Serra/Supports

This page contains all data pertaining to Serra's supports.

Hector

Serra			Initial: 15 Per turn: +1 ×			Hector
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	1	0	5	5	5
B	0	2	0	10	10	10
A	0	3	0	15	15	15

C support

Serra: Ah, Lord Hector.
Hector: Yeah?
Serra: Isn't there something you'd like to tell me? Really, there's no need to hold back.
Hector: Huh? What are you talking about?
Serra: Why, your words of thanks, of course!
Hector: Why should I thank you?
Serra: You yourself told me, Lord Hector: "Stay in Ostia, someone needs to defend the homeland."
Hector: Uh huh.
Serra: Yet, I, in my thoughtfulness have come with you! I've come all the way here for you, Lord Hector! I'd take a "thank you," of failing that, a bucket of jewels! Anything will do.
Hector: You want me to thank you for disobeying orders? To tell the truth, I find it hard to fight with you here!
Serra: Really! The nerve of some people! I thought you would be more understanding, Lord Hector!
Hector: Understanding of what?
Serra: Why, I am the only sister in this army!
Hector: Yeah, that's true, now that you mention it. Of course, a replacement would work just as well...
Serra: R-Really! Must you taunt me so? What if I really find a replacement! What then?
Hector: Actually, I was kinda being serious...

B support

Hector: Hey, Serra. Can anyone use a staff of St. Elimine, even if they lack the faith?
Serra: What? Wait! You're making fun of me in a roundabout way! I never! Only someone like you could do such a thing! Can you even imagine the many nights I've wet my pillow in tears...
Hector: ...Nope, I can't.
Serra: I have been sensitive and delicate since I was born, you know! Not that I'd expect you to know that, or care. It might surprise you to know this, but I am of high noble birth!
Hector: Huh? You're right, I didn't know... You some distant relation of one of the nobles of Lycia?
Serra: No, I am a full-blooded member of an Etrurian count's family.
Hector: What, are you serious!?
Serra: Very serious. You should be calling me "Lady Serra," you know, really. But since it's you, Lord Hector, I've been tolerating plain "Serra."
Hector: Hmph, hard to picture...but I guess I'll take your word for it. Where's that count's family from?
Serra: They are, well, that's what I'm not sure of.
Hector: Hah?
Serra: There was all this talk about family status and succession of titles and such... My parents decided to put me in an abbey when I was still a child. That's why I don't know the count's name...or what my parents were like... But I'm sure they were gentle and beautiful people, both of them!
Hector: But you've never met them?
Serra: Yes, but look at me, their child! I'm sure you can imagine how striking my father must... Lord Hector? Was that a yawn!?

A support

Hector: Hey, Serra. That abbey you lived in was in Ostia, right?
Serra: W-Why do... What of it?
Hector: I was thinking, the only abbey left in the land of Ostia right now is the one that was rebuilt when my brother was made marquess.
Serra: Ah!
Hector: So...that was the place?
Serra: Y-Yes...that was where I grew up. With children who had lost their parents in the war, children from poor villages. It was an orphanage for those children, too, you see...
Hector: You know, I visited there once. Dismal place, it was. After my brother donated money it got a little better, true...
Serra: Y-Yes, I suppose... We were always short on food. The winters were cold, with no wood for the fire, and no warm blankets... But I was fine, really! I knew it was only temporary! I knew things would get better!
Hector: Hey, calm down! No need to shout!
Serra: I really am of the bloodline of an Etrurian count's family, I am! I just can't meet them right now because of family... family issues! But, someday... Someday. My true parents will come to welcome me back.
Hector: ... ...
Serra: My mother and father are truly kind people, who thought often of me, alone in the abbey... I... I'm sure of it! It has to be true.
Hector: Serra...
Serra: W-What! Don't look at me like that! It is really true! Really, I-I am...
Hector: It's fine... I believe you. C'mon, don't cry. No one doubts you are who you say you are.
Serra: I know that. I know.
Hector: Oh, all right. Good.
Serra: Well...I should be going. I have to see if anyone's been injured!
Hector: Serra! If you ever need anything, you talk to me or Oswin. We're your family, or at least, we are until your parents come for you.
Serra: Hector!
Hector: Right? So, let's go.
Serra: You are a bit...untidy to be a member of my family... But I suppose I can tolerate that...if I must, yes. ... ...

