Fate/Aria of Rotten Gold is a sub-mission of Trailblaze Continuance Fate/Return of Starry Sea in the chapter Sweet Dreams and the Holy Grail.
Steps[]
- Head into the Grand Theater and unmask the mastermind
- Continue forward
- Report at the workplace
- Keep organizing the reports
- Talk to the strange man
- Go get some sleep
- Head to the conference room to schedule a meeting
- Meet an old friend from the Astral Express
- Go get some sleep
- Collect project proposals
- Take a break nearby
- Go catch up with the Astral Express
- Avoid the crowd blocking your way
- Proceed toward the destined path
- Defeat Miss Note
- Chat with the Masters
- Chat with the Servants
- Time to settle the score with Old Oti
Gameplay Notes[]
- This sub-mission is considered a challenge, and pressing Esc offers the option to "Pause and Save" or "Quit Completely" to exit.
- If "Quit Completely" is selected, the sub-mission may be restarted through the Mission menu.
- This mission requires the use of Saber, and provides her for use as a Story character.
Dialogue[]
Head into the Grand Theater and unmask the mastermind[]
Mission DescriptionSo this was their big move with the all-powerful Holy Grail? Now you're really curious about what kind of wish that stumpy old man is trying to make.
- Lancer: It's a mockery of a war, but you set it up so intricately... I don't get it.
- Lancer: The Twelve Hours that referenced the passage of time, and this "moon" placed right at the heart of it all.
- Lancer: Anyone with magecraft training can feel power continuously flowing into this place, but this world has no "magecraft" or "mages."
- Lancer: So, did you really design this whole Holy Grail War, old man? You don't exactly look like a mage.
- Old Oti: Ohohoho! The sharp instincts of a businessman are enough for me to know where and when to make my moves, and the Holy Grail has told me everything I need to know.
- Old Oti: You are the Servant of that Galaxy Ranger... I didn't think your nose would be even sharper than the Bloodhound Family's minions.
- Old Oti: Is it really wise for you to charge in here on your own instead of loyally staying at your Master's side? That cowboy's in quite a pinch right now and would appreciate a speedy rescue...
- Lancer: What a pain. If I blow your head off right here, that'd save my metal clump of a Master too, no?
- Lancer: Let me offer you some advice from experience — the Holy Grail never grants wishes the way people expect. All it leaves behind are dead souls buried by their desires.
- Old Oti: Ohohoho! I appreciate the advice, truly. In that case, am I not giving the Holy Grail a new purpose? It'll become an entertainment spectacle much more worthy of investment than some wish-granting chalice.
- Lancer: Heh, "entertainment spectacle"... I get it now. That clicks pretty well with the essence of the Holy Grail. No wonder it managed to power this Holy Grail War.
- Lancer: I've been wondering what you could possibly put into the Holy Grail apart from wine, given this is a barren world where Mystics have completely degraded.
- Lancer: But if something could replace magical energy, and manage to infuse the Holy Grail with enough power to create miracles... well, that changes things entirely.
- Lancer: Instead of something that must maintain the Concealment of Mystics, the Holy Grail War will become a public entertainment spectacle instead.
- Lancer: Then, the people on this dream-soaked planet will come to believe in the miracle of the Holy Grail through learning its rituals and witnessing the summoning of Heroic Spirits.
- Lancer: And so, little by little, their wishes will turn into fuel, coating the Holy Grail in a fabricated miracle — and the farce you've orchestrated will end up stomping all over those wishes!
- Old Oti: Quite the impressive insight, Servant from another world. Your presence here was certainly a surprise to me, but you and your friends are needed. The Holy Grail needs more efficient fuel — and that means... you.
- Old Oti: Miss Note... No, ████. It's time for you to show Penacony your true charm.
- The curtain fell with a soft rustle, veiling the stage in silence.
- Miss Note: I did what you wanted me to do...
- Old Oti: Well done, my old friend. So many years have passed, but I still remember every performance you gave, every dance you danced, every melody you sang...
- Old Oti: You were like a blooming iris, but I prefer how you are now compared to your heydays on the stage... stripped of all the external pretenses, so simple, so ordinary.
- Miss Note: Enough, Oti. Outdated metaphors are as revolting as last night's leftovers. I've kept my promise. Now it's your turn.
- Old Oti: There's no rush, my old friend. Everything you desire can be obtained without magecraft or miracles — money is all it takes. The so-called Holy Grail is nothing more than a vessel crafted from gold.
- Old Oti: And the real stars of this show are about to make their entrance. Your job is to hold them off until the last step of the ritual is complete. Once that is done, I will honor my end of the deal.
- Miss Note: Oti, looks like your business acumen has rotted along with this world.
- Miss Note: I could barely restrain that one Servant, and now you expect me to take them all on?
- Old Oti: Ohohoho! Don't be so modest. Unlike Grady, you're a true artist! You had the talent to bring thousands of characters to life all on your own. You are the perfect counter to these "heroes."
- Old Oti: I will give you the power the Holy Grail has accumulated so you can crush them all. Then, this grand spectacle will come to a glorious finale!
- (Approach the marked location)
- Boothill: Fork it, wasn't that blue guy supposed to scout this place ahead of us? Haven't even heard a single peep from him so far... Could that old man have pulled a fast one on him?
- Saber: No signs of battle. This doesn't quite seem like something Lancer would do.
- Maybe he went fishing.
- Or is he lost?
- Archer: From what I know about that man, he might even stir up some pointless fights, just to walk away happy...
- Robin: Miss Note! I'm glad you're okay—
- Aventurine: Wait. Something's off. Miss Note, I trust that you've seen Lancer here, haven't you?
- Miss Note: Yes. He came to the Grand Theater with his spear raised and ready, eager to impale Old Oti on the curtain. I couldn't agree more with his approach...
- Miss Note: But I still have dreams left unfulfilled in this miraculous second life... So, I asked him to take a break.
- Miss Note: And I must insist that every one of you take a break as well... until Mr. Oti finishes the ritual.
- Miss Note: Fear not. There will be no pain. Please leave your passion and ambitions on the stage, like how actors shed their fatigue and makeup behind the curtains... and rest.
- (Cutscene begins)
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- Miss Note: Let the curtain fall, Canon Cancrizans!
- (Cutscene ends)
- Saber: Where's this...?
- Saber: How... is this possible...? Why am I in Britain?
- Where did she send us?
- Is this... your homeland?
