
Mmph, that laugh sounds like he's been practicing it every morning in front of a mirror! Such meticulous planning, fit for a genius!
Edison:
But don't mess with me, Tesla! In the end, you're nothing more than an eccentric that stood out!
Edison:
A true genius is universal! You're not one to talk! You couldn't even find a wife! You stayed single your whole life!
Nikola Tesla:
–Fool. That just means no woman was able to match me. Genius begets a solitary life. You really are an ordinary man.
Edison:
I'm not ordinary! I'm a CEO! I'm tired of seeing geniuses! People like Bell!
Edison:
A CEO must use geniuses well! You don't even understand that!? Fool! You fool!
Robin Hood:
...Hey. Old Man Edison. Isn't he being really childish right now!?
Blavatsky:
–Yes, yes. Okay, geniuses. It's about time to start dealing with reality.
Blavatsky:
Even the power of electricity can't defeat these monsters.
Nikola Tesla:
...Hmph. I wasn't summoned by that strange man to defeat those things.
Nikola Tesla:
That Master is the one fighting, correct? Then, I simply have to keep these monsters sealed away.
Edison:
...An electrical cage.
Nikola Tesla:
Hah. I suppose even an ordinary man would realize it if I gave away these many hints.
Nikola Tesla:
Now, out of the way! “System Keraunos! ”
Nikola Tesla:
Feel the power of the thunder and lightning of a new legend!
Nikola Tesla:
What!? Maybe I held back too much!
Edison:
–Hah!
Edison:
You always choke at the very end. That's why people never write decent biographies about you.
Edison:
By the way, my biography is distributed globally.
Nikola Tesla:
Why you!
Edison:
This is true electricity, true thunder!
Nikola Tesla:
...Tch.
Edison:
...Tch.
Nikola Tesla:
Fine, we must work together. Of course, since I have the higher power output. Sync with me.
Edison:
That much I agree with. All right then. I'll overload it a bit and continuously hit those eerie monsters–
Nikola Tesla:
Yes. We'll hit them with enough lightning to keep killing an immortal monster until the end of time.
Nikola Tesla:
...Here goes!
Edison:
–Got it. Noble Phantasm–activate!
Nikola Tesla:
Thunder and lighting, descend!
Edison:
Bring light to this world that has plunged into darkness!
Both:
–“World Faith Domination! ”–“System Keraunos! ”
Edison:
So, what do we do now?
Nikola Tesla:
I just told you! Our only duty is to keep those things sealed away!
Nikola Tesla:
I hate to admit it, but even among ancient relics that should vanish one day, some items have their uses.
Edison:
That's...
Blavatsky:
I'm observing an enormous amount of Ether!
Edison:
What!? What exactly is happening–
E：???:
–Expanding sacred domain. Domain secured. Setting divine punishment enforcement limits. Calculating amount of time needed for magical energy convergence and acceleration.
E：???:
–Countdown.
Robin Hood:
It's Arjuna!
Arjuna:
Please evacuate at once, if you could. I'll try to keep the range as small as possible, but–
Arjuna:
I will sacrifice myself with this attack, after all. I won't be holding back.
Blavatsky:
...A weapon...From the Age of Gods...A Divine Construct?
Robin Hood:
G-Get away! We'll be consumed by it too!
Arjuna:
By the rage of Shiva, your life ends here. “Pashupata”– Take this!
Blavatsky:
...You're kidding...He did it?
Arjuna:
I hope this is–enough to atone for my actions.
Arjuna:
Karna...How you felt...Now I...finally...
Edison:
We won...
Nikola Tesla:
It would seem so...
Elisabeth:
We really did it, Robin!
Robin Hood:
...Although I've got mixed feelings, as a fellow Archer. Man, it's a big world out there.
Li Shuwen:
...Now that I've finished my duty here,I must hurry and attend to my other business.
Li Shuwen:
Pardon me.
Edison:
Hahaha!
Edison:
His Noble Phantasm may have dealt the finishing blow, but it was MY electrical skills that contained those giants!
Nikola Tesla:
Cease your delusions, Edison. You were simply backup. Mere support.
Nikola Tesla:
It was Nikola Tesla's electricity that sealed those monsters. If I had full power, I could've blown up the whole continent!
Edison:
...Hmm, I could argue about that if I wanted to, but...I'm in an extremely good mood right now.
Edison:
I'll just leave it at that. Period, times infinity.
Nikola Tesla:
What?
Edison:
...What? Do you want to fight?
Nikola Tesla:
–Of course not. I wouldn't lend an ear to the jokes of an ordinary man–
Edison:
Oops, my hand slipped.
Nikola Tesla:
Oops, my electricity slipped.