Matthew

Serra			Initial: 5 Per turn: +1 ×			Matthew
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	0	2	2	5	5
B	1	1	5	5	10	10
A	1	1	7	7	15	15
Ending	Matthew returned to Ostia, where he led the network of spies for the new marquess. During this hectic time, his thoughts turned to Serra. Thanks to her, the pain of losing Leila slowly became more bearable.

C support

Serra: La, la...la la la... La la la, laa...la...
Matthew: ...Hey.
Serra: Oh, it's Matthew! Maaaaatth...yooo! What? What is it? What's wrong? It's just...Matthew! Are you daft? ...... I...am...going...to...tell...Hector...you...said...that!
Matthew: ...Cripes. What's wrong with you?
Serra: Hey. Where are you going? Come on. Over here, over here! Lord Hector said you have to stay by my side, no matter what, right? I am a sweet, helpless little cleric... You have to protect me!
Matthew: Protect you? But I'm a thief! I don't get into brawls...
Serra: That's fine! I can heal you if you get hurt! So come on, don't be shy... right over here!
Matthew: You know... I've been wondering about this for a while... But...are you really one of Elimine's clerics? Are you sure you're not actually the follower of some dark, evil god?
Serra: That was very, very, very mean, Matthew! Are you trying to hurt my tender feelings?
Matthew: ...Hmm. Tender. Right. Let's get going.

B support

Serra: Ahhh-ahh. All this time in the sun is doing terrible things to my skin! Lord Hector needs to take better care of his vassals!
Matthew: Come on. We should keep moving.
Serra: Hey, hey, Matthew! Wouldn't it be great if we had our own vassals?
Matthew: Hm? Who needs 'em. You don't need partners to swipe treasure and unlock doors. And too many people means too many footfalls.
Serra: But I want my own vassals!
Matthew: ...Oh, please, not again. And what exactly would you have your vassals do?
Serra: Well, first of all, they would have to call me Lady Serra... And bring me cold, refreshing drinks... And massage my feet and shoulders every day... I would also require their absolute submission to my every whim, of course... I don't need much, just a faithful servant who would slave away for me until death!
Matthew: ...Oh, is that all? Well, then...
Serra: I wonder if someone has misplaced his vassals recently. Maybe there's one just lying around here somewhere...
Matthew: Not...bloody...likely.

A support

Serra: Hey, Matthew! Listen to this! You'll never believe how mean Lord Hector was to me!
Matthew: ...Blimey. What now?
Serra: I said to him, "Give me some vassals," and do you know what he said back to me? Can you guess? Can you? NOTHING! He ignored me! Can you believe it?
Matthew: ...And you are so very, very difficult to ignore...
Serra: Right! You are seriously the only person who could understand how much hurt I am feeling right now!!
Matthew: I'm not sure anyone could understand...
Serra: Why is Lord Hector always so mean to us? I mean, we are always putting our life on the line for him!
Matthew: ...I hate to admit it, but you may have a point there... I have approached him many times with my own request, only to be turned away...
Serra: Yeah, see!? So, what did you ask for, Matthew? Vassals? Rank? Promotion? Jewels?
Matthew: Ehh... I told him there was... an unwanted distraction... that it was making it difficult for me to work... that he should let me do things my own way, that I should be...free from this distraction...
Serra: Yeah! Yeah! I totally know what you mean, Matthew! Lord Hector just doesn't understand our needs! We should go complain to him together!
Matthew: ...Man, are you ever thick...
Serra: Come along, Matthew! You'll be left behind if you dawdle so!
Matthew: She's not bad looking... If only she would just...shut...up...
Serra: Matthew!!
Matthew: Yeah, yeah. Come along, I know. ...Save...me...

