Fate/Prototype: Blue Silver Fragments Complete Version

[Nobody]

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Though I guess I could just take low quality pics but ehhhh

[Iceblade44]

Thx for the tls as always

[castor212]

Take a pic and if its flat enough i can maybe work some magic to it.

Maybe.

[Nobody]

Sure. Soon as I'm done trying to NP5 Shiki.

[Nobody]

crappy low res pics ahead

Spoiler:

[Rafflesiac]

Bless you.

Nakahara is an Assassin, his characters kill my heart.

[Rokudaime]

That Bryn image is beautiful.

[Magikewl]

Jekyll’s popped collar is a miracle of the modern world thank you for my life Nakahara

[Nobody]

That Bryn image is beautiful.

That Bryn pic is what made me stop doubting Nakahara. Can't wait for the rest of the booklets.

[pinetree]

crappy low res pics ahead

Spoiler:

Wow what? These are great. Is Nakahara bad only on FGO?
I guess I should start reading Fragments.

[Lobo]

Thanks for the translation and for sharing the pics, they are so good, love Nakahara's artwork (my favorite so far <3)

[GundamFSN]

Wow what? These are great. Is Nakahara bad only on FGO?
I guess I should start reading Fragments.

It's like a running gag at this point. A lot of artists are bad in FGO somehow.

Seeing Nakahara's art lightens my heart.

[PhoenixRising]

Hi guys,
Here is the completed translation of Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver - Arc 1: Little Lady Arc - Act 4. This translation covers:
Disc 1: Tracks 7 and 8
Disc 2: Track 4
Of the second drama CD.

N.B.: I've also named the schoolgirls according to Track 7 of the drama cd. I'm not really sure who is Kyoko and who is Nao, since the girls never address themselves by their name, so I'm just going on their voices and a hunch for the naming.
Okay, so here we go. Here is Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver: Arc 1 - Act 4 Part One.

Part 1-A:
Spoiler:

Spoiler:

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Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver
Little Lady Arc - Chapter 4
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The strategy of life never appears out of darkness――――
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Student A (Kyoko): “Hey hey, do you know? About that rumour.”
Student B (Nao): “I know I know, it’s that right, Miss Mary…...”
Student A (Kyoko): “Yeah, yeah. Miss Mary.”
Student B (Nao): “I’ve heard the exact same story in my cram school too. It’s becoming a rumour even in the nearby schools too.”
Student A (Kyoko): “Tokyo, right? Yeah, it seems the rumour about Miss Mary is only in Tokyo.”
Student B (Nao): “Is it true?”
Student A (Kyoko): “It’s a true story, after all it’s happening in Tokyo.”
Student B (Nao): “But, I haven’t seen it on TV.”
Student A (Kyoko): “It just hasn’t been shown on TV yet.”

‘What story are talking about? A rumour. That’s only in Tokyo. Mary. Miss Mary?’

For Ayaka Sajyou, it was a topic that she didn’t really know about.
While chewing and nomming on the school lunch bread that she was holding with both hands, she was vaguely overhearing the conversation between her two female classmates who had precisely lined up and joined their desks together.

‘Today's menu is a bread roll, a dark coloured stew, and a fresh vegetable salad.’

‘The same old bread roll. The same old taste. ‘

‘Although I actually do like deep fried bread, I don’t especially think of it as dissatisfying since it’s not something that appears every day. I just, ah, think, that it’s a bit of a pity. But, today it’s a bit pleasing since it came with marmalade jam.’

Ripping the small plastic wrapping with a snap, I push out its contents and eat the attached bread, bit by bit.

'I like marmalade better than margarine. I don’t hate sweet things.’

Taking a bite.
I bit into the bread.

‘The taste is always different, thanks to the bittersweet marmalade. I don’t hate it. It’s my favourite food group.’

Student A (Kyoko): “Her name, did you hear it?”
Student B (Nao): “Her name….”
Student A (Kyoko): “Miss Mary’s name. Hmm, rather than Miss Mary’s name, maybe it’s the name of the rumour?”
Student B (Nao): “I have no idea. What is it?”
Student A (Kyoko): “I’ve heard that she will always call out to you at 11 p.m.”
Student B (Nao): “Yeah”
Student A (Kyoko): “And then, her companions will die without fail.”
Student B (Nao): “Yeah.”
Student A (Kyoko): “So, they say, Death Mary comes to kill you at 11:00 pm.”

11:00 pm.
Death Mary.

It feels like I came and overheard a dangerous story.

