Fate/Night in Dreamland is the first part of the Trailblaze Continuance chapter Sweet Dreams and the Holy Grail. It automatically begins after completing Battles Without Ninja and Humanity.
Steps[]
- Talk with Robin
- Reminisce about the Holy Grail War
- Check on the status of Masters from other teams
- Talk to Assassin about the current situation
- Summon a Servant in the formation
- Defeat the trouble-making Skott
- Chase down the fleeing Skott
- Take Saber out for a big meal
- Talk with Robin
- Check Boothill's letter
Gameplay Notes[]
- A portion of this 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 section may be restarted through the Mission menu.
- A portion of this mission is played through the perspective of Skott, with no UI or character options available.
Dialogue[]
Story Recap[]
- Sampo: As the echoes of the Charmony Festival fade, the Interastral Peace Corporation successfully establishes itself on the planet of dreams, with the Nameless of the Astral Express becoming one of the planet's shareholders.
- Sampo: Now, a grand spectacle is about to unfold yet again in this holiday resort famed throughout the cosmos —
- Sampo: Starring the superstar of Epsilon and the head of the Oak Family, the Lead Actor is... Miss Robin!
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- Sampo: Featuring a special appearance from the stylish and witty Nameless, the Trailblazer of the Astral Express!
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- Sampo: With a powerful guest appearance from the charismatic and commanding director, Aventurine, one of the Ten Stonehearts of the Strategic Investment Department!
- Sampo: Directed by the renowned Mr. Reca and his trusted companions! Lastly, exclusively sponsored by Old Oti, the head of the Alfalfa Family and a business tycoon of Penacony!
- Sampo: And then there's Skott... Wait, who? That IPC Specialist who's good at mimicking animals? Well, anyway, the Marketing Development Department is in on this too!
- Sampo: Sweet Dreams and the Holy Grail War, now airing across entertainment channels throughout the universe!
Talk with Robin[]
- Mission DescriptionRobin just showed up with some weird treasure — a Holy Grail that grants wishes? Man, that's awesome.
- (Approach Robin)
- (Trailblazer): Hmm? Isn't that Robin? What's she doing here?
- (Talk to Robin)
- Robin: It's been a while, (Trailblazer). Mr. Screwllum said you'd stop by today, so I figured I'd wait here for a bit.
- Robin: So this is the device for testing the "Divergent Universe," huh?
- You're interested in the Divergent Universe too?
- Robin: Oh, you've got the wrong idea... I may have taken some history electives back at Paperfold University, but I'm hardly the right person for scientific research.
- Why didn't you leave me a message?
- Robin: Sorry for just showing up out of the blue. The Astral Express's trailblazing journey is always a whirlwind, so I try not to disrupt your plans.
- Robin: I'm here today on someone's behalf, to bring you a gift.
- Robin: Do you still remember the Holy Grail War we had back in Penacony?
- Not a clue.
- Robin: Haha, not surprising at all. This so-called "Holy Grail" Curio is bizarre indeed.
- Robin: Even though I still recall that adventure we went through together, some of the details get a bit hazy when I think back on it.
- You bet I do!
- Robin: I knew you wouldn't forget. Even in a dreamland like Penacony, that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
- Robin: However, every time I think back to our adventure, some details get a bit hazy. That so-called "Holy Grail" is such a bizarre Curio.
- Where did the Astral Express head to this time...?
- (Trailblazer): The Ho... Holy Grail War!?
- Robin: It's indeed bizarre. This so-called "Holy Grail" Curio... Even though I still recall what we went through together, some of the details always get a bit hazy when I think back on it.
- Robin: Old Oti gave me this "Holy Grail" as a token of gratitude for everyone who participated in the war. I wanted to display it on the Radiant Feldspar. He agreed wholeheartedly, saying...
- Robin: "Hohohoho! What better decoration for the Radiant Feldspar than a cup said to grant any wish? Talk about grandeur!"
- Robin: Mr. Screwllum was entrusted to neutralize the power of the "Holy Grail." Now it's just an ordinary dream bubble, stripped of its wish-granting properties.
- Robin: I've always wondered: If the Grail really could grant you a wish, what would yours be?
- (Trailblazer): (A wish, huh... Feels like someone asked me a similar question during the Holy Grail War...)
- Your thoughts gradually rewind to the beginning of that Holy Grail War as many vague details gain clarity.
- It was a long time ago... or not so long ago...
Reminisce about the Holy Grail War[]
- Step DescriptionAs you stare into the Holy Grail, memories start to bubble up. You've been so forgetful lately. Maybe it's time to ask one of those Memokeepers to check your head? Eh, then again, most of them are pretty flaky anyway.
- ???: As Penacony's last Festive Superstar, (Trailblazer) was once the center of everyone's attention.
- ???: And now, with the unprecedented First Penaconian Holy Grail War about to kick off, (Trailblazer) is back in the spotlight!
- ???: Come on, (buddy/
girl), show the audience that... uh... what's it called... tattoo... on your hand? - (Trailblazer): It's the Command Spells!
- ???: Right! Command Spells! Proof of your selection to join the Holy Grail War. They say its power lets you command legendary figures from Penacony's history to fight for you!
- ???: And now, let's give up the floor to the star reporter of the Crystal Daily!
- Reporter: So, honorary member! If you win the Holy Grail, what wish would you want granted?
- I want to swim in money!
- I wish for peace across the universe!
- Is it time for me to become the Aeon of Elation?
- I'd wish for two more wishes!
- Why are you two even here?
- Reporter: Whoa! Looks like our honorary member is dodging the question! Could it be they've got a secret wish they don't want anyone to know?
- Reporter: Well then, do you think you've got what it takes to win the Holy Grail War?
- You betcha.
- There's no way I'm winning this.
- I'm not that eager to win, honestly.
- I don't want to win, and I don't want anyone else to win either.
- Why are you both acting as reporters?
- Reporter: Ooh! Dodging the question again, huh? Must be hiding a mace up their sleeve!
- ???: It's an "ace" up their sleeve, not "mace"!
- Reporter: Right, right. So, honorary member, which legendary figure from history are you planning to summon? Don't tell me you're as clueless about Penacony's history as I am?
- What's your deal, anyway?
- Sampo: Oh, c'mon, (buddy/
girl), it's a rare treat for us Belobogian folks to travel off-world. Running into an old friend on an alien planet? That's pure joy. Sure, the occasion might be a little weird, but don't tell me you don't recognize us? - Sampo: I promised Pitch-Dark Hook the Great we'd record every thrilling moment of this trip to the Planet of Festivities for the folks back home. And here we are — stumbling upon you being interviewed for the Penaconian Holy Grail War—
- Hostess: I see. I was just wondering why someone else was taking my job, considering our channel secured exclusive rights to this interview and broadcast. Security, clear the area!
- Hook: We can talk this out... How about a collaboration!
- Sampo: Hey, hey, even the money-loving Alfalfa Family wouldn't charge such a cute kid a licensing fee, right?
- Sampo: Miss, consider it charity! Let this kid finish her "social studies project." I mean, what's the harm in that?
- Hostess: Assistant, get these two out of here!
- The assistants surged forward without warning, "escorting" the two foreign visitors far from the scene.
- Hostess: The Alfalfa Family proudly presents the First Penaconian Holy Grail War! We'll be following the Masters every step of the way, bringing you the freshest, most exclusive coverage.