Florina

Serra			Initial: 0 Per turn: +1 ×			Florina
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	1	2	2	5	2
B	1	2	5	5	10	5
A	1	3	7	7	15	7

C support

Florina: Umm... Serra?
Serra: Wha--! Florina! It's been a while, how are you?
Florina: Um, fine. Say, I... Serra, can I ask you something?
Serra: What?
Florina: How can I... become more like you?
Serra: Like me? Well... Do you mean my breathtaking beauty? Or my impeccable fashion sense? Or do you mean...
Florina: Um... Not that stuff... I mean...your personality...
Serra: I'm sorry?
Florina: When there are men nearby, I get scared, even if they're on our side. It...makes me somewhat useless in battle at times.
Serra: Hmmm... I see. Yes, leave it to me, Florina! If you just do everything I say, then you'll be like me in no time!

B support

Serra: You know, I've been thinking... If you have trouble around guys... Maybe it's just because you're shy... See, you're even a little reserved when talking to other women...
Florina: Y-Yes... I am.
Serra: Then you just need to have more confidence! No matter who you're with, just think of yourself as being better than them! That'll do it!!
Florina: I can't think of them...as equals?
Serra: No, no, not at all! Think of them as lowly little bugs if you can.
Florina: As...as bugs?
Serra: look, your shyness is pretty deeply ingrained, right? Then you'll have to take drastic measures!! Stand up straight! Push out that chest! Raise that chin! Look me in the eye! No! I'm a bug, remember! Look at me with disgust!
Florina: Err, umm... Stand up...straight. Puff out... Like this?
Serra: No! No! No! More defiant! And your legs! Take a wider stance! Yeah! That's better!
Florina: ...Um... I feel weird...
Serra: The eyes! Don't forget! Raise your chin! More disdain!
Florina: ...My...neck... ...hurts...

A support

Serra: How goes it, Florina? Have you been practicing what I showed you?
Florina: Umm, I'm sorry... Maybe I just... can't do it...
Serra: Hmm... Maybe not... I guess not everyone can be like me... You know, this is a secret, but I'll go ahead and tell you... I am actually a noblewoman of Etruria.
Florina: R-Really?
Serra: Yeah, I haven't told anyone, but I think they suspect as much. I mean, breeding confers... a certain grace and elegance. Don't I just exude a certain air of total superiority?
Florina: Well, umm... I guess... You kind of are like a... a princess.
Serra: Oh, So you think so, too? I knew you would, Florina!
Florina: Yes, I... I've always thought you were... different from other people...
Serra: Yeah! Yeah!
Florina: You're always bouncing around... Popping up and just... Just saying whatever you want...
Serra: Wait, wait, wait! Now, which one of those makes me seem like a princess?
Florina: I really did want to be more like you... So I mustered my courage and approached you... I'm glad I did. We should stay friends...
Serra: Aww...Florina!

Sain

Serra			Initial: 0 Per turn: +2 ×			Sain
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	0	2	2	5	5
B	1	1	5	5	10	10
A	1	1	7	7	15	15

C support

Sain: Ahh... Sweetest Serra! No matter how often I see you, you always present the freshest and most lovely appearance!
Serra: Well, well... Sain. I've always thought you had an eye for beauty.
Sain: That is but one of the noble traits that runs in our good house... And, surely, it is what has brought us together now! Ah, Serra, we would make such a fine pair!
Serra: Well, I don't know about that quite yet, but...
Sain: Ahh, a bit coy, are we? Or perhaps you wish to delay the pleasure to make it sweeter?
Serra: It's not that, but... Wait, you're just trying to get me to say yes, right?
Sain: For that, I would do anything, my dear!
Serra: Mmm, well... We'll see, won't we?

B support

Serra: Hey, Sain, look at this! What do you think? Isn't it adorable?
Sain: Yes. What a lovely little doll!
Serra: No, silly! It's not a doll. It's a special necklace sold only in Etruria.
Sain: That's a necklace? Well, that's...rather...peculiar.
Serra: Yeah, they haven't really gotten around yet. But they're a big hit with the fashion elite.
Sain: Is that right? Well, Serra, you certainly do have good fashion sense. I still don't know very much about these sorts of things.
Serra: But of course not! Caelin is pretty out of the way, even for Lycia! Even Lyn, who is just gorgeous, has zero fashion sense.
Sain: Ahh... How can you say that?
Serra: You know, Ostia is probably the center of the fashion world right now, so that's probably why you don't get my style. I'm just so far ahead of the rest of the fashion world.