- Saber: Yes. I remember it all... every tree, every blade of grass, the fields, the wind's scent, and this town... Does Caster think she can trap me with these memories?
- Saber: Hmph. This town is nothing less than where my life as a knight began.
- Young Village Neighbor: Oh! Artorius! Here to draw the sword, aren't you?
- Saber: You're calling me Artorius...? Is it Aiden?
- Young Village Neighbor: I knew it. That mage Merlin spun such a tall tale, something about "Whosoe'er pulleth out this sword of this stone is rightwise king of all England." Even an apprentice knight wouldn't be able to resist that.
- Young Village Neighbor: That being said... A little fellow like you drawing the sword and becoming king? I really can't picture that.
- Saber: ...Right. I agree. I hope the Sword in the Stone manages to pick the right king.
- Saber: Master. Let's go.
- What did he just call you...?
- Saber: Artorius. That is the male name I used. After all, a female king would have had a very difficult time ruling Britain back in those days.
- Saber: We've returned to the moment right before I drew the sword from the stone.
- Saber: ...I thought Caster would use monsters, foreign armies, or even dragons to trap us here.
- Saber: ...How I miss all this. I never returned here after I left as a knight. What we see before us is the childish dream I had when I was still just a nameless nobody.
- The girl seemed drawn by something. Her gaze wandered to the end of the path.
- Saber: ...What a shame. She's created such a fantasy for me, yet I don't even have a mount.
- Do you want to break free from this dream?
- Is there somewhere you want to go?
- I'll find you a Trampler...
- Saber: My greatest dream as a child was to have a mount of my own. To become a knight. To ride a horse. To follow this very path across the fields and reach the grasslands where Ector's house lies.
- Who's Ector?
- Saber: He's the old knight tasked with raising me... he was my "father" in a sense.
- Saber: He always wore a stern expression but laughed at the smallest things... He always told me that he hoped I'd become the "ideal king" for this land.
- Saber: But... in the end, he never got to see me become a king...
- Saber: I'm sorry, Master. I got carried away talking about my past. Now that we're here, how about we set aside our worries about illusions and dreams, and I'll show you around my hometown instead?
Continue forward[]
- (Approach the marked location)
- There, beneath a tree, a tiny knight doll rested, as if lost in a dream that would never end.
- Saber: If this is the soldier summoned by Caster, they must be an incredibly powerful opponent.
- It looks a bit like you.
- Whoa, that figurine looks totally rad!
- Was this wooden toy yours?
- Saber: I've never seen a toy like this. My first fifteen years were mostly spent caring for horses and honing my swordsmanship. During my breaks, a mage named Merlin would visit me in my dreams, and teach me about ruling as a king.
- Saber: What about you, Master? How did you spend your childhood? You've never talked about your past.
- Actually, I never went to school...
- Saber: Really? But you sound more knowledgeable than the bards of Camelot when you talk about all the news from the outside world.
- Saber: Humanity has entered the age of the stars. Wisdom that was once unimaginably arcane has now become common knowledge...
- I... don't remember a lot about my past...
- (Trailblazer): The only thing I remember is being woken up by someone in a space station.
- Saber: Really? ...No wonder your personality is so carefree. Is it because you don't have a past holding you back, Master?
- (Trailblazer): My earliest memory was boarding a train headed for the stars and meeting many kindred spirits as friends. Though I have no past, I have a future.
- I'm really lucky.
- (Trailblazer): I'm really lucky.
- I'm totally free.
- (Trailblazer): I'm totally free.
- I became the person I wanted to be.
- (Trailblazer): I became the person I wanted to be.
- Saber: Well... Even in the face of hardship, you are still continuing on your wonderful journey. I wish I did that in my life.
- Saber: Once upon a time, I also wanted to become a specific person. I wanted to save the land I stood on and the people who lived upon it. I wanted to repel the tyranny of King Vortigern the White Dragon. I wanted to deliver my people from the foreign invaders' hostile rule.
- Saber: I wanted to be the ideal king my people dreamed of, someone who would save Britain. For that... I would have sacrificed everything.
- Saber: The mage told me that if I could pull the sword from the stone, then I would achieve my wish. Everyone thought that I would save Britain.
- So was Britain saved?
- But no kingdom lasts forever...
- Saber: I didn't save Britain.
- Saber: I once believed that once I slew Vortigern, expelled the foreign invaders, gathered the Knights of the Round Table, and built the impenetrable castle of Camelot, peace would finally come to Britain.
- Saber: But that was all a fleeting dream. The knights who once served me abandoned me, and some even raised armies to challenge my rule... Britain was once again engulfed in war.
- Saber: Merlin had already warned me of all this before I drew the Sword of Selection...
- Saber: He told me that once I drew the sword, I would meet a tragic end, hated by all.
- Saber: And while the kingdom was in its prime, he also told me...
- Saber: That Britain would one day fall, and its current prosperity was built on the suffering of its king.
- Saber: Yet I thought... I could carry the weight of the kingdom's pain and trade it for the peace of the people, the sacrifice would be worth it, and I would be willing to face my thankless end.
- You remind me of Sunday...
- You recount the fantastical dream you had during Penacony's Charmony Festival to Saber, how a man dreamed of creating paradise kingdom with his own power.
- Saber: Miss Robin's older brother? His thoughts and actions do sound a lot similar to mine.
- The only thing that can grant your wish would be the Holy Grail...
- Once, a king offered themself upon the altar — a lone sacrifice in exchange for a dream of Paradise on Earth. How eerily similar it all feels... to what unfolded during the Charmony Festival in Penacony.
- Saber: I promised everyone that I would build the ideal kingdom, but I left the land of Britain with endless wars, dying warriors, and starving children.
- Saber: The one who deserves to face destruction is me, not my country or my people. That's how it should have been.
- (Approach the marked location)
- (Trailblazer): So this is the Sword in the Stone...?
- Saber: I've wondered countless times... had I not drawn this sword, or had there been someone more suited to be king...
- Saber: Would Britain have truly become the utopia I dreamed of? And what kind of a life would I have lived?
- Saber: To pull out the sword and become king, or to give up and stay in my homeland to quietly live out my days.
- Saber: She's brought me back to the moment I made my choice...
- Saber, do you... wish to stay?
- Saber: Master... I'm so... tired.
- Saber: I wish I had a horse... to ride across these fields before the sun sets...
- Saber—!
- You called out, your voice echoing, but the drawn-out words never reached the Servant. In the moment she hesitated, fate had already been sealed—
- In truth... you were never here at all. What remains in this place is merely a shadow of you who fell into a Noble Phantasm, lingering in the dream of another.