Ayaka: (I wonder what they’re talking about?)

The ones chatting, were always chatting away about something at lunch time. There was a girl (Kyoko) who apparently went 3 days a week to the cram school next to the station, and a girl (Nao) who always seemed to be watching TV.

Since I’ve never played with them after or outside school, I wouldn’t exactly know what’s going on with them, either way. Although I don’t think that the two of them are particularly lying. The two of them seem to be talking about a rumour.

Since I’ve gotten used to listening in on someone’s chat, I try to listen to their talk, while holding another mouthful of bread in my mouth, ‘Hamu,’ and repeatedly chewing. Could I understand them even from now on?

I couldn’t listen to them properly, because at first, I was more concentrating on carefully removing the marmalade from its container.

11 p.m. Death Mary.

I guess I’ll try to chase them up later, and make sure to carefully hear it from them.
But, I won’t ask them about it by myself.

Anyway, even if I were to open my mouth and say something, I don’t watch a lot of TV, I don’t even go to cram school, and I barely get one issue of Girls Manga Magazine per month, so I have a fainter feeling than usual, that I probably wouldn’t mix well with the gossip of elementary school girls who are the same age as me.

So, I’ll just use my mouth for my meal. Chew Chew.
But, I'll simply catch the information by just concentrating on my ears.

Ayaka: (Nnh)

It was, a rumour. Of a foreign girl who gently calls out to adults.

Ayaka: (A girl….)

It was, at night. When the girl would appear in the middle of the street late at night.

Ayaka: (At night?)

It was, death. She brings death without fail in accordance to her name.

Ayaka: (……...Die. Does she kill them?)

Like I guessed, it was a dangerous story.

It was a rumour.

A friend of a friend, or, a friend of a friend’s Dad, or, a person who works for that friend of a friend’s Dad, or something like that. A strange story which had been specifically received like they had seen it, however vaguely from someone who hadn’t directly seen or had known about it, like that.

I have heard about this sort of thing before. I can immediately recall it.

For example, wasn’t there a dog with the face of a person that was popular in class last year during the second semester? It’s the same story as that. A dark rumour, whispered amongst children. A school ghost story? Or, one of the school’s seven wonders?

‘I wonder if it’s the same as that,’ Ayaka thinks faintly.

Like the number of stairs that are more going up than going down, or the anatomical doll in the Science prep room that walks by itself, or the portrait of the musician in the music room whose eyes move, or the girl who lives in the toilet, stuff like that. If it’s not connected with the school, then there’s the slit-mouthed woman, the mirror that turns purple, the white string that exits from the earlobes, and the blue and red paper, moreover――――

Ayaka: (There's just table turning)

I think it’s something like doing make-believe necromancy, where you place a 5-yen coin on top of a piece of paper with Japanese syllabary written down on it that appeared to imitate a Ouija board.

When they invited me to do it during one lunchbreak around Spring with an “Ayaka, you do it too,” I stared at these girls wondering if they could possibly be from a Magus bloodline, but there was nothing to it, it was just, a silly kid’s game.

Like who is the one we liked?

The person that we disliked, our dislikes, the things we scared of, we asked those sorts of things. Without invoking any sort of magic, that someone within our group who had placed their finger on the 5-yen coin just drags it. Now that I think about it, it was these two that came and invited me that time.

The two that like to gossip.
The very cowardly, twosome.

Student B (Nao): “All of them died……”
Student A (Kyoko ): “That’s right. Everyone who met that person. Couldn’t be saved.”
Student B (Nao): “No way, I’m scared.”

See.
She said, she was scared.

Student A (Kyoko): “I’ve heard that a person who saw the mirror also died. I wonder, if they died because they touched it.”
Student B (Nao): “Eh, is that true?”
Student A (Kyoko): “It’s true. After all, I heard a lot of policemen have died too.”
Student B (Nao): “That’s scary…...”

I think it’s weird.

The contents of the rumors, were definitely, about terrible and horribly dangerous stuff. A foreigner “Miss Mary” calls out to an adult male who is returning home from his late-night job and enters a hotel with him. The next morning, the figure of the girl, Mary, disappears with just one sentence, ‘Welcome to the world of death!’ written on a mirror in English with crimson-red lipstick. With the same red kiss mark, next to the exclamation mark.

The man is dead on top of the bed. The cause unknown. Even though he wasn’t injured, what do you suppose the reason for him dying was? I’m also told, that it’s becoming news.

