Hans Andersen and Asterios, first ascension. They look cute together in
my team, and I had a little headcanon about Asterios carrying Andersen
around since he’s so small, to which Asterios doesn’t mind.
Since I recently got sucked into playing this game and it seems like there’s not that many translations out there, I thought I would contribute with a few things as I felt the motivation. Asterios’ Interlude was adorable, so here’s a script for it if you’re interested. Notes on translation quirks at the bottom. Thanks, and enjoy.
This is not a time-limited event, like the Servant Strengthening Quests event.
At Bond Level 10, you get an exclusive Craft Essence. (Each Servant has a different CE)
These Craft Essences are at MAX Limit Break and can only be obtained once.
With each Bond Level gained beyond 5, the player is rewarded with a number of Saint Quartz (SQ) or Golden Apple (GA) dependent on that Servant’s rarity. (5★: 3 SQ, 4★: 2 SQ, 3★:1 SQ, 2★: 2 GA, 1★: 1 GA)
The Minotaur raised its head, eyes glazing under the dim starlight of that night. Cold air swept across his form - causing him to curl into himself for warmth… as well as security. The vast expanse of the open space that loomed around him unsettled him somewhat and the best he could do is to squeeze himself into the largest crook of roots that could accommodate him.
His mind vaguely rejected the idea that he missed the walls that had been his home for years…but he did. The Labyrinth, despite being the prison that held him and spelled doom for a lot of unfortunate souls, was the closest thing to safety that he could recognize.
He had no memories besides his life underground. No memory of his mother, Pasiphae, no memory of King Minos - the man who ordered the construction of the Labyrinth itself, nor memories of the countless faceless beings who met their doom in that domain.
A single name evoked such a strong recollection of events…
One in particular being his own death.
He scratched his head in mild bewilderment. He mind retained enough clarity to recognize that the very fact of getting murdered should elicit resentment against the perpetrator. However, nothing but calm acceptance for his fate back then lingered in his mind. Perhaps he welcomed the freedom death offered? He held himself tighter against the cold and the blank space the crept onto him from every direction… but at the same time held his gaze aloft, enchanted by the lights that flickered in the sky.
Being with the head of a bull and body of a human that lived in the center of the Labyrinth of King Minos. He was born when the Greek God of the Sea, Poseidon cursed Minos’s wife Pasiphaë to mate with a bull that Minos should have sacrificed to him.
Because of his appearance and brutal nature, he was locked in an impossible maze and fed seven boys and seven girls every seventh or ninth year. The hero Theseus slew the Minotaur with the help of Minos’s daughter, Ariadne.