Edison:
...
Nikola Tesla:
...
Elisabeth:
Um, they've started fighting.
Robin Hood:
Just leave them. The war's over. They're free to hurt each other however they want.
Blavatsky:
...Even the articles of William Hearst wouldn't contain such absurd spectacles.
Blavatsky:
–Heh, but those two are both heading down the proper path...
Blavatsky:
That path just happens to be narrow,so they always end up fighting each other.
Blavatsky:
In the past, those who wished to see happiness for others were forced to take up the sword.
Blavatsky:
If they didn't rule through violence, no one would know happiness.
Blavatsky:
...But those two were different. They fought not with swords, but with their intellect.
Blavatsky:
In other words, they're proof that humanity slowly progressed–the fruit of history itself.
Blavatsky:
Do you understand that, Beowulf? Your side never had a chance of victory from the very start.
Blavatsky:
They've brought happiness and fortune to far more people...than your side ever could.
Beowulf:
...So it's not an era of strength anymore, huh? How sad.
Blavatsky:
Perhaps so. To move forward and make progress, something must be lost.
Blavatsky:
Brilliant tales of heroes vanish,and what's left is mostly bland and uninteresting–
Blavatsky:
But these scholars and eccentrics share the same passion of “making a nameless someone happy” and work their hardest to achieve that.
Beowulf:
...I see. But for now, you still need some strength like mine, right?
Blavatsky:
That's right. Farewell, Beowulf.
Blavatsky:
Hope you're summoned by Fujimaru next time.
Beowulf:
Hahahahaha! Sounds great, that may give me more fun than I had this time!
--ARROW--
Dr. Roman:
Y-You, you did it–! Everyone, we won!
Dr. Roman:
The “Clan Calatin” at the northern front has completely vanished!
Dr. Roman:
And Cú Chulainn's finished as well!
Mash:
Confirmed Spirit Origin collapse! Heroic Spirit Cú Chulainn's materialization is fading!
Rama:
This is the end, Cú Chulainn!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Tch. Geez, looks like I've lost my touch...
Cú Chulainn Alter:
...Well. This is the end of the Mad King Cú Chulainn's role.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
However–before I'm done, I've got to summon the Demon God guarding the Holy Grail.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Good luck, brats.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
O Holy Grail. The ultimate vessel to make wishes come true.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Manifest. Remember. You have joined the 72 Demon Gods!
Rama:
There's still more!? Ugh, my Noble Phantasm's has just about run out.
Rama:
Cú Chulainn...is far too powerful!
Mash:
No way...We're already at the limit of our power! We can't keep fighting consecutive battles like this—
Nightingale:
I shall sever all that is poisonous,and all that is harmful–Nightingale Pledge!
Rama:
My wounds!
Nightingale:
–Master, now is the time to save lives. I shall treat your wounds. Everything will be as it was before.
Nightingale:
Over, and over, as many times as it takes. To crush the outrageous, to overcome despair.
Nightingale:
For that, I offer everything I have.
Mash:
Nightingale!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
One of the 72 Demon God Pillars...Rank number 38. The Demon of War, Halphas.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
War will never vanish from this world. Weapons will never disappear from this world.
Cú Chulainn Alter:
Mortals are fated to continue fighting,turning like screws in an endless cycle.
Nightingale:
–No! No! I deny it! I shall shout it tens of thousands of times!
Nightingale:
When the lives saved outnumber those lost,the spiral of conflict should eventually cease turning!
Nightingale:
No, I'll MAKE it cease. That is my task, as a Servant.
Nightingale:
So begone from this world, Demon God. I shall never give up, even if it means a thousand deaths!
Cú Chulainn Alter:
I am the one who bestows conflict. You who wish for peace in your hearts...You are unnecessary!
--BATTLE--
Mash:
Holy Grail recovery...Mission complete! But...There were too many sacrifices...
Rama:
What are you saying? We're Servants. We were summoned to fight, and destined to fight for salvation.
Rama:
This battle was on an epochal scale.
Rama:
Some might regret that they never finish the fight, but none of them run away from it.
Rama:
See them off with a smile.
Elisabeth:
Sigh, I'm tired! France, then Rome, and now America!
Elisabeth:
Sheesh, you should know when to stop calling for encores.
Robin Hood:
You've already been summoned three times!? Why? Is there some sort of demand for virgin girls?
Elisabeth:
W-Wh-Who are you calling a virgin!? If you say it again, I'll hit you with my mic, you pervert!
Robin Hood:
Yeah, yeah. Still, I'd say our Master's pretty good.
Robin Hood:
This is the fifth one, right? How many hells have they ventured into...
