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This is a Max Bond Craft Essence
This Craft Essence can be obtained by reaching Bond Level 10 of Galatea.
It comes at max level with all limit breaks.
Craft Essence
★ ★ ★ ★

Memory of Cyprus

Original Name: キプロスの記憶キプロスノキオク Servant: Galatea
AKA:AKA: Memories of CyprusMemories of Cyprus
ID: 1398 Illustrator: yume32ki
ATK:ATK: 100/100 HP:HP: 100/100
Cost: 9 Max Level: 80
Effect
When equipped on Galatea:
Grants self Guts status for 1 time. (Revives with 20% HP.)
Grants self On-Guts-ActivateOn-Guts-Activate buff for 1 time.
( Charges party's NP gauge by 20% when Guts status is activated.)

Lore[]

Description Translation🛈🛈
穏やかで温かな海風。

それに乗って訪れる鳥たちの囀り。
豊かな恵みを与えられた大地、枝葉を揺らす緑の木々。
寄せては返す波に運ばれて、海岸の白泡は美しく踊る。

作業場の窓から、いつも見えていた。
それら全てを、優しき鑿(のみ)の音が包んでいた。

ふと、疑問に思う。

この記憶の中の自分は、人だったのか。
それとも、彫像だったのか?

どちらでもよかった。
どうあれ、自分の幸福の全てはそこにあったのだから。
いつも、温かく、安心できて、満ち足りた何かに包まれていた。

それは彼の愛。
そして―――きっと、自分たちを見守る、美しき女神のまなざし。

その感覚は今も失われていない。
だからこそ、目を閉じるだけで思い出せるのだ。

キプロスの記憶は、どこまでも麗しく。
今この瞬間も、自分の中に息づいている。

NA Localization: A calm and warm sea breeze, carrying birdsong.
A blessed land full of rich bounty, where the lush trees rustle their leaves.
The waves swell and break, and the watery foam makes beautiful dance.

I always gazed upon such things from the workshop.
And the gentle sound of the chisel enveloped it all.

I am suddenly struck pondering:

Was that memory from when I was human? Or when I was a statue?

It didn't matter.
Because either way, I was constantly happy. My surroundings were always warm, secure, and satisfying.

It was his love.
Blessed with the beautiful goddess's kind gaze that likely watched over us at all times.

And I have not forgotten that feeling. I can still picture the scene even with my eyes closed.

My memories in Cyprus will ever retain their beauty and live within my heart to this day.

Fan Translation: The gentle and warm sea breeze.
The chirping of the birds riding along those winds to visit.
The land was given abundant blessing, and the green trees' branches and leaves swayed.
Carried by the waves that come and go, the white foam of the beach danced beautifully.

I was always looking at them from the workshop's window.
Wrapping all around those things was (nothing but) the gentle sound of the chisel.

Suddenly, I started to wonder.

In that memory, was I human?
Or was I a sculpture?

It didn't matter which.
Because whichever I was, everything that made me happy was there.
I was always surrounded by something that was warm, relieving, and satisfying.

That thing was his love.
And ―――The beautiful Goddess' gaze that no doubt was watching over us.

That feeling, even now, still isn't gone.
That's why, just by closing my eyes, I could remember it.

My memory of Cyprus is, forever beautiful, and even at this very moment, living within me.

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