C Support

Serra: …Sooo, you’re Lucius, right?
Lucius: Yes. I am indeed, Sister Serra.
Serra: Huhn. …This is the first time we’ve spoken. Do you know why?
Lucius: Why? …No, I do not.
Serra: I just make a policy not to make friends with girls who are as adorable as I am. I don’t need anyone else drawing attention away from me! So stay away from me, got it? Is that all sinking in?
Lucius: Y-Yes…
Serra: Oh, and I forgot one thing! You can’t come near me, but I expect you to fully back me up as your senior cleric, all right? We serve St. Elimine, right? I mean, we’re the same? Well, you’re much older, but you still need to follow the code!
Lucius: W-Well, yes. Of course. …But.
Serra: What? Do you have some complaint?
Lucius: No, no complaints… …It’s just… I’m…
Serra: Why do you have to be so horribly annoying! Just tell me, already!
Lucius: I’m not a cleric. I’m a monk, so… So……
Serra: A M-Monk!?
Lucius: Yes…
Serra: But…to be a monk, don’t you have to… be a… Well…a guy?
Lucius: Yes. Yes, you do.

B Support

Serra: …Hahhh. Was it some kind of dream? I refuse to believe that such a beautiful man could exist… And that I would meet him! …I feel dizzy!
Lucius: I…beg your pardon. Is now a bad time?
Serra: Oh!!
Lucius: I need to ask, did I…do something to disturb you?
Serra: …N-No! I mean…not at all…
Lucius: Really? Oh, good. Because you got so quiet all of a sudden… I was worried…
Serra: …… Entrancing… What beautiful eyes…
Lucius: …Sister Serra?
Serra: Serra… Serra… He said my name! …Oh, Elimine preserve me! Even his voice is… beautiful!
Lucius: Umm…
Serra: Oh, what should I do? Oh! I know! I should pray! Saint Elimine, praise be your graces!!
Lucius: …Umm…

A Support

Serra: Lord Lucius?
Lucius: Yes, child, what is it?
Serra: I was wondering where you’re…umm…from?
Lucius: I was born in Etruria.
Serra: I knew it! That gorgeous blonde hair! Where else would you be from?
Lucius: …Not all Etrurians have blonde hair…
Serra: Oh, it was just a guess. Don’t take it so seriously. And what rank is your family at court? Barons? Viscounts, perhaps? Counts, even!? Oh, if they were dukes, I would just die!
Lucius: ……Serra. I am…a commoner.
Serra: …What? No way!
Lucius: My father was a soldier for hire. He died…when I was three.
Serra: Ohh… Then… How did you live?
Lucius: My mother died shortly after of a wasting sickness. When she breathed her last… they took me in at the orphanage, where I spent several years…
Serra: In an orphanage…
Lucius: …I-I’m sorry… I am certainly not what you expected at all…
Serra: … … … … …
Lucius: Si-Sister Serra? Why are you crying so?
Serra: …No… You don’t understand… I… I… I was raised in a convent.
Lucius: Oh…
Serra: …Like you… I grew up… …in a strange…sad place… …I understand… what it was like… …
Lucius: You are very kind…
Serra: … … …
Lucius: Serra? Surely, we two, who have suffered so much, were meant to meet, destined by Saint Elimine. I am grateful to her for bringing you…to my side.
Serra: Ohh, Lucius, I, too, am grateful…