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Official Profile
| Age | Unknown |
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| Height | 168 cm |
| Race | Primal Beast (Archangel) |
| Hobbies | Sparring with Olivia, condemning crimes |
| Likes | Duty, order, people with integrity |
| Dislikes | Chaos, Fallen Angels |
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- * This is an unofficial, amateur translation.
| Age | 不明 |
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| Height | 168cm |
| Race | 星晶獣(天司) |
| Hobbies | オリヴィエとの手合わせ、断罪 |
| Likes | 使命、秩序、清廉潔白な人物 |
| Dislikes | 混沌、堕天司 |
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Background
Events
Trivia
Special Cutscenes
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(Captain), happy birthday! |
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Oh, there you are. Lyria's looking for you. She wants to go scope out the "New Year's deals" or something... |
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Hm... Would this really make a skydweller happy? |
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Huh? What's this? |
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Hehehe... What's with all the hustle and bustle today, (Captain)? |
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(Captain)! What are you doing alone in a place like this? |
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Fate Episodes
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A Crusade Long Past
Long ago, Sylvia engaged in a fated battle with Olivia, ending with the archangel sealing both combatants away. Upon awakening, she learns that the conflict between archangels and fallen angels had long since ended. Olivia then invites her former friend aboard the Grandcypher.
Archangels—among the first primals born during the era of Astral rule over the Sky Realm.
A number of these beings turned against their Astral makers and the Creator; those known today as fallen angels.
Amid the chaos of warfare between the archangels, fallen angels, and skydwellers, two figures exchange devastating blows.
Sylvia: Have you any plans to repent? As a former friend, I'd be willing to put in a good word on your behalf.
Olivia: Oh, for my sake? Hah. You flatter me. Are you that desperate for my approval?
Sylvia: Well, it looks like my words have fallen upon deaf ears—but I'm not surprised, considering how you are. So be it. You leave me no choice...
Sylvia: I am Sylvia the Punisher! In the name of the Astrals and the Creator, I will vanquish you!
Olivia: Come. I, the Dark Angel Olivia, will stop at nothing to obtain my freedom!
Sylvia: Hraaagh!
Olivia: Haaah!
The showdown between darkness and light fills the area with the flickers of clashing blades.
Sylvia: Hehe... Taking you down might prove to harder than I thought.
Olivia: That goes without saying. How many times have we locked blades in the past already? I'm aware of every one of your habits and weak points.
Sylvia: I'm touched you know me so well! But...
Sylvia: This is our first time doing it to the death!
Sylvia takes another swing at Olivia, missing her target by a hair's breadth.
Although the two had shared many a laugh in the past, they now face each other as mortal enemies.
However...
Olivia: I'm not done yet!
Sylvia: Nor am I!
The pair of angels grow visibly excited, their smiles widening with each passing moment.
Sylvia: Try dodging this!
Olivia: Hrk!
Olivia: (I have to keep her distracted until the time is right—which means reading between her every move!)
Olivia: Now!
Sylvia: ...!
Olivia threads the needle as she pierces the tiniest of openings in Sylvia's defenses.
Sylvia: Hrgh... Fine, Olivia. You win. Come, pierce me deeper!
Olivia: What are you... Hey, let go!
Before the dark angel can create some space, Sylvia grabs the sword and pushes it toward her own core.
Sylvia: Go ahead. Do it. Why the hesitation? You can't kill me without destroying my core!
Olivia: Stop, Sylvia! What are you doing!
Partly directed by her own hand, the blade grazes Sylvia's core, when suddenly...
A sharp crack echoes through the air.
Olivia: (My arm... I can't move!)
A wave of crystals emerges from Sylvia's wound, quickly enveloping Olivia's arm.
Olivia: (Wait, they're spreading so fast! I'm going to get completely covered!)
Sylvia: Hehe... Oh, Olivia. What a fool you are. I see you've finally realized what's happening.
Sylvia: My body itself is the very trap that will seal you fallen angels away!
Olivia: No... You can't do this! You'll go out with me too!
Olivia: Why do you insist on following our makers? We are nothing more than tools to them!
Sylvia: You really are a fool, Olivia. This is what I wanted.
Sylvia: Beasts though we may be, I considered the two of us friends.
