The translation for the prologue of the festival was translated. Credit does to Jacky Voon.
My favorite highlights:
Gil: Pathetic---
Pathetic….. Pathetic indeed…
Ozy: Can’t agree more…. Ridiculous. So ridiculous that it’s not even worth putting words onto my mouth…
Gil: We sure have the same thought here, the Sunny one.
Ozy: Indeed, the Golden one.
Nitocris: Exactly! To think they wanted to start some outdated Roman festival again now. What a joke indeed!
Since there is quite a few number of Pharaohs emerging, I think we should be the one handling the ceremonies of reviving the ancient cultures!
We can do something like organizing something a king of a more matured era would do…..
Oh, or umm… but however, even if they are ancient kings, it won’t do if they are not pharaohs….
Gil: Ha! Simple. What’s the point if we already know who bears the title of the strongest.
Ozy: Exactly, the strongest servant is-----
Just as obvious as the illumination of the sunlight in a sunny day, it is indeed foolish to even uphold a competition.
Gil: Hmph, words are mere decorations…. Now you flatter me.
Ozy:Oh, please don’t mind. I should be the one embarrassed here.
Nitocris: (shivering)
Nightingale: I shall save every patients. I will not allow any death casualties. I shall save them. Yes.
Even if I have to wound them fatally, I would still not allow any people to die. So please rest assured.
Martha: Wait wait wait! You just said it! You just said something about fatally wound them or something!
Nightingale: Yes, I shall be keeping the hygiene of the Emergency Ward in a perfect state. I think we should be paying more attention to the needs of sterilization and disinfection.
But no worries, I am here after all. Though I will be a little bit ‘fussy’ about sterilization and disinfection.
Martha: PLEASE!! LISTEN TO ME!!
Irisviel: Ara. Miss Marha and Miss Nightingale sure get along with each other well. *Chuckle* Even your jokes are completely synched.
Martha: Oh, Miss Iri, I shall be looking forward to your healing powers…. W-wait! We weren’t joking at all!
Nightingale: Healing powers? Are you by any chance…?
Martha: Oh yes, we were talking about Healing Arts. It is quite different from my power and your techniques.
Nightingale: ….. A doctor with surgical experience?
Iri: ???Doctor????
Nightingale: Magnificent! Yes! Now our efficiency in limbs amputation will be doubled!
Martha: WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT!
Emiya: And that is why, Master. Leave the management of the kitchen and canteen to us.
We will make sure it operates 24/7.
Boudica: So please have fun and come back here when you are hungry!
Though I feel a little bit reluctant on helping with ‘her’ festival but if it’s for you, I wouldn’t mind at all. How strange.
Emiya: And then here’s a favor I’d like to ask from you, Master. If you see any servants with vacancy in their time, I’d like to ask them to be a cupbearer.
Glad that I can tell you about this beforehand.
And------
I’d like you to distant that servant over there if possible. She has been standing by near the cafeteria without any sign of leaving.
*We head over there*
Saber Alter: …….. Yes? Why are you looking at me, Archer?
I am just following the both of you to have some Junk Foods. Is there any problem with that?
Emiya: Any problems? Good grief…..
Jeanne: Olympia’s festival. I think it is based from the same model as the very recent Olympic.
But neither existed during my era…
So to be honest, I am quite excited to join in these festivals.
So lets do our best together!
Jalter: N.O.!
…Who… WHO! WHO would wanna attend that festival together with you!?
Amakusa: Now now, no need to say that. She is deeply concerned with you from the bottom of her heart.
It could as well as be the will of our Lord. And at the same time, it could mean something like a parental care for her.
Jeanne: !!!
Jalter: W-wait! W-who’s the parent here! I don’t remember dropping off from your womb, idiot!
Jeanne: E-even I don’t have memories of giving birth! But you are Jeanne D’arc too, right?
If that is so, it means that you are based off from my core and…
Jalter: WAAAAAAA!!!! DONT SAY ANYTHING!!! I’LL KILL YOU FOR REAL!!
Edison: …….
Tesla: ……
Edison: Ok, war?
Tesla: Bring it on.
*Explosion* |