Equip Trait
Has a large healing range and healing is no longer reduced for distant targets
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 30 |
| def | 20 |
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x2
x80000
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| Missions |
|---|
| During battle, have Lumen use In Downpour, Grace a total of 10 times (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Side Story OF-5 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Lumen, and cannot include any other Medic Operators as members |
Operator
Module Description
To the Inquisition has come an Ægir.I can assure you, not for the past thirty years... no, forty, at the very least! Has an Ægir set foot in the Inquisition's court in any capacity other than that of the tried. The very words themselves are preposterous.
It was a young man, not particularly remarkable at first glance. Of fair height, but didn't stand too straight or firm. His features were proper, but lacked any good presence. In all regards, not someone especially worth minding. If it weren't for the fact he was an Ægir, I think even someone new like myself wouldn't have batted an eye at him, with how unassuming and overt his arrival was.
But now, all the Inquisition is abound with the rumor of this Ægir.
Some say he's some wicked convict's bosom friend, merely held temporarily in custody, but this young man—before I forget, his name is Jordi Fontanarossa—clearly has no restrictions placed on his movements. Others believe he's a signal from Lord Carmen that the Inquisition is once again to admit and even promote some of the Islanders in due time. However, Jordi Fontanarossa himself is feeble and weak, and his education lacking. At best, he would be capable of some meager secretarial work, and it doesn't seem as if his position is particularly lofty.
Given our workplaces are so near each other, I've had the opportunity to observe him.
This Ægir punches in at twenty minutes before his shift each morning, sometimes a little later, but he's never tardy. He's prone to occasional clumsiness; he once caused a misprint of documents after poorly operating the press, wasting quires of business paper. If I hadn't chanced to pass by and stop the machine, who knows how his accident could have evolved.
I wasn't going out of my way to help him, of course, simply taking responsibility for our work. And no matter how I explained to him as such, the Ægir just persisted with his smile. He'd clearly misunderstood something! Such a loathsome smile!
One time, in relation to a vital operation, some colleagues and I were working overtime into the night. The Ægir brought a bucket of drinks over, telling us it was some herbal tea he'd mixed himself. I wasn't interested in having any, but that sort of thing is effective at keeping one awake, so for the sake of work, it would have to do.
It was about early morning by the time we were done with overtime, and everyone was audibly starving, running on bellies filled with nothing but tea. There in the dark, I suddenly heard footsteps approach, then saw someone had lit a lantern. It was that Ægir, who himself hadn't left for some reason, and had a pot in his hands too, with several bags clearly filled with food hanging from his wrists.
'Ah, are you all done with work? You must be exhausted.'
The man seemed all too apologetic as he regarded us. 'I'm sorry I couldn't be of help with any of it. All I could do was make some food that'd be light on the stomach...'
With no patience for hearing out his habitual self-debasement and humbling excuses, I took his pot without any fanfare.
It was a vanilla porridge, and all signs pointed to it being yet another recipe beneficial to health.
Lord Carmen having taken in this Ægir as a disciple? Absolutely never would I lend credence to such a ridiculous rumor. That said, based on what I've seen, should the Inquisition decide it would readmit Islanders, I suppose it would hardly be a bad thing.