The ones being targeted are only adult males with not even one woman being picked off, and in the girl, who commutes to cram school’s story, a friend of her Dad’s in the next town had also been killed in the same manner.
Or.

Ayaka: (It’s not a school ghost story at all)

‘A school ghost story, or rather an adult ghost story. A ghost story to fathers who go home by walking through the streets late at night. Compared to the one about the dog with a human face, I feel there’s a sense of realness to this story. But, at the same time last year, I don’t think I was even a bit scared.’

I think it’s creepy, although if I say that I’m scared because I don’t have a clue about what is “Miss Mary” is thinking, or what she’s done in the first place, then I probably can’t say that I’m scared, but still, I have never actually felt fear before so…….

That’s because Ayaka, already knew.

If it’s a piece of gossip that’s been sublimated into a mystery, then it’s probably been endowed with power too. Something to the extent of a rumour spoken between children, is not enough for all of that.

'At least, Papa wouldn’t say that a mysterious human faced dog actually exists. Besides――――'

Ayaka: (My Papa is just fine)

I quietly think, while drinking a bottle of milk. After all, there’s only a few who risk going out and returning home late at night, with many people staying at home. It’s alright. And, even if, the murderer actually does exist, it’s not like it’s going to stop the mysterious-like rumours of the aforementioned “Miss Mary” which has been whispered about by elementary school girls from making the rounds.

I can’t do anything about it either.
Which is why, I’m not scared.
Same as last year.
Although I can’t say this to any of my classmates.

――――It’s because, my Papa is a Magus.
――――It’s because he’s person who deals with real mysteries.

It’s some sort, of ghost story. That’s why, I’m not going to lose against some gossip, better yet a real Phantasmal Species.

Ayaka: “Yeah”

Muttering a little.
Ayaka, bites into the bread, again.

Part 1-B:
Spoiler:

Spoiler:

A beast which has been imagined.
A being only spoken of in old legends。
We have given them the name “Phantasmal Species” to indicate this.

Not equal to any known lifeform, these beings which have transformed their appearances into mysteries themselves, have been divided by court rank into divine beasts, phantasmal beasts, and monstrous beasts.

It is also possible for a Magus to employ them, if they are a being to the level of a monstrous beast.
There are also examples where part of their corpses, have been utilised as a Magus’s mystic code.
If it’s a being that surpasses Phantasmal Beasts, then both are also possible.

First, a person has no chance of witnessing one in the modern era.
Servants, can easily destroy this common sense.
For they far surpass magical mysteries.

They can conquer the illusions that people dream of.
In other words, they, in time, could get to employ even beings that go beyond Phantasmal Beasts.
In the Holy Grail War, we, can use mythological mysteries through the Servants.

Thus, you should never forget your dreams.
Keep them a secret.
Conceal it.

The disclosure of mysteries is a taboo for Magi.
The Holy Grail War, must be carried out in darkness.

(An extract from an old notebook)

Part 1-C:

Spoiler:

Later, after school――――

The sun was totally going down, when I was returning home.
It’s definitely, the season’s fault, for the sun sinking so fast.

It’s good evidence for why the breath I exhale is starting to turn white, the same as it did this morning.
I can see it clearly with my eyes.
It’s a bit, cold.

Ayaka blew out a “Haa” into both her hands.

If it’s come to this, then I think it would’ve been better if had brought gloves with me.

Ayaka: “Cold.”

I stop at the front gate.
As I look it at it like this, it certainly appears to be a large house in its own way.

My classmates who live nearby are calling it a “mansion” and although I guess those words don’t instinctively come to me when I see it, I think about whether it’s little larger on the inside rather than the outside, just speaking on its size.

Even so, regardless of how the structure is inside, I don’t feel it’s an exaggeration to call it a mansion somewhat, because I know mostly everything about it besides the room that I can’t enter.

The slightly bigger one, is my house.

My homeroom teacher was saying during her home visitation, that it’s a western style house. Beyond the gate, I can see the trees in the front yard and the western architectural styled porch.

The gate……

Although it’s not locked with a key, I can’t go inside by just pushing it normally with my hands. Papa was saying that he had extended the barrier, and he also informed of the reason behind it, too. It’s something about participating in a large “magic ritual,” or something like that?

Personally, I don’t mind going to elementary school, you told me that I must, although you sternly warned me to be careful whenever I go inside or outside the house. (*She's addressing her Papa mentally with this.)

I follow the steps as I’ve been told.

