Part 90: SerraSupport Conversations: Serra
C - Defense + 1, Avoid + 5, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 5
B - Defense + 2, Avoid + 10, Critical + 10, Critical Evade + 10
A - Defense + 3, Avoid + 15, Critical + 15, Critical Evade + 15
: Ah, Lord Hector.
: Isnt there something youd like to tell me? Really, theres no need to hold back.
: Huh? What are you talking about?
: Why, your words of thanks, of course!
: Why should I thank you?
: You yourself told me, Lord Hector: Stay in Ostia, someone needs to defend the homeland.
: Uh huh.
: Yet, I, in my thoughtfulness have come with you! Ive come all the way here for you, Lord Hector! Id take a thank you, of failing that, a bucket of jewels! Anything will do.
: You want me to thank you for disobeying orders? To tell the truth, I find it hard to fight with you here!
: Really! The nerve of some people! I thought you would be more understanding, Lord Hector!
: Understanding of what?
: Why, I am the only sister in this army!
: Yeah, thats true, now that you mention it. Of course, a replacement would work just as well...
: R-Really! Must you taunt me so? What if I really find a replacement! What then?
: Actually, I was kinda being serious...
: Hey, Serra. Can anyone use a staff of St. Elimine, even if they lack the faith?
: What? Wait! Youre 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 Ive wet my pillow in tears...
: ...Nope, I cant.
: I have been sensitive and delicate since I was born, you know! Not that Id expect you to know that, or care. It might surprise you to know this, but I am of high noble birth!
: Huh? Youre right, I didnt know... You some distant relation of one of the nobles of Lycia?
: No, I am a full-blooded member of an Etrurian counts family.
: What, are you serious!?
: Very serious. You should be calling me Lady Serra, you know, really. But since its you, Lord Hector, Ive been tolerating plain Serra.
: Hmph, hard to picture...but I guess Ill take your word for it. Wheres that counts family from?
: They are, well, thats what Im not sure of.
: 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. Thats why I dont know the counts name...or what my parents were like... But Im sure they were gentle and beautiful people, both of them!
: But youve never met them?
: Yes, but look at me, their child! Im sure you can imagine how striking my father must... Lord Hector? Was that a yawn!?
: Hey, Serra. That abbey you lived in was in Ostia, right?
: W-Why do... What of it?
: 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.
: So...that was the place?
: 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...
: You know, I visited there once. Dismal place, it was. After my brother donated money it got a little better, true...
: 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!
: Hey, calm down! No need to shout!
: I really am of the bloodline of an Etrurian counts family, I am! I just cant meet them right now because of family... family issues! But, someday... Someday. My true parents will come to welcome me back.
: My mother and father are truly kind people, who thought often of me, alone in the abbey... I... Im sure of it! It has to be true.
: W-What! Dont look at me like that! It is really true! Really, I-I am...
: Its fine... I believe you. Cmon, dont cry. No one doubts you are who you say you are.
: I know that. I know.
: Oh, all right. Good.
: Well...I should be going. I have to see if anyones been injured!
: Serra! If you ever need anything, you talk to me or Oswin. Were your family, or at least, we are until your parents come for you.
: Right? So, lets go.
: You are a bit...untidy to be a member of my family... But I suppose I can tolerate that...if I must, yes...
C - Attack + .5, Defense + 1, Avoid + 5, Critical + 2.5, Critical Evade + 5
B - Attack + 1, Defense + 2, Avoid + 10, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 10
A - Attack + 1.5, Defense + 3, Avoid + 15, Critical + 7.5, Critical Evade + 15
: OK, lets 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...
: 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...
: This is an unorthodox prayer. Does it go on much longer?
: Lord Oswin!? Ohhh... Were you listening that whole time?
: I have orders for you from Lord Hector. You must join the healers on the front line...
: What!? Youre joking.
: 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?
: ...In a normal fight, you wouldnt. But this times 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.
: ...Yes, mlord...
: Ah, Lord Oswin! What is it? Oh! I know! You came here to praise me!
: ...Why would you say that?
: For my efforts... Because Im 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...
: Quiet, child. What you did was no more than expected.
: It is your duty to heal those who are hurt. And any evaluation of your own success is trivial.
: What does that mean?
: Your words and actions are bad for morale. I ask you as a fellow Ostian, behave yourself.
: Wh-What? Has someone been saying bad things about me? Its just jealousy, I tell you!
: I am the one saying these things.
: Your lack of control is harming others. From now on, exercise some discipline.
: What? Whats wrong? Why dont you answer?
: Serra!? Cant you speak!?
: ...You...hate me...dont you?
: What are you talking about?
: ...I want to talk to you, but...all you ever do is tell me everything Im doing wrong... You dont like anything I do, right? So... So... ...sniff...
: How has it come to this? Perhaps I have been stern in the past. But I always had your interests in mind.
: ...Sniff Sniff... ...Its fine... Its my own fault for being so foolish. Its no wonder you all hate me so.
: ...Sigh... No one hates you...
: Our soldiers are all quite taken with you, in fact.
: Why, even the enemy soldiers seem smitten by your charms. Thats why I asked you to lay low.
: ...I thought...you hated me... But...maybe you really like me? Maybe thats why youre so mean?
: I did not intend to be mean.
: So you do like me? Ahh, what should I do? I have taken the vows of chastity!
: You see...this is what I was talking about...
: You look old, but youre still in your thirties, right? Fourteen years apart, huh? Hey, thats not so bad!
: What? Woman, what in the name of all that--
: 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...
: ...How I feel? Ooooh...