Sylvia: I wanted us to continue honing our swordsmanship, giving ourselves over to our respective duties...
Sylvia: So why has it come to this?
Sylvia: You said we'd always be together, Olivia!
Olivia: ...!
Sylvia...
Sylvia...
Olivia's desperate struggle to break away from Sylvia—suddenly, for just an instant—stops.
Sylvia: Why?
Seizing the opportunity, the crystals spread with an even greater force, nearly consuming the bodies of both primals almost immediately.
Sylvia: Why stop resisting? You've already abandoned me, have you not!
Sylvia: You tossed aside your friends! You've shunned your makers! You only care about freedom now, don't you!
Olivia: I'm sorry.
Sylvia: Enough! I can't seal you away, not like this—
At last, the crystallization reaches Sylvia's face, silencing her completely.
Sylvia: (This isn't the Olivia I set out to kill...)
Alone with her thoughts, the archangel glares into the void before falling unconscious.
The two primals, both encased together in crystal, fall to the ground, where they are eventually discovered by a group of Astral researchers.
Astral Researcher: The fallen angel we'll send to the tower. This other one's purpose has already been served. It'll be recycled if possible, disposed of otherwise.
Astral Researcher: Separating them is no small task, however... The results from this type don't justify the effort involved. Perhaps we should reconsider their use.
Sylvia: ...
Many, many years later...
Lyria: Vyrn! You snuck snacks from Sandalphon's cafe again, didn't you!
Vyrn: O-oh, um... Well, (Captain) was hungry, so...
Lyria: Hm? (Captain), is that true?
Choose: Is that where those came from?
Lyria: Honestly, Vyrn! You didn't tell (Captain) where you got them?
Choose: I couldn't help myself...
Lyria: Oh, (Captain)! But it's true the treats there are really good... So I kinda get how it happened...
Continue 1Lyria: Anyway, just because Sandalphon's out doing business, that doesn't mean you get to snack behind his back!
Lyria: Right, Olivia?
Olivia: I agree. Lyria is correct.
Olivia: Let's see... How about replenishing the missing snacks at our next stop as an apology?
During the events involving Peisma, Sariel, and the precipian entities being incubated by Berceau...
Olivia revealed her secret to the crew, that she too is a fallen angel.
Olivia: (I suppose there's no longer a reason for animosity between archangels and fallen angels...)
But to them, these hundreds of years after the Astrals disappearance, the fact was little more than historical trivia.
Lyria: We'll do what Olivia said and buy the snacks, then go apologize, okay?
Lyria: Apparently, there's a famous cake shop at the next island.
Vyrn: Ooh... Sounds like a plan to me.
Olivia: (Though things may appear peaceful now, (Captain)'s crew carries the weight of an unfulfilled fate...)
Olivia: (I too must eventually join my brethren, the precipian entities, in taking down the Creator...)
Olivia: (This period of tranquility will one day come to an end. The question is when...)
???: Hehe...
Olivia: ...!
Turning around, Olivia unleashes an attack—only for it to be blocked in a single graceful movement.
Olivia: Impossible. It's you...
Sylvia: Thank goodness. You remember me.
Olivia: Sylvia! So you've finally freed yourself from that seal's grasp!
Sylvia: I have, indeed. But I must say... I didn't expect you to escape so quickly!
Olivia: Hrk! Everyone, get below deck! Now!
Vyrn: Yikes! Wh-what's with this lady!
(Captain) takes a swing at the uninvited guest while guarding Vyrn and Lyria.
Sylvia: I will fulfill my duty as a punisher and destroy you, fallen angel!
Sylvia dodges the captain's attack with ease, her eyes locked onto Olivia alone.
Vyrn: What's her deal? She isn't even lookin' our way...
Lyria: It's like she can only see Olivia...
Lyria: And I think she's in pain...
Olivia: You're still trapped by that duty of yours? So you don't know what's happened in the time since then!
Sylvia: Time is irrelevant when it comes to my duty—it's the very reason I exist! That's what it means to be an archangel!
Sylvia: I will destroy all fallen angels! If I don't—
Olivia: Sylvia! Our fight is over!
Sylvia: ...!
Olivia: It's over. The era of war between archangels and fallen angels is behind us.
