Emiya had some predictions about the spell's ability to produce this result - the effect of the weapon being split in two, as the original developer intended, was simply to gain experience from the user.

But in fact, in Emiya's hands, it had the effect of [the original user borrowing the caster's body to use this sword].

The original spell developer might have simply used common adventurer weapons. You have to remember that while some weapons are powerful, they don't necessarily vary dramatically in power depending on the wielder's identity, as with the Castormere. Nor would the spell developer necessarily seek out a paladin wielding the Holy Avenger specifically for this spell. When using ordinary magical weapons, acquiring the original user's combat experience and skills is no different from this advanced possession.

It was because Emilia chose to use Casomire that he discovered this. And that Pit Fiend, no matter how talented and knowledgeable he was, couldn't have immediately discovered and realized something that had never happened before. And the same was true for Raphael.

Therefore, such information gap is extremely important and should not be used only to block attacks, but should have important results commensurate with it.

- For example, killing the devil's commander-in-chief and helping the original owner of the weapon escape.

Emilia did not choose to attack Brave. Instead, he attacked Raphael, who was a little careless.

The demon's flesh was as fragile as a blank sheet of paper before the Holy Avenger. The demon's blood spurted from its neck, leaving a long streak on Emiya's white robe. But in an instant, along with Raphael's body, it turned to ash in mid-air, dispersing all traces.

And next to Raphael was Apodel Adrian.

Emiya didn't hesitate at all and immediately shook the old paladin's hand: "Mr. Apodel, we are leaving!"

Raphael seemed to be the only omniscient being to influence the material world. His death had an immediate effect on Apodel—who had previously been gasping for breath on the ground, only to feel the pain and heaviness of his body suddenly subside.

He squeezed out the strength he had just gained, grasped Emiya's hand, and stood up with great effort. He put his arm around his shoulders and laughed heartily: "Mr. Emiya of Lunya, you will definitely shake up the world in the future - besides, this white winged robe suits you unexpectedly well."

"We'll talk about the future later!" Emilia did not have time to express her gratitude for the compliment, but immediately activated the second portal.

If Apodel Adrian is rescued and brought back to Imoen's wizard tower, then there will be more room for maneuver.

To conquer a tower run by a top-tier mage for years, the devil would have to send out an entire army. They immediately escaped the predicament of being completely controlled and at the mercy of others.

Until now, Emiya still didn't know how powerful Silver's magic was, but it was more than enough to stop the unsuspecting enemy for a short period of time.

At this moment, a lavender light suddenly shone from the direction of Grand Duke Silver Shield. A boundless magical force field instantly enveloped the entire Silver Shield Mansion.

The moment this magic force field was born, all magic related to space was paralyzed.

Brave originally planned to teleport to Emiya's side immediately, but because of the effect of this force field, he was spinning in place.

The portal that had just formed in front of Emiya collapsed instantly.

The prohibition spell, the six-ring magic, can effectively block all space-related effects in the area - neither entry nor retreat is allowed.

"...Grand Duke of Silver Shield." Emilia's face finally darkened, and her voice was filled with murderous intent. "What do you mean?"

A powerful spell like prohibition usually takes a long time to cast.

All similar spells can use a unified method to skip this unacceptably long casting time: magic scrolls.

This time, the timing of releasing the forbidden spell was so coincidental that it was directly and undeniably related to the dust from the scroll falling from the hands of Grand Duke Silver Shield.

"What do you mean? I'm just doing what I should do." Grand Duke Silver Shield's expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly, "Raphael obviously has a special identity. His sudden return to Hell could very well bring about unexpected chain reactions. If I don't release the forbidden spell immediately, Hell might send massive reinforcements - I'm taking precautions."

As for whether Emiya and his group would be implicated, that was another matter.

"What a way to take precautions..." Amidst the smoke and dust, Apodel coughed heavily. "A hundred years ago, when Anta Silvershield tried to exile me, the other Grand Dukes used similar rhetoric to drive me away. So, what are your thoughts today?"

Grand Duke Silver Shield calmly glanced at the devil waiting in the sky, and said, "It's simple—Anta's ancestor is dead, so I can naturally handle everything that comes next."

"Let's talk."

"Talk about the future of Baldur's Gate... and, of course, the future of the Sons of Bhaal."

Emiya was silent for a moment.

Cassomir's duration is running out. Cassomir's magic-breaking aura, or more accurately, its magic-dispelling power.

However, forbidden spells are one of the few spells that are not affected by dispel magic.

Emiya gritted her teeth and said, "Before we defeat the devil, I don't think there is anything to talk about between us."

"This is not the Knights of the Holy Knights." Grand Duke Silver Shield waved his hand and whistled.

