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"That's why I kept creating weapons. Ones that were strong. Ones that would keep their owners alive...like magic. "
- Artie

A blacksmith who creates strong weapons augmented by magic. Shy and socially awkward, she depends on the one person she has opened her heart to - her partner Richesse. Artie is burdened with remorse, as she created a weapon to protect lives, only for it to end many more of them.

Soul		Type
Height	136 cm	Weight	33 kg
Bloodtype	AB	Birthday	8-Nov
Lament	Never Ends
Japanese VA	Konomi Kohara

Artie Story

Hands Full of Filth

Back then, I felt so proud of these hands. These hands that created a weapon that would protect everyone.
- Artie

Artie, a blacksmith with magical abilities, once created weapons imbued with magic to protect people. Initially ostracized for her craft, she persevered in her belief that more potent weapons would prevent deaths. However, when a devastating war broke out with an enemy witch squadron, Artie's desperation led her to create a mighty magic sword capable of breaching the witches' shields. While it secured victory, the weapon's destructive nature left innocent people among the casualties. Witnessing the carnage shattered Artie's ideals, forcing her to confront the actual cost of war and the horror her creation inflicted. Disillusioned and guilt-ridden, she abandoned blacksmithing.

Weapons of Life

Yes, that's right. I create, and Richesse delivers. That's who we are.
- Artie

Wracked with guilt over a deadly weapon, Artie finds redemption through Richesse, the Merchant of Death. Learning of the lives saved by her past creations, Artie reignites her passion for forging weapons, vowing to make them defense instruments. Partnering with Richesse, she dedicates herself to this new purpose. However, the past resurfaces as a mighty sword turns evil. Artie accepts responsibility and resolves to destroy it, but Richesse stands by her side, offering support and reminding Artie of the good she can create. They face the darkness together, and Artie finds renewed purpose in building a future filled with protective weapons.

Artie Personality

Artie is a passionate and skilled blacksmith haunted by the destructive power of her past creations. Despite self-doubt and social awkwardness, she remains dedicated to her craft, finding joy in creation and a desire to connect with others. Driven by a deep need for redemption, Artie strives to use her talents for good, constantly seeking ways to improve her work and create weapons that protect, not destroy. Loyal and determined, she faces her past mistakes head-on, vowing to forge a future where her creations serve as instruments of hope.

Artie Relationships

Relationships

Richesse - Her business partner and friend.

Interactions With Other Characters

Mentioned throughout Richesse’s memories and her voice lines. Artie plays a major role in Richesse’s story.
Mentions Soltina, Lunalynn, Hathor, and Belle in her Home 9 voice line. Here, Artie says she is far closer to Hathor and Lunalynn than Soltina, Illya, and Belle in terms of age.

Artie Memories

Chapter 1
Mysterious powers dwell in the weapons I create. They're magical weapons that never break, never rust...and guide their owners to victory. Years ago, some people were afraid of my weapons, and they often chased me out of their shops. Master was the only one nice enough to take care of me. He died from a disease long ago, though. Now that I've taken over Master's shop, at the very least, I've got to protect it. Not only that, but if people have strong weapons, there'll be no more deaths... and no more crying. That's why I kept creating weapons. Ones that were strong. Ones that would keep their owners alive...like magic.

Chapter 1

Mysterious powers dwell
in the weapons I create.

They're magical weapons that never break,
never rust...and guide their owners to victory.

Years ago, some people
were afraid of my weapons,
and they often chased me
out of their shops.

Master was the only one nice
enough to take care of me.
He died from a disease
long ago, though.

Now that I've taken over Master's shop,
at the very least, I've got to protect it.

Not only that, but if people
have strong weapons,
there'll be no more deaths...
and no more crying.

That's why I kept creating weapons.
Ones that were strong.
Ones that would keep
their owners alive...like magic.

Chapter 2
One day, there was talk in town about how our country's military had been decimated by an enemy witch squadron. The witches formed shields that deflected everything away, preventing any of our attacks from getting through. My weapons are augmented with magic power, but apparently they were useless against those shields. That witch squadron's quickly invading the land, and before long, they'll be at our doorstep... I've got to do something. I'm a witch and a blacksmith, so there must be something only I can do. That's it—I'll try increasing the magic power I augmented my weapons with. Their usually amplified strength just won't cut it anymore. I've got to use an even greater amount of magic power. It'll take time, but I will get it done. Since then, I tenaciously focused magic power into my weapons. To fight against the witch squadron. To protect as many of the townsfolk as possible. ...And, to create a power that'll decimate the enemy.

Chapter 2

One day, there was talk in town about
how our country's military had been
decimated by an enemy witch squadron.