Olivia: The Astrals have disappeared from the Sky Realm. There is no reason for us to keep fighting.
Sylvia: Wh-what are you... That's impossible...
Olivia: You've noticed it yourself, have you not? The lack of our makers' presence.
Sylvia: Lies...
Seeing Sylvia slump to the ground as she comes to terms with her new reality, Olivia begins to explain softly.
The Astrals' withdrawal, the long gap, the role of supreme primarch changing hands, the destruction of Pandemonium.
And, finally, that archangels and fallen angels now travel the skies together as crewmates.
Olivia: So? Have I convinced you?
Sylvia: ...
Olivia: Sylvia?
Sylvia: I suppose, yes... I can't find a reason for us to fight any further...
Sylvia: I'd like a moment alone...
Vyrn: Hey, hold on a sec!
Olivia: Apologies, but please let her be. She should pose no threat to anyone other than fallen angels.
Olivia: Besides, she must feel as if her entire world has been turned upside down overnight.
Lyria: That's true...
Lyria: I guess she was only attacking you during that fight... It should be safe enough to leave her alone—right, (Captain)?
The captain nods, then leaves with the others to tidy up the deck.
Olivia: Her name is Sylvia. She and I were the closest of friends during my days as an archangel.
Olivia takes a moment to tell the crew about her relationship with Sylvia. Meanwhile...
Sylvia: Freedom? From my duty?
Sylvia: Freedom?
Hah. Hahaha...
Hah. Hahaha...
Sylvia: I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to shock you all... I spent last night mulling things over and finally calmed down.
Lyria: Oh, that's a relief...
Sylvia: It'll take some time, but I think I may be able to accept that the fighting is over.
Sylvia: I owe it all to you, Olivia. Thank you for stopping me.
Olivia: It's fine. This is a lot to drop on you at once. I know it must be difficult to swallow.
Sylvia: Since I'm already inconveniencing you all, I have a request—would you please allow me to join you for the time being?
Vyrn: You mean... you wanna join our crew?
Sylvia: I know it's a lot to ask, but I have nowhere else to go. At least here, I'd have Olivia by my side.
Sylvia: In exchange, I'll lend you my strength as a punisher. What do you say?
Lyria: Hrm... I guess she doesn't seem like a bad person...
Choose: Welcome to our crew!
Sylvia: Thank you. On my role, I promise to protect this ship—no matter what.
Sylvia: Hehe, but I'm sure it won't come down to that! Thanks for having me. I look forward to getting to know you all.
Choose: Get along with Olivia, okay?
Sylvia: Oh? Hehe, but of course!
Sylvia: She is, after all, my one and only dear friend. Isn't that right, Olivia?
Olivia: Hm? Y-yes, that's right...
Continue 2Vyrn: I-is it just me, or does she seem totally different from yesterday?
Lyria: I think so too... But she was a friend of Olivia's, right? I'm sure everything will be fine...
And so, the crew welcome their newest member—Sylvia the Punisher.
Sylvia: (I will kill her... I swear it.)
Sylvia: (But first, I need more information... The correct course of action is to lay low and observe the archangels and fallen angels here.)
Sylvia: (I must stay vigilant and ready myself for the moment I unsheathe my blade.)
Sylvia: (The time to vanquish the fallen angels and fulfill my duty as a punisher will come!)
Sylvia: (Just you wait, Olivia. I'll crush your freedom with my own two hands!)
Mired and Marred
Still intent on taking down the fallen angels, Sylvia bides her time aboard the airship. The archangel is temporarily paired with Olivia while the crew prepares her room. Despite her foggy memories, she reflects on their shared past, staring at her old friend's sleeping face in confusion.
The archangel Sylvia, fallen angel hunter, has emerged from her seal into a different age.
Upon learning that the war between the fallen angels and their fellow archangels is over, she appears—at least on the surface—to have accepted the news. However...
Sylvia: (For now, I need to infiltrate the crew and bide my time.)
Sylvia: (I will fulfill my duty and rid these skies of every last fallen angel!)
Olivia: And here we have the dining area.
Olivia: We take turns cooking, but if you miss a meal, you're in charge of making your own food.
