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Astolfo/Supports
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This page contains all the data pertaining to Astolfo's supports.
Bors
Astolfo | Initial: 1 Per turn: +2 × |
Bors | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 0 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 5 | 5 |
B | 1 | 0 | 10 | 5 | 10 | 10 |
A | 1 | 0 | 15 | 7 | 15 | 15 |
C Support
Astolfo: Heya, Bors.
Bors: Astolfo... Is something the matter?
Astolfo: Nah, it's nothing. I just wanted to say hi. Ha ha ha...
Bors: ...... That smell... Have you been drinking?
Astolfo: Maybe a little. I was bored so I decided to have a swig...
Bors: Bored? This is the middle of a battle...
Astolfo: Hey, all I can do is open chests and doors anyway... Not like I can fight or do anything worthwhile. I'll get out of your hair so you can get back to fighting...
Bors: ......
B Support
Astolfo: Oh, Bors. Long time no see.
Bors: Astolfo... I think you should refrain from...imbibing as you do. The younger recruits are watching, and you're setting a bad example.
Astolfo: Bors...
Bors: ...Yes?
Astolfo: I'm sorry... about Lord Hector...
Bors: ......
Astolfo: I knew there was a traitor to the Lycian League... If I'd done my job properly, we wouldn't be in this state... Lord Hector wouldn't have lost...if I'd...
Bors: ..... That was not your fault.
Astolfo: And, you know... The rebellion. It should have been obvious... But I couldn't do anything about it... Heh, I'm just a worthless sack... You must really hate me... I'm a joke of a spy... Ha ha...ha...
Bors: ......
Astolfo: Rats... I'm out of sauce...
A Support
Bors: Astolfo.
Astolfo: Huh...? Oh, Bors. Come have a drink with me...
Bors: Stop blaming yourself.
Astolfo: ......
Bors: We lost Lord Hector. The responsibility lies in all of us. But...still...we must not dwell on the past. We must look forward. We must do as Lord Hector would have wanted. We need you, Astolfo.
Astolfo: ...... ...Why? Why are you...defending a useless wretch like me...?
Bors: Because you are a knight of Ostia.
Astolfo: ...A knight? Who...? Me?
Bors: You may not have been knighted... But you put your life on the line for Lord Hector. That is more than enough to make you a knight. At least, I think so.
Astolfo: ...... ...Bors...I...
Bors: Astolfo, let us move forward... and make our master proud.
Lilina
Astolfo | Initial: 30 Per turn: +2 × |
Lilina | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 0 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 5 | 2 |
B | 1 | 1 | 10 | 5 | 10 | 5 |
A | 1 | 1 | 15 | 7 | 15 | 7 |
C Support
Lilina: Hello, Astolfo.
Astolfo: Well, if it isn't Lady Lilina. Your beauty is a sight to behold. In fact, I think it's rubbing off on me. My wrinkles are fading. See?
Lilina: Astolfo... You haven't changed at all. My father always said you'd be better at your job if you were more serious.
Astolfo: You'll hear no arguments from me, milady.
Lilina: ...By the way, how did you meet my father? He never told me anything...
Astolfo: It really wasn't a meeting you'd go around telling people about.
Lilina: What does that mean?
Astolfo: ...I was a petty thief back then. I decided to creep into Castle Ostia to swipe some treasure, see.
Lilina: Really?
Astolfo: Oh yeah.
Lilina: What happened?
Astolfo: Well... ...Whoops, we really shouldn't be wasting time like this. Forgive me, milady, but I'll tell you the story some other time.
Lilina: Oh? I guess I can wait...
B Support
Astolfo: ...It was easy getting to the treasure vault. I'm an expert at picking locks and all that, after all. Once I'd grabbed all the goodies and made my way out, bam! There was a man, standing right in front of me. And wouldn't you know, that man was--
Lilina: My father?
Astolfo: You got it. Lord Hector just stood there, staring at me. He didn't seem angry or anything. You could tell he was important just by looking at him. Me? I was frozen on the spot, with bags of loot over my shoulders. Would he call the guards? Would he cut me down right then and there? My mind was racing, trying to figure out what was coming up...
Lilina: What happened?
Astolfo: He suddenly burst out laughing, milady. "Quite a man to get through my
security so easily," he said. Then he asked my name. I was speechless, mouth open. Lord Hector then offered me the job of serving him.
Lilina: Wow...
Astolfo: I thought he was out of his mind. But I could tell he was serious. Anyway, I wasn't up for it and ran for the door with the treasure. And then...
Lilina: And then?
Astolfo: And then Lord Hector...
Lilina: What? What did he do?