This time, the originally hesitant people of Gond united again, aiming their muskets at everyone present.

Grand Duke Silvershield said calmly, "The Frostfire Merchant Guild is a legitimate merchant in Baldur's Gate. Baldur's Gate is a free and democratic city that has always opposed racial discrimination."

Author's Note: Note*: Of course, this scene actually involves cheating. I've previously posted that while this spell can copy enchantments, its user experience only copies the zero-level hit points (i.e., the later stages). To interpret this as equivalent to the original owner holding the spell is shady or even shady nonsense.

But that’s it, let’s just leave it like this in this book (gestures).

The Last Day of One Hundred and Two Silver Shields (Part 1)

Emiya didn't answer immediately.

This scene was very familiar to him.

He had been to the High Hall several times, and had been present at nearly every meeting of the Council of Four since arriving at Baldur's Gate.

In every meeting, the Grand Duke of Silver Shield plays a more impartial role - not taking sides, but simply presiding over the existing order and promoting a process that everyone can accept.

He may not always succeed in making a profit, but he will never suffer a loss.

Therefore, anyone who wants to gain support must first seek Silver Shield’s opinion and support.

At this moment, the Silver Shield family wants to continue this situation.

To achieve this goal, it was impossible for only one party to be present. As soon as Braif tried to flap his wings and take off, the Grand Duke of Silver Shield took action.

A massive steel machine suddenly appeared behind Thorin Silvershield. Several mechanical arms expertly reached into the dimensional pouch at the Archduke's waist, pulling out several clearly loaded arquebuses. They lit the matches and aimed at the devil's wings.

"Lord Braif, please do not act rashly," Thorin Silvershield said coldly. "I was promoted to Master Craftsman thanks to my innovation in the production method of enchanted arquebus bullets. I have always regretted that this discovery was only recognized by my colleagues, but never put to good use."

The demon hesitated, narrowing his eyes slightly before quietly landing on the ground. He replied, "You're joking. The Frostfire Merchant Guild has invested countless efforts to gain entry to Baldur's Gate. They certainly won't ignore the authority of Grand Duke Silvershield and let their efforts go to waste."

Thus, everything returned to the track that Grand Duke Silver Shield was most familiar with.

The Grand Duke of Silver Shield nodded with satisfaction, turned to Emiya and said, "In your opinion, my cooperation with the devil is probably like countless previous examples—"

"An ambitious family, not content with the resources they've already acquired, yet blinded by arrogance and status, believes they can rely on wisdom to subdue the devil. However, in the end, their own folly backfires, and they lose everything they've accumulated."

Apodel shook his head, with no intention of answering. He gasped for breath, trying to regain some strength in his weak body through breathing, and gave the right to speak entirely to Emiya.

The devil stopped moving, and the flames it created naturally went out. Only then did the figures of Yin and Sig slowly emerge from the sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, they also became targets of muskets.

Grand Duke Silver Shield did nothing but continued his impassioned speech, as if he was not surrounded by a blazing sea of ​​fire, but was standing in the Grand Duke's Hall as he had been a few days ago.

"It seems to me that the opposite is true. According to my knowledge, before the Spellblight, it was extremely difficult for demons to come to the Material Plane. But now, a pit fiend can move freely between Hell and the Material Plane."

He shook his head repeatedly. "Plane, world—such problems shouldn't be a headache for a craftsman. But centuries have passed, and the goddess of the Demon Web has still not resurrected. Evil continues to grow, while goodness is losing ground. Under such circumstances, I have to consider the future of Baldur's Gate. Compared to so many enemies, the devil is already a harmless ally!"

Emilia scoffed. "If even assassination is considered harmless, then it's really easy for the devil to move among the people."

In the past few days, both Emiya and the former Marshal of the Flaming Fist were assassinated. It's easy to imagine how unrestrained the demons are when they expand their power.

"That means you're still too young." Grand Duke Silver Shield wasn't angry, but rather had a look of regret on his face. "Even if there were no demons, wouldn't mortals still kill each other? Wouldn't mortals still oppress each other?"

Grand Duke Silver Shield shouted, "The Church of the Fury Pantheon is dedicated to destruction. They set forests ablaze with thunder, drown ships with raging waves, and bring death with plague! The devil is unforgivable for wanting to kill human souls. So how can a church like the Fury Pantheon, which causes mortals to perish in despair, remain safe and sound in cities?"

"Exterminate the devil?" Grand Duke Silver Shield sighed deeply, finally saying loudly, "How ridiculous! The sea goddess Umberlee is Baldur's Gate's second faith! Before the rise of our Gondor Church, the entire Baldur's Gate was shrouded in the shadow of the sea goddess! Just twenty years ago, the bishop of the Umberlee Church even became the Grand Duke! Fraudsters like the devil should be exterminated, but are the priests of Umberlee harmless?"