After checking that there’s no one in the area, I say a few words. After that, I trace the shape of the path that I was taught with my finger on the metal fixtures, close to the gate’s handle. Although I’m still not very skilful at it, I charge my prana.

Yes, I can’t do it well at all.

If I could, then it wouldn’t have taken me more than 5 minutes of time to do a deed that should have been settled in mere seconds.

Ayaka: “I wonder, if I did it more quickly than yesterday.”

I mutter, as I push the gate.
The gate which was as solid as a stone wall, smoothly opens for me without delay.
Behind it is, the same ordinary house again.
Gripping the gate, I tightly shut it.

Ayaka: “I’m back.”

I mumble, slightly.

If it’s around this time, then Papa and Big Sis are not in the living room, and generally, they are mostly doing something either in the room that I can’t enter or in the room that I mustn’t enter, so I know there’s not much meaning in doing it, because no-one has stuck out their face or even called out to me.

But, for now.
I’ll say it.
It’s a daily custom.

I’ll say, “I’m home,” when I come back home.
And someone says, “welcome back,” when I get back home.

Ayaka: “Welcome home.”

Since there’s no one here, I’ll just say to myself again for today too.
Proceeding through the front yard, I open the front door――――

Ayaka: “Huh?”

'Is there some sort of a nice smell?'

Suddenly, I recall that early morning from a couple of days ago and my mind relaxes thinking, ‘No way……’

‘This fragrant smell of baking wheat flour, it’s the same as the one that I smelt yesterday, so if I definitely go into the kitchen, then maybe I might be able to meet her.’

The person who I couldn’t meet with this morning.
Yes, on this morning, I was alone during meal time, and alone again during my daily chores.

As I exit the entrance hall still holding onto my Randsell backpack, I head through the hallway to the kitchen.
As I did so, in there was――――

Manaka: “Oh, welcome back. Ayaka.”

A pretty voice.
A pretty face.

Despite it being evening.

Even though it’s already dark, dazzling and glittering……
My older sister, Manaka, was smiling in her apron-clad figure.

[PhoenixRising]

Hi guys,
Here is the completed translation of Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver - Arc 1: Little Lady Arc - Act 4. This translation covers:
Disc 1: Tracks 7 and 8
Disc 2: Track 4
Of the second drama CD.

Okay, so here we go. Here is Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver: Arc 1 - Act 4 Part Two.

Part 2-A:

Spoiler:

Ayaka: “Big Sis, what are you making?”
Manaka: “Fufu. What do you think I’m making?”
Ayaka: “I think it’s cake. Because it’s smells nice.”
Manaka: “Oh, so close. But well, I guess you are half-right……”

As she says it, her smiling figure is verrry pretty.
Big Sis Manaka.

It’s the same her that I saw on that morning, a few days ago, with her princess in a castle apron-like figure, see, she’s dancing and spinning around again for today too.

‘It’s just like that anime film that my Mum liked and got to show to Papa. a long time ago. Of a princess who dances as she sings.’

‘A beautiful person. It’s just like, I’m in that film.’

'My eyes are not my eyes, surely, they’re some sort of a camera that projects film.'
'They’re projecting my big sister.'

As I think along those lines, I totally space out.

Manaka: “What’s wrong, your eyes are so wide open? Your mouth is also open, Ayaka.”
Ayaka: “Eh?”

Her white fingertips, they were at a distance where I could and couldn’t touch her. But, I couldn’t touch them.
I’m just on verge though.

Ayaka: “It’s because you’re so pretty, Big Sis. You’re like a princess.”
Manaka: “That so?’
Ayaka: “Yeah.”

I really…...
…...think so.

Manaka: “Do I appear like a British princess to you?”
Ayaka: “British?”
Manak a: “Fufu. Yeah, but if I really did appear that way to you, then that makes me happy.”

Big Sis smiles, the same as she did on that morning a few days ago.

‘She’s sparkling. Like, she’s dazzling and glittering. It’s already evening, there’s no sunrise, and even though the setting sun is about to fall……. She’s twirling around the kitchen, while cooking meals so joyfully in her aproned figure.’

‘She’s sparkling.’

‘But, she’s perfectly moving her hands, so quickly, so adeptly…….’

‘She’s very skilful.’

‘She’s not holding a kitchen knife today, instead, she’s carrying various scales in her hands.’

‘I wonder what she’s making?’

‘If the cake part is half-correct, then what’s the remaining half?’