Astolfo: He... Whoops, sorry, milady, I should really get going. I'll finish the story later.
Lilina: Again? Sigh...
A Support
Astolfo: Lord Hector... He didn't budge even when he saw me start to run. So I made a mad dash. I was almost at the door, but Lord Hector was still just standing there. I was confused, so I turned and yelled at him, "I'm getting away with your treasure! You're not going to do anything?!" A heavy voice responded. "Flee if you wish. You have earned the treasure. But is that what you want in life? To live in fear in the shadows?" I ran like a madman, milady. I fled from the castle, from his booming voice. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I wandered around aimlessly all night. At the break of dawn...I found myself back at the front of the castle. And Lord Hector was there waiting for me.
Lilina: ......
Astolfo: I worked for him ever since, milady. He changed my life.
Lilina: So that’s what happened...
Astolfo: Lady Lilina, I will never be ashamed to say this. Your father...was the most honorable man I've met.
Barthe
Astolfo | Initial: 10 Per turn: +2 × |
Barthe | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 0 | 0 | 5 | 5 | 2 | 5 |
B | 0 | 1 | 10 | 10 | 5 | 10 |
A | 0 | 1 | 15 | 15 | 7 | 15 |
C Support
Barthe: It seems Bern was working behind the scenes even before the war started.
Astolfo: Yeah. The traitors to the Lycian League, the rebellion at Ostia... All according to their plan. Of course, I'm to blame for that. I didn't realize soon enough.
Barthe: The betrayals and Lord Hector's death... We all share the blame. It wasn't just you.
Astolfo: Nah, it was me. The mistakes I made... They were just too egregious.
Barthe: ...We must keep our eyes sharp so that such a tragedy does not happen again.
Astolfo: Yeah, traitors and spies could be anywhere. Possibly even in this army.
Barthe: What...?! You know of a traitor in our ranks?!
Astolfo: Well...no. But if I learned anything from Lord Hector's death, it's that we can't be too careful.
B Support
Barthe: Astolfo... About potential traitors.
Astolfo: Yeah?
Barthe: Do you have any suspects?
Astolfo: No, not yet. I'm looking into it.
Barthe: Once you think about who might be a traitor... any number of soldiers could betray us for any number of reasons.
Astolfo: Yeah, we've got people from just about everywhere. I'll have to go through them individually, one by one... It won't be easy, I can tell you that.
Barthe: The most obvious suspect would be that princess...
Astolfo: Guinivere, princess of Bern. There is something suspicious about her.
Barthe: Lord Roy trusts her. I don't want to think that she...
Astolfo: Still...
Barthe: Our comrades would lose all trust in us if they found out we suspect them of betrayal...
Astolfo: ...... It's rough, isn't it? But someone's got to do it.
A Support
Barthe: Astolfo. ...How did the search go?
Astolfo: Yeah, about that. It took a while, but I feel confident that there are no traitors.
Barthe: I see...
Astolfo: Princess Guinivere genuinely trusts Lord Roy. And so does everyone else. This ragtag group has a stronger bond than you might think.
Barthe: Good... That's a relief.
Astolfo: Uh-huh. So that's taken care of. I'll keep an eye on any new recruits who join up, too.
Barthe: I’m sorry to make you do all the dirty work...
Astolfo: Hey, don’t let it bother you. It’s what I do.
Gwendolyn
Astolfo | Initial: 1 Per turn: +2 × |
Gwendolyn | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 0 | 0 | 5 | 5 | 5 | 2 |
B | 1 | 0 | 10 | 10 | 10 | 5 |
A | 1 | 0 | 15 | 15 | 15 | 7 |
C Support
Gwendolyn: Sir Astolfo.
Astolfo: Hm? Oh... You’re Bors’ younger sister.
Gwendolyn: What are you doing back here? You have light gear. You should be well ahead of us.
Astolfo: Uh... Yeah, sorry. This leg doesn't work the way it used to...
Gwendolyn: ...Sir Astolfo, just how old are you? Perhaps you should retire if your body can't keep up.
Astolfo: You're even more austere than your brother. ...And you have the same physical build, too. A girl your age should really watch her weight.
Gwendolyn: I don't have a weight problem! This is my armor!
Astolfo: OK, OK, sure. Just calm down...
Gwendolyn: I think you could learn a thing or two from my brother.
B Support
Gwendolyn: Sir Astolfo.
Astolfo: Hey, Gwendolyn. How's it going?
Gwendolyn: ...Sir Astolfo... You can't sit here and rest like this... This is a battlefield! It's serious!
Astolfo: What's the point in getting fired up over nothing? Relax. Why don't you join me? Take your shoes off.
