Equipment Printing School Mage
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The red-robed sage turned around and looked at Yin carefully, finally shaking his head firmly. "First of all, I must say, Miss Yin, you are definitely the Chosen One of Mystra. The vigorous Silver Fire within you cannot be faked."
The Chosen of Mystra is a figure who can shake the world with a single stomp of their foot in Faerun, but Yin simply turned his head away indifferently: "Chosen of Mystra? Never heard of it."
"Ha." Elminster shook his head and whispered in Emya's ear, "Then there's your second crazy guess—unfortunately, she won't be a goddess of magic either. I'm very familiar with both Mystra and Midnight. They both have completely different personalities, and their appearances are even more different. Mystra was born a shepherdess and didn't even learn the arcane before becoming a god. Midnight, on the other hand, was born a mage adventurer and behaves in a very secular way."
At this point, Elminster hesitated and stroked his beard. "Based on my knowledge, if I were to make an irresponsible guess, she's most likely the illegitimate daughter of Mystra, the second-generation goddess of magic. She fell in love with a young, strong man in a wilderness somewhere underdeveloped in the mortal world, and gave birth to a child. Born there, she was greatly respected for her extraordinary powers—her uninhibited personality and her obsession with magic were cultivated in this way. Of course, this guess is completely unfounded."
At this point, Elminster couldn't help but shake his head. "Now the devil seems to be trying to find the Silver Flame... What a terrible time to be reborn."
"...But the way she appeared was too strange!" Emilia couldn't help but ask.
Would a Chosen of Mystra, who was supposed to be human after all, be born from a sword like Silver?
"I know this, so I found the person who is most likely to solve this problem. Mr. Emiya, how long have you been away from the Mage Tower?"
Emiya was stunned for a moment, estimating the passage of time, then she gasped, "...It's been a month. The teacher wants to see me! I completely forgot about the deadline!"
One month, three months, half a year, one year, five years, ten years...
His teacher wanted to find his hometown for him, but they couldn't miss each other during the journey.
And this time interval is the time set by his teacher for their reunion.
The sheer length of time was staggering. It had nearly doubled. But considering that many mages and their apprentices had no further contact after graduation, Emiya was at a loss for words.
"That's right, she's just outside the door." Elminster smiled and pointed to the door.
Epilogue 2 I don't know
Emiya walked out the door and came to the corridor outside. His teacher, Asmo, who had given up his name, was standing there calmly - his dress was almost the same as in the Mage Tower.
The long sword-like staff at her waist was a testament to Emilia's magical skills. And the bow was her own treasure - although Emilia couldn't see what was special about it, perhaps it was disguised.
"teacher."
A month was clearly too short for her. At least Emiya couldn't see any changes in her. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
However, for the Abandoned, the situation is completely different.
The first thing she saw was the magic weapon still in Emiya's hand - the thickness of the weapon was almost reduced to zero, which could probably be called a monomolecular sword in the science fiction world.
"Dimensional Blade? A six-ring spell..." She couldn't help but press her brow in distress. "In one month, you've advanced two rings. In comparison, aren't my teachings quite up to par?"
As soon as she said that, the Forsaken One regretted it. She could not help but slightly wrinkle her smooth face, anticipating the ridicule she would receive.
Emilia said, "You're being a little too hard on yourself. Now I understand how rare it is to have a great wizard so attentive and attentive to you... to say it's rare is an understatement. Perhaps even unprecedented?"
Such sincere words of gratitude, however, did not have the desired effect. Far from showing a look of relief like a normal elder, the Abandoned One's face instead showed... relief?
"If it were a few years ago, you would probably have said, 'Thank you for leading me into the Arcane Gate, though I might have made faster progress with a different teacher.'" The Forsaken twisted his hands together uneasily. "It was right to let you go early. Now that we've been apart for a while, I'm even more convinced of that."
"I don't understand the logic behind this..." Emilia selectively ignored his teacher's accusation of his outspokenness. "If you think you have corrected my speaking habits, why are you kicking me out?"
"No, it's not as simple as you think. But in any case, it is absolutely necessary for you to leave the Mage Tower. You should have your own character instead of being constantly influenced." Having said this, the Forsaken shook his head and then turned to the main topic, "Mr. Emia of Lunya, regarding the matter of finding your hometown, after embarking on the journey, I have to regretfully inform you that the difficulties I previously predicted were correct.
Unless I'm blessed with absolute luck, it will undoubtedly take me tens of thousands of years to find your hometown."
In other words, it's completely hopeless.
Even if the sorcerer has the means to prolong his life, ten thousand or even tens of thousands of years is an exaggerated number.
Thinking of this, Emiya couldn't help but sigh: "So, teacher, if it really becomes this difficult, just give up this plan."
Of course, he wanted to return to Earth, but that didn't mean he was willing to let his teacher spend tens of thousands of years on this. This terrifying figure turned a compensation that was originally taken for granted into a severely excessive punishment.