As I was about to ask that, I noticed my appearance. Again, I was carrying my Randsell backpack on my back, in addition, I hadn’t washed my hands yet. So, after I rush over to the washroom and place down my personal stand, I wash my hands with cold water, and rinse out my mouth too.

I place my backpack in the hallway.
Again, I head to the kitchen――――

Ayaka: “Big Sis, umm….”

I’m a little uncertain about whether I should ask her, “Can I help out too?” I stop at the entrance of the kitchen which I had entered just now, without hesitation.

Unlike my Big Sis who can do anything, I know that regardless of whether it’s magic, studies, being a housemaid――――or anything else at all, I normally rank further beneath her than that, so, it might be better for Big Sis Manaka to do it herself rather than to have me help her.
I believe it to be true.

Chew Chew.

As I did so, Big Sis kept turning towards my hands, and utters a single word.

Manaka: “Help. Will you help me?”

It was a soft voice. Though I had no way of knowing what kind of face Big Sis was making, because I couldn’t see her from over here. Surely, I think ‘She’s keeping a smile for me.’ Surely, she’ll give me that same face as before.

I had often imagined Big Sis’s smiling face which I hadn’t seen for a long time, like this, but I had no idea until the morning of that moment what it’d looked like.

I give a huge nod and utter a “Yep!”

Manaka: “Okay then, perhaps you can grab me that jar on the shelf over there for me?”
Ayaka: “U, umm”
Manaka: “The baking powder, ‘kay.”
Ayaka: “Ahh, oh. Got it, Big Sis.”

Manaka: “And now, please remove the eggs out of the refrigerator for me, okay. Oh, and please choose the two biggest ones for me.”
Ayaka: “O, okay.”
Manaka: “Hihii. Seems they’re not broken. Now, if can you straighten up the top of the table over there, we…….”

‘Could it be?
‘Yeah, even if it’s not it, maybe it is.’
‘It’s not just taking out the plates, this is the first time, today, that I’ve helped out with Big Sis’s cooking.’

Although Papa tells me, “Don’t touch the oven by yourself,” it’s a different story if I’m together with Big Sis, but, there’s not much of a chance of that happening yet.

'I――――It’s the first time I’m helping Big Sis. If I understand myself right, I feel a little bit too nervous. After all, Big Sis definitely doesn’t really need my help, so……'

Ayaka: “U, umm, eggs, wha, how many was it……”
Manaka: “Two. Don’t worry, we still have a few eggs left, so if by any chance, they break then they break, so everything’s a-okay!”

Ayaka: “O, okay.”
Manaka: “Besides, I’ve already prepared plenty of spares for them and all the other stuff too.”
Ayaka: “Kay….”

Manaka: “Hihii. Your voice, is shaking. Do you perhaps hate carrying eggs, Ayaka?”
Ayaka: “N, nah uh.”

I’m so slow.
I’m doing it, so, incredibly slow.
But, just by quickly looking at her, Big Sis Manaka isn’t particularly mad with me.
I knew I couldn’t see her face, but I still could hear her laugh.

Ayaka: “Here you go, here’s the eggs.”
Manaka: “Thanks. You made sure to carry them properly, you’re remarkable.”
Ayaka: “N, no, I’m not.”

To get something like this for just carrying some eggs, somehow, I seem a little pathetic.
Naturally I look down.

Ayaka: “Now the rest was……”
Manaka: “Speaking of eggs, hmm let’s see, Ayaka. Do you like, Sunny-Side Up eggs?”
Ayaka: “Um, y, yeah”
Manaka: “Sunny-Side Up? Or Turnover?”
Ayaka: “I prefer Sunny……

Suddenly, it came out of my mouth.

‘A lie――――’

‘No.’
‘It's not really, a lie.’
‘It’s not something to lie about.’

‘The ones I really like are Turnover eggs, but, I prefer the Sunny-Side Up eggs that my Papa and Big Sis, Manaka, make for me and since I haven’t thought that I’ve particularly hated them, it’s not a lie.’

‘I don’t hate them.’
‘I like them both.’

‘But, it’s now just a talk, about me unreasonably saying whether I like them or not.’

Manaka: “This time, I’ll make Turnover eggs too. It seems like a lot of people like Turnover eggs in England. I’ve made them before, but I’ll do a test run of it first, because they haven’t come out nicely yet.”
Ayaka: “O, okay.”
Manaka: “You’ll give it a try too, right.”
Ayaka: “Yeah.”
Manaka: “Hihii. It’s so tasty.”

As she said that. Big Sis showed me her smiling face again.