Gwendolyn: ...... I won't let this slide. You leave me no choice! I'll have to drag you to battle!
Astolfo: Hey there... Slow down...
(Astolfo loses his balance)
Gwendolyn: S-Sir Astolfo... That wound...
Astolfo: Oh... This? It's just an old scar. This leg is pretty useless because of it, though.
Gwendolyn: ...... When...did you get that wound?
Astolfo: Hmm... A long time ago. I messed up on a reconnaissance mission in Castle Bern. I did get away though, so it's like a trophy to me.
Gwendolyn: I... I'm sorry! I didn't know...
Astolfo: Yeah, whatever. Don't worry about it...
A Support
Gwendolyn: Sir Astolfo.
Astolfo: Ah, Gwendolyn. Come to grace me with your beauty?
Gwendolyn: I will not be swayed by flattery. I know your leg slows you down. But! You have other habits that are not excusable! First, you imbibe far more than is acceptable...
Astolfo: ...Oh, brother...
Gwendolyn: I will not let you laze about as you do. You must behave like a proper Ostian knight!
Astolfo: Yeah, whatever...
Igrene
Astolfo | Initial: 10 Per turn: +1 × |
Igrene | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 0 | 0 | 5 | 5 | 2 | 5 |
B | 0 | 1 | 10 | 10 | 5 | 10 |
A | 0 | 1 | 15 | 15 | 7 | 15 |
C Support
Igrene: You...!
Astolfo: Hm?
Igrene: I can't believe my eyes...! Could it...could it really be you?
Astolfo: Sorry, what? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Astolfo. Just a petty thief.
Igrene: ...You look just like him... You look so much like... my husband...
Astolfo: Your husband?
Igrene: I lived with him in Arcadia. ...But one day he left without saying a word...
Astolfo: Huh. And he looks exactly like me? Well, they say everyone has an exact double somewhere out there. Best you forget about it.
Igrene: Wait! Let me see your leg.
Astolfo: Hey, whoa, what're you doing?
Igrene: I first found him collapsed in the desert. The heat had gotten to him, and he'd lost his memory. He had blade wounds all over his body, but he had a particularly bad injury on his leg. It never fully healed, and it left a scar.
Astolfo: Well, I'm not your man. My legs are clean. I don't have any gross scars like that. I really have to get going.
Igrene: Oh...
B Support
Igrene: ......
Astolfo: You again?
Igrene: Are you... Are you really not him?
Astolfo: No way. But hey, for what it's worth, I can't believe that guy. Dumping a gorgeous gal like you. What a chump.
Igrene: ...... Please, let me tell you about him.
Astolfo: All right. I can do that.
Igrene: His name was Gorlois. We started to live together as I nursed him back to health. We lived happily for several years. Slowly, his memory started returning. I was happy, but also...scared.
Astolfo: ......
Igrene: One day, bandits attacked Arcadia. Gorlois left to fight them off but he never came back.
Astolfo: ......
Igrene: The corpses of the bandits all sank into the quicksand. I couldn't find Gorlois, so I assumed the same happened to him.
Astolfo: Well, there you go. There's your story.
Igrene: I couldn't help but think in the bottom of my heart that he might yet live.
Astolfo: Ah. Wishful thinking.
Igrene: But...if he were alive, he wouldn't have disappeared without a word...
Astolfo: He's probably living a pretty miserable life now anyway. I say you forget about him and move on. Hey, I know. I can give you a kiss in his place if it'll make you feel better...
Igrene: !
(Igrene leaves)
Astolfo: Ow. She didn't have to slap me... Sigh...
A Support
Igrene: Oh...
Astolfo: It's you. The rejected man will slink away now...
Igrene: Wait! Golrois...! ...I mean, Astolfo.
Astolfo: ......
Igrene: Please, look at this... My husband had it when I first met him.
Astolfo: What is this doodle?
Igrene: It's not a doodle. It's a seal given to Lycian spies. I also did some research on what kind of work they do... And...now I understand...
Astolfo: ......
Igrene: Spies carry information dangerous to their enemies. If a spy is caught, the enemy will exploit any weakness. Family and loved ones are often taken hostage... And the spy is tortured until he spills every bit of information. That's why a spy must be alone... He must have no family, friends, or loved ones...
Astolfo: ...I'm sorry, but... that guy is dead. He was devoured by the quicksands of Nabata. All this stuff about spies... It's just your imagination. Or maybe the desert heat made you see things.
Igrene: ...... Yes... It must have been a dream... A wonderful dream...
Astolfo: ...Igrene. ...I... Sorry, forget it.
Igrene: ......
Astolfo: Just...forget about me. ...Please.