- Hostess: Before we continue our interview with the Nameless about the Penaconian Holy Grail War, let's cut to a quick commercial break—
- Old Oti: Ladies and gentlemen... I'm sure you've all heard the legend of the Holy Grail, haven't you?
- Old Oti: Across the vast cosmos, such tales abound: seekers embarking on grueling journeys in pursuit of a miracle capable of turning their deepest desires into reality.
- Old Oti: Yet, only a rare few ever have the privilege of witnessing its existence firsthand. Hohohoho! But today, I bring you all that very opportunity—
- Old Oti: I have brought the omnipotent wish-granting chalice, the Holy Grail, to Penacony!
- Old Oti: Of course, the right to make a wish is a privilege beyond measure. And like most competitions in life, if you want to claim your reward, you'll have to fight for it!
- Old Oti: The Holy Grail will summon Heroic Spirits — legendary figures from Penacony's rich history and bring them back to life. And you, daring Dreamchasers, will become Masters, commanding these Servants in battle until only one survivor remains!
- Old Oti: Worried it sounds a bit violent? Afraid it might turn into another Taikiyan Roboball competition with limbs flying and blood spattering everywhere?
- Old Oti: Fear not! Mark my words: in the sweet dream of Penacony, there is no such thing as death! Any violence you witness is nothing more than harmless spectacle. The only thing real... is the prize of having your wish come true!
- Old Oti: After all, this is the planet of chasing dreams. Here in Penacony, anyone with a dream in their heart has a chance to make it a reality.
- Old Oti: Now, brought to you by the Alfalfa Family and proudly sponsored by SoulGlad™, the high-stakes battlefield where dreams are on the line—
- Old Oti: The first-ever Penaconian Holy Grail War! Let the games begin!
Check on the status of Masters from other teams[]
- At the same time, the host of the Holy Grail War is sitting elsewhere watching the advert with interest...
- Skott: Terrific! I loved how you used the word "survivor" instead of "victor" to rally the contestants. Nothing stirs up a person's drive quite like the goal of simply staying alive.
- Skott: What an inspiring speech, Mr. Oti. Even Louis Fleming himself couldn't have done it better!
- Old Oti: Hohoho! Easy on the sweet talk, kid. I'm not here for your flattery. I brought you in because I expect you to give it your all... and become the "survivor."
- Skott: Don't get me wrong, Mr. Oti... I'm honored you picked me, but I'm just a nobody, a bottom-tier cog in the IPC. And if the rumors are true, you're not exactly a fan of the IPC. So why me?
- Old Oti: I sent invitations to Penacony's top shareholders and family heads, welcoming them to join this Holy Grail War. Some accepted. Others turned their noses up, dismissing my carefully orchestrated spectacle as just a marketing stunt.
- Old Oti: Seems like living in luxury has dulled the ambitions of the so-called elite. But underdogs like you? You're a whole different story. Now, remind me again. What wish would you make to the Grail?
- Skott: Me, Skott? I'm just a lowly grunt trying to climb to a P45 corporate rank!
- Old Oti: Hohoho! What a delightfully mundane wish! You aren't even dreaming of rubbing shoulders with legends like "Diamond" or something...
- Old Oti: But compared to lofty nonsense like world peace, your dream is refreshingly grounded.
- Skott: So, the Holy Grail... Can it really grant my wish?
- Old Oti: Of course it can! Kid, the Command Spell branded onto your hand is proof of your qualification. You've also summoned a Servant and witnessed their power for yourself.
- Skott: Well, we are in a dream world where ice cream talks, wine bottles sing, and instruments play themselves. A Grail that grants wishes and legendary figures resurrecting from history? Not so far-fetched here, I guess.
- Skott: But here's the bigger question: If the Grail is real, why are you sharing it? Why turn this into a... show? Let's face it. If I were in your shoes, I'd keep it to myself, make my wish quietly, and get filthy rich.
- Old Oti: Hohohoho! A sharp question, Skott. Let me put it this way: Picture an old man who's survived ten Amber Eras, navigated countless conspiracies and power struggles, accumulated an endless fortune, and climbed to the absolute pinnacle of Penacony...
- Old Oti: Now, tell me. What's left for such a person to wish for?
- Skott: Uh... more money and power? No one ever thinks they've got too much of either, right? I don't know. You tell me, Mr. Oti.
- Old Oti: Hohohoho! You're already getting close, kid.
- Old Oti: But a single wish? That's far too small to satisfy me. I want to transform the Holy Grail War into an unprecedented form of entertainment in Penacony! Imagine meeting historical legends, summoning them as Servants to fight for you, and finally making your wildest dreams come true.
- Old Oti: This will be Penacony's next grand spectacle, standing alongside the Charmony Festival as a beacon for the universe's attention. Dreamers and wealth beyond measure will pour in, far more than ever before!
- Old Oti: And for the first-ever Holy Grail War, what story could be more compelling than the wish of a nobody coming true? Understand now?
- Skott: I get it now. Don't worry, Mr. Oti. I won't let you down. As a lone wolf, I've learned how to survive, no matter how desperate things are.
- Skott: But I'm not gonna lie, Mr. Oti... Just now, during that broadcast, I saw someone. Someone who's dragged me down to rock bottom more times than I can count. Funny how fate works. (He's/
She's) here on this battlefield, too. - Old Oti: Emm... Let me guess. You mean that Nameless from the Astral Express? A real showboat and a tough competitor, I'd say.
- Skott: Yeah, in terms of pure strength? The old me couldn't compete with that monster and (his/
her) crew. But the person I am today? I'm not the same man I was back then. - Skott: As a Master, survival hinges on using your summoned Heroic Spirits, your Servants, wisely, and utilizing their Noble Phantasms. Isn't that correct, Mr. Reca?
- ???: While the Holy Grail War is ongoing, please address me as Grady, Producer.
- Old Oti: Actually, during this War, he should call you by the code name "Assassin."
- ???: You're right. In the current Penacony, the name Grady carries no weight. Best not to bring it up.
- Old Oti: Hohohoho! You got a chance at a second life. It's best to let go of fragile pride, old friend.
- Old Oti: Names tie you to your past. They also expose your weaknesses. A wise competitor hides their true self from the opposition.
- Old Oti: Listen up: I had to offer him film credits and the chance to experience a Heroic Spirit's memories just to convince that director to act as your vessel.
- Old Oti: You've always dreamed of creating a masterpiece that would shake the world and cement your name in history, haven't you? On that point, you and Mr. Reca share the same goal. Don't waste the opportunity I've created for you...
- Old Oti: Go record the stories of the participants in this Holy Grail War, and help this ambitious young man by your side fulfill his wish!
- Grady: Following my Master's command, my Noble Phantasm has already been trained on those you invited. I can show their movements to you both in real time.
- Skott: Well done, Assassin. With an ability like this, we're sure to stay ahead of the competition!
- Grady: The participants who have accepted the invitation and plan to join the Holy Grail War are already under my Noble Phantasm's watch. So producer, which one do you want to check out first?
- (After exiting the previous dialogue)
- Grady: Producer, time's ticking. Let's hurry and check out the other participants!
- (Talk to Assassin or Old Oti, optional)
- Skott: Mr. Oti, summoning a Servant this early... Isn't that a little against the rules?
- Grady: Hahaha! I didn't realize our producer cared so much about the rules!
- Skott: You bet I care about the rules! It's fun to break them in the heat of the moment, but if trouble comes knocking afterward, we're the ones who get hurt!