A support

Serra: Hey, Sain. So, who do you think Lyn will end up with? Lord Eliwood? Lord Hector, maybe?
Sain: Lady Lyndis? Hmmm... Why do you ask?
Serra: Well, you know, it's fun to guess! No matter who she chooses, it'll be big news throughout Lycia, right? But who? Who? Which one, do you think?
Sain: I think it's a mistake to restrict the contest to just those two. Why even this humble knight might be a suitable suitor.
Serra: No, not you, Sain. You're not even in the running...
Sain: What!? I had no idea! Could that sparkle in her eye have been nothing more than the reflection of my own love?
Serra: Yeah. I check up on these things, you know. And according to my sources, the one that Lyn likes is...
Sain: She likes--?
Serra: Lord Hector, I'd say... They argue a lot, but that's the sign of passion! My intuition is very keen. Personally, I'd go for Lord Hector anyway... I mean, he's royalty! As the heir, he'll be the future marquess!
Sain: Hmmm... Hey! Serra! Can you tell me who has eyes for me?
Serra: Nope, nope, nope. I know, but I won't tell.
Sain: But...why!?
Serra: Because...you hit on all the girls... And I...think...that...makes...you...gross. So I will never tell!
Sain: Ahhh! Hold on! Serra!

Oswin

Serra			Initial: 10 Per turn: +1 ×			Oswin
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	1	0	5	2	5
B	1	2	0	10	5	10
A	1	3	0	15	7	15
Ending	Oswin returned to Ostia, where his duties as minister to the new marquess kept him busy. Serra clung to him intensely, despite his protests. Finally, her innocent stubbornness won his heart and eased his weary mind.

C support

Serra: OK, let's see... Saint Elimine, praise be your graces. Please ensure that no one dies in this battle. Please grant me speed to heal my allies' wounds. And, um, what else...
Oswin: ......
Serra: I want Hector to give me a lot of gold, and I want to get all the food and only ever have to do the fun jobs, and I want a servant who does whatever I say, and everyone should worship me and give me things, and...uhh...
Oswin: This is an unorthodox prayer. Does it go on much longer?
Serra: Lord Oswin!? Ohhh... Were you listening that whole time?
Oswin: I have orders for you from Lord Hector. You must join the healers on the front line...
Serra: What!? You're joking.
Oswin: Joking?
Serra: You want me to be right up in the front, where all the swords and axes and spears are? Why should I be up there?
Oswin: ...In a normal fight, you wouldn't. But this time's different. Lord Hector and Lord Eliwood are on the front line. If we, their retainers, do not help them, then what are we? Perhaps you convinced Hector to go easy on you last time? Not this time. Go to the front lines and do as you are told.
Serra: ...Yes, m'lord...

B support

Oswin: Serra.
Serra: Ah, Lord Oswin! What is it? Oh! I know! You came here to praise me!
Oswin: ...Why would you say that?
Serra: For my efforts... Because I'm trying so hard, right? I was out healing on the front lines and everything earlier. You saw how good I was, healing all our troops! And, and, and...
Oswin: Quiet, child. What you did was no more than expected.
Serra: What?
Oswin: It is your duty to heal those who are hurt. And any evaluation of your own success is trivial.
Serra: What does that mean?
Oswin: Your words and actions are bad for morale. I ask you as a fellow Ostian, behave yourself.
Serra: Wh-What? Has someone been saying bad things about me? It's just jealousy, I tell you!
Oswin: I am the one saying these things.
Serra: Oh...
Oswin: Your lack of control is harming others. From now on, exercise some discipline.
Serra: ......Yes...m'lord.