The witches formed shields
that deflected everything away,
preventing any of our attacks
from getting through.

My weapons are augmented with magic power,
but apparently they were useless
against those shields.

That witch squadron's quickly
invading the land,
and before long,
they'll be at our doorstep...

I've got to do something.
I'm a witch and a blacksmith,
so there must be something only I can do.

That's it—I'll try increasing the magic power
I augmented my weapons with.
Their usually amplified strength
just won't cut it anymore.

I've got to use an even greater
amount of magic power.
It'll take time, but I will get it done.

Since then, I tenaciously focused
magic power into my weapons.
To fight against the witch squadron.
To protect as many of
the townsfolk as possible.

...And, to create a power
that'll decimate the enemy.

Chapter 3
After a great deal of trial and error, it was finally complete. By pouring every last ounce of my magic power into it, I created a weapon that could break through those witches' shields— A magic sword. It had the might capable of annihilating 100 soldiers in a single swing. It was a true symbol of power. Its might will crush the spirits of anyone who lays eyes on it, and wars will end in an instant. Back then, I felt so proud of these hands. These hands that created a weapon that would protect everyone. When the witch squadron finally came and attacked us, the army used my sword. Then...tragedy struck. A single swing decimated the witch squadron. The battlefield was littered with what remained of the witches... and among them, a little girl... What...What in the world did I...? This isn't the weapon I created. It's just a tool for murder. At that moment, I finally realized... what it truly means to end a war, and what I did to achieve that. ...I took one look at my hands, and all I saw was filth.

Chapter 3

After a great deal of trial and error,
it was finally complete.

By pouring every last ounce
of my magic power into it,
I created a weapon that could
break through those witches' shields—
A magic sword.

It had the might capable of annihilating
100 soldiers in a single swing.

It was a true symbol of power.
Its might will crush the spirits
of anyone who lays eyes on it,
and wars will end in an instant.

Back then, I felt so proud of these hands.
These hands that created a weapon
that would protect everyone.

When the witch squadron finally came
and attacked us, the army used my sword.
Then...tragedy struck.

A single swing decimated the witch squadron.
The battlefield was littered with
what remained of the witches...
and among them, a little girl...

What...What in the world did I...?
This isn't the weapon I created.
It's just a tool for murder.

At that moment, I finally realized...
what it truly means to end a war,
and what I did to achieve that.

...I took one look at my hands,
and all I saw was filth.

Chapter 4
I quit being a blacksmith. My weapon did protect lives, but it also stole many more of them away. And, the sight of all those bodies just... I was holding on to false beliefs. In the end, weapons are nothing more than tools for murder. Days passed by, then I met her. Richesse, the Merchant of Death. She held her hand out to me and said she needed my power to protect the lives of many. But, I brushed her hand aside and told her to stay away from me. "I refuse...Many have died from a weapon I created... and in such a horrifying way... There's nothing someone like me can protect..." But, Richesse grabbed my hands and said, "Would you still say that if I told you there are lives these hands have saved?"

Chapter 4

I quit being a blacksmith.
My weapon did protect lives,
but it also stole many more of them away.
And, the sight of all those bodies just...

I was holding on to false beliefs.
In the end, weapons are nothing more
than tools for murder.

Days passed by, then I met her.
Richesse, the Merchant of Death.

She held her hand out to me and said
she needed my power to protect
the lives of many.

But, I brushed her hand aside
and told her to stay away from me.

"I refuse...Many have died
from a weapon I created...
and in such a horrifying way...
There's nothing someone like me
can protect..."

But, Richesse grabbed my hands and said,
"Would you still say that if I told you
there are lives these hands have saved?"

Chapter 5
My weapons saved lives? No way...After all, I'm... Richesse then took out an old sword. I recognized it. This sword was something I forged years ago. It's a magic sword that will never break, and guide its owner to victory. When I forged this sword, the only thing I thought about was protecting lives. "Thanks to this sword, everyone survived. Here's your proof." Richesse then handed me a bundle of letters. They contained the words of gratitude of many people. Richesse says she's been searching all over for me to make sure I got them. Ahh...that's right. I was making weapons to protect lives—not destroy them. But, the threat of the witch squadron scared me into creating a weapon that steals lives away. No more mistakes. This time, I'll swing my hammer like how I did before, and create weapons that protect lives. Magic weapons made only for keeping their owners alive.

Chapter 5

My weapons saved lives?

No way...After all, I'm...

Richesse then took out an old sword.
I recognized it. This sword was something
I forged years ago.