- Old Oti: Hohoho... Rest assured. For this Holy Grail War, I have the final say on all the rules.
- (Investigate the TV with Jade and Aventurine)
- Jade: Using memory bubbles as invitations... a very Penaconian thing to do.
- Aventurine: But what's even more Penaconian is this "omnipotent wish-granting chalice." Listen to that. Doesn't it sound like a cheap business scam? Only someone from a backwater place like Jarilo-VI could be fooled by a trick like that.
- Jade: ...Old Oti's serving up the "nectar," but what kind of "poison" is mixed into the cup?
- Aventurine: Madam Jade, don't tell me you're actually trying to figure out what kind of game this old man is playing?
- Jade: Why not? Penacony's biggest tycoon throws away his usual image of polite deal-making to invite the Family heads and shareholders to participate in this dream contest, promising afterward to grant a wish that someone could never fulfill on their own... Isn't that fascinating?
- Aventurine: Fascinating? People with real power wouldn't waste a second of their time on something like this. Who would lower themselves just to entertain him? And if this so-called Holy Grail turns out to be nothing but a marketing gimmick, things are gonna get really interesting.
- Jade: Old Oti knows that better than anyone. So what kind of return is big enough for him to risk the Alfalfa Family's entire reputation?
- Aventurine: So, you believe this "omnipotent wish-granting chalice" might actually be real.
- Jade: Across the cosmos, ceremonies that tap into a Path's power to create "miracles" aren't uncommon. The Credit Contracts I make with people. Aren't they a form of wish fulfillment, too? And even more so... are the Cornerstones we received.
- Aventurine: So, does that mean you're interested in accepting the invitation?
- Jade: I am interested in the Holy Grail War — but not in the Grail itself. What intrigues me are the people who'd join this War for a so-called "miracle."
- Aventurine: Placing your hopes and dreams on some unknown Holy Grail... it's like dousing yourself in oil and diving straight through a ring of fire.
- Aventurine: Doesn't look promising. But it'll be one hell of a show.
- Jade: And more than that, it's the perfect opportunity to watch and make connections. Only one lucky fool will walk away with the Grail. But the Bonajade Exchange. No, the IPC's Strategic Investment Department can grant everyone's wishes.
- Jade: Our future strategy calls for more allies. Aventurine, you're going to accept the invitation and join the Holy Grail War, aren't you?
- Aventurine: I knew it. Penacony and I just can't seem to stay apart. But I have to say, the way they mark the participants... not exactly pleasant.
- Jade: Speaking of allies, a certain someone has returned to Penacony. Obviously, we can't have any official dealings with him... but since you've exchanged intel before, there's a little trust between you two.
- Jade: I want you to use this Holy Grail War as a chance to strengthen that trust.
- Aventurine: As you wish.
- Skott: Wait... You're telling me the Strategic Investment Department is joining, too!?
- Old Oti: What's wrong, Mr. Skott? As a member of the Marketing Development Department, their reach shouldn't extend to you, right?
- Skott: That's right, Mr. Oti. Besides, with you backing me up, even Louis Fleming...
- Old Oti: Hohohoho... Let's just let Louis Fleming rest for now.
- (After investigating the first TV)
- Old Oti: Mr. Skott, the IPC is just one of many choices in this vast cosmos. Sometimes, you need to fight for your own shot at greatness. I've got high hopes for you.
- (Investigate the TV with Robin and Boothill)
- Robin: "Mr. Pom-Pom," it's been a while~
- Boothill: Hah! Now that's forkin' hilarious. Girl, I know my identity's a little... touchy. But here in Dreamflux Reef, just call me by my name, alright?
- Boothill: It sure has been a while since we last saw each other. Not since that monkey raised hell here. How'd your agent even let a big-time star like you put on a street performance like this?
- Robin: A true singer doesn't only perform for the ones who can afford front-row seats.
- Robin: But you, Mr. Boothill, your appearance here means something big's about to go down again in Dreamflux Reef, doesn't it?
- Boothill: Hey now, don't go makin' me sound like some kind of walking disaster siren! You've heard of the Holy Grail War, right? The ads are everywhere. Nobody in Penacony could've missed it.
- Robin: Wait... are you telling me you're joining the Holy Grail War?
- Boothill: Huh? Why do you sound so shocked? Am I not supposed to?
- Robin: That's not what I meant... or maybe that is what I meant...
- Robin: As far as I know, only the Family heads, IPC execs, and the Astral Express crew received invitations to this Holy Grail War — basically, the "decision-makers" of Penacony.
- Boothill: And ain't I, "Pom-Pom," a member of the Astral Express?
- Robin: That's not what I am saying!
- Boothill: Hah, relax, I'm just messin' with you. For some reason, that old man went and sent an invitation to Dreamflux Reef too. Micah figured things might go down the same way they always do — the folks up top have their fun, and the people below take the hits.
- Boothill: So he sent me the invite, said I might be interested.
- Robin: I see... So Mr. Micah's asking for your help, in his own way.
- Boothill: Makes sense. I mean, after all I'm a two-time hero of Penacony! Sunday, the monkeys...
- Robin: ...
- Boothill: Ahh, dadgum, my stupid mouth. Why'd I bring that up? Sorry. Listen, I don't care about any muddle-fudgin' Holy Grail, but a Holy Grail War? Now that sounds dangerous.
- Robin: Yeah... I get that feeling too.
- Boothill: Summoning dead guys from their graves to duke it out, winner takes all? That sounds like something those IPC shirtbags would come up with. No heckin' way I vibe with that kinda setup.
- Boothill: But since I took Micah's request, I gotta see this through. Make sure things don't spiral out of control.
- Boothill: Alright, time to get prepped. Up next, per the invite's instructions... summoning a Heroic Spirit. See ya!
- Skott: That guy... That's the wanted criminal Boothill!?
- Skott: Mr. Oti, sir, c—can't you revoke his qualification? Letting a criminal join the Holy Grail War is way too dangerous! What if he wishes for every single IPC employee to drop dead? That'd be the end of us!
- Old Oti: Kid, you're basically admitting you think that cowboy's going to win the whole thing. Where's your confidence? You gotta keep your head in the game.
- Old Oti: Once you accept the invitation and are branded with the Command Spells, your qualification as a Master can't be revoked.
- Skott: Then we should send out the Bloodhounds and take that criminal down immediately!
- Old Oti: Hohoho~ But Mr. Boothill wasn't wrong, was he? He's saved Penacony twice before. If we jump the gun and hunt him down now, that wouldn't be very... tactful.
- Old Oti: ...Why are you so scared of this guy, Skott?
- Skott: Uh... let's just say there's some personal history. He's got a, uh... particularly brutal way of handling my department's people...
- Old Oti: Hohoho~ Then isn't this your perfect shot at vengeance? Win this war, and you can bring that cocky cowboy crashing down yourself.
- Skott: Heh... Don't worry, Mr. Oti. Forget a small fry like Boothill. If the traps are set right and the schemes are airtight, even Louis Fleming wouldn't be able to escape!
- (After investigating the second TV)
- Old Oti: Good! Good! GOOD! Hohohohoho! That ruthless streak of yours reminds me of my younger days!
- (Investigate the TV with Pom-Pom)
- Pom-Pom: Who the heck keeps tossing garbage around? The next passenger Pom-Pom catches littering is going to have to write down the train's sanitation rules, a hundred times!
- Pom-Pom: Huh? The First Penaconian Holy Grail War? Inviting the Astral Express to join? Sounds like the kind of spectacle that might interest you, (Trailblazer).