‘It’s such a pretty smile.’
‘It’s so glittering, like a flower that’s more beautiful than any of the other kinds of flowers that bloom in Garden.’
‘She’s not a phantasmal fairy, but more like a cute and noble fairy like the ones that appear in picture books.’
‘Besides, I knew it, she’s like a princess in a castle.’

Manaka: “Hihii.”

‘Huh?’
‘Big Sister, she’s the same as that morning, but she feels slightly off.’
‘But it’s not, a seemingly happy kind of feeling――――’
‘I wonder, if something good happened to her?’

I think so.
Tilting my neck, I slowly try to look up at Big Sis’s face from underneath her.
Straightaway, Big Sis returns my gaze with a “huh?”

Manaka: “Whaat?
Ayaka: “Ah, u, umm, you se….”

I've been totally hasty. So hasty, that she noticed me. I’m spacing out, I’m in a rush, and now I’ve becoming careless about my helping out. “Did something good happen to you,” just how many seconds did it take for me to come up with something like that?

Manaka: “Oh my, does it appear that way to you?
Ayaka: “Yep.”
Manak a: “It was nothing that special, not a good thing really, although…….”

As she touches her index finger to her lips, with a “hmm.” Even that one gesture is so pretty, and, wonderful.

Manaka: “You see, there’s this funny animal, who’s gotten quite attached to me.”
Ayaka: “An animal?”
Manaka: “Yes. An animal.”

Saying it, Big Sis smiles.
Without looking towards me.

She stares off to somewhere else, while I …...
For some reason――――Feel this, indescribable, terribly cold shiver run up my spine at this treasured possession.
I, utterly drop the items that I was holding in my hands.
Some of the eggs, broke.

Part 2-B:

Spoiler:

Servants.
Heroic Spirits who have manifested.

Saber.
Berserker.
Archer.
Lancer.
Rider.
Caster.
Assassin.

The most powerful illusions that have been divided into seven classes by the Holy Grail.
They are very powerful.
As mentioned above.

They can split steel, smash the earth, and even pierce the sky.
They who have been constructed with temporary bodies by magic, are not proper living creatures.
Even if they do possess an appearance that resembles a human, they are not human.

Hiding destructive power and a tenacity that far surpasses a human’s, or a creature’s, they manifest as they were in their legends.

But, they are also not omnipotent beings.

They who have become an existence through prana and likewise run on the same prana, are allowed to manifest for the first time by being provided prana from the Magus who is to be their Master.
To be precise, a simple minuscule amount of prana taken from a magus-level human is not their food, so don’t mistake this as a straight-forward expression of them.

They cannot exist without prana.
In other words, they cannot exist without a Master.
Although as an exception, there are――――

(An extract from an old notebook)

Part 2-C:

Spoiler:

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11 P.M.
A high-rise street-cornered building situated in West Shinjuku, Shinjuku Prefecture in the Tokyo Metropolitan Area.
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It was a place where all kinds of green trees were growing, and where figures could be seen beside the concrete townscape known as the new city urban centre.

Shinjuku Central Park.
One of Shinjuku prefecture’s biggest leading green urban spaces.

If this was daytime, then one would probably see the figures of businessmen who work in the high-rise buildings, puffing their tobacco smoke in the shade of the trees during their one-hour break, however, usually at this time, those traces of human life were almost gone.

It’s rare for this place to be completely uninhabited. At night, there are homeless people who sleep here and endure the coldness of the night air in the darkness cast by the trees.

For they, are the true colours of those few signs of human life. However, at that time, there wasn’t a sign of anyone in that place.
The homeless people were disappearing.
The reason, I will not talk about it here.
But, they were disappearing.

In their place, was just one human shadow.

It was a slender figure.
It was a figure that suits the blackness which devours the night.
It was, the figure of a young girl――――
It was the body, of an elegant and vibrant woman.

Although her head was covered by a thick hood, the black clothes that covered her body, were sticking perfectly to her frame and were clearly displaying her dark brown limbs that could be interpreted as well-balanced.

Her age, is it in the latter half of her teens?

If one were to take a glance at her, then they’d probably be captivated by her body which had a resilience that was filled with youth, but if they were the eyes of a person who had experience with a blade to take a life, then they’d possibly grasp that her flesh which was filled with intentional femininity was being trained to fight.

The woman, was a warrior. To be precise, she was a person who was determined to steal a life in the darkness.

The moonlight illuminates the woman’s face.
A skull is affixed to it.