- Miss Note: She was nothing more than an ordinary girl. Playing the part of a king was already painful enough. Why should we force her to continue in the delusion known as Heroic Spirits?
- Miss Note: Better to cast aside her sword, abandon her glory, and become a nameless nobody who watches the world's grand show on the sidelines.
- Miss Note: I'll help all of you to remove the hero's garish makeup bit by bit, until I've wiped away even the choice you've made to become a hero, until I've wiped away all the pain you've endured on this thorny road.
- Miss Note: I've prepared a simple and happy life for all of you in this show — Including you, (Trailblazer).
- Now —
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: So, newcomer, are you staying?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Someone like you has probably already burned through all your luck just trying to get into the Herta Space Station, but I'll go through the motions and confirm it anyway.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Just so you know, working at the Department of Cosmic Geography isn't as easy as you think.
- Look at me in the eyes and say that again.
- Where did she send me???
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Who? Madam Herta? Well, this IS her space station.
- You don't know who I am? Guess you're the real newcomer here.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Hmph. Look. I thought I was pretty impressive too when I first arrived.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: But you'll be beaten into shape in no time. You're just a regular researcher on this station. No one's gonna even bat an eye at your so-called talents and smarts.
- But I'm the Galactic Baseballer!
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: And? I'm the Cosmic Geographer.
- But I defeated Tatalov.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Who's that? A game character?
- But I'm a Nameless! I don't belong here!
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: ... Are you dreaming or something? Maybe you should take a sick day and get a check-up at the Medical Department.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: I'm a bit of a fan of the Astral Express, and I know that every Nameless who boards it has been through some incredible adventures. So, tell me. What great deeds have you done?
- I facetanked the Doomsday Beast's Ultimate!
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Oh, I've heard of that! Apparently, a valuable relic was stolen from the space station. It was swallowed by a mysterious intruder, which then led to an attack from the Antimatter Legion.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: If it weren't for Madam Herta stepping in to handle the crisis, we'd all be burnt to a crisp by now. Any idea who that mysterious intruder was?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Yep, you guessed it. It was you, (brat/
lass). The only reason you got a job here is that Lead Researcher Asta took pity on you.
- I defeated Phantylia on the the Xianzhou!
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: You mean the Lord Ravager who recently appeared on the Xianzhou and caused a huge ruckus?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: From what I've heard, her plan was foiled by the General of the Luofu... but the Xianzhou people paid a heavy price for it. Listen, don't use someone else's tragedy as your bragging material.
- I woke Penacony from its eternal slumber!
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Let me guess, next you'll say you were invited to the Charmony Festival? And became the Festive Superstar?
- Right on, bro!
- Did you peek at the script?
- I even became a shareholder there!
- The man looks at you with exasperation written all over his face, visibly biting back a snarky remark.
- I... I don't know what to say...
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Haha. Oh, I know what's happening now! The Department of Implement Arts imported a batch of dream bubbles. Loads of young naïve researchers have been wasting entire days in them, ignoring even their paid work.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: You probably ate too much of that memoria too and thought those illusions were real. Why else would you believe you're a Nameless aboard the Express?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Well... I can't say I blame you. I heard the Express did invite you to join them, but you turned them down. Are you regretting that choice now?
- But I DID board the Express!
- You try to yell at the researcher before you, but your wavering voice gives a different response.
- I became afraid.
- (Trailblazer): I became... afraid.
- I don't know.
- (Trailblazer): I... don't know...
- Yes, I regret my choice.
- (Trailblazer): I... regret my choice.
- But, was that answer truly what you thought? Or was it some sort of illusive manipulation? You try to piece together what has happened, but your memories feel more distant with every passing second.
- About the Astral Express and the Nameless. Like sand under the waves, your memories crumble and fade. And suddenly, you understand — why Saber chose to stay, even just for a moment.
- Why didn't you step aboard the Astral Express back then, on that split-second impulse? It no longer matters. The researcher in the Department of Cosmic Geography standing before you watches you closely, perhaps searching for words of comfort, or maybe looking for the right joke to shatter the heavy silence. Eventually, he speaks.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Well, your resume doesn't show any particular skills, so I'll start you off with some light tasks...
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Sort the Department of Cosmic Geography's expenditure report from the past six months. Schedule research meetings for the upcoming month. Collect project proposals from all levels of researchers. Yeah, that should keep you busy for a while.
- Am I really a researcher?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: What else would you be? Madam Herta?
- Isn't this the Department of Cosmic Geography?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Don't be so surprised. Our department is at the bottom of the food chain on the station... this work happens all the time.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: I'm off, (Trailblazer). Be sure to do your job well.
- He turns to leave... yet could not help himself from looking back at you.
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: Yeah, sometimes I regret picking the Geography of the Universe course when I was fourteen and walking away from Quantum History... I felt math was just too tough for me back then. But now, I ask myself... Would I still be stuck in this dead-end job if I made a different choice?
- Lv. 4 Geography Dept. Researcher: No no no. C'mon. Don't worry about the what-ifs. Why waste time regretting a choice you've already made? Look at me, things aren't so bad here, are they?
- This is all wrong! You scream internally, but the fury is fleeting.
Report at the workplace[]
- Step DescriptionWhy didn't you board the Astral Express that day? You feel a little sad.
- (Approach the marked location)
- Lv. 3 Geography Dept. Researcher: You're late, newcomer. A few more system days of delay and we'll miss the reimbursement deadline.
- Lv. 3 Geography Dept. Researcher: I'll cut you some slack given that you're new. Now get to work.
- (Trailblazer): (What a messy desk. Am I supposed to organize all this stuff? Where do I even start?)
- Sort by budget category.
- Sort by timeline.
- Sort by mood.
- Lv. 3 Geography Dept. Researcher: You're too slow. Keep going like this and you'll still be here when the Amber Lord makes THEIR next hammer swing.
- Don't push your luck.
- I see you're itching for a fight!
- Why don't you do it yourself?
- You're on the verge of shouting, but just then, a sliver of doubt creeps inside you.
- Is this really what you want? Take a breath. Don't lash out. Focus on what you truly need to do.
- Take out the baseball bat and gave them a good beating.
- The bat you always have at your side... is no longer there. Then again, did you ever really have it in the first place?
- I quit.
- But where would you go? Is there anywhere you can go? You're young, with no special talents. Isn't your best bet a cushy job with full benefits, clocking in every day until the world ends?