- Pom-Pom: Hmm... Seems like (he/
she)'s not around. Maybe I should pass this to March and Dan Heng instead — wait, why is there graffiti on Pom-Pom's hand!? - Pom-Pom: Ugh... it won't come off!? Who's behind this prank?
- Skott: Tsk, the world's turned upside down... Even the animals on the Astral Express can enter this tournament!?
- Grady: Mr. Oti, should I take care of this first?
- Old Oti: No need~ Letting a contestant like them compete just makes things even more interesting!
Talk to Assassin about the current situation[]
- Step DescriptionEven if his enemies stretched from Clock Studios Theme Park all the way to the Grand Theater, the Lone Wolf still wouldn't bow his proud head. (Probably)
- (Approach Mr. Reca)
- Grady: The stage is set, and the characters are all in position. But, Master, for you and me, this Holy Grail War comes with a few... complications.
- Skott: Yeah, the competition this time is no joke.
- Grady: No, what I mean is... If you look at the backstories of the participants, they generally fall into three categories: those who are in direct competition with your department, those who have a personal grudge against your department, and those who see you as their sworn enemy.
- Grady: In other words, from a narrative standpoint, every single participant we've identified so far is likely to target you first.
- Skott: It's us. You call that a *IPC profanity* "complication"? Like I didn't already know everyone here has a bone to pick with me?
- Old Oti: A little personal wisdom: Not everyone is your enemy, kid. Learn to separate "conflict of interest" from "personal vendetta."
- Old Oti: And the key difference? The first one can be negotiated. The second? Not so much. So if I were you...
- Skott: You'd deal with the personal vendettas first. Heh, heh. Much appreciated, Mr. Oti. I'll keep that in mind.
- Grady: What a poetic twist... Old rivals now destined to settle the score on the Holy Grail War's stage.
- Skott: Lucky for me, I drew the best possible card: Assassin! With your Noble Phantasm, we should have the upper hand...
- Grady: That said, knowing your opponent's next move isn't enough. It's like having a script but never actually shooting the film. Let me remind you, Master. Your least-favorite Nameless is preparing the ritual to summon a Servant right now...
- Skott: Heh heh, (Trailblazer), I gotta take care of you first. Can't have any loose ends hanging around.
Summon a Servant in the formation[]
- Step DescriptionTo avoid summoning a total stranger, maybe it's time to brush up on your Penaconian History: The Clockie Series?
- Hostess: Next up is the moment we've all been waiting for! (Trailblazer) will step in the summoning circle, chant the spell, and summon one of the greatest souls in Penaconian history!
- Hostess: Who will it be? The legendary dreamweaver Glaux? Or perhaps the first Bloodhound? Let's find out!
- (Trailblazer): The stage is set. Now, step into the summoning circle and begin the ritual.
- (Investigate the summoning circle)
- Touch
- (Trailblazer): Alright... let's begin.
- Robin: Heed my words. My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny.
- Pom-Pom: If you heed the Express's whistle and obey the Crispy Crumbly Pom-Pom Pie, then answer!
- Boothill: I have not come to bring all the good in the world, but I am fated to perish, defeating all evil in the world.
- Aventurine: Seven souls flowing from the Amber Lord's stony heart...
- (Trailblazer): Come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!
- You waited for a while, but nothing happened.
- Hostess: So... Where's the Servant?
- There was no light pollution, no exciting music, and no soul that came down from the sky. There was only an awkward silence.
- (Trailblazer): Where's my Servant???
- Skott: Oh, I wish I could capture this pathetic little moment of yours and pass it down as a family heirloom for generations.
- Skott: I was actually worried you'd luck out and summon some terrifying Servant... but turns out, you're just plain cursed!
- Skott: Compared to you, even I seem less of a "lone wolf" now that I have a Servant. Maybe I should let you borrow the title for a couple of days. Bwahaha!
- Skott!? You again?
- (Trailblazer): Skott!? You again? Why is it always you?
- Skott: What, you think I came all this way just to get payback? Oh, don't flatter yourself!
- Skott: I'm here to chase my dream! I don't care about you! At all! Seriously, your existence has zero impact on my mental state! None! Nada! Not at all! I'm completely unbothered! Totally!
- Are you my Servant?
- (Trailblazer): Tell me, are you my Servant?
- Skott: What!? Obviously not! I'm your opponent, fool! Do you seriously not recognize me!?
- Even without a Servant, you're no match for me.
- (Trailblazer): You think you can take a cheap shot and beat me just because my summoning failed?
- Skott: Listen up, (lad/
girlie), let me teach you why rules matter. This is the Holy Grail War! Having a Servant versus fighting alone? That's the difference between wearing power armor and charging in shirtless!
- Skott: Let's not waste time. Your summoning ritual just flopped. This is the perfect moment to serve you every ounce of humiliation you once dealt me, with interest.
- Skott: But hey, I'm a fair guy. Since you failed to summon a Servant... I won't use mine to beat you either. Boys, go get 'em!
Defeat the trouble-making Skott[]
- Step DescriptionEven if you failed to summon a Servant, nothing in the world can stop the Galactic Baseballer!
- (Enter battle against Grunt: Field Personnel ×1, Senior Staff: Team Leader ×1, Grunt: Security Personnel ×1)
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- IPC Worker A: Specialist Skott! You never said the enemy was this strong!
- IPC Worker B: This is way out of our league! Don't forget to file my overtime pay!
- Skott: You idiots! Hold the line!
Chase down the fleeing Skott[]
- (After the battle)
- Skott: These useless mooks are even worse than I thought. Anyways, just fall back for now.
- (Trailblazer): Skott, that's all you've got?
- (After exiting the previous dialogue)
- (Trailblazer): Guess it's my turn to hunt you down now.
- (Approach Skott)
- Skott: You really had the guts to chase me down, huh, (Trailblazer)?
- Skott: What a shame. Your Holy Grail War ends right here.
- Skott: Target is in position! Ready, Assassin?
- Grady: Ready to roll, producer!
- Grady: A blood-splattered, interstellar slasher comedy. Action!
- (Begin battle against Skott: Batch ProducedSkott: Batch Produced Skott: Batch Produced ×3)
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- (Trailblazer): What... are these things?
- Grady: Just some disposable extras. Nothing special.
- Skott: Watch your mouth! They're very valuable to me!
- (Wave 2: Skott: Batch ProducedSkott: Batch Produced Skott: Batch Produced ×4)
- (Wave 3: Skott: Batch ProducedSkott: Batch Produced Skott: Batch Produced ×1)
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- Grady: Until I yell "Cut," these extras will keep performing forever!
- Skott: Bwahaha! If I can't kill you, I'll exhaust you!
- ???: Unbelievable. Amateurs playing at a Holy Grail War? This isn't a future world, it's the end of the world.
- Skott: Who the heck are you!?
- ???: Watch and learn, rookie. At a time like this, you should be... doing this!
- (After an ally's first action, "Gáe Bolg" will appear in the action bar and immediately take action, using True DMG to instantly defeat the final enemy)
- (After the battle)
- Skott: That spear... What just happened? It wiped the field!
- Skott: Don't tell me this guy's your Servant! Assassin, do something!
- Grady: Someone's crashed the set. Producer, I'm not built for front-line combat. And that guy is bad news. So, how about we take the smart approach and run?