It's a magic sword that will never break,
and guide its owner to victory.
When I forged this sword,
the only thing I thought about
was protecting lives.

"Thanks to this sword, everyone survived.
Here's your proof."

Richesse then handed me a bundle of letters.
They contained the words
of gratitude of many people.
Richesse says she's been searching
all over for me to make sure I got them.

Ahh...that's right.
I was making weapons
to protect lives—not destroy them.
But, the threat of the witch squadron
scared me into creating a weapon
that steals lives away.

No more mistakes.
This time, I'll swing my hammer
like how I did before,
and create weapons that protect lives.
Magic weapons made only for
keeping their owners alive.

Chapter 6
"I'll be the one who decides who's worthy of wielding your weapons, so keep on making them— weapons that protect lives." With those words, Richesse became my own personal merchant. There are many people who need my weapons for protection. Richesse delivers my weapons to them. Among them are people who need weapons for killing. But, Richesse hides me away from them, and always stays by my side protecting me. She's even started calling me "partner". It's just, I'm still uneasy about calling myself Richesse's partner. Not while my hands look as filthy as they are now, at least... I've got to save a lot more people. When I do, though, can I finally call myself Richesse's partner? But, just as I thought, my hands only bring about tragedies. I heard a rumor. That sword which destroyed the witch squadron had turned into an evil sword, raging out of control and attacking anyone who approaches it.

Chapter 6

"I'll be the one who decides who's
worthy of wielding your weapons,
so keep on making them—
weapons that protect lives."

With those words, Richesse became
my own personal merchant.

There are many people who
need my weapons for protection.
Richesse delivers my weapons to them.

Among them are people who
need weapons for killing.
But, Richesse hides me away from them,
and always stays by my side protecting me.

She's even started calling me "partner".

It's just, I'm still uneasy about
calling myself Richesse's partner.
Not while my hands look as filthy
as they are now, at least...

I've got to save a lot more people.
When I do, though,
can I finally call myself Richesse's partner?

But, just as I thought,
my hands only bring about tragedies.

I heard a rumor.
That sword which destroyed
the witch squadron had turned
into an evil sword,
raging out of control and attacking
anyone who approaches it.

Chapter 7
I augmented that evil sword with my magic power over a long period of time. I'm sure that same magic power is what's raging out of control. The only way to stop it is to destroy it. But, challenging that evil sword needs even more magic power than what dwells in it. That's far beyond what I can conjure up... but I've got to do it. That's my responsibility as the sword's creator. If doing so burns away all the life I have left, so be it. Then, as my hand trembled, Richesse firmly placed hers on top of it. "If that's what needs to be done, my power is yours to use, partner." Richesse, why...? As I stood there dumbfounded, she spoke to me with the same bright smile she had on the day we first met. "We're partners. We share sins, pain—everything. So, don't you even think of carrying this burden alone." In actuality, I knew I shouldn't involved Richesse. This sin is mine to bear. But, I didn't have it in me to brush her hand away. Yes, that's right. I create, and Richesse delivers. That's who we are. From this point on, I'll keep creating weapons that protect lives, using these hands that Richesse— that my partner believes in.

Chapter 7

I augmented that evil sword with
my magic power over a long period of time.
I'm sure that same magic power is
what's raging out of control.

The only way to stop it is to destroy it.
But, challenging that evil sword needs
even more magic power than what dwells in it.

That's far beyond what I can conjure up...
but I've got to do it.
That's my responsibility as the sword's creator.

If doing so burns away all the life I have left,
so be it.

Then, as my hand trembled,
Richesse firmly placed hers on top of it.

"If that's what needs to be done,
my power is yours to use, partner."

Richesse, why...?
As I stood there dumbfounded,
she spoke to me with
the same bright smile she had
on the day we first met.

"We're partners.
We share sins, pain—everything.
So, don't you even think of
carrying this burden alone."

In actuality,
I knew I shouldn't involved Richesse.
This sin is mine to bear.
But, I didn't have it in me
to brush her hand away.

Yes, that's right.
I create, and Richesse delivers.
That's who we are.

From this point on,
I'll keep creating weapons that protect lives,
using these hands that Richesse—
that my partner believes in.