- Complete the basic tasks.
- Lv. 3 Geography Dept. Researcher: What are you standing around for? You think space bionic snails are going to do the work for you?
- Sort by budget category.
- Sort by timeline.
- Sort by mood.
- Yes. That's it. Calmly and nicely, drop the fight. By now, the job feels like second nature. Might as well tidy up the last of the files.
Keep organizing the reports[]
- Step DescriptionFeeling like you don't belong here? It's okay. Everyone feels the same way as you do.
- (Investigate the document file)
- Document Pile
- (Quick Read)
Department of Cosmic Geography Financial Statement (I) - Department of Cosmic Geography Monthly Financial Statement
Did you know? Human memory cannot simulate nonexistent things.
Never having taken this path, you cannot possibly imagine the Department of Cosmic Geography's research content.
Do you understand what I'm telling you?
I am you. At least a fragment of your subconscious, the final cry before █████ ████████.
You don't belong here.
Quick, █████, hurry!, she's become aware!
I ████ ███ ████ ██████ ██████, now you must ███████ on your own.
- (Trailblazer): (These reports are endless... and the stuff written in there is really weird.)
- (Investigate the document file, optional)
- Document Pile
- (Quick Read)
Department of Cosmic Geography Financial Statement (X) - Department of Cosmic Geography Monthly Financial Statement
Do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not regret, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid, do not be afraid
- (Investigate the document file)
- Document Pile
- (Quick Read)
Department of Cosmic Geography Financial Statement (IX) - Department of Cosmic Geography Monthly Financial Statement
1. Three slices of █████ purchased from Belobog.
The following is a brief description of the environment in which the █████ was discovered, alongside a detailed analysis of its components.
The █████ primarily revolves around trailblazing and can be roughly categorized into the heroic spirit, ████████, adventurous experiences, companions, and ████████.
2. ██████ with unique properties purchased from the Luofu.
The analysis of its nature is as follows. For detailed experimental procedures, please refer to the project report.
The gaze of the Aeon had no significant impact on the fundamental nature of the ██████.
There is a potential for escaping ████,
But, no one can truly break free from █████.
Do not step onto the stage, do not aspire to become a hero — there, you'll find only ██ ████, █████, and █████.
Do not go down that sorrowful path.
Talk to the strange man[]
- Step DescriptionHoping to meet someone strange who'll whisk you away on a wild adventure? C'mon, life doesn't hand out fantasy side quests that easy.
- (Trailblazer): (Hold on. I think I've seen that person over there before.)
- (Approach Archer)
- ???: If you're going to ask me "Have we met before," my answer is gonna be "no."
- But I really feel like we've...
- What clairvoyance!
- See? You definitely know me.
- You glance at his work tag. On it, just a single letter — A. Department: Domestic Services. Wait... since when does the space station have a Domestic Services Department?
- (Trailblazer): C'mon, Uncle A, don't you ever feel like you don't belong here?
- I dreamt that I was part of the Holy Grail War.
- You should've been one of the summoned Heroic Spirits.
- We shouldn't be here!
- Mysterious Researcher A: I get it. I really do. Dozens of researchers come up to me every day, all claiming they don't belong here.
- Mysterious Researcher A: They think they should be somewhere else because life isn't going their way. It's just another dressed-up excuse to escape reality.
- Mysterious Researcher A: As long as your instinct is just to back down and run, you'll run out of places to go even if you manage to get out of this place.
- Mysterious Researcher A: Personally? I think this place isn't so bad. No world-threatening crises, no freaks trying to end humanity. The kitchen's convenient, too... though the ingredients are a bit odd.
- Mysterious Researcher A: We've still got a little girl who throws around gemstones like dirt, but it's pretty much a utopia for most people.
- Mysterious Researcher A: There's no turning back once you leave your ordinary life behind.
- You glance at him, wanting to say something, but decided not to.
- Mysterious Researcher A: Changed your mind, huh? I knew it. You don't really want to leave, do you?
- Days pass. After long hours of sorting, you're finally done with the work.
- Although an uncanny feeling lingers in your chest, before it's resolved, you should take a break.
Go get some sleep[]
- Step DescriptionYou're slowly getting used to life here. Honestly, the work's not bad. In a universe full of war, poverty, and hunger, life on the space station feels like paradise.
- (Trailblazer): (I'm exhausted... I feel like I can't even think anymore.)
- (Trailblazer): (But deep down? I still feel like I don't belong here.)
- Rest
- Drifting quietly over the surface of a dream, suspended in the moment before you sink.
- ???: Let me tell you a story about a king... a king named Uther.
- ???: He ruled the people of Britain before I showed up. And after my appearance, he launched an attack against the White Dragon to protect his people, a battle that ended in defeat.
- ???: Even so, people still called him the greatest king. What do you think made him a hero?
- The innate glory of being a king.
- ???: No. The names of kings from other tribes, kings equal to his stature, have all been forgotten.
- The deeds he achieved as a knight.
- ???: No. There were knights more courageous than him by his side, but their names didn't survive in time.
- The courage he exhibited as a human.
- ???: He raised his sword to challenge a dragon he knew he could never defeat. The sword shattered, the bow snapped, and he was beheaded. As a human, everything about him was destined to fail...
- ???: But the way he raised his sword to bring deliverance left a shining star in Britain's darkest nights.
- ???: The stars we see may not be their original forms, but their light isn't a lie. It will shine for ages, lighting the way for the next hero.
- ???: That Heroic Spirit who lost her name referred to our lives as "a stage," and she used her Noble Phantasm to erase the star's radiance.
- ???: But Master... if you still have courage... if you're still willing to become that star, then all the spectators who have seen you will also step onto the stage, becoming heroes themselves.
- ???: Look at me. Talking big all of a sudden and doing a bad imitation of Merlin.
- Where are you?
- ???: I'm waiting for someone who's about to take the stage. I'm also riding through the wilderness. The dream is nearing its end, Master, for me and you.
Head to the conference room to schedule a meeting[]
- Step DescriptionStill want to be a hero? All you see is the spotlight. You forget the hero's path is paved with the bones of those who never made it.
- (Trailblazer): (What a strange dream... I should get to work.)
- (Trailblazer): (Scheduling Department of Cosmic Geography meetings for the next month... this should be easier than yesterday, right?)
- (Approach the marked location)
- Mysterious Researcher L: Hey, (buddy./
lass.) If you're here to slack off, you're a bit too late. This place is already at full capacity. - I'm here to work.
