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Hugh/Supports
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This page contains all data pertaining to Hugh's supports.
Chad
Chad | Initial: 1 Per turn: +1 × |
Hugh | ||||
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
Chad: Hey! Are you Hugh?
Hugh: Huh? So what if I am, kid?
Chad: ...Is it true that you're a moneylender?
Hugh: Maybe. Why?
Chad: I want to borrow 3,000 gold.
Hugh: Well, you're out of luck, kid. I only lend money to grown-ups. Especially to lovely ladies.
Chad: ... Oh. All right then, I'll ask someone else then.
Hugh: Hey, hey, hey, slow down there. Have a little more persistence, kid. You can't give up so easily.
Chad: But you only lend money to adults, don't you?
Hugh: Well, if you insist, I can make an exception for you. But your interest will be twice the normal rate.
Chad: I thought you'd say something like that. ...But fine. Let me borrow the money. I'll give it back when we get paid.
Hugh: One, two, three. Here you go, 3,000 gold.
Chad: Thanks. See you later.
Hugh: Remember, it's 4,000 after interest! ...How could I turn him down after he looked at me like that? This is why I hate kids...
B Support
Chad: Hey! Here's the money I owe you.
Hugh: One, two, three, four. Yup, that's 4,000. I haven't seen you around lately so I thought you ran off with it.
Chad: I keep my promises. What kind of person doesn't?
Hugh: You'd be surprised. You're an honest kid. You sure you chose the right career?
Chad: Stop calling me "kid". My name is Chad.
Hugh: All right. So tell me, Chad, why'd you become a thief?
Chad: ...Stealing's the only way I could live. I'm an orphan.
Hugh: Did you live alone?
Chad: No, I lived in a small orphanage in Lycia near the border to Bern. I grew up with other orphans. We did pretty well. Poppa and the other kids and me... ...If this war hadn't broken out, I'd still be there.
Hugh: ......
Chad: Poppa was a good man, but he could only keep the orphanage running through charity. After the war started we began to run low on food and clothes. I was the oldest of the orphans, but I couldn't find any work. So the only way to get food was to steal.
Hugh: Then I'm guessing you sent that 3,000 gold to the orphanage...
Chad: No. ...The orphanage isn't there anymore.
Hugh: What!?
Chad: Poppa was killed by Bern's troops and the place was burned down...
Hugh: W-What about the children? Were they spared?
Chad: Thanks to Poppa, yeah. None of us were hurt. The children are with the St. Elimine Church now.
Hugh: ......
Chad: I used the money to buy a strong sword. I'm going to use it to end this war quickly. Then I can go back to the children!
Hugh: So the kids are family to you. You want to protect them.
Chad:That's right. I've got nothing else. You got a problem with that?
Hugh: Not at all... I'm sorry I was so rude with you before. You've already grown up, Chad. You're certainly more of an adult than I am.
A Support
Hugh: Hey! Chad! Have you been doing well?
Chad: Yeah, I guess. But not as well as you.
Hugh: Man, are you always such a downer? Can't you be more like, "Hey, Hugh! What's up?" And smile for a change.
Chad: ...I think I'd vomit if I tried to do that.
Hugh: Aw, come on! Your story really made me think. I want to help you!
Chad: ...Are you really a mage, old man? You seem more like some kind of jester or something.
Hugh: O-old man!? Does this handsome face look like it belongs to an "old man"?!
Chad: Yeah. Well, compared to mine, anyway.
Hugh: Ugh! Daggers through my heart! ...I take personal offense to "old man". Seriously, you can call me anything. Smelly, messy, stupid, anything. Just don't call me "old man"! I feel like my soul has died a little after hearing that!
Chad: ...Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha...huff... My...my stomach...! Ha ha ha...!
Hugh: !!
Chad: Oh man, that reaction was priceless. I really pressed your buttons with that, didn't I? Fine, I'll call you Hugh. You're okay with that, aren't you? Since you claim you're not an old man.
Hugh: So you are capable of laughing after all!
Chad: Huh?
Hugh: You've always got that glare in your eyes. Your brow is always furrowed like you're mad. And you're rude, you have an attitude, and you never smile.
Chad: Sorry, what are you talking about?
Hugh: I've seen so many kids lose the ability to laugh thanks to this war. Grown-ups have a lot of issues, but come on, kids have to laugh. Even if the idiots who start these wars don't think so.
Chad: ......