- ???: Hmph. So he put his Master into spirit form too. Assassin-class... always such a pain in the neck.
- Are you my Servant?
- ???: Do I look like it?
- Thanks for saving me.
- ???: Oh, don't thank me just yet. My plan was to take you out next.
- Stop fighting! Let's go fishing instead.
- ???: Not a bad idea. But you see, I just hooked a big one.
- ???: You can call me Lancer.
- Lancer: That's not my True Name, of course, but since you'll be out of the game soon... well, does it even matter?
- Lancer: Farewell, Master-with-no-Servant.
- (Cutscene plays)
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- (Lancer attempts to attack the Trailblazer but is stopped by Saber, who then turns to the Trailblazer)
- Saber: I ask you,
- Saber: Are you my Master?
- (Cutscene ends)
- (Opens a special screen)
- Contract Formed, Servant Summoned
- Lancer: You? Tch... What a terrible reunion.
- Saber: That's what I was thinking too, Lancer. But as long as I stand here, I won't let you lay a hand on my Master.
- Lancer: Well, kid... you just hit the jackpot.
- Saber: It's safe now, Master. Are you hurt?
- Wait, you two know each other?
- Saber: We've crossed swords a few times in past Holy Grail Wars. Our allegiances often clashed, but... he's not a bad person.
- Are you my Servant?
- Saber: While the energy sustaining me does not seem to originate from you... there is, without a doubt, a connection between us.
- Saber: Yes, you are my Master. And I am your Servant.
- You don't... seem to be from this world.
- Saber: I've noticed that as well.
- Are you from Penacony?
- Saber: No, I am no Heroic Spirit of this land. I've never even heard of a nation called Penacony in my world.
- Saber: The Holy Grail granted me the knowledge I need to participate in this war, but much of it makes no sense. This world... is completely foreign to me.
- Saber: Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. You may call me by my Servant class, Saber, or by my True Name, Altria Pendragon. I was once the King of Knights in Camelot. I assume you know nothing about this place either?
- Not a thing.
- Saber: It seems that, from the very foundation of our existence, we hail from two entirely different worlds.
- We do have a Camelot here, actually.
- Saber: Oh? Seems like different worlds have their share of strange parallels. Tell me, does your Camelot still stand?
- (Trailblazer): Unfortunately... no. It was completely destroyed. But there are still survivors. I have a friend from there, Guinevere. She's got an older brother named Lancelot.
- Saber: Wait, what???
- Saber: Guinevere's... brother... Lancelot? You mean like, biologically related?
- Saber: You know what? Let's just put a pin in that for now. Clearly, our worlds have some serious differences.
- To help this Servant understand this dream world bathing in memoria, you go on a lecture about interstellar travel and cosmic geography.
- Only to suddenly hear a thunderous rumble... It seems the lady knight before you is starving.
- Was that thunder?
- You hungry?
- Saber: Forgive me. I must seem rather undignified.
- Saber: You may not realize it, but this world has almost no magical energy.
- Saber: And as a Heroic Spirit from a completely unknown realm, I can't draw power from "fame" or Mystics. So, to maintain my combat strength... I need a lot of energy intake.
- Saber: Master. Do you know anywhere around here that serves large portions?
- You really don't have to explain all that...
- Saber: My apologies. To think the first request I make of my new Master is to... devour a feast. Hardly befitting of a king's dignity.
- Well, if you're not picky about the food...
- Saber: Not at all. I've never been particular about taste. Besides, hunger is the best seasoning.
- (Trailblazer): Come on! I'll take you to try the local specialty, Halovian Winged Burgers! No way your world has that!
- At the same time, in the Golden Hour.
- Aventurine: I've always been a gambler, teetering between bad luck and incredible fortune. But even for me, this draw of the cards is a bit...
- Boothill: Still, I have to say, I kinda like your Servant. A partner who plays by the rules and knows his boundaries? I'd take that over you schemers any day. At least he's trustworthy.
- Aventurine: No doubt, he's an incredible Servant. But...
- Aventurine: Who exactly are you in Penaconian history?
- Archer: Master, do I look like I have any ties to this bizarre world of yours?
- Aventurine: Looks like, just like your Servant, he's from another world.
- Archer: That's actually a relief. At least this nightmare of indulgence and debauchery isn't my world's future.
- Boothill: Forkin' hell. So two outsiders summoned two more outsiders? What kind of xenophobic Holy Grail War is this?
- Lancer: Make that three. There are three Servants from another world here.
- Archer: Oh! Cú Chulainn! Things didn't go you way, huh?
- Lancer: Did you just say my True Name out loud? Ever heard of tact?
- Archer: What's the big deal? No one here knows us. No one's ever heard of Erin, or the Hound of Culann.
- Lancer: But that also means we're at a huge disadvantage. We're fighting against Heroic Spirits who get buffed by this world's power.
- Boothill: Man, all I asked you to do was a little recon. How'd you end up looking this beat?
- Lancer: Don't even start. I almost got two Masters in one sweep, but then Assassin covered his Master's escape, and the other one... that gray-haired kid summoned—
- Boothill: Fork! Gray hair!? That's one of ours! Why the heck were you fighting (him/
her)? - Lancer: You're the one who told me to go after the most annoying targets!
- Boothill: Ugh... Guess we'll have to clear up that little misunderstanding when we meet — Huh? You said (his/
her) Heroic Spirit is like you guys? - Lancer: That's right, Master. Their Servant is...
- Lancer: A Saber we're very familiar with.
- Archer: Her? Well, that is an unexpected reunion.
- Aventurine: Are you guys often summoned into worlds that aren't your own?
- Lancer: "Aren't our own"? Most of the time, we're in situations that are foreign to us: someone else's era, nation, war.
- Archer: But I've never seen a world so completely alien before.
- Archer: That said, as a Counter Guardian — you don't need to know what that means — my job is to show up when a Holy Grail War goes wrong. Maybe the other two were pulled here for the same reason.
- Lancer: Ah, I see. So it's your fault we're all stuck here.
- Aventurine: What do you mean by a "wrong" Holy Grail War? Do you mean that, in your world, the Holy Grail War is a common ritual, but in our world, Old Oti completely botched the process?
- Lancer: It's not exactly normal in our world, either. But you guys definitely screwed it up. First off, the Grail is not a toy. And it surely isn't something amateur mages like you should be messing with.
- Lancer: And this time, our physical bodies weren't even constructed from magical energy.
- Lancer: If I had to guess, the so-called "Grail" must have tapped into something similar to magecraft to create this pseudo Holy Grail War.
- Archer: A corrupted ritual... a Holy Grail in the hands of someone who is the host of this war. Lancer, do you want me to spell it out?
- Lancer: Might as well slap "Mastermind" on their forehead. Well, at least my Master this time doesn't seem like the kind of idiot who'd abuse their Command Spells...
- Boothill: That makes things simple. We just find the muddle-fudger behind this Holy Grail War and drag them out into the open.
- Archer: But what if they're waiting for us to come knocking, so they can wipe us all out in one go?
- Lancer: Ugh, it's annoying but unavoidable. I believe I'm the only one here with formal training in magecraft. I'll try and analyze our enemy's setup, see if I can figure out their real goal.
- Lancer: As for you guys... whether you hide or attack head-on, you should be safe for now.
- A breeze blows past and the blue-haired man disappears.
- Boothill: (Trailblazer)'s texting me now? What the fork? These lines... Did (he/
she) just get possessed by the Knight of Beauty? Whatever. Not the first time (he/ she)'s acted like this. - Aventurine: What, already hitting you up for revenge?