"There's a cliff ahead, and there's a cliff behind. You can only choose one of the two paths. Between two evils, choose the lesser one. That's all."

The voice of the Grand Duke of Silver Shield fell silent.

He was the head of the Silver Shield clan, and he held considerable prestige within the clan. This righteous and heartfelt sigh naturally drew nods from the other clan members present. Even the Hellfire Demon nodded repeatedly, seemingly sympathetic.

Only Emiya shook her head: "I have no interest in your difficulties. Let's get to the point. What do you want?"

"...You're really young." Silver Shield raised his eyebrows slightly, then revealed a regretful expression, "So, you're not qualified to negotiate with me yet."

"Mr. Appledale, I want to ask you a question - how long do you think you can live?"

Apodale was silent for a moment, then replied, "Is this a threat?"

"No, this is the truth." Thorin Silvershield said seriously, "You should understand that from today on, your situation will worsen. In the past, you were a powerful paladin. Becoming your enemy will come at an extremely high price. Even if you succeed, you will gain nothing but prestige."

"But things will be different from today onward: countless people will know that you and Grand Duke Violet are the only remaining Sons of Baal. Kill one of you, and the other will instantly become Baal. Even with the aid of the gods, your current situation could return—to your former allies, you've become an unstable powder keg. For your enemies, killing you could mean capturing a new god alive!"

"What a mouth-watering trophy! All your enemies will be mobilized immediately, even mages who have no grudge against you will be eager to take action."

"So, I have two suggestions for you." Silver Shield held up two fingers. "First, give up the rest of your life and fight for the final benefit for your friends and descendants: The Silver Shield family swears here—if you and Grand Duke Violet commit suicide here, the Silver Shield family will be the most steadfast ally of all your descendants and relatives. From now on, only they will betray us, and the opposite will never happen. I will treat them as if they were my own children."

Author's Note: I'm writing more. Just looking at the chapter titles, you know this volume won't have a disappointing ending, so don't worry.

The Last Day of the 103 Silver Shields (Part 2)

Let Apodale commit suicide here? !

When these words were spoken, not only Emilia, but even the devil beside him was shocked by the proposal.

However, while the Pit Fiends were powerful, they were also known for their wisdom. His eyes flickered, and he immediately understood Silver Shield's true intentions. He bared his teeth and said, "Actually, Mr. Apodel, this could be a deal—our hatred for you isn't that deep. We're simply interested in Baal. So, you could use your life as a bargaining chip in exchange for—"

"First, I must clear up a misunderstanding." The Hellish Devil was naturally quite domineering under normal circumstances. However, when the difference between friend and foe was unclear, he could immediately display gentleness, even flattery. "Actually, we're not here to kill you. This is actually the result of a miscommunication. We didn't intend to see this happen."

"——!" Even though she had known for a long time that the devil was shameless when he spoke eloquently, when she heard these words with her own ears, Emilia was so angry that she was speechless.

Apodel and Imon were still hanging by a thread, and all the dangers they and Mars were in were completely caused by the devil. He could actually say so shamelessly that the devil had no intention of killing them!

"Let me be clear. Our true goal is to capture Baal, the God of Murder." Brave had clearly prepared to replace Raphael long ago. Now, taking over Raphael's duties, he spoke without hesitation. "Mr. Apodel, we've fought many battles before, but we've never retaliated. It's never our intention to fight you."

Emilia's face darkened and she raised her giant sword: "What a coincidence, I just want your head too."

If Baal is to be resurrected, then Apodel will naturally not be able to escape death. This kind of rhetoric is simply laughable.

"No, no, no, I'm not using such low-level sophistry. Please hear me out!" Brave's massive figure assumed a mercenary attitude. "Actually, the solution to this misunderstanding is surprisingly simple. Let me be frank, Mr. Apodale. All we want is the outcome after your death. But we don't really care what state you die in."

"......?" Apodale frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It's simple. We can try a different way of cooperating," Brave said. "Although you are the Son of God, your lifespan isn't infinite. You probably still have a few decades left, but living past two or three hundred is extremely difficult. We only want a contract: when your lifespan draws to a close, Baal will be resurrected. This, in itself, is a thorny matter. So what's the problem with handing Baal over to us?"

"The biggest motivation for our actions this time is that you have too many enemies. Too much could happen in the next few decades, that's all. If we can reach a contract with you, we can put aside all hostilities now."