Elisabeth:
Yes, although they're still far from my ideal Master–
Elisabeth:
But I quite like their spirit,constantly reaching for the stars!
Elisabeth:
Anyway, Robin. I'll be going first.
Robin Hood:
Yeah, take care. Sigh, I wonder if I'll be called again.
Robin Hood:
...Maybe I should study up on effective traps,for every era and location.
Blavatsky:
Mr. Edison. The world was saved, isn't that wonderful?
Edison:
Yes...That's right, this was for the best.
Edison:
We are “e pluribus unum. ”Even America cannot stand alone.
Edison:
I gave in to despair, and thought only of this nation...That was my first blunder.
Blavatsky:
...I think that's fine.
Blavatsky:
In the end, it's because you fought back that you were able to keep this nation safe before they arrived.
Blavatsky:
There might be countless mistakes during the process, but finding the correct answer from those is what Edison does best, right?
Edison:
...That's right.
Nikola Tesla:
–Hah. Just like an ordinary man of action.
Nikola Tesla:
You encounter needless troubles because you rush blindly into challenges without understanding the theories.
Edison:
...What, you mean empty theories? Like those of a certain someone.
Nikola Tesla:
Huh?
Edison:
What?
Blavatsky:
You two could at least try to get along when it's time to depart...
Blavatsky:
...It's about time. Mr. Edison, I'm glad I was able to fight alongside you.
Blavatsky:
Mr. Tesla, I recognize you're a genius,but you should learn to fit in with others.
Blavatsky:
...I say that, but I suppose you're a genius because you didn't learn to fit in...
Blavatsky:
It seems difficult to be a genius.
Edison:
–Good grief. To think I'd join forces with you of all people to save this nation.
Nikola Tesla:
There are things unthinkable in our lifetimes. That's just what it means to be a Servant, Mr. Ordinary.
Edison:
–Hah. I will be summoned again, and this time–I will fight for [♂ his /♀ her] sake.
Edison:
This time as a proper Servant...along with Karna and Blavatsky.
Nikola Tesla:
...Hmph. This is as irritating as static electricity. To think my conclusions are the same as an ordinary man's.
Nikola Tesla:
Yes—but it's the truth. If opportunity arises, this thunder god shall fight for humanity. Though...
Nikola Tesla:
I'll have no issues if I'm summoned first,but that is something that depends on luck...
Mash:
Nightingale!
Nightingale:
Yes?
Mash:
When I was about to fall to my knees,your voice helped me stand again.
Mash:
...Thank you very much!
Nightingale:
There's no need to thank me. That's how our agreement was originally, anyway.
Nightingale:
–It seems the treatment is complete. We healed the injuries of an entire nation, not just an individual.
Fujimaru 1:
Yeah, thanks to you.
Fujimaru 2:
Thank you.
Nightingale:
While gratitude is unnecessary, I'll accept it respectfully. However, in exchange...
Nightingale:
Please, allow me to shake your hand, [♂ Mr. /♀ Ms. ] Fujimaru.
Nightingale:
My secret pleasure was to shake a patient's hand like this when they were discharged from hospital.
Fujimaru 1:
Of course, gladly.
Nightingale:
Don't worry, I'll adjust my strength accordingly. Anyway, stay healthy, my Master.
Fujimaru 2:
You have a rather cute side.
Nightingale:
...Cute isn't quite the right expression. Joy of this sort is just good etiquette as a nurse.
Nightingale:
...Good grief. To think you're still well enough to make such a bad joke. It seems I've underestimated you, Master.
Dr. Roman:
Sorry to interrupt a good scene. With the Holy Grail's recovery, the era correction will begin soon!
Dr. Roman:
Preparations for the Rayshift are complete. It's time to part ways.
Dr. Roman:
This time...there were far too many Servants who had to die for us to get to this point.
Dr. Roman:
While I know parting is sad and painful, you still emerged victorious.
Dr. Roman:
You can return with pride. That's the greatest respect you can pay them.
Mash:
Yes...Anyway, Nightingale,we'll be going now—
Nightingale:
Miss Mash. Before that, may I have a word?
Nightingale:
My wish is to eliminate hospitals from the world.
Nightingale:
That is, adequate medical care being available in every home.
Nightingale:
I didn't think that, even after 100 years, it wouldn't have been achieved...
Nightingale:
But there's one thing I still believe in. That someday, illness will be eradicated completely.
Nightingale:
No more patients will die filled with despair and resentment.
Nightingale:
I'll no longer have to oversee the final agonizing moments of soldiers that have respected me.
Nightingale:
That's why I fought. Both now, and forever into the future.
Nightingale:
There's no reason for you to feel any guilt. I did this for my own goals.