- I'm a model researcher employee.
- Mysterious Researcher L: Hahaha, then I guess I'm the model fisherman.
- I'm reporting you!
- Mysterious Researcher L: Well, no worries. You work here, and I'll slack off. We each get what we need.
- For now, you ignore the Security Department staff's careless attitude and lower your head to resume your task. You've got this! You're not losing to some grown-up who's slacking all day!
- First on the list: A Quantitative Analysis of Mycophage Cluster Interference on Planetary Magnetic Fields. Fifteen attendees. Must be scheduled within the next two days.
- This morning.
- Sorry, there are no conference rooms available at your requested time.
- The next afternoon.
- Sorry, there are no conference rooms available at your requested time.
- The night after the next day.
- Sorry, there are no conference rooms available at your requested time.
- Ugh, the conference rooms are fully booked even at night. People here really are workaholics.
- Mysterious Researcher L: Ah! Wait! You're the Stellaron they were talking about, huh? Tell me... when you sleep, do you glow like a firefly?
- Mysterious Researcher L: Young ones like you should really find a mentor, learn some skills, and carve your own path. Live like a true hero, no strings attached.
- Ignore the distractions around you. Let's look at the next meeting's details: The Effects of Starquake Phenomena on the Artistic Expression of Researchers. Two attendees, no time constraints.
- One year later.
- Ten years later.
- A century later.
- Something stirs in your memory, sparks from an engine streaking past the space station, the faint weightlessness before the Express conducts a warp jump... Wait, no. None of that is real. Researcher, you should be focusing on your task at hand.
- You've still got 899 more meetings to schedule. You'd better hurry up and finish before things spiral out of control.
- Man-Made Ore Symposium.
- Visit from the Intelligentsia Guild.
- Monthly Budget Review.
- Planetary Decline Observation.
- Alright. Including the two new system-generated meetings, just 897 more to go, and the list is done.
- Natural Ore Symposium.
- Visit from IPC Specialists.
- Monthly Budget Review.
- Stellar Collapse Observation.
- That's right, exactly.
- ██████
- ██████
- ██████
- ██████
- You're in the zone now, handling the work before you with practiced ease.
- █Stellaron██ Symposium.
- Visit from ███ Express.
- █Curio██ Approval.
- ██Self█ Observation.
- Mysterious Researcher L: You ever tried fishing, (buddy?/
lass?) Don't be fooled by the vacuum outside. There's still plenty to catch. - Mysterious Researcher L: There's the migrating invisible carp, the silicon-based soft-boned fish that put up a fight. I even caught a Trotter last time.
- Although you are exhausted beyond measure, the man's expression moves you. Your entertainment during a momentary respite from work, a fishing rod. Life at the space station isn't as bleak as you thought.
- Maybe, this is your utopia.
- Mysterious Researcher L: By the way, I heard the Astral Express is coming back and will be stopping at the space station for a while. Want to go check it out? Just for fun.
Meet an old friend from the Astral Express[]
- Step DescriptionGive up on returning to the stage. You're just an ordinary person who wasn't meant to save the world.
- (Trailblazer): (The Astral Express... I turned down their invitation back then...)
- (Trailblazer): (Did I really make the right choice?)
- (Approach Himeko)
- Himeko: Long time no see, (Trailblazer). How's life been on the space station?
- Great. Couldn't be better.
- Himeko: I'm glad to see you've settled in here.
- Not so well.
- Himeko: I see... If things are tough, you could always talk to Asta. She's sure to help you out.
- It's been... really bad.
- Himeko: I see... If things are tough, you could always talk to Asta. She's sure to help you out.
- Himeko: We traveled to many places after we parted ways: Belobog, the Xianzhou Luofu, Penacony... There were both good and bad moments along the way.
- How's Dan Heng doing?
- Himeko: Dan Heng? It wasn't an easy journey, but he's back on the Luofu now. After all, that's where he's from.
- How's Mr. Yang?
- Himeko: Have you ever heard of the planet called Earth? Soon after Dan Heng left us, Welt found the way back home just as he had hoped. Let's pray he makes it there safely.
- How's Pom-Pom?
- Himeko frowns, as if your question has caught her off guard. An unsettling sensation flickers through your mind. You've never boarded the Express. So who is this... "Pom-Pom" you speak of?
- Himeko: ...Where did you hear the conductor's name? Did Dan Heng tell you?
- Himeko: Pom-Pom's still the same. But with fewer and fewer people on the Express, it must be getting lonely for them.
- Himeko: I sometimes wonder what might have changed if you had come with us. Sadly, the trailblazing expedition doesn't leave room for regrets and what-ifs.
- What about March 7th?
- Himeko: March... I'm not sure how to put it... *heavy sigh* I hope that friend from the Garden can cure her.
- Any new passengers aboard?
- Is the Express still in need of passengers?
- Himeko: Life as a Nameless isn't easy. After we left the space station, we did have some passengers traveling with us for a short time, but they've all gone their separate ways now.
- Himeko: Our friends from the Interastral Peace Corporation recently suggested we make a stop at Camelot. That planet should've been destroyed by the Antimatter Legion long ago, but we've been picking up multiple distress signals from there.
- Himeko: So we're stopping by the space station for a while to meet some old friends — You can join us and leave with us this time if you want, (Trailblazer).
- I'll pack my bags right away!
- Is that really how you feel? If joining the Astral Express doesn't change your life for the better... What then?
- What if what awaits you isn't a grand adventure, but endless cleaning, constant repairs, wounds that never heal, and death steeped in despair... What will you do then?
- What if you can't help anyone? What if you become a dead weight on the Express? What if a Nameless gives their life to save you, yet everyone silently wishes you'd just leave... What will you do?
- Think about it. What answer should you give?
- (Trailblazer): I'll think about it... I'll make sure to give you my answer before the Express leaves.
- Himeko: Alright. I'll respect your choice no matter what you pick.
Go get some sleep[]
- (Trailblazer): (I'm so tired... maybe I should head back first. The Astral Express...)
- Rest
- A peaceful dream, stirred by birdsong beyond the window. However, can a robin really sing in the vacuum of space?
- Miss Note: Let me tell you the story of a bird who was imprisoned wrongfully. She was once a singer, thrown into a dark cell for composing songs that the powerful didn't like.
- Miss Note: The bird heard many voices of sorrow. So, she sang for the others trapped inside, soothing their homesick hearts and inspiring them to rise up.
- Miss Note: In the end, the bird broke free, with a pocket watch, a wolf, and countless companions by her side.