"Of course, we're willing to pay handsomely for this." Brave spoke quickly and accurately. "Raphael has returned to Hell, so I have the final say on the resources prepared for this mission. I can make this promise: with your agreement, the several large chambers of commerce I command, the countless connections I've prepared for this, the priceless wealth, and even our intelligence network can all be controlled by your chosen successor. Please rest assured that many of our resources are legitimate assets and will not affect your reputation or that of your successor."

However, just as the devil was about to continue his persuasion, Grand Duke Silver Shield suddenly interrupted him: "Of course, you have a second choice."

The Grand Duke of Silver Shield, who had just been trying to persuade with earnestness, suddenly made a gesture.

The matchlock rifles that were originally aimed at Emiya and his group began to swing like trees in the wind.

However, this time their target became Brave.

"...Aha." Braif turned around. "Silver Shield, I've never dealt with you. I've only heard that you're difficult to deal with... But now, I think it would be a shame if you didn't join us."

Silver Shield ignored him and instead focused his gaze on the holy sword in Emya's hand. "My second proposal is to stand completely with Silver Shield. Together, we will drive all forces with any connection to the devil out of Baldur's Gate. Then, amidst this chaos, the last two Sons of Bhaal will vanish from everyone's sight. We will both get what we want."

Just like a hundred years ago.

Emiya's eyes turned cold.

But this time, Silver Shield was no longer simply venting his anger, but ascending.

What do you mean by expelling the devil? There are only three Grand Dukes in Baldur's Gate now. Imoen, son of Bhaal, is leaving. Valakn is deeply involved with the devil.

In the blink of an eye, the only one left in the four-member council was the already powerful Grand Duke of Silver Shield.

By then, Silver Shield will naturally go a step further, and may even take advantage of this commotion to reduce the number of seats in the four-member council to a one-member council.

Emiya said calmly, "The Silver Shield Family has made a lot of money from both possibilities."

The Silver Shield Duke was silent for a moment, his gaze slowly shifting from Casomire to Emilia's face. "If it's for you, then there's a third possibility."

"Actually, there's something I've always been curious about. From what I've heard, the Flaming Fist suddenly received reinforcements from a mysterious force, acquiring a massive amount of full-body plate armor. As a result, the Overwatch team completely lost the bet. Overnight, they went from taking advantage of the situation to being swallowed up by the Flaming Fist."

"Who on earth was able to instantly mobilize nearly a thousand sets of brand-new full-body plate armor, bankrupt the Overwatch team in one fell swoop, and even have enough spare capacity to refit the Flame Fist?"

"The Silver Shield Family has worked within the Gond Church for decades, yet I've never heard of any other faction possessing this level of manufacturing capability or reserves. Even if they did, they wouldn't use it on the Flame Fist. If I hadn't witnessed the priests of the Supreme Temple of Miracles being so busy, I would have suspected that the Flame Fist had sold itself to Gond, convincing Gutenberg to sacrifice everything for it."

"I could only guess that it was some rising star who had just arrived at Baldur's Gate, but I had no clues to identify him. But today, I think I've found him," Thorin Silvershield said solemnly. "The sword in your hand is clearly Castlemir, but this Holy Avenger was clearly destroyed just a few minutes ago. Swordmaking, armormaking... these two are extremely unpopular fields in the arcane and even divine arts. And why did two geniuses proficient in these unpopular skills come to Baldur's Gate in just these two days?"

Silver Shield shook his head: "I am more inclined to believe that this is from the same person."

"That person, Mr. Emia, is you. You used unprecedented strength to drag the already-dead Flaming Fist down from the gallows. It was you who, when the outcome should have been decided, suddenly appeared and pushed the devil into a desperate situation—am I right?"

Braif's pupils shrank, his scaly face twisted in shock. The Archdemon took several steps back, carefully examining Emiya's features. "...So, it's you. I was wondering how a young mage like you could survive the sea of ​​fire without using a force field wall."

Emilia didn't answer, but asked directly: "I'm waiting for your third possibility."

"How rude... Never mind. Your talent qualifies you for this." Grand Duke Silver Shield's expression changed slightly, but he still shook his head. "My daughter is only twenty years old this year, and she doesn't have a lover yet."

"...Huh?" Emiya was stunned.

Grand Duke Silver Shield's face was now serious. "If you are willing to marry into Silver Shield, then you will have a say in how Grand Dukes Apodel and Violet are treated. If your talent is as great as I expected, or even greater, then you can rise through the ranks of the Gond Church, becoming a Grand Master in middle age is not impossible. As long as you can gain the trust of our Lord, then whether or not to protect the Son of Bhaal is entirely your decision. Your teammates are free to stay or go, and if you'd like to join Silver Shield, I'd be more than happy to welcome you."

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