- Boothill: No. (He/
She) wants us to meet at Clock Studios Theme Park. Says (he/ she) wants to talk about an alliance. - In the meantime, at Dreamflux Reef.
- Robin: I thought a Heroic Spirit would look... I don't know, more special?
- ???: This isn't quite my true form. But I'm afraid this is the only way I can appear before you.
- ???: Summoned at your request, I am... Caster.
- Caster: I would, of course, prefer to be honest with you. But every time I try to say my own True Name, it turns into this — ███, ███, ███.
- Robin: Dissonance... But that's your name.
- Caster: It was. But it's been trademarked. Copyrighted. Owned by someone else. I'm sorry, Master.
- Robin: Just call me Robin. I'm not used to being called anything else.
- Caster: Miss Robin, I'm sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for. I'm just a faded star from the Age of Dreaming, a piece of dead skin in an industry that sheds its past without a second thought.
- Caster: I was brilliant, once. Who was I? Well... maybe you'd find the answer buried in some old, forgotten magazine. They used to call me the Eternal Silver-Screen Beauty, the Golden Note of Xipe's Legacy...
- Caster: I've had even more names. But ever since I first stepped into the limelight, I've never had my own.
- Caster: Not even in death. Not even now, when I've been dragged from the grave to perform on this new world's old stage. Every time I even try to speak my name, it gets drowned out by that cursed dissonance—
- Caster: But it's my name! My name! Mine!
- Robin: ...
- Caster: I'm sorry...
- Robin: It's okay. Let it out. I get it. Sometimes I want to lose control, too. When we're on stage, under the spotlight, performers like us have to keep our composure.
- Robin: Since you can't use your real name... what should I call you?
- Caster: Caster. That's the title the Grail assigned me.
- Robin: No. I don't like that. I want a name you chose, not a name that was chosen for you.
- Caster: Thank you, Miss Robin. Then call me Miss Note. For now.
- Miss Note: Funny... I don't remember being this emotional when I was alive. Maybe my fractured Spirit Origin is affecting my personality.
- Miss Note: No True Name. No Noble Phantasm. Just this ridiculous talent for theatrics. But I'll do what I can, however little that may be. I'll fight for you and myself to earn a chance to wish upon the Holy Grail.
- Robin: You want to win? To me, the only real victory is making this war disappear.
- Robin: And that's something weapons can never achieve. Only song can do that.
- Miss Note: But people always remember the ones who win wars. Never the ones who try to end them...
- Miss Note: Whether you want to end this war or win it, you're going to need allies. No performance is complete with only the lead on stage.
- Robin: I know. I was just thinking the same thing. Out of everyone in this war, there are at least two people I can trust. I've already invited one of them, and I plan to lay everything on the table for (him/
her).
Take Saber out for a big meal[]
- Step DescriptionAs a seasoned Penaconian foodie, you've got a hundred ways to eat well on the cheap.
- Saber: Penacony... Cityscapes floating in the sky like clouds, where ice cream and cotton candy just chirp and jump straight into your mouth... This is incredible.
- Saber: Just like you said, Master. This world is steeped in dreams.
- Saber: But it wasn't until we arrived at this place, Dreamflux Reef, that I truly understood why the Holy Grail chose this world.
- Why?
- Saber: Because every shining palace has its forgotten corners, gathering dust, ignored. And in those places, there are people with countless, unfulfilled wishes. That's why the Grail would come here.
- Saber: This land proves Penacony isn't a dream kingdom, but an exaggerated reflection of reality.
- Saber: ...
- (Trailblazer): Alright, enough about that. Let's find something to eat. Listening to your stomach rumble is making me hungry too.
- Saber: Uh... Servants don't bring money when they materialize in the world. Is your wallet... good to go?
- No worries. The fast food joints in Dreamflux Reef are cheap with big portions.
- Saber: Then I'm relieved. As a Servant who is a veteran of many battles, I don't really care about the quality of food.
- Don't sweat it, I've got plenty of cash!
- Saber: Good. I'll make sure to repay you with a glorious victory.
- Well, if we run fast enough, it's free.
- Saber: No way! A knight would never stoop to that!
- Saber: If it really comes to that, I'll just have to work as a server to pay it off.
- (After exiting the previous dialogue)
- (Trailblazer): Almost there, Saber. Up ahead is the Dreamscape Fast Food Restaurant.
- Saber: A restaurant in an unknown world... I wonder what kind of delicious surprises await...
- (Approach the restaurant counter)
- Jessie: My dear guests, welcome! What would you like to eat?
- Jessie: Wait a minute... isn't that our Festive Superstar? You're here for that... Holy Grail War, right?
- You guys know all the gossip around here too?
- Jessie: Oh, please! This is Dreamflux Reef, and news spreads like wildfire in this place.
- I'm not—! I'm not involved!
- Jessie: Haha, trying to stay low-key, huh? Don't worry, I won't sell you out.
- Jessie: And this must be the Heroic Spirit you summoned, huh? Dare I ask, Miss, which famous person from Penaconian history do you represent?
- Saber: Sorry, but in the Holy Grail War, revealing my True Name would be a major breach of security.
- Jessie: Gotcha, gotcha. Like a secret recipe, huh?
- Saber: Why don't you tell me this instead? What's the best dish on the menu?
- Jessie: If this is your first time in Dreamflux Reef, I highly recommend the Halovian Winged Burger. It's a burger you won't find anywhere else.
- Jessie: Our store only uses pure organic ingredients sourced from the Memory Zone's farms. The soil they're cultivated in is free of harmful emotions...
- Saber: Thank you, but no need to explain. We'll go with the Halovian Winged Burger.
- (Trailblazer): Alright, we'd like 100 burgers!
- Jessie: Okay... wait, did you say a hundred? Are you sure about that?
- I'm positive.
- (Trailblazer): The lady next to me needs to replenish some energy.
- Give me a minute...
- (Trailblazer): Then make it fifty. The lady next to me needs to replenish some energy.
- Just in case some of them fly away.
- Saber: Wow, you looked so serious and reliable, and yet you're now telling bad jokes!
- Jessie: With so many Halovian Winged Burgers, it'll take a little time to prepare. Please be patient, folks!
- (Trailblazer): So, Saber... what wish would you make to the Holy Grail?
- Saber: If I'm lucky enough to win, I hope...
- Saber: Hold on, let's talk later, Master. I sense another Servant approaching.
- Robin: Two Halovian Winged Burgers, two bottles of Sousa Juice. Miss Note, is that okay?
- Miss Note: Of course... but I'm afraid this isn't exactly a quiet spot to dine. We have a rather... noticeable Servant in front of us.
- Robin: It's been a while, (Trailblazer).
- Robin: Miss Note, this is the trustworthy friend I mentioned to you earlier.
- Saber: Oh... they're a friend of yours, Master?
Talk with Robin[]
- Step DescriptionShe locks eyes with you. Is it time for a high-stakes Servant showdown? Whoa, easy! Fighting before a good meal is just disrespectful to the food, friend.
- (Talk to Saber, optional)
- You can feel her aura bearing down on you, as if standing before an army.
- (Talk to Robin)
- Robin: Excuse me, could you please put their meals on my tab as well? Also, make sure we have a quiet dining experience, no interruptions from the other guests. I'll leave an extra tip for that. Thanks!
- Jessie: Alright, you can rest easy. No one's gonna bother you while you're eating.