- Miss Note: The bird believed that she would begin a new life after gaining freedom. She would shine on the stage and the silver screen, displaying her beautiful feathers and voice, just as she had once brought hope to the hopeless.
- Miss Note: But... she was wrong. Penacony soon became unrecognizable. The songs she sang, the films she starred in, and even her own life were all locked away in a cage called money, turned into mere commodities.
- Miss Note: The movie studio wanted to turn the bird into a symbol of beauty, but the bird longed to escape from this suffocating, filthy gutter...
- Miss Note: They stripped away her stage name, replaced her with a fresh-faced chick, and smothered her with slander and rumors, leading her to a disgraceful end.
- Robin: ...So, you seek revenge on those who tarnished your name?
- Miss Note: No. The exact opposite, in fact. When I returned to this world, I realized there was no one left to take revenge on.
- Miss Note: Instead, I will reclaim the name they took from me and erase every single work I've ever produced... I'll destroy every trace of my existence as ████.
- Robin: You know how it feels to be locked in a cage and have everything taken from you, so why do you still trap the Masters and Heroic Spirits in your Noble Phantasm? When they wish to end this Holy Grail War?
- Robin: Old Oti may be able to fulfill your wish, but the cost he demands is far greater. As someone born in the same era as him, you should know this better than I do.
- Miss Note: ...
- Miss Note: Oti is nothing more than a parasite feeding on Penacony... Of course I won't trust him. But you're different, Master. He's a worm who has a wish for the Holy Grail, yet there's nothing the Holy Grail can do to sway you.
- Miss Note: If you want to stop my Noble Phantasm, you'll have to force me with a Command Spell! Come, Master! Take away my free will, just like how they took away my name and career with their contracts and laws!
- Robin: You know I won't do that, Miss Note! ...Let's make a wager, though I've never once gambled in my life.
- Robin: I bet that those Masters and Servants will not yield to your Noble Phantasm, even though you've stripped their identity as heroes — I trust them.
- Miss Note: ...I will wait and see.
- The birdsong fades into silence.
Collect project proposals[]
- (Trailblazer): (I feel like I had a strange dream, but the details keep slipping away...)
- (Trailblazer): (My body feels so heavy... But I can't rest. There's still today's work to get through.)
- (Investigate the Workbench)
- (Trailblazer), how many days has it been since you started working at the space station? Thirty? Ninety? Even longer?
- Do you still remember what you need to do now? Compiling project proposals from all levels of researchers. By now, it's second nature — something you could do with your eyes closed.
- Breeze through the work.
- ...
- Breeze through the work.
- Breeze through the work.
- ...
- Breeze through the work.
- Breeze through the work.
- Breeze through the work.
- Still thinking about the Astral Express? You've been wrestling with that choice for ages, and still haven't made up your mind.
- They'll be departing soon. You wish them a journey full of wondrous encounters.
- I want to stay.
- I want to leave.
- (The power of Harmony kicks in)
- ...
- (Go back to dialogue choice with the option removed)
- I don't know where to go.
- If you board the Express, what waits for you may be nothing but danger and the terrifying unknown. Your deeds will be forgotten in time, and your journey will eventually come to an end.
- I'm glad I stayed.
- I long for a quiet, ordinary life.
- Let me go!
- (The power of Harmony kicks in)
- ...
- (Go back to dialogue choice with the option removed)
- So you are glad you stayed. No ticket. No bat. No danger. Just a quiet, peaceful, and undisturbed life.
- The work you had piled up took far too much of your time, one day, two days, ten days...
- Maybe you'll never catch up to the Astral Express again.
Take a break nearby[]
- Step DescriptionOnce you've learned how to steal a moment of leisure amid the busy work, you'll know you truly become a member of the space station.
- You're tired. Find a room and take a break.
- (Approach the marked location)
- Mysterious Researcher A: Isn't that our Stellaron (boy?/
girl?) I was about to mix you a drink, but since you're still underage, I'll hold off for now. - I feel like my current life is a lie.
- I was once a Trailblazer on the Express.
- I shouldn't be a member of the Department of Cosmic Geography.
- Mysterious Researcher L: Funny, isn't it? Sometimes I think I shouldn't be working as a space station security guard either.
- Mysterious Researcher A: So, do you want to board the Astral Express?
- That's right.
- Mysterious Researcher A: Every year there are researchers who want to go with the Express, but when it's time to leave, they all back down without fail.
- Mysterious Researcher A: They know they are just seeking an escape from their stressful lives, instead of actually wanting an adventure that could cost them their life.
- Mysterious Researcher A: So, what do you really want?
- I want to leave my current life behind.
- I want to go on an adventure into the unknown.
- ...
- Mysterious Researcher A: "Staying where I am is fine." "Someone better will come along." "I'm just an ordinary person."
- Mysterious Researcher A: Why speak of regrets when everyone who has ever lived has regretted something?
- Mysterious Researcher A: Yet, had everyone turned back because of their fear of regrets, humanity would never have produced any heroes.
- Mysterious Researcher A: Even if the road ahead is unclear, some still set off, driven by the desire to chase a wish. It may seem foolish, but that's what gave birth to the Nameless, to Trailblazers, and to humanity's heroes.
- Mysterious Researcher A: The doll you carry is proof of a certain hero's existence.
- Do you know what it is?
- Mysterious Researcher A: A shabby little trinket that left a trace in history because of one person's silly wish.
- Mysterious Researcher A: The Express may have already left, or it may not have, but if you truly want to walk this path, what does it matter if there's no Express?
- Mysterious Researcher A: If you truly believe you are a Nameless, then there is only one thing left for you to do.
- I must set off.
- I must set off.
- I must set off.
- (Trailblazer): I need to set off!
Go catch up with the Astral Express[]
- Step DescriptionWhatever happens, don't forget the fire in your heart at this very moment.
- (Approach the first marked location)
- Strange Researchers: The Express's already left. Going there will be pointless.
- Strange Researchers: Let's go to the lab! Hit the cafeteria! Let's go fishing together! Let's go watch a movie!
- (Approach the second marked location)
- Strange Researchers: Isn't life on the space station wonderful? People would kill just to live the life you have here!
- (Approach the third marked location)
- Strange Researchers: There's no Antimatter Legion, no Abominations of Abundance... This place is the most peaceful paradise in the universe.
Avoid the crowd blocking your way[]
- Step DescriptionAs long as you carry the heart of a Trailblazer, you'll always be a Nameless.