Sylvia: I'm surprised. Did something change so that archangels now need to ingest food to survive?
Olivia: Not at all. However, even though our bodies are unchanged, when living alongside skydwellers, it becomes customary to dine with them.
Sylvia: Hm? How strange...
Olivia: I understand why it would seem so from your perspective. After all, I still have similar thoughts myself sometimes...
Olivia: In any case, that covers the facilities aboard the airship. Let's head back to the living quarters.
Olivia: Crew members are given a personal space, like this, to use. This is normally the room I share with Berceau.
Olivia: I've gotten permission to, for the time being, share it with you instead.
Sylvia: With me? What about Berceau?
Olivia: She'll be staying with another crew member for the time being. You, on the other hand, still aren't fully up to speed and could use the extra support.
Olivia: And, well... you and I go a long way back.
Sylvia: A long way, indeed. I appreciate the help, but I feel a bit sorry for Berceau.
Olivia: This is just a temporary arrangement. We will only be staying together until the crew prepares your room, which should take three days.
Sylvia: Really now? I suppose that's fine then. I must thank Berceau.
Olivia: Right, I'll pass along the message.
Sylvia: (So you don't trust me enough to be near Berceau and the precipian entities. This must be your way of keeping an eye on me, is that it?)
Sylvia: (I see you've picked up a few sly tricks since awakening. Did the other fallen angels rub off on you?)
Olivia: Let's see... We also need to go buy you a change of clothes. And if you feel like bathing...
While listening to Olivia's explanations, Sylvia takes a good look around the room.
Sylvia: You've got quite a lot of things.
Olivia: Really? Lyria and the others said the exact opposite...
Sylvia: Like this seashell here. What is it for? Do you use it in combat?
Olivia: No, that's... useless in a fight. I picked it up on a beach in Auguste.
Sylvia: ...?
Why would you do that?
Why would you do that?
Olivia: ...
Because it was beautiful. I kept it as a reminder of that day.
Because it was beautiful. I kept it as a reminder of that day.
Sylvia: A reminder?
Olivia: This over here is a gift I received from a village I helped. And this is something Berceau bought me...
Sylvia: (Everything here seems worthless—this tattered ribbon in particular.)
Sylvia's gaze falls on an old, worn ribbon that has been set aside with great care.
Sylvia: (Back when Olivia was still with the archangels, neither of us had much to call our own possessions.)
Sylvia: (Our weapons and armor were basically just extensions of our bodies, and we didn't have any space to store personal belongings.)
Olivia: Lyria got me this one as a souvenir, and...
Sylvia: Is this what you wanted so badly you chose rebellion? This?
Olivia: ...
Sylvia: (Oh no... I let myself snap at her.)
Sylvia: Sorry, I could've said that more nic—
Olivia: You might be right.
Sylvia: Huh?
Sylvia: Hehe... Oh, Olivia. Since when did you become such a jokester?
Sylvia: (Is this really the "freedom" she fought so hard for? Don't make me laugh...)
Olivia: ...
Sylvia: (Why is a fallen angel bothering to sleep?)
Sylvia: (She's being needlessly vulnerable. How does she plan on watching over me like that?)
Sylvia: Sigh...
Poking her head past the side of the bed, Sylvia looks down at her sleeping roommate.
Sylvia: (If I were to stab her through the chest right now, I'd finally be free of this fate of killing my companion.)
Sylvia: Olivia...
For a while, only the sound of the dark angel's faint breathing fills the otherwise silent room.
Sylvia: (But of course, that'd be impossible. If I gave the slightest sign of trying it now, she'd wake up immediately.)
Sylvia: (Besides, even if I were able to wound her, the other archangels and fallen angels aboard this ship would come to back her up.)
Sylvia: (And that's before even considering the plethora of fallen angels sealed within Berceau's egg.)
Sylvia: (I can't be satisfied with Olivia's life alone. My duty demands that I proceed with the utmost caution...)
Olivia: Hngh...
Sylvia: ...!
Olivia: Nngh...
Sylvia: ...
Sylvia: (Even so... she really looks like a skydweller while asleep.)
Sylvia: (Is it because of her interactions with them? Or does the reason lie in how she betrayed her duties?)