Hugh: If there are still kids who can laugh, then maybe there is hope after all. I know you've had it rough, but you have to laugh once in a while, okay?
Chad: H-hey! Don't mess up my hair!
Hugh: Ha ha ha ha, sorry! I'll see you later. Just don't screw up!
Chad: ...Maybe adults aren't all as awful as I thought...
Lugh
Lugh | Initial: 5 Per turn: +1 × |
Hugh | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 1 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 5 | 2 |
B | 2 | 0 | 10 | 5 | 10 | 5 |
A | 3 | 0 | 15 | 7 | 15 | 7 |
C Support
Hugh: Oh... H-hey. You're Lugh, right? I, uh, I'm sorry I mistook you for your brother the other day...
Lugh: No, Hugh, it's all right. We're twins, so no one can really tell us apart anyway.
Hugh: Oh man, I'm really sorry, though. I can't believe I just lost it and grabbed you by the collar like that. I'm a terrible person.
Lugh: ...But it was Raigh's fault for running off with your spell tome. I should be apologizing to you.
Hugh: No, never mind that. It was my fault for letting my guard down anyway.
Lugh: But... ...... Yeah, you're right, never mind. That whole business let us meet each other, so it's not that bad.
Hugh: Yeah! We're both mages, so let's help each other along!
Lugh: Yeah, actually, I was hoping that you would teach me some things.
B Support
Lugh: Hugh! Are you all right?
Hugh: Huh? What do you mean?
Lugh: Your elbow's bleeding! We have to wrap it...
Hugh: Oh, I got hit in that last fight. Don't worry about it. It's no a big deal.
Lugh: Yes it is! You can't leave a wound like that alone...
Hugh: Lugh? You look a little pale, too...
Lugh: ...I've lost enough people I care about already. ...I'll treat your wound.
Hugh: ...... All right, thanks.
A Support
Hugh: Lugh, about before...
Lugh: I'm sorry! You said you were all right, but I just ignored you and... I'm sure you don't like it when kids act like they know more than you...
Hugh: Don't be ridiculous. Don't apologize for helping me.
Lugh: But you seemed to be avoiding me, so I thought you were mad...
Hugh: ...I was embarrassed, that's all.
Lugh: What? Why?
Hugh: Because... No one ever cared for me that much my whole life... My grandmother raised me, but she's a real kook. She's given me injuries way worse than this one, but she never once used her staves to heal me! I was just happy to have someone concerned about me for a change... Thanks, man. You're my new best friend.
Lugh: Of course, Hugh! Let's be friends forever!!
Raigh
Raigh | Initial: 5 Per turn: +1 × |
Hugh | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
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C | 0 | 0 | 5 | 2 | 2 | 5 |
B | 1 | 1 | 10 | 5 | 5 | 10 |
A | 1 | 1 | 15 | 7 | 7 | 15 |
C Support
Hugh: Hey!
Raigh: Oh.
Hugh: There you are! I never would've guessed you'd be here in this army. I've been looking all over for you!
Raigh: ...Well, I sure wasn't looking for you.
Hugh: Taking advantage of my kindness like that... This is why I don't like kids. Now give me back my Resire book.
Raigh: Ah, yes. That thing.
Hugh: ...You haven't used it up already, have you?
Raigh: ......
Hugh: ...Hey...
Raigh: ...Calm down, I've got it. I was just borrowing it. I was planning on giving it back to you some day.
Hugh: Y-You little runt... You said you just wanted to see it for a sec, so I lent it to you. I wasn't expecting you to take it and run off!
Raigh: Look, I've said this a million times. I'm borrowing it, not stealing it.
Hugh: Well, when are you going to return it?
Raigh: Well, let's see... I suppose I'll give it back to you after I use it twenty times.
Hugh: You'd better keep your word!
Raigh: Of course.
(Raigh leaves)
Hugh: ...Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to wait... ...Whoa, wait a minute! It'll be gone by the time you use it twenty times!
B Support
Hugh: Hey!
Raigh: Oh.
Hugh: I'm not letting you go this time! Give me back that Resire book now!
Raigh: ...Sorry, but I can't.
Hugh: What!?
Raigh: You're a mage. What's the point in you having a Resire book?
Hugh: Erg... That's not the point...
Raigh: A powerful spell that could be put to use in battle would be wasting away in your hands. Who would be responsible if we lost a battle because we didn't use it?
Hugh: Er... F-Fine, I'll let you have it for now. But you're gonna give it back to me with interest, you hear!?