From her ears to her chin, there was some beauty in the features that could be peeped at from her neck line, however, the areas concerning from the eyes to the nose were being concealed by the symbolic skull mask, making her precise face unable to be deduced.

The woman slowly walks forward.

As she walks towards the front of the magnificent water fountain that had taken its name from a waterfall that flows down into Lake Ontario, in late at night Shinjuku Central Park, the woman humbly lowers her head.

Manaka: “Hihii. You needn't be so frightened.”

A voice rings out. It was a voice spun from the lips of a girl. In front of the woman, is a girl. Even though there shouldn't have been anyone there until just a second ago……Indeed, the girl had appeared in a space where no one was supposed to be there.
With no sounds, and no indications.

As if, the heart of time had stopped, it was like she had transitioned here by ripping apart the body of space itself.

Manaka: “So, how was it? I think, you, were telling me about a relatively big matter.”
Assassin: “I was.”
Manaka: “So, do you have something that you wish to tell me?”
Assassin: “No, uh yes.”
Manaka: “Please tell me.”
Assassin: “Everything was a result of my weakness, my incompetence. There are no excuses for them.”

Without raising her head, the woman speaks these words to the girl.

She couldn’t look at the girl’s appearance, with her back turned to the water fountain and the moonlight overhead. But, it was a stance that could be easily understood enough as, “Someone like myself doesn’t have the qualifications to do so.”

The woman was devoting her all to her absolute master. The neck she presents, was an embodiment of her desire to always offer her life to you, the young lady.

Assassin: “Please my lady, I want you to take my head, right now, in this spot.”
Manaka: “Hmmmm?”
Assassin: “Lady Manaka?”
Manaka: “It’s fine, I knew it straight from the start. The “position” that Caster made for us is truly powerful. For going into the home of a Master that is.”

The girl weakly smiles.

Manaka: “It will be hard for you, right? Although, you’re cute, breaking in through the front will probably be a bit difficult for you. Besides…...”

The girl continues her speech still smiling. Her weak smile, changes into a genuine one. She could guess the reason for it, but it was easy enough for the woman to understand.

After all, the words brought from the girl’s lips as she started to say “Besides….,” was about the topic of her comforting Saber.
The woman was already aware ‘that her peace, her joy, and her amusement did not lie in myself, it was just him who had it’.

‘I must not be jealous.’

The woman, just, tilts her ears to the words.

‘Even if I just hang onto her words like so, this, just being able to listen to her sound which resembles one composed by a heavenly messenger, honours me so much.’

Manaka: “……And then. I made him some scones. I think I baked them well, this time, and he ate a lot of them for me, but his thoughts to the taste were so cold and bland. “It’s delicious,” and “I like it,” he said, but that’s all he ever said. And although I’m happy, so happy, you see……”

A female djinn wouldn’t be able to match the loveliness of her swelling cheeks.

Manaka: “I think it’s not a very good thing to call what he said, "one-patterned." Of course, no matter what he says, I’ll be happy.”
Assassin: “Yes.”
Manaka: “Do you think that he and I will be together forever from now on?”
Assassin: “Yes.”
Manaka: “In that case, I think change will become our spice to keep us from never getting bored with each other for all eternity.”

I’m sure, the woman silently wishes that it could true for herself too.
‘If I open my mouth, then thoughts like this would flow out from it. The girl is spinning her thoughts from her lips without hesitation, it’s no more different than myself as I keep shutting my lips.'

'Essentially, there’s no change.

'No matter who my partner is, for example, I’ll play the act of a doll who doesn’t care about their partner. '

'Although, I’m just speaking about my own feelings. Even so――――’

Manaka: “By the way, do you have enough prana?”

Suddenly, the girl asks. It’s as if she’s asking, whether the skinny dog with the emptied stomach, is hungry?
The woman, opens her lips. But, instead of words, she presents an item that she silently obtained.

It was lipstick.
A deep red lipstick, which had already been completely used up. (See Fragments 3 from the second drama cd)

Part 2-D:

Spoiler:

They cannot exist without prana.
In other words, they cannot exist without a Master.
Although, as an exception there are――――

Human souls.

It is possible to replenish their prana by “feeding” them with these.
Magi are not beings that can be bound by human morality.
Thus, the “feeding” on souls is not necessarily forbidden.

However, if performed in excess then it can easily lead to the revelation of mysteries.

So, be careful.

(An extract from an old notebook)

Part 2-E:

Spoiler:

Manaka: “You seem fine to me. heehee”

She accepts the lipstick.
The girl, passes a smile to the woman who serves her for now.