Sylvia: (I don't recall her ever sleeping back before she left to become a fallen angel... It's my first time seeing her face like this.)
Sylvia: (Or well, I think it is... Why is it that I can't quite seem to remember?)
Puzzled by her own foggy memories, Sylvia stares through a window at the dark night sky.
Sleep does not come naturally to an archangel. As such, the rest of Sylvia's night is spent waiting for the dawn.
Mired and Marred: Scene 2
The next day, Sylvia helps the crew do laundry. Meanwhile, (Captain) tells the archangel all about the crew's many adventures. At first, Sylvia is moved by the captain's sincerity and passion, but her mind is suddenly flooded with destructive thoughts. Distraught, she returns to her room for some rest.
Lyria: Oh, you want to help us with our job? Hm, but it's a request to clear out some monsters...
Lyria: I think you should rest for now! You just woke up, so you're probably still pretty confused.
Vyrn: Yeah, you gotta take your time gettin' used to everything, y'know?
Sylvia: (This is impossible!)
Sylvia: (I've never spent an entire day doing absolutely nothing.)
Sylvia: (They tell me to rest, but it's not like I'm injured. This is a complete waste of time...)
Sylvia: (I should at least go check on Berceau. I need to collect whatever information I can on that egg.)
Sylvia: I just have to take these stairs up, and—
Vyrn: Whoa!
As Sylvia walks onto the ship's deck, she bumps straight into Vyrn, sending the pile of laundry in his claws flying.
Sylvia: Are you all right? I hope I didn't hurt you.
Vyrn: I'm fine, but now these clothes are all dirty again!
Choose: Ugh, more laundry...
Sylvia: Oh my. (Captain) was with you too, I see! I'm sorry about the mess.
Vyrn: You should be! But then again, I should've been more careful too...
Choose: Don't sweat it...
Sylvia: Oh, it's (Captain). How kind of you to step in.
Vyrn: Mmrgh... I guess I should've been more careful...
Continue 1Vyrn: That was my bad! Anyway, we gotta go give these another wash!
Sylvia: Hey, wait!
Sylvia: Let me help you. My bones are going to start fusing if I sit around doing nothing for any longer.
Vyrn: Hold on a sec! You're puttin' way too much force into it! The clothes are gonna rip apart!
Sylvia: This is harder than it looks... The strength management required here is quite different from that of wielding a sword.
Vyrn: Wow, you sound just like Olivia...
Vyrn: All of you archangels and knights and whatever jump straight to talkin' about swords when you start doin' chores.
Grinning, (Captain) nods along with Vyrn.
Sylvia: Hehe. I suppose you're used to this, considering the number of powerful warriors among your crew.
Sylvia: At first, I wondered what kind of warlord must sit at the head of such a formidable group...
Sylvia: But you appear to be much kinder than I initially assumed. I'm surprised.
Vyrn: Well, it's not like our captain was born to fight or anything—right, (Captain)?
Sylvia: Really now? That reminds me... I'm curious as to why you decided to lead this crew.
(Captain) laughs for a brief moment, then slowly begins explaining the crew's long history to Sylvia.
Starting from the paternal admiration, to the encounter with a certain blue-haired girl, through this journey with an ever-growing crew.
The tale describes a never-ending search for the skies' farthest reaches, with many a twist of fate and mysterious conspiracy.
Sylvia: What impressive feats...
Sylvia smiles as she hears the captain's various tales, and in the blink of an eye, the three are done with the laundry.
Sylvia: As a punisher—and as someone whose duty it is to rid this world of evildoers—I truly respect your journey.
Vyrn: Haha, keep the compliments coming!
Sylvia: Hehe. You're both amazing. A wonderfully accomplished pair.
Visibly embarrassed, (Captain) tries to turn away, but not before Sylvia can squeeze a few gentle head pats in.
Sylvia: (What an honest and magnanimous child you are. With a heart so noble, your life is a blessing to these skies...)
Sylvia: (Were I to destroy everyone you wish to protect, would you still be able to stay that way?)
Sylvia: ...!
Vyrn: Hm? What's up?
Vyrn stares at Sylvia, puzzled by her sudden look of shock.
Sylvia: I-it's nothing. I'm just a bit tired from trying something new.