- (Trailblazer): (Something's stopping me from leaving this place. I need to avoid them.)
- Strange Researchers: We're not holding you back, (Trailblazer). Let's have lunch together!
- (Approach the marked location)
- Strange Researchers: Stop. The future of a Nameless is nothing but emptiness and despair.
- Strange Researchers: Do you think you're special? Think of Tiernan and Kelbeck... The Nameless who were better than you... they were all consumed by the lightless outer space, never to return!
- So you'll finally admit...
- That I'm a Nameless?
- (Trailblazer): So you'll finally admit... that I'm a Nameless?
- The voices that once spoke to you fell silent in an instant. They never spoke again.
Proceed toward the destined path[]
- (Approach the marked location)
- A bat — plain, unimpressive, yet strangely familiar.
- You once believed you'd never hold it again in this lifetime.
- Miss Note: Would you still pull this weapon out, even if it'll bring about a tragic end?
- Saber: That's what Merlin told me, too.
- Miss Note: Which is why I've crafted such gentle dreams for you all. Isn't that what you've been looking for all this time?
- Saber: I did wonder whether someone else might have done a better job as king if they pulled out the Sword of Selection.
- Saber: But I can't blame the girl who drew the Sword in the Stone for overestimating herself. She just wanted to deliver something from disaster... just like the king who challenged the White Dragon.
- Saber: If I was given another chance to make my choice, I would tell her, "I hope you can do better this time."
- Saber: Master, you've had enough rest in your happy dream, haven't you? Now, let's leave this place together!
- Miss Note: You'll regret this.
- Grab the bat.
- (Trailblazer): I'll never regret.
- (Cutscene begins)
- (Cutscene ends)
Defeat Miss Note[]
- Step DescriptionStep back onto the stage once more and perform the grand play called Life.
- (Begin battle against Unimpressive Death ×1)
-
- (Phase 1)
-
- Miss Note: Why... do you have such blind courage?
- Miss Note: Don't you ever feel regret?
- (Phase 2)
-
- Miss Note: I... can't become a fool like you...
- Miss Note: And I won't agree with your choices!
- (After the battle)
- Miss Note: I failed, just like how I failed in life. This is... a fitting end for a traitor.
- Robin: The performing arts had given you so much pain, Miss Note... Why did you choose to remain on Penacony's stage after leaving your prison?
- Miss Note: Because... I still remember how the rough prisoners fell silent, and the crying children smiled whenever I started to sing. Those small moments made me feel free even in that iron cage.
- Miss Note: But Penacony has changed. After so many Amber Eras, it's become almost unrecognizable. And now, I am locked in this newly-forged prison.
- Miss Note: Anyway, it's time to end this. A Servant who betrayed their Master has no right to exist!
- Robin: Then, as you wish...
- (Cutscene begins)
-
- Robin: With the first Command Spell, I return your name to you on behalf of Penacony, Asna.
- Robin: Even if they have trademarked your name and stripped you of everything, that does not make you an unknown failure.
- Asna: ...
- Robin: Hold your head high, Mother of Iris! With the second Command Spell, I return to you the testament of your existence as a Heroic Spirit.
- Robin: Your death was what made singers and artists realize the need to reclaim their freedom and dignity from merchants. You are not some forgotten shadow, you are the founder of the Iris family, one of the five major lineages of Penacony!
- Robin: That's why you chose to borrow that name, isn't it? A figure shaped by your students and friends, by Maeven and the Watchmaker — "Miss Note," the one who sang freely in Dreamville.
- Asna: Please no more... I don't want to hear anymore...
- Robin: With the third Command Spell, as your junior on the stage, I return to you your freedom as a person.
- (Cutscene ends)
- Robin: Mother of Iris, you will no longer be controlled by anyone from this moment on. You will now only dance for yourself.
- Robin: This farce is nearing its end, but I hope you can step out of the Grand Theater before you disappear, and meet Penacony's artists. You are still a "hero" to them — No matter the slanders your name bears.
- Meanwhile, the Master and their Servants, freed from the dreamscape, stepped into the heart of the Grand Theater...
- Saber: I sense a powerful force similar to magical energy... It seems the Holy Grail's holder is about to complete the ritual.
- Saber: The last two Servants left are Rider and Berserker. Which one will face us? Or will it be both? With the enemy already in possession of the Holy Grail, it looks like we're in for a brutal fight.
- Three against two. The advantage is mine.
- I'll once again select "Too Easy" in the next survey.
- I'll lead the charge.
- Saber: Master, I swear on this sword that I will protect you, no matter the cost.
Chat with the Masters[]
- Step DescriptionAren't you curious what everyone saw inside Miss Note's Zone?
- (Trailblazer): (Boothill and the others got out too. Should I go check on them?)
- (Approach Aventurine)
- Aventurine: "A different life"...? Penacony's dream bubbles are pure cancer. The Charmony Festival nearly killed me... and that Servant's fantasy almost finished the job.
- Boothill: So, where did she put you?
- Aventurine: I had a dream where I could never win... I got to live as an obedient serf and gave up on even the thought of gambling.
- Boothill: Darn right. Quit gambling... that's quite the educational dream you had there.
- Aventurine: And you? Where did she send you?
- Boothill: Me? I had... a long-awaited reunion.
- As they talked, Boothill had already loaded his gun. Next up: the final battle with the mastermind.
Chat with the Servants[]
- Step DescriptionYou're dying to know if the strange man who helped you in the field was Archer. But your gut says: If he is, he's not telling.
- (Approach Archer)
- Archer: Yo. If it isn't the first Heroic Spirit to get trapped in her Reality Marble. Didn't you use those long legs of yours well enough?
- Lancer: This is the first thing I hear after I got out? Darn it, my head's killing me! Feels like I've been through a long and thrilling adventure!
- Lancer: Not sure why, but I think my enemies all had fish heads on their necks.
- With enemies on the way, the two Servants were more than ready to fight.
Time to settle the score with Old Oti[]
- Step DescriptionOld Oti, Old Oti, if we don't beat that stubby old man black and blue today, he'll never learn his lessons!
- (Approach Old Oti)
- Old Oti: Ohohoho! Looks like Lady Asna has failed. What a shame. She was just one step away from tearing the flame of dreams off the Servants, and tossing them into the Holy Grail as fuel.
- Old Oti: But that's the business world for you. No matter how capable your collaborator is, you've gotta handle the most critical parts yourself.