A support

Oswin: Serra.
Serra: ......
Oswin: What? What's wrong? Why don't you answer?
Serra: ......
Oswin: Serra!? Can't you speak!?
Serra: ...... You...hate me...don't you?
Oswin: What are you talking about?
Serra: ...I want to talk to you, but...all you ever do is tell me everything I'm doing wrong... You don't like anything I do, right? So... So... ... ... ... ... ......sniff...
Oswin: How has it come to this? Perhaps I have been stern in the past. But I always had your interests in mind.
Serra: ...Sniff Sniff... ......It's fine... It's my own fault for being so foolish. It's no wonder you all hate me so.
Oswin: ...Sigh... No one hates you...
Serra: ......Oh?
Oswin: Our soldiers are all quite taken with you, in fact.
Serra: ......
Oswin: Why, even the enemy soldiers seem smitten by your charms. That's why I asked you to lay low.
Serra: ...I thought...you hated me... But...maybe you really like me? Maybe that's why you're so mean?
Oswin: I did not intend to be mean.
Serra: So you do like me? Ahh, what should I do? I have taken the vows of chastity!
Oswin: You see...this is what I was talking about...
Serra: You look old, but you're still in your thirties, right? Fourteen years apart, huh? Hey, that's not so bad!!
Oswin: What? Woman, what in the name of all that--
Serra: Oh, Lord Oswin, I am so happy to know how you feel! And I will certainly give it great consideration. Just wait for my answer! Hee hee hee...
Oswin: ...How I feel? Ooooh...

Lucius

Serra			Initial: 0 Per turn: +2 ×			Lucius
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	1	2	2	5	2
B	1	2	5	5	10	5
A	1	3	7	7	15	7

C support

Serra: ...Sooo, you're Lucius, right?
Lucius: Yes. I am indeed, Sister Serra.
Serra: Huhn. ...This is the first time we've spoken. Do you know why?
Lucius: Why? ...No, I do not.
Serra: I just make a policy not to make friends with girls who are as adorable as I am. I don't need anyone else drawing attention away from me! So stay away from me, got it? Is that all sinking in?
Lucius: Y-Yes...
Serra: Oh, and I forgot one thing! You can't come near me, but I expect you to fully back me up as your senior cleric, all right? We serve St. Elimine, right? I mean, we're the same? Well, you're much older, but you still need to follow the code!
Lucius: W-Well, yes. Of course. ...But.
Serra: What? Do you have some complaint?
Lucius: No, no complaints... ...It's just... I'm...
Serra: Why do you have to be so horribly annoying! Just tell me, already!
Lucius: I'm not a cleric. I'm a monk, so... So......
Serra: A M-Monk!?
Lucius: Yes...
Serra: But...to be a monk, don't you have to... be a... Well...a guy?
Lucius: Yes. Yes, you do.

B support

Serra: ...Hahhh. Was it some kind of dream? I refuse to believe that such a beautiful man could exist... And that I would meet him! ...I feel dizzy!
Lucius: I...beg your pardon. Is now a bad time?
Serra: Oh!!
Lucius: I need to ask, did I...do something to disturb you?
Serra: ...N-No! I mean...not at all...
Lucius: Really? Oh, good. Because you got so quiet all of a sudden... I was worried...
Serra: ...... Entrancing... What beautiful eyes...
Lucius: ...Sister Serra?
Serra: Serra... Serra... He said my name! ...Oh, Elimine preserve me! Even his voice is... beautiful!
Lucius: Umm...
Serra: Oh, what should I do? Oh! I know! I should pray! Saint Elimine, praise be your graces!!
Lucius: ...Umm...