Sylvia: I'm sorry, but I think I'll head back to my quarters.
Vyrn: Okay... Anyway, thanks for all the help! Make sure to rest up!
Sylvia: I will... See you all tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me...
The primarch hurries back to her room, shutting the door behind her before finally slumping to the floor.
Sylvia: (What... What was I thinking?)
Sylvia: (How could something like that pass through my mind as I listened to such a beautiful, innocent child speak so proudly?)
Sylvia: (Yet, I still want to bring ruin to them all.)
Sylvia: (That way, I'd see the most priceless of expressions—I'm sure of it...)
Sylvia: No!
Sylvia: (I am a punisher! It's my duty to deliver judgment upon the fallen angels!)
Sylvia: (Toying with innocent lives is an unforgivable act...)
Sylvia: (Rather, I wasn't created to be able to do that...)
Sylvia: (That passing desire was but a glitch... I need to forget about it at once!)
Sylvia: (That's right. Just a glitch...)
Covering her eyes, Sylvia lowers her head and takes a deep breath, when suddenly...
???: (Do it. Strangle her.)
Sylvia: Stop!
Sylvia curls her body in an attempt to ward off the murderous thoughts haunting her mind.
After a short while...
Olivia: Sylvia? Are you back?
Olivia: (Captain) thought you looked tired and suggested that I bring you your supper...
Sylvia: ...
Olivia: What are you doing on the ground? Are you feeling unwell?
Sylvia: Ah, no... Something was on my mind, that's all.
Sylvia: Is that the food? Thank you! Since you're here, how about we eat together?
Olivia: I don't mind joining you, but there's no need to force yourself.
Sylvia: I'm aware, but I really am fine! Anyway, listen to this—I helped with the laundry today.
Olivia: You've already helped with the chores? I see you're as quick to adapt as ever.
Sylvia: Hehe... What about you? You had some work today, right? How was it?
Olivia: It was just a short escort request. Fortunately, I finished the job without incident.
Sylvia: What an honor it must've been to be under the protection of a fallen angel as great as yourself!
Olivia: Haha, when I'm with the crew, I am nothing but another skyfarer...
Sylvia: I can tell...
Sylvia: Hey, doesn't chatting like this remind you of the old days?
Sylvia: Way back when you were still the mighty archangel of dusk...
Olivia: It does... While we obviously didn't talk over a meal, I remember gazing at the night sky together with you.
Sylvia: We'd count our wins and losses, debating about how to spar next—and which of us would come out on top.
Olivia: You always have been incredibly competitive. You'd go on and on about how many victories you had.
Sylvia: Oh? I could've sworn you were the same way.
Sylvia: Hehe.
Olivia: Hahaha...
After spending some time reminiscing together, the night deepens peacefully.
And as the inner conflicts troubling Sylvia just hours earlier begin to fade...
The archangel once again finds herself staring at Olivia's sleeping figure.
Sylvia: (There's something I've forgotten.)
Sylvia: (When I look at her face, I feel like I'm at the verge of remembering something important...)
Sylvia: (On one hand, maybe it's a memory better left buried. But on the other, I want nothing more than to know.)
Sylvia: (What's wrong with me? Ever since I woke up, everything has been so odd...)
Sylvia spends the rest of the night wallowing in her thoughts—until everything is laid bare under the light of the morning sun.
Mired and Marred: Scene 3
Another day passes, and Lyria invites Sylvia out shopping. As the archangel enjoys the town's various wares, she is reminded of a similar moment in the past. She soon realizes that she had sealed the memory together with the dark thoughts haunting her mind.
After nearly three days with the crew, Sylvia begins to feel irritated.
Sylvia: (I haven't made any progress...)
The precipian entities—beings of energy currently being incubated by the fallen angel Berceau.
Sylvia detects the presence of a large number of her former brethren within the precious egg.
Sylvia: Hey, Olivia. About the precipian entities...
Olivia: It hasn't even been three days since you joined this crew. Your first priority is getting used to everything here.
Sylvia: Mmgh!
Sylvia: Berceau, um... Thanks for switching rooms with me...
Sylvia: Wait, she's not here. But I thought this was her room!
Sylvia: Why is everyone avoiding me? It's starting to get on my nerves...