- Miss Note: Miss Servant over there, could you tone down the murderous look? If your hand's always on your sword... I'll have to step in to protect Miss Robin.
- Saber: This is the Holy Grail War. Please forgive me, but I'll stay on guard until I'm sure you don't mean any harm to my Master.
- Relax, we're friends.
- Let's just try to get along first!
- Jessie: Sorry to interrupt, dear guests, but... if you're gonna fight, maybe you should eat first? Your Halovian Winged Burgers are ready!
- (Trailblazer): So... let's eat first?
- Miss Note: Agreed.
- Robin: (Trailblazer)... you two ordered all of this?
- With quiet poise and grace, the two Servants polished off the Halovian Winged Burgers on the table.
- Robin: It seems they've all calmed down after eating. The dinner table really is the best place for diplomacy.
- Thank you so much for treating us to the Halovian Winged Burgers.
- Robin: No problem at all. I love seeing people smile after they're full. But your Servant's appetite is truly impressive!
- Miss Note: Miss Saber, I don't remember anyone like you in the history of Penacony.
- Saber: That's because I don't come from Penaconian history... In fact, I don't come from the history of your world at all.
- Robin: I... don't quite understand what you mean.
- Saber: I am the King of Knights who once ruled the kingdom of Britain in another world. I don't exist in Penaconian history, and thus, I shouldn't have been summoned to this Holy Grail War.
- Saber: But in reality, there is at least one other Heroic Spirit in this war who also comes from the another world.
- Robin: Forgive me for asking such a naive question, but... what exactly are you Heroic Spirits? Are you truly the souls of historical figures who have passed?
- Saber: Let's put it like this — Heroic Spirits are those who have been remembered by history. When summoned by the Holy Grail, they materialize in the form of bodies made of "magical energy" and use special abilities, "Noble Phantasms," which are based on their famous deeds in life.
- Robin: Uh, "magical energy," "Noble Phantasms"... Do these things really exist?
- Saber: How should I explain this... This is a world where Mystics are extremely rare. The "magecraft" I know likely can't function as usual. So many things in this Holy Grail War are different from in the past.
- Saber: My body is no longer composed of magical energy, but of other fundamental elements. But you, Miss Note, being a Caster, you should have a better idea than I do of what has happened.
- Miss Note: In life, I wasn't anyone special. So I'm quite surprised to have been summoned as a Heroic Spirit.
- Miss Note: I don't have the sense of security that Miss Saber has, nor have I even retained my True Name. I honestly don't know what a Servant as weak as I am can do for my Master.
- Robin: Miss Note...
- Saber: Even so, the fact that you were summoned by the Holy Grail means that you must have left behind your own story in history. And in the Holy Grail War, the strength of a Heroic Spirit is not an absolute condition for victory.
- Robin: Well said. My brother once told me that Penacony is a land of empty legends and no true heroes.
- Robin: To him, the historical figures of Penacony, the legendary heroes, are all just half-truths, images created by later generations, like products in a store window. Even their dreams turned into reality TV prizes.
- Robin: But at this moment, whether it's the otherworldly Miss Saber or the historical Miss Note... I'm certain you both are more real than that, and not just some commercialized product.
- Miss Note: Master, thank you for your comforting words. But in my current state, with my True Name sealed, and not to mention being an enemy of that Saber, I fear it would be difficult to protect you in front of other opponents, let alone help you achieve your dreams.
- Robin: I'm the last remaining head of the Oak Family, a Chordmaster of Harmony. I'm not as fragile as you think. And as of now, I no longer have a wish to entrust to the Holy Grail.
- Miss Note: Master... what exactly are you saying? If you no longer have a wish to entrust to the Holy Grail, why did you accept the Command Spell, step into the summoning circle, and call me here?
- Robin: I joined this game held by Old Oti with mixed feelings... because, at first, I did have a vague idea in mind.
- Robin: My brother once summoned a higher power to intervene here for his own wishes, hoping to turn Penacony into a "utopia in dormancy." He failed... and now must walk the road of atonement.
- Robin: But the impact of his actions still lingers in the hearts of the people of Penacony... I wanted to use the Holy Grail to erase and heal those scars, to make up for my brother's mistakes.
- Robin: But now, I realize I was wrong. Summoning Miss Note to the present world showed me that the Holy Grail does possess some sort of power — and entrusting my vague, unclear wish to an unknown entity would lead us down a very dangerous path.
- Robin: Regardless of my intentions, my wish is still selfish. It's no different from my brother's wish. I'm sorry, Miss Note, but the moment I summoned you, I realized my true feelings.
- Robin: The people of Penacony are not so weak that they need "Ena's Dream" to save them. I shouldn't ask the Holy Grail for anything. What concerns me more is... what exactly does Old Oti want to use the Holy Grail for?
- Saber: This Holy Grail War is indeed suspicious. You may not know, but in my world, the Holy Grail War was originally a ritual for mages, one that needed to preserve its mysticism in order to obtain the power to create miracles.
- Saber: But this Old Oti, the host, is openly displaying the ritual to the public? This should have tainted it, making it impossible to carry out.
- Saber: I've experienced many Holy Grail Wars and seen many different ritual forms, but this one is unlike anything before.
- Saber: In my view, it's best to proceed with caution. Master, what do you think?
- Let's just beat them all!
- Robin: No, no... We must unite everyone, temporarily setting aside any fighting.
- We should surrender and beg for mercy!
- Robin: It's about making peace... not begging. At the very least, we should show them we have no intention of fighting.
- Let's unite everyone!
- Robin: That's right, exactly.
- Miss Note: From what I know of Old Oti, he won't stop this game no matter what.
- Robin: So, I want to form an alliance with as many participants as possible. Until we clearly understand the true nature of this Holy Grail War and the power of the Grail, we shouldn't make any wishes too hastily.
- Miss Note: You're a worthy successor of the Oak Family, Master. But I think your plan for alliances is a bit idealistic. Each participant and their Servant have their own desires.
- Miss Note: And until the final winner is decided, no one can guarantee that your trusted (Trailblazer) and (his/
her) Saber won't turn their blades on us. - Hey! That's a bit harsh.
- Miss Note: But for now, I'll follow your lead. However, if the situation changes when trying to form alliances with other Servants, I'll make my own decisions.
- (Trailblazer): Huh? Boothill just sent me a really long text message.
- Robin: I got one too. Was it a mass text?
- (Receive a message from Boothill)
- Messages
BoothillTo my dearest Masters,
Greetings to you all. I am Boothill, the Galaxy Ranger.
As the evening breeze of Asdana carries with it the tender whispers of approaching summer, I humbly pray that your noble selves remain in radiant health, untouched by the vexations of seasonal ailments, so as not to miss the splendor of this midsummer's enchanting beauty.
Though but a humble fugitive, it is my profound honor to stand alongside your esteemed selves in the pursuit of the Holy Grail.
As such, with a heart brimming with reverence and gratitude, I extend to you a most earnest invitation to grace Clock Studios Theme Park with your presence. There, I shall humbly offer a modest feast of wine and fare in your esteemed company.
In this season of summer's retreat, Clock Studios Theme Park has transformed into a realm of poetic wonder, a paradise on earth that promises to etch unforgettable memories upon your hearts.
Should you deign to accept my invitation, I would be overjoyed beyond measure. I shall eagerly await your reply. May this humble gathering serve as a cherished testament to the bond we share, and may it bestow upon you a moment of delight and respite amidst your noblest endeavors.