Nightingale:
You too must continue to live...for yours.
Mash:
...Yes. Thank you very much, Chief Nurse.
Nightingale:
Miss Mash. Dreams and wishes are different things.
Nightingale:
My wish isn't my dream. The moment people classify something as a dream, they misunderstand it as something far away.
Nightingale:
Constantly facing reality, understanding the numbers, and fighting thoroughly is what opens a path to one's wishes.
Nightingale:
Sobbing must be trampled, resignation must be crushed. –That is the one and only path that humans can walk.
Nightingale:
Master. I have as much trust in you as my kindred spirit, Sidney Herbert.
Nightingale:
Please, continue to support Miss Mash. May there always be light along your path.
Nightingale:
Farewell. I look forward to the day we meet again.
Mash:
...The path to one's wishes...is opened by fighting...
Rama:
Ahem, it seems I'm the last. Mash, Master...
Rama:
My wish has not been fulfilled yet, but still...I'm proud of many things that happened during this battle.
Rama:
I was able to rescue Sita. In record time, no less.
Rama:
But above all, I was able to meet you. I find this bond as precious as Sita and my younger brother Lakshmana.
Rama:
If I could become your Servant once again,that would bring me the greatest joy possible.
Rama:
Thus, this is the only thing I have to say. –May we meet again!
Mash:
Yes. See you again!
Li Shuwen:
...So it was no good.
Scáthach:
...No, that's not true.
Li Shuwen:
...I'm quite surprised.
Scáthach:
Taking a lethal wound and still surviving is how a Servant is, and how I am.
Scáthach:
All that means is some of the skills I've acquired over my long life have proven useful.
Scáthach:
Still, Cú Chulainn really was the strongest. Even though their timing was impeccable...To think they could actually defeat him...
Li Shuwen:
I should say I'm impressed.
Scáthach:
Now then, that leaves just one more promise–
Scáthach:
Very well, I'll fulfill my agreement. Although, now with the Holy Grail's power gone, this world is correcting itself.
Scáthach:
There's time for a single round at most–
Li Shuwen:
I don't mind. After fighting with Beowulf,I think a single strike is my limit now.
Li Shuwen:
Your proposition is convenient for me, if anything.
Scáthach:
...I see. Although simply vanishing would be less painful, I'd imagine.
Li Shuwen:
A chance to fight the famed queen of the Land of Shadows? If I miss this chance, it'll probably be gone for eternity.
Li Shuwen:
I don't mind if it's just a single round. Scáthach, do you happen to know my nickname?
Scáthach:
...Yes. Your nickname means that you only need one strike to defeat any opponent. Something that any warrior would admire.
Scáthach:
“No Second Strike”– If so, I shall put everything I have behind this single strike as well.
Li Shuwen:
–Heh. I'd want no less.
Scáthach:
–Very well.
Both:
An honest–
Both:
Match!
Dr. Roman:
–Hey, you managed to pull through again, somehow.
Dr. Roman:
This means the United States of America, a nation essential to history, was successfully established.
Dr. Roman:
In any case, good work. We'll secure the Holy Grail that you recovered.
Dr. Roman:
Both of you should go back to your rooms and get some rest. I'll tell you about the next plan later.
Mash:
Understood, Doctor. Let's get going to our rooms, Senpai.
Mash:
May I ask something? Many sad things happened on this journey, as always.
Mash:
That's why it might be a little–inappropriate, to say something like this.
Mash:
But...I'm having fun.
Mash:
Travelling to different parts of the world and eras with you. We meet many people and heroes.
Mash:
This time, we went to America, and got to meet regional heroes like Geronimo and Billy...
Mash:
And we got to witness Nightingale's incredibly strong conviction.
Mash:
Putting good and bad aside–even the enemies we met with possessed vivid personalities, in their own ways.
Mash:
...It's amazing. I'm sure no mage could experience such a journey.
Mash:
Our journey will never go down in history. It'll be one engraved only within our memories.
Mash:
I want to cherish these memories forever and ever.... That's how I feel.
Fujimaru 1:
I feel the same.
Fujimaru 2:
Let's cherish them.
Mash:
Anyway, I'll be going now.
Mash:
Oh, don't lie down right away just because you're tired.
Mash:
You should take a shower to relax your body before going to sleep.
Fujimaru 1:
Yup. Good night, see you tomorrow.
Fujimaru 2:
You did well, Mash.
Mash:
Yes. Let's do our best next time too.
Mash:
Huh?
Fou:
Fou?
Mash:
Sen...pai...S-Strange...I can't...stand—
Fujimaru 1:
...Mash?
Fou:
Fou! Fou, fo—u!