- Boothill: Old fudgehead. It's time to tell us what kind of stinkin' pie you're cooking up with this "Holy Grail War."
- Lancer: You practically have one foot in the grave... Don't tell me you're going to wish for immortality.
- Old Oti: Oh, I've lived for ten Amber Eras already. As long as I give the word, my medical team can squeeze a few more years out of these old bones.
- Archer: Then are you trying to crush your business rivals? I heard there's some bad blood between you and my Master.
- Old Oti: Ohohoho! What a great misunderstanding! There are no enemies that can't be made into friends in the world of business!
- Aventurine: Good point, but I'm still very curious about your little scheme.
- Saber: Mr. Oti, surely you wouldn't be like the mages I know, willing to forsake both life and humanity just to reach the root of all things?
- Old Oti: ...Miss, what you're talking about is something only the Genius Society would obsessively chase after.
- What's your real reason, then?
- It couldn't possibly be for money, could it?
- Old Oti: Hahaha... why not?
- Old Oti: I've been very clear about this from the start. The Charmony Festival met a hasty wrap, and Penacony needs a fresh economic boost. We need to create a business venture that will grab everyone's attention!
- Old Oti: A Holy Grail that grants wishes is just the golden goose we need! If this ritual works, then Penacony will own a glorious show to keep the money rolling in for ten more Amber Eras, a carnival that even the Charmony Festival can't compete with!
- Old Oti: Even if I do have some personal objectives in this first-ever Penacony Holy Grail War... that's none of your concern.
- ...
- Why don't you just ask the Holy Grail for cash?
- Old Oti: Wealth that pops out of thin air will only lead to inflation! Financial growth can't be achieved by miracles. It requires precise balance and expert handling. I like money, but I don't like to play a numbers game.
- What a crude wish!
- Old Oti: What I like is watching people swarm into Penacony, spending their entire fortunes just to buy a chance to enter the Holy Grail War! I like having Alfalfa credits pour out of the Gilded Hour, entering the Cosmic Exchange!
- Old Oti: I like seeing my business rivals being crushed and manipulated, and then lose everything in the end! I like to acquire companies that I've never heard of, fusing them into my empire with a mere wave of my pen!
- Old Oti: The Golden Hour will set the prices for goods based on my desires, and the Blue Hour will craft Penaconian fashion based on my whims.
- Old Oti: Do you honestly believe Penacony was built on empty ideas like "dreams" and "wishes"? No! What truly underpins and supports this city is what you deem "crude." It's the unending flow of money! On this rock called money, we have built the Planet of Festivities!
- Archer: No matter what your plans may be, there can only be one victor in the Holy Grail War. Your actions in this farce have already placed every Servant squarely against you.
- Archer: Now, we stand together before you, shrewd merchant.
- Lancer: I just wanna finish what I didn't get to do a few hours ago. I'm sick and tired of fish heads — The head of this old desperate fogey with broken dreams is what I'd call a real trophy!
- Saber: You see this evil man's old head as a trophy? I thought you had better taste than that, Lancer.
- Old Oti: Ohohoho! It seems you're all eager to prepare for my demise. But since there can only be one winner in this game, how do you plan to decide the victor after I bow out?
- Old Oti: Why don't we discuss... a collaboration instead? Whoever can eliminate the others shall have the chance to make their wish to the Holy Grail. I will give you that right.
- Old Oti: We can even formalize it with a contract — using precise, logical language to word our wishes, ensuring the Holy Grail fulfills everyone's desires... After all, isn't this the very moment you've all been fighting for, Masters and Servants?
- Shh. No peaceful resolutions, please.
- This far into the show? Are you trying to make me laugh?
- Lancer: A Holy Grail that sullies everyone's wishes is just a counterfeit for us to smash to pieces. Isn't that right, Master?
- Boothill: Nah. We need to whip this fella's hind-end, THEN smash it to pieces.
- Archer: Our opinions rarely align, but I'm fond of this idea. What do you think, Mr. Aventurine? It's nice to play as the hero of justice now and then, isn't it?
- Aventurine: I've already been the scapegoat once today... So I'll pass this opportunity to Mr. Oti.
- Saber: My Master, it seems I won't be able to claim the Holy Grail for you.
- I trust your choice.
- You made the right choice.
- We made this choice together.
- Saber: I must thank Miss Note's dream for showing me the truth... What truly matters is not the ending, but the journey we've taken to chase something and to deliver it from destruction.
- Saber: I don't need the Holy Grail. The wishes I did not fulfill will end here.
- Old Oti: Ohohoho... If you are all so keen to make me your enemy, I suppose I'll have to become the final challenge on this variety show.
- Old Oti: The rules said a Master is supposed to summon a historical figure as their Servant to enter the Holy Grail War, but... who should I summon? This question has haunted me for quite some time...
- Old Oti: Should I get the washed-up director I sponsored? Or the legendary star whose name I purchased? No. No. No. They are not worthy of being my Servant...
- Old Oti: That's when a thought crossed my mind... Why not summon myself? A person who's still standing strong after ten Amber Eras of business intrigue... Isn't this living legend staring back at me in the mirror?
- Old Oti: I used myself as the catalyst... I wanted to see how the business magnate Oti, reflected in the history of Penacony, would respond to my call as a Servant. I wanted to see how people truly view me in history.
- And have you got your answer?
- Old Oti: Pfft... Hehehe, hahahahahaha—
- Old Oti: The answer really hurts. To them, I'm nothing but a parasite, sucking out the sap of Penacony's oak from the top —
- "Old Oti": A bug madly devouring wealth.
- (Cutscene begins)
- (Cutscene ends)
Other Languages[]
| Language | Official Name |
|---|---|
| English | Fate/Aria of Rotten Gold |
| Chinese (Simplified) | 命运/咏叹腐朽金黄 |
| Chinese (Traditional) | 命運/詠嘆腐朽金黃 |
| Japanese | Fate / 朽ちゆく黄金のアリア |
| Korean | Fate/부패한 황금의 아리아 |
| Spanish | Fate/Aria del oro podrido |
| French | Fate/Aria de l'or putride |
| Russian | Судьба: Ария гнилого золота |
| Thai | Fate/ บทขับขานแห่งทองคำเสื่อมโทรม |
| Vietnamese | Fate/Nhạc Khúc Hoàng Kim Mục Nát |
| German | Fate/Arie des verfallenen Goldes |
| Indonesian | Fate/Elegi Emas yang Lapuk |
| Portuguese | Fate/Ária do Ouro Apodrecido |
Change History[]
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