A support

Serra: Lord Lucius?
Lucius: Yes, child, what is it?
Serra: I was wondering where you're...umm...from?
Lucius: I was born in Etruria.
Serra: I knew it! That gorgeous blonde hair! Where else would you be from?
Lucius: ...Not all Etrurians have blonde hair...
Serra: Oh, it was just a guess. Don't take it so seriously. And what rank is your family at court? Barons? Viscounts, perhaps? Counts, even!? Oh, if they were dukes, I would just die!
Lucius: ......Serra. I am...a commoner.
Serra: ...What? No way!
Lucius: My father was a soldier for hire. He died...when I was three.
Serra: Ohh... Then... How did you live?
Lucius: My mother died shortly after of a wasting sickness. When she breathed her last... they took me in at the orphanage, where I spent several years...
Serra: In an orphanage...
Lucius: ...I-I'm sorry... I am certainly not what you expected at all...
Serra: ... ... ... ... ...
Lucius: Si-Sister Serra? Why are you crying so?
Serra: ...No... You don't understand... I... I... I was raised in a convent.
Lucius: Oh...
Serra: ...Like you... I grew up... ...in a strange...sad place... ...I understand... what it was like
Lucius: You are very kind...
Serra: ... ... ...
Lucius: Serra? Surely, we two, who have suffered so much, were meant to meet, destined by Saint Elimine. I am grateful to her for bringing you...to my side.
Serra: Ohh, Lucius, I, too, am grateful...

Erk

Serra			Initial: 2 Per turn: +1 ×			Erk
Support Level	Attack	Defense	Hit	Avoid	Critical	Dodge
C	0	1	0	5	5	5
B	0	2	0	10	10	10
A	0	3	0	15	15	15
Ending	After the battle, Erk returned to his studies. His newfound feelings for Serra were an unwelcome distraction. In Ostia, Serra declared she would "live for love" with Erk, and Marquess Ostia gladly saw her off.

C support

Serra: Oh, hi there, Erk!
Erk: ......
Serra: You should be thanking me. I'm the one who got you into this outfit. In fact, you should be terribly grateful to me!
Erk: ...Well, you did introduce me to Lord Eliwood... But that's about it, really. I owe you no special obligation.
Serra: That's the most ungrateful thing I've ever heard! You know, Erk, I've been with them longer than you have... So you really should treat me like your superior!
Erk: ...As usual, you use entirely confounding logic. Doesn't Lord Eliwood decide such matters?
Serra: Well, he hasn't mentioned it yet, but I'm sure he would agree. After all, I am his close friend and Hector's fiancée!
Erk: ...... ...Well, I've heard enough. Talking to you is just a neverending headache...
Serra: Hold your tongue, servant! You would speak thus to your lady and liege? ...Hey! Erk, wait up!

B support

Serra: Hi, Erk.
Erk: Mm? You again?
Serra: What have you been doing? You're supposed to protect me! So hurry up and start protecting!
Erk: Why should I have to protect you? I have not been ordered to do so.
Serra: Pfff! What are you talking about? My orders are good enough!
Erk: Look, I don't think you understand...
Serra: Well, someone would have ordered you to eventually, anyway... Both Lord Eliwood and Lord Hector are captivated by my charm... So, wait...wouldn't that make me this army's... ...leader? Wow, I didn't even know I had that kind of power!!
Erk: Ahem... You are a member of House Ostia, are you not? So why are you putting on such airs? In some ways... I actually envy you...
Serra: Oh, really? Well, it's always nice to receive compliments...
Erk: I really do envy you...

A support

Erk: Serra, could you please stop moving around so much? It's hard enough protecting you when you stand still...
Serra: What's the matter, Mr. Frumpy-Face? Well, at least you've started taking my orders...
Erk: ...Look, it wasn't your order... I was actually instructed to guard you by someone in authority. And nothing else, got it?
Serra: Oh, don't act like you don't love the chance to stay by my side! Come on, don't fight it...
Erk: ...Rubbish.
Serra: I knew it! My beauty should be a crime! Ah, but poor Erk, it must be hard to be you... Surely Eliwood and Hector despise you for getting the chance to be with me like this... They might send you to the front line to die, even!!
Erk: I am not too worried about that.
Serra: ...Hm. Now what kind of an answer is that? You must not understand the power I have over men! Now listen closely, and I'll explain from the beginning...
Erk: That's enough! Why do you pester me constantly!? If you hate me so, why be around me!?
Serra: Don't say that! I'm the only here who understands your dark, secretive personality! You're likely to starve to death or get hurt and die if I don't look after you! I just stay by your side to make sure that doesn't happen!
Erk: It's the same with me. People find you so annoying, they probably wouldn't look for you if you disappeared... So I stay with you to make sure you don't...
Serra: You...don't mean that...
Erk: It's no worse than what you said!