(Hugh leaves)
Raigh: ...Hmph, what an idiot. How can he be fooled by such a lame excuse? I have yet to understand such blatant stupidity.
(Hugh reappears)
Hugh: ...Hey.
Raigh: ...Crap...
(Raigh leaves)
Hugh: You little...! Give it back to me now!
A Support
Hugh: Hm? What's this?
Raigh: I'll give you that gem.
Hugh: Where did you get this?
Raigh: That's none of your business. Anyway, I'm giving you that in return for the spell book.
Hugh: Nope. I can't accept this!
Raigh: Why not? The gem's enough to buy another Resire book.
Hugh: This isn't about money. It's about my pride. ...Let's see... I want you to apologize to me. Then you can have the spell book for free.
Raigh: Ha... I can't believe you're being so stubborn over something so stupid.
Hugh: Hey, so are you. All you have to do is say you're sorry.
Raigh: Well, I won't. I've paid you back with the gemstone.
Hugh: Well, I'm not taking it. You're going to be in my debt until you apologize!
Raigh: ......
Hugh: ......
Raigh: ...Hmph... Adults.
Hugh: ...What a stubborn little brat.
Cath
Cath | Initial: 1 Per turn: +1 × |
Hugh | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
C | 1 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 5 |
B | 2 | 1 | 5 | 5 | 5 | 10 |
A | 3 | 1 | 7 | 7 | 7 | 15 |
C Support
Hugh: One, two, three... Yup, I've got it all. Looks like I can trust that Roy to give me a steady pay. Well, guess it's time to show them my worth...
Cath: Hey!
Hugh: Wh-What the?
Cath: Where'd you get all that money? Are you a thief as well?
Hugh: Do I look like a thief to you? They paid me this money when I joined.
Cath: What!? That's not fair! I've been working for nothing all this time!
Hugh: Well, I guess you're just not good enough to pay. You've got to show your worth if you want cash.
Cath: ...Hmm... I'll take those words as a challenge! I'll show you my worth as a thief. I'll steal that money right out from under your nose!
(Cath leaves)
Hugh: Wait, what!? Fine, dammit! Take it if you can!
B Support
Cath: Hey, Hugh!
Hugh: ...!
Cath: What are you getting all uptight about? I'm just trying to be friendly here. Do you really think I'll try to steal in broad daylight like this?
Hugh: Well, I'm not trusting you any more! I'm gonna be on my guard whenever you're around.
Cath: Ha, you've got such petty thoughts. You're getting all worked up over a couple thousand gold?
Hugh: W-Well, it's still money to me!
Cath: ...Hm, but I suppose I'm going to have some trouble with you on your watch like that. I guess I'll pass it up for today.
Hugh: Right! Just give it up and go!
Cath: All right. But remember, Hugh! I'll be back!
Hugh: ......
A Support
Hugh: You again!? It doesn't matter how many times you come. I'm not giving you this money!
Cath: Are you still staying that? Geez!
Hugh: Then stop trying to take it! I mean, don't you already have a ton of money if you're a thief?
Cath: No. Why would I?
Hugh: Yeah, right! I see you running around looting the chests all the time!
Cath: I give it all to the poor. I'm a master thief, I have my dignity. I would never keep even 1G of the money I steal.
Hugh: Then... Are you going to give the money you take from me to the poor as well?
Cath: Of course.
Hugh: ...... ...Hey... You can have maybe a hundred... No... I can give you around half of this money to...
Cath: ...No. I'm a master thief, I have my dignity. I don't take offers from other people.
Hugh: Look, I'm giving it to you. Just take it!
Cath: I said no. I don't want it. Besides... I've already got your money.
Hugh: What!?
(Cath leaves)
Hugh: What...what the hell!? When did you switch... Cath! Wait! Just wait a second, please!
Niime
Hugh | Initial: 40 Per turn: +1 × |
Niime | ||||
Support Level | Attack | Defense | Hit | Avoid | Critical | Dodge |
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C | 1 | 0 | 2 | 2 | 2 | 5 |
B | 2 | 1 | 5 | 5 | 5 | 10 |
A | 3 | 1 | 7 | 7 | 7 | 15 |
C Support
Hugh: ......
Niime: Hm...? Do I see someone so foolish as to walk by me without saying a word? Whoever it is, he seems to have a death wish.
Hugh: O-Oh! H-Hey, Nana! What a coincidence!