Lyria: Ah, there she is! Sylviaaa!
Sylvia: Oh? Um... Lyria, right? Is something the matter?
Lyria: Hehehe, I'm so glad you remember my name even though we just met!
Lyria: I was talking with everyone and we thought it'd be nice for us all to go shopping together. How about it?
Sylvia: I'd love to! Leave all the carrying to me.
Lyria: Ah, that's not why we want you to come... You know how you're staying with Olivia at the moment, right?
Lyria: Well, your new room will finally be ready tomorrow!
Sylvia: Goodness! I was told it would take three days, but I didn't expect it to actually be ready by then.
Lyria: Hehehe, if anything, we're sorry for making you wait this long.
Lyria: Anyway, we need to go shopping for your basic necessities!
Sylvia: My necessities... Of course. I could use the help figuring out what is or isn't needed in this day and age.
Lyria: Yaaay! Okay then, let's get going! Olivia's waiting for us!
Sylvia: Huh?
Olivia: You managed to buy some new clothes, yes? Then let's look for toiletries next.
Sylvia: (She must be tagging along to keep me in check...)
Lyria: Sylvia, are you sure you don't want a cuter pair of pajamas?
Sylvia: Huh? Oh. I'm fine, thank you. What I wear at night has no bearing on combat.
Vyrn: Combat this, combat that! But well, I guess I don't really care about my pajamas either...
Lyria: Hahaha! You really do sound just like Olivia!
Sylvia: Do I now?
Lyria: Yes! You're super serious and always try to relate fighting to random things. But you also seem very responsible...
Olivia: She's got your number, Sylvia.
Sylvia: Ah! Look, Lyria! A jewelry shop!
Olivia: You're obviously changing the subject...
Lyria: Oh, you're right! Do you mind if we take a quick look?
Sylvia: Of course not. After all, unlike a certain someone, I have interests outside of fighting.
Olivia: Was that really called for?
Lyria: Look at this one! I think it'd look great on you, Sylvia!
Sylvia: Really? Oh, and this one here fits you perfectly, Lyria.
Lyria: I-it does? But it's so cute...
Sylvia: And so are you—that's precisely why. Here, try matching it with this piece.
Olivia: Haha... Sylvia, you really are the same as ever.
Sylvia: I'm the same? What are you talking about?
Olivia: Have you forgotten? We shopped together like this long ago.
Sylvia: The two of us?
In that moment, a distant memory flashes through the back of Sylvia's mind.
Past Olivia: Sylvia, look. Apparently, that's how they conduct transactions.
Past Sylvia: Is it really okay for us to be taking a detour like this?
Past Olivia: The supreme primarch said this would be an opportunity to learn more about the world. It's important that we know the fundamentals.
Past Sylvia: Is it now? Ah, hey... That shop over there...
Past Sylvia: They're selling accessories. Look, this one suits you perfectly!
Sylvia: (Come to think of it, I have gone shopping with Olivia before.)
Sylvia: (What a fun and beautiful memory... How could I have forgotten?)
Lyria: ...via.
Syl... via...
Syl... via...
Lyria: Sylvia!
Sylvia: ...!
Lyria: I-I'm sorry. I couldn't breathe, so...
Looking down, Sylvia notices she has tied the necklace around Lyria's neck a bit too tightly.
Sylvia: Ah...
Sylvia: Hahaha... Hehehe. Ahahaha!
Lyria: Sylvia?
Sylvia: Oh, goodness, I'm sorry! I must've spaced out...
Lyria: Are you feeling tired? I guess this is your first time shopping...
Sylvia: Maybe a bit... Let's buy the toiletries, then head back.
Vyrn: Everything okay? You can head back first if you want. We'll buy the rest for ya.
Sylvia: I couldn't possibly burden you any further. Come on, let's go!
Olivia: ...
Worried about her friend, Olivia keeps a close eye on Sylvia for the remainder of their outing.
Mired and Marred: Scene 4
That night, Sylvia finds herself strangling Olivia. As the memories come flooding back, she struggles to come to terms with her destructive desires. The archangel comes to the conclusion that, unlike her old friend, she should never experience true freedom—and instead vows to continue fighting.
After her day out shopping, Sylvia spends her final night in Olivia's room.