Artie Media

Artie Voice Lines

Login 1	...Oh... Um... W-Welcome... Come on...in...
Login 2	...! Long time no see... I'm happy... You're still alive.
Home 1	Remember... Strike while the iron's hot... Now then, shall we begin?
Home 2	Unacceptable... This iron's inadequate. It won't be able to stand heat... Oh, my lord... How long were you...? When I get absorbed in my work, I stop noticing anything around me... I'm ashamed...
Home 3	Why don't I use my hammer to fight? Preposterous... This is a tool for forging weapons... Fighting using smithing tools—inappropriate. Blades too... Using one's wares to fight—third-rate.
Home 4	I'm worried... You look very tired. Get rest... People are very...fragile, after all...
Home 5	Thank you. I'm terrible at speaking to people... But, you actually wait for my words to come out. That makes me very happy... I've got to get better at speaking... Because, I want to talk a lot with you, my lord...
Home 6	Cheers... Today's a great day... Happy birthday... I've only ever made weapons, but maybe I can make a model of a cake. You want?
Home 7	...Warning. My conversations—terrible... You might feel uncomfortable... I'm not the best person to talk to... Better off finding someone else...
Home 8	I thought a stron weapon could save someone from dying, so I kept making weapons. Strong weapons that could protect their owners... But, I was wrong... In the end, weapons are only tools for murder...
Home 9	I'm confused. Everyone pats my head... a lot. That's a disrespectful way to treat someone older... Huh? Me—the same age as Soltina?..Incorrect. Older. Illya and Belle? Nnrrgh, older... I'm closest in age to Hathor and Lunalynn. ...Hm? Is that so suprising?
Home 10	Are you making sure you're reforging your weapons? It takes time, but keep at it. and you'll bring out your weapons' power. ...Ah! That reminds me, I think there's a way to cut down th time it takes to reforge... I don't know much about it but maybe Richesse does.
Home 11	I thought quickly winning a fight would end it. So, I created that sword—that horrible, murderous symbol of power. I'm sure that's what I wished for back then— for more people to be killed... That's why I cant say I'm completely innocent...
Home 12	Richesse has always walked in front of me, leading me by the hand... This whole time, I thought that was good enough for me. But, now I know it's not. I want to walk alongside her—not behind... so I can feel proud when I call her, my partner.
Awakening 1	Power stirs inside me... What is this?
Awakening 2	I'm shining like a finely sharpened blade... I'm grateful... Thank you, my lord.
Awakening 3	Thank you, I'll be sure to meet any expectations you have in me... That's common courtesy... says Richesse...
Awakening 4	Even wit hands tihs filthy, if I can still create something... I've got to do it... With these two hands, I'll forge a weapon that'll change the world...
Awakening 5	A weapon's just a thing that exists. But treat it with affection, and it'll surely return that affection to you... I also want to return your feelings in that way To do that, I've got to home my power even more...
Awakening 6	As long as people fight, they'll want weapons. So, it's time for me to stop running... from my past, and my sins. Ill create a legendary weapon that'll cut a path to the future, and end this way... I'll be okay. If you and Richesse are with me, I won't break... Not anymore...!
Victory	Victory... Unsurprising.
Defeat	Defeat... Rnnggh. Unforgivable...
Skill 1	It's do-or-die. Fight back!
Skill 2	Time's up. Goodbye...

Artie Lament Song and Lyrics

Artie Lament and Lyrics

Artie Lament Monologue

Artie Lament Monologue
Mysterious powers dwell in the weapons I create. They're magical weapons that protect their owners' lives, and guide them to victory. As long as people have them, more and more lives can be saved. At least, back then, that's what I believed... Once the fighting ends, peace will come. I augmented that hope into a weapon, only for it to trample on the lives of many. I was once proud of these hands, but now all I see is filth. There is nothing these hands can save... Nothing...! I quit being a blacksmith. My weapon did protect lives, but it also stole many more of them away. I was holding onto false beliefs. In the end, weapons are nothing more than tools for murder. then, I met her. Richesse, the Merchant of Death. If there's something these sinful hands can save... then I've got to save it. This time, with weapons that protect lives... As long as those hands I've brushed away many times, but refused to let me go, stay by my side... Alright. Shall we get going...? Partner.

Mysterious powers dwell in the weapons I create.
They're magical weapons that
protect their owners' lives,
and guide them to victory.
As long as people have them,
more and more lives can be saved.
At least, back then, that's what I believed...

Once the fighting ends, peace will come.
I augmented that hope into a weapon,
only for it to trample on the lives of many.

I was once proud of these hands,
but now all I see is filth.

There is nothing these hands can save...
Nothing...!

I quit being a blacksmith.
My weapon did protect lives,
but it also stole many more of them away.

I was holding onto false beliefs.
In the end, weapons are nothing more
than tools for murder.

then, I met her.
Richesse, the Merchant of Death.

If there's something
these sinful hands can save...
then I've got to save it.

This time, with weapons that protect lives...
As long as those hands I've brushed away
many times, but refused to let me go,
stay by my side...

Alright. Shall we get going...? Partner.

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