Niime: Don't give me that rubbish! Hiding as soon as you see me, are you? You seem be as shy as always.
Hugh: Well, Nana, you seem to be all strong and healthy... You don't plan on dying any time soon, do you?
Niime: Hmph! I can't be dropping dead leaving a pathetic grandson like you on his own. And? It's been three years since I sent you out to study dark magic. I hope you have good excuse for that stench of anima magic that you're surrounding yourself with.
Hugh: Well, I became a mage.
Niime: ...Am I finally losing my hearing? I thought I heard you say 'mage.'
Hugh: I said, I became an anima magic user!
Niime: You...pathetic idiot! And you dare show your face in front of me!?
Hugh: Help! Murder!
Niime: Idiot...
Hugh: Hey, where are you going, Nana?
Niime: I'm going insane talking to you. You'd better not show me that pathetic face of yours for a long time.
(Niime leaves)
Hugh: ...I thought she was gonna beat me to a pulp. Well, either she's just gotten old, or she was just stunned at how handsome her grandson's become. Either way, lucky me!
B Support
Niime: Hugh!
Hugh: Nana! ......
Niime: ...What are you doing?
Hugh: Huh? Oh, I'm just bracing myself so I'll be prepared to run when you blast me with your magic.
Niime: ...You really are an idiot.
Hugh: What do you mean, an idiot? Come on, I'm your only grandson!
Niime: Yes, unfortunately you are. Well, there's no point in crying over spilled milk. Anyway, I need something from you.
Hugh: Really? That's a surprise.
Niime: Give me back that Resire book I gave you when I sent you out. You don't need it any more.
Hugh: Ulp...
Niime: You do have it...don't you?
Hugh: Erg...
Niime: Hugh, those books are hard to get! If you're telling me you sold it or something...
Hugh: Wait! No no no! I didn't sell it! I gave it away!
Niime: What!? Can't you think of a better excuse?
Hugh: It's not an excuse! I met this kid who was studying dark magic, and we traveled together for a while. I found out the kid was an orphan, so I kinda felt sympathetic, I guess. Anyway, one morning when I woke up, the kid was gone, and so was the spell book!
Niime: So you didn't give it away, but you got it stolen by a child.
Hugh: I guess you could put it that way, too.
Niime: That's the only way you'd put it!
Hugh: ...... H-Hey, Nana. I can leave you alone if your head hurts.
Niime: ...Yes. I wouldn't be able to face your deceased parents if I let my anger get to me and blast you to smithereens.
Hugh: ! S-See ya!
(Hugh leaves)
Niime: He's just like his father... He tries to be bad, but he can't deny his kind heart. ...Why couldn't he inherit his talent for dark magic as well?
A Support
Hugh: Nana!
Niime: What?
Hugh: Was my old man good at dark magic? I don't really remember.
Niime: ...Why?
Hugh: Well, I was actually trying to study dark magic at first. But I couldn't seem to pick it up at all, while that kid I was talking about was doing great just learning on his own. So I thought that maybe I didn't have the talent, so I switched to anima magic. But the thing is, how can I not have talent when I have your blood? So I was wondering if my old man had the talent or not.
Niime: Your father had more talent for dark magic than you could ever hope for.
Hugh: What? That makes no sense. ...Wait. I get it! That's it!
Niime: What are you thinking now?
Hugh: I'm not your real grandson, right!? O-Ow! What did you do that for!?
Niime: I'm expressing my disgust at your stupidity. You are indeed my grandson. I'm the one who brought you into this world.
Hugh: You're kidding! My good looks couldn't have come from your wrinkled old face.
Niime: I was a stunning beauty when I was your age. I would date men like you and dump them after they had spent all of their money on me.
Hugh: Ouch...
Niime: Your kindness comes from your father, and your talent for anima magic comes from your mother. Your stupidity... That's probably from your grandfather.
Hugh: What? My mom wasn't a Shaman?
Niime: At first, I was determined to make my son's wife a Shaman. But your mother was a fine young lady with a distinct talent for anima magic, so I couldn't help but give in. ...I was proud of them both... But they died so young.
Hugh: You must be disappointed that all you have left is a pathetic little grandson, eh, Nana?
Niime: ...... The strange thing is, I'm not. I can't say how much I missed yelling at you while you were gone. Maybe they really are cuter when they're more troublesome. I certainly want you to live a long and fulfilling life, Hugh.
Hugh: ...Nana.