With the highest regards and the deepest wishes,
Here's to you,
Salutations from,
Yours humbly,
Boothill
Check Boothill's letter[]
- Step DescriptionYour good friend Boothill sent you a letter at a time like this. No way it's just an invite to grab lunch...
- Robin: Is this... a text from Mr. Boothill?
- For the love of Akivili, he's cursing up a storm!
- Robin: Huh? You've already figured out how to automatically translate his swearing in your head?
- Robin: Wait, wait, this absolutely isn't from him!
- This isn't from him at all, is it?
- Robin: Putting the content aside, Boothill isn't exactly good at typing, let alone this kind of formal letter format...
- Saber: Looks like... the "mutual slaughter" has already begun.
- Miss Note: See, peace is just the interlude in a war. That Boothill... he's probably already been taken down.
- Robin: No, he's a seasoned warrior. There's no way he's out this early. But someone must've gotten their hands on his phone and is using his identity to lure us to Clock Studios Theme Park.
- Saber: This invitation is written so earnestly. I guess we'll have to graciously accept.
- Robin: Yeah, I was thinking the same. If we rush over now, there's still a chance to save Mr. Boothill. What do you all think?
- I like diving right into the trap.
- Saber: Count me in too.
- To be honest, I'm a bit on edge.
- Saber: Don't worry, Master. No matter what happens, I'll protect you.
- Boothill will be fine!
- Robin: I believe he'll make it out safely too. Either way, this is a good opportunity to ally with him and stop the fighting.
- Saber: The enemy has set up a trap. If we pull back now, we avoid the risk. But losing two allies would put us at an even greater disadvantage in later attacks.
- (Trailblazer): Then let's head out!
- Boothill: Tsk, aren't we supposed to meet up here? (Trailblazer)... where did they go?
- Boothill: ...Something's off. Maybe someone got the jump on them and took (him/
her) and (his/ her) Servant out before we got here. - Archer: With all due respect, if that hypothetical enemy could easily defeat your friend's Saber, then none of us here would be walking away alive.
- Aventurine: Or maybe our old friend is concerned about an IPC employee showing up, so they're lurking in the shadows to assess us?
- Archer: Oh? Were you enemies once?
- Aventurine: Past enemies can still become present-day allies. Am I right, cowboy?
- Boothill: Even with the IPC, (he/
she) should at least trust me after we went through so much together. Hey, (Trailblazer)! Come on out! Let's chat about joining forces as a team! You ain't gonna get hurt! - Aventurine: They aren't coming. I went through a lot of possibilities in my head before we got here, but I never expected to face the most ridiculous of them all...
- Boothill: ...A shirtbag pulled off a scam on a Galaxy Ranger.
- Boothill: Listen up, forkin' shirtbags! Ain't no matter who you are and what you wanna do, I've got you surrounded! Pop out now, or don't say I didn't warn ya when you stub your toe on the way to the underworld!
- Skott: Did you hear that? He's gonna kill us if we don't give ourselves up. Oh, he's every inch a serious criminal with a huge bounty on his head. I'm positively shaking in my boots with how he talks...
- Skott: Wait! Isn't that... Isn't that Mr. Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts!? Why is a criminal wanted by the IPC walking around with an IPC executive?
- Skott: Sir! If that blasted cowboy's got you kidnapped at gunpoint, just gimme a blink! Or... or maybe... you two are actually friends?
- Skott: "An IPC Executive Secretly in Cahoots With a Cosmic Fugitive" — Assassin, you've got to grab this awesome scene on film.
- Aventurine: Your Servant is... Mr. Reca? No... Now that I'm looking at him, there's something off...
- Boothill: Hey. You know him? The guy in the IPC uniform next to Reca?
- Aventurine: There are more IPC employees who know my face than there are grains of sand in Sigonia's desert. You think I can remember them all?
- Skott: Wretched brat! You think I'm scared of you just cos you're a Stoneheart? The Strategic Investment Department's reach may be long, but it will never reach my neck of the woods!
- Skott: After I win the Holy Grail, I will make everyone do as I say! I'll make you all kneel before me and beg for mercy, then have you bark like dogs, oink like pigs... no! Croak like frogs!
- Archer: What a waste. Using the Holy Grail to make people do animal noises.
- Aventurine: So Old Oti even sent invitations to your department? But I thought you folks barely stationed anyone at Penacony. Unless... unless your name is...
- Skott: Huh!? H—Have you actually heard of me?
- Aventurine: Hmm. Never mind. There's no way I'd ever remember the name of some nobody.
- Skott: Ha! You high and mighty executives have never treated us basic workers as people! You would send me to a primitive post like the Xianzhou with one word, and switch me over to Penacony with the next! I thought Penacony might be a juicy gig...
- Skott: ...But all I've done every day is talk business to a bunch of Pepeshi! It's making my neck crank even worse!
- Skott: But hey, all of that will soon be a thing of the past. Aventurine? Heh, I'll replace you and become the new Stoneheart of that name!
- Skott: Assassin! Use your Noble Phantasm to bring me victory!!!
- Boothill: Ho? Do I finally get to see this shrimp's Servant in action? Archer, get ready for a fight.
- Archer: What's with the happy smile?
- Assassin: The filming has begun, actors. Take your positions!
- Assassin: Let the camera roll, let the film spin, and let us return to "The Silent Horror Picture Show"!
- Assassin: Ready... ACTION!
- Archer: Wait, this isn't spirit form. He just vanished, right before our eyes. This Servant's Presence Concealment is more disturbing than I imagined. Wait—
- Boothill: Where's your voice?
- Boothill: Where's my voice? Forkin' hell, forkin' hell! Son of a fork!
- Archer: It's no use. I've tried analyzing this Bounded Field. It doesn't just mute sound, something far more dangerous is closing in.
- Boothill: If there's no sound, then how'd you know what I just said?
- Aventurine: Look, there are subtitles here.
- Boothill: ...
- Skott: Hahahahaha! I've always wanted to see you people like this! A bunch of idiots subjected to my every whim!
- Aventurine: That's not fair! Why do you get to have a voice?
- Skott: And why have you been reduced to this, may you ask? Because now I am the protagonist! You extras will never be treated in the same way as me! I can't wait to hear what kind of petrified screams you'd be making in this horror show...
- Skott: Oh. Wait. Oops, I forgot. No one can hear their own screams in Assassin's Noble Phantasm.
- A moment later, the cowboy's friends arrived, equally clueless.
Other Languages[]
| Language | Official Name |
|---|---|
| English | Fate/Night in Dreamland |
| Chinese (Simplified) | 命运/驻足梦国之夜 |
| Chinese (Traditional) | 命運/駐足夢國之夜 |
| Japanese | Fate / 夢の国で足を休める夜 |
| Korean | Fate/꿈나라의 밤에 머물며 |
| Spanish | Fate/Noche de los sueños detenidos |
| French | Fate/Nuit des rêves réprimés |
| Russian | Судьба: Ночь сновидений |
| Thai | Fate/ ณ รัตติกาลแห่งแดนฝัน |
| Vietnamese | Fate/Đêm Dừng Chân Nơi Giấc Mơ |
| German | Fate/Verweilen in der Nacht des Traumlandes |
| Indonesian | Fate/Malam di Negeri Mimpi |
| Portuguese | Fate/Noite na Terra dos Sonhos |
Change History[]
Released in Version 3.4
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