Once everyone has fallen fast asleep, the archangel sneaks out of her bed.
Sylvia: ...
Get on top of her. Hold her down. Extend your hands.
Sylvia: ...
Closer. Closer. Wrap them around her throat.
Sylvia: Heh.
With a smirk on her face, Sylvia grasps the sleeping Olivia's narrow neck with her two hands.
Sylvia: Hehe. Hahaha. Haha!
Sylvia: (It's all come flooding back...)
Sylvia: (The reason why Olivia took a detour that day—and why my memories are so fragmented...)
Sylvia: (I remember it all.)
Sylvia: On our way back from a mission, I had Olivia try on a necklace. I recall wanting to strangle her right then and there.
Sylvia: Seeing everyone around me having so much fun, I wondered how it'd feel to kill them all with a swing of my sword.
Sylvia: It was thrilling! The idea of ruining beauty—of destroying that which ought to be loved—only excited me further!
Sylvia: How would it have felt had I laid bare my vile desires—had I acted on them?
Sylvia: I wanted nothing more. It's who I am! I had to get a taste of that rush of pure might! But then...
Sylvia: (I was struck by fear, a fear like being locked away in the world's darkest, most isolated cell.)
Past Sylvia: (How could I think of something so terrible?)
Past Olivia: Sylvia! Apparently, they're giving out these ribbons for free.
Past Sylvia: (There's no reason for an archangel like myself to have such dark ideations. Someone must've made a mistake during my creation.)
Past Olivia: If we can't get matching necklaces or hair pins, how about ribbons? Here, try this one on...
Past Sylvia: (I have to forget about this.)
Past Sylvia: (I must seal away these awful thoughts—along with the knowledge that my very existence is a mistake.)
Past Sylvia: (Even if it means losing my dear memories of your kindness...)
Sylvia: (Whenever I was filled with such evil desires, I forced myself to forget everything.)
Sylvia: (Which is why...)
Olivia: This here is a gift I received from a village I helped. And this is something Berceau bought me...
Sylvia: (Everything here seems worthless—this tattered ribbon in particular.)
Sylvia: (The memory of us buying matching ribbons that day had completely slipped my mind...)
Sylvia: (Although, it's been thousands of years since then. This ribbon shouldn't exist. And Olivia's original body is still stuck in that egg.)
Sylvia: (Did you reconstruct this trifle along with your body after escaping Pandemonium?)
Sylvia: (Why go to such lengths for a ribbon? Is it really that important to you?)
Sylvia: We really are nothing alike...
Sylvia: (Lyria may have said that we're similar, but that couldn't be further from the truth.)
Sylvia: (I had chosen to forget about this ribbon, in order to hide from my ugly self.)
Sylvia looks down at her own two hands, which are still wrapped around Olivia's neck.
Sylvia: Unlike you, I couldn't seek freedom...
She tightens her grasp.
Sylvia: If freedom meant unleashing these desires, I feared I would cease to be myself....
Then tightens it again.
Sylvia: Listen, Olivia. There are beings who should be free, and those who should not.
And again.
Sylvia: Because beyond that beautiful freedom, some are left with nothing but messy, twisted longings.
And again.
Olivia: Nngh!
Sylvia: ...!
Sylvia: No... What? What have I...
Sylvia releases her grip and crouches on the ground. After a few moments, she slowly rises once more.
Sylvia: You and I are simply incompatible. I'm unable to accept the freedom you seek.
Sylvia: I will do whatever it takes to prevent these desires from seeing the light of day.
Sylvia: I am Sylvia the Punisher, a primal born for the sole purpose of delivering judgment.
Quietly opening the door, Sylvia slips out of the room.
After she leaves...
Olivia: Sylvia...
Olivia, no longer pretending to be asleep, stares silently at the now-closed door.
Although she has agreed to join the crew on their journey, Sylvia renews her vow to fulfill her duty as a punisher.
That night, neither primal is able to get any sleep—and soon enough, the break of dawn marks the start of a new day.
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References
- ↑ Granblue Fantasy Official Blog Post, グランデフェス開催＆新キャラクター「シルヴィア」(リミテッドシリーズ)「ジョエル」紹介のお知らせ