You want me to be your accompanist? Sure thing.

Whether in harpistry or archery, my skill is second to none in all of Minos. Look, this is the medal I won in Hymnic archery. Beautiful, isn't it? Proof of my skills as a harpist? Several troupes have asked me to accompany them, and that tells a story, don't you agree?... What!? You! You... Ahem... You may as well be seated, then. I will have my harp do the talking.

Minos is a land of Romance. Day in and day out, you can see philosophers debating, warriors competing, and actors rehearsing grand epics. I will say though, our food and drinks are exquisite. They're enough to elicit an abundance of joy and make one act unreasonably if indulged too liberally... How do I know? As if I'd tell you!

Tragedies are the most dazzling gems among our grand epics... or so I'd like to say, but Pallas's story deserves the most compassion. There is no greater humiliation than for a hero to remain unsung. 'There must be no flaws in a hero's mythos?' She said that? I simply cannot agree.

From Minos to Bolívar, from Columbia to Leithanien, each place has its own scenery and its own romance. The same uniqueness, however, cultivated endless enmity and conflict across the world. But just as roses do not lose their beauty simply because they have thorns, this great land is equally worthy of love.

Even the mightiest hero cannot win a war alone. Just as an epic must be passed down to be meaningful, a hero must stand with others to even become a hero. In the past, I always felt as if something was missing from my journey. That 'something' has been found since I came here.

The Supreme One spread an incurable disease across the land, and the Healer was banished for opposing Him. The Healer, stripped of the power of divinity, descended to alleviate humankind's suffering through knowledge... Oh, this isn't Minos mythology or anything, it's just a story I made up.

Is this instrument a bow or a harp? Both. The techniques behind the two are similar, both requiring discipline and elegance. Like this, gently place your fingertips on the strings, and thoughtfully acquaint yourself with the vibration from your fingertips. Want to give it a try? No, no, not like that. Give me your hand, I'll teach you.

What am I reading? A volume of Victorian love poems. Shall I read some aloud for you? Come on, there's no need to be bashful. Love and courage are one and the same. They're the blazing flames that burn through our souls, a light true that one should not shy from. Come on, Doctor, let's read some poetry together.

Doctor, Doctor? Oh... A pity that I came with a little song for you, aww…

So this is Rhodes Island? At last, at the very end of this trudge... No, All of this was ordained by fate, so I should be saying, it's about time! You can call me Erato. Is Pallas here, may I ask?

A shock that I still have so much more to learn about team combat...

Rankings? Promotions? No, no, these trivial things have no place in the full picture when heroes cast their eyes over the rising horizon. But, I will accept this accolade as proof of our mutual trust.

Should I celebrate this occasion by playing a song, or no? In fact, let me take a moment to think about what to say... Ahem... In the name of the Twelve Heroes of Minos, I, Erato, dedicate my bowstring to thee, and my harp shall accompany thee into the ages.

Witness the crown jewel of Minoan archery.

Leave everything to me.

My arrow points toward victory.

I shall witness your end.

As you wish.

I will not disappoint.

What wonderful scenery. A fine place for a battle.

Fate guides me here.

One shot, one kill.

By harp mine put to peace thy weary mind, for death and slumber both are of one kind.

Listen well to the requiem I play for thee.

Be gone with the wind!

Life must eventually end, but legends live on forever. We've done it, Doctor.

A victory worth celebrating. Let us sing! Doctor, did you witness my performance?

Chasing stragglers is scarcely fit for heroes of legend. Let them be.

Hurry, run! Our story mustn't end here!

Can I play some music here?

Oh?

You seem to be in a good mood today, Doctor. How about a dance with me?

Arknights.

Another year, huh...? Though I am still unfamiliar with Rhodes Island's customs, the importance of ceremony cannot be understated. If there is no ceremoniousness to counterbalance the atmosphere of levity, the occasion is forgotten easily. Anyway, Happy New Year, Doctor. As a present, I'll play a song for you. What would you like to hear?

Doctor, wanna hear a song?

In mythology, every hero's birth is accompanied by a strange phenomenon. For example, the once-in-a-century blooming of a flower, or a falling star... Just what happened on this day, years ago? It must've been a spectacular sight. Happy birthday, Doctor. Go ahead and make a wish.

Rhodes Island is a place right out of mythology, a hall of champions where people from all over the world come together to fight for a common cause. I wish to continue to witness the story of Rhodes Island as it unfolds. Surely, we shall compose the most grand of epics together.