Manaka: “Amazing, you had a proper meal by yourself.”

Along with a “There, there,” she pats the woman kindly with her white fingertips until they were fleeting. After removing her hood, she did it on her hair…...And her head…...

The woman’s body trembled.
No, she was shivering.
It’s not the cold night air.
It’s not fear.
It’s pleasure. Joy.

My deep emotions, were allowing her to touch me.

Her nails could easily touch, this, my whole body which could even be called a Noble Phantasm now, my whole body which was comprised of the “death” that’s even in my sighs, body fluids and maybe even in my skin too.

'Undying, undefeatable, a girl, who on the contrary isn’t even in a state of agony.'

Having been born fallen with the name of Manaka Sajyou, she is a creation-subjugating miracle in itself.

‘If something like fate is possible in this world, then surely, I who had died in the distant past might’ve met her before I got such a temporary existence, I’m certain of it.”

The woman was convinced of it.

‘The brilliant girl. Like the moonlight which floats disrupting the night which has promised absolute darkness to just one person. My master, my everything, is the reliable partner whom I was finally able to get for the first time.’

The woman shivers.

‘Having personally decided to be my one and only Master, just being able to be touch by the girl’s fingertips is……’

Manaka: “Amazing, amazing.”

――――Like this, I can only get a pat on the head.

Manaka: “You're so amazing, you.”

――――It seethes. My entire body, is getting hotter.

Manaka: “You’re amazing and beautiful. In addition, you’re very cute girl.”

――――The other day. No, since the night we met in Ikebukuro, I will always…….

Manaka: “I expect much from you.”

――――I will always, submit myself to your radiance.

Manaka: “So, please hang in there for a little bit longer. Assassin.”

The girl smiles.

As I bask in the starlight and the moonlight…….
Her shine, her dazzle, stays with me――――

[End of Chapter]

*The Drama CD added a lot of extra speaking parts and lines, so this will be slightly different from the Drama CD/

[Nobody]

Lonely Ayaka is lonely, and I remember that Serenity with a hood was a missed opportunity.

Thanks for the translation, Phoenix.

[SmartCable]

Lonely Ayaka is lonely.

Ayaka really has the short end comparing to Shirou. Living in fear of getting other people involved for most of her life.

I wish future prototype can add in some characters, it brings more life and interaction to story. A male Taiga would do, otherwise just Saber and Ayaka alone would be a bit dull.

thanks for the translation Phoenix

[asterism42]

We still don't know much about the other Masters in Prototype.

There's Ayaka, Misaya, Aro, Sancraid, and Manaka, which leaves three unnaccounted for.

(I left out Gil's Master because we don't really know that much about him.)

[SmartCable]

To be honest at this point, I'm not seeing we are going to get anything until the CD dramas are all done and the Lostbelt arcs are over. You can only hope you can get some trivial information of Prototype from Lostbelt. Maybe 2 years in enough for Nasu and Sakurai to brainstorm and Arthur build enough charisma to catapult more Prototype promotion with him.

[Rafflesiac]

Arthur should've been on the FGO 2 cover art imo

[Nobody]

Ayaka really has the short end comparing to Shirou. Living in fear of getting other people involved for most of her life.

I wish future prototype can add in some characters, it brings more life and interaction to story. A male Taiga would do, otherwise just Saber and Ayaka alone would be a bit dull.

thanks for the translation Phoenix

Same. I know its like, in her backstory and character to be alone, but she needs someone. A guardian to watch over her would be pretty cool.

It would be nice if Sakurai (who will, eventually, write Prototype) would throw away Protoype's loose outline and do her own thing.

We still don't know much about the other Masters in Prototype.

There's Ayaka, Misaya, Aro, Sancraid, and Manaka, which leaves three unnaccounted for.

(I left out Gil's Master because we don't really know that much about him.)

Misaya dies, what, halfway through Prototype. Aro dies offscreen. Manaka doesn't show up until, like after Sancraid's defeated. Gil's Master seems interesting though. I can only hope the rest of the cast would be too.

To be honest at this point, I'm not seeing we are going to get anything until the CD dramas are all done and the Lostbelt arcs are over. You can only hope you can get some trivial information of Prototype from Lostbelt. Maybe 2 years in enough for Nasu and Sakurai to brainstorm and Arthur build enough charisma to catapult more Prototype promotion with him.

I hold out hope for a Fragments anime, sometime within the next four years.