"Of course this plan is crazy, no one would deny that." The Forsaken nodded seriously, but then replied without hesitation, "So, as long as I express my reluctance and embarrassment, you might withdraw your request—but we haven't reached that point yet."
"Sigh..." Emilia initially tried to demonstrate her resolve. "This agreement we made can be considered a bet. As for how to repair the Confessor... I'm completely lost and have no idea. I'm afraid the timeline is practically endless."
He had successfully added runes to the sword before, but that was not so much a repair as it was treating the Confessor as scrap metal and fiddling with it.
Repairing an artifact is not much easier than destroying one - perhaps a more realistic approach is to simply melt the Confessor down and have Emilia make a new one to fool people.
No. Emiya finally recovered from the shock of reuniting with her teacher.
At this moment, there should be a most crucial topic regarding the confessor!
"...Teacher, there's something that might be sensitive, so I'll ask you directly."
The Abandoned One blinked in astonishment. "Sensitive? I don't have many secrets, let alone sensitive topics."
"Okay then." Emilia gritted her teeth. "Who lives in the Confessor?"
Now everyone in the team has their own secrets, but Silver's existence itself is a huge secret.
He really couldn't turn a blind eye.
"……what?"
However, after hearing these words, the Forsaken's reaction was completely beyond Emiya's expectations.
She wasn't surprised, nor did she feel guilty, but rather completely bewildered, as if she didn't understand what he was saying at all.
Even though the two of them were communicating in the celestial language, which was known for its clear meaning.
The Forsaken opened his mouth and even repeated it in his mouth, but still failed to understand Emilia's intention: "...? What, there's a person living in the sword? The Confessor is just a sword. If there is suddenly something more..."
She hesitated for a moment, then replied, "When the Confessor was intact, it was an intelligent magical weapon. So if you successfully repaired it to a certain stage, perhaps you could revive the intelligence that had long been dormant. Could it be that you accidentally managed to awaken the intelligence within? Unfortunately, even though it speaks to you, it cannot be considered a fully alive thing..."
"No." Emilia lowered her voice and whispered, "I don't know what happened. But anyway, during one attempt, I inserted the Confessor into a magic network node. Then, the silver fire in the sword disappeared, and a girl appeared from it. She has completely lost her memory, but has many wonderful powers. She is now a backbone of my team. But I really can't ignore her identity."
"...?"
The Forsaken's expression was usually calm and indifferent. But after hearing Emiya's words, a look of confusion crossed her face, not immediately understanding what she was saying. Then, she blinked, her pupils shrinking slightly. "She's behind this door. What does she look like?"
"Hmm." Emiya's exceptional intelligence, honed during his mage career, came into play in an inappropriate situation. His first thought was the graceful curves of Silver's first appearance. He took a deep breath, composing his thoughts. "...How should I put it? Her appearance is...perfect, both lovely and beautiful. I think there's no flaw. She's about 1.5 meters tall. You could say she's a young girl, or perhaps an adult. Oh, and she has a very distinctive silver hair. Sometimes it shimmers like a rainbow in the sunlight...very rare."
"So, her code name within the team is Silver for now. She doesn't want others to give her a name. In addition, she has an indescribable, unimaginable keenness regarding time and magic."
"Beauty, girl, silver hair, magic, time..." The Forsaken repeated these characteristics casually, but his voice became lower and lower, and he did not answer immediately.
Finally, the Forsaken suddenly froze and did not respond no matter how Emilia called out.
Suddenly, as if coming to her senses, she replied with a smile, "She sounds like a woman who can completely charm people."
"I don't think so. She usually does what she wants. If you look away even for a moment, she might do anything for magic." Recalling every detail of being tortured by Yin, Emilia couldn't help but say unhappily, "Her charm is too fragile in the face of her style of doing things."
"..." The Forsaken clenched his fists tightly, then suddenly revealed his usual gentle smile. "Instead of saying so much, why not see her in person?"
As she spoke, she strode around the corridor and entered the door, taking in everyone present.
While the Forsaken had managed to attract most of the attention, Silver was the only exception. She was now carefully examining the scar left by the Dimensional Blade. To her, the lingering effects of magic were far more interesting than a teammate's teacher.
The Forsaken glanced at Silver's profile, then turned to Elminster: "Are you also pinning your hopes of recognizing this Miss Silver on me?"
Elminster blew out a smoke ring and replied in an unusually blunt tone, "Or rather, I'm at my wit's end."
The Forsaken glanced at Yin and replied decisively, "Unfortunately, I can only give you a boring answer. I don't know her. I don't know who she is."
This obviously greatly surprised Elminster: "...Are you serious?"
"I'm serious. I don't know her." The Forsaken repeated himself, then turned to Emiya and said, "Emmiya, there's something I need your permission for—you were personally present at the recent events at Baldur's Gate. The power of the devil has indeed expanded to a rather alarming level. I think we can no longer sit idly by. However, for this reason, the search for your hometown must be interrupted."
Emiya said, "Since the journey will be so long, it won't make any difference if you are distracted for years or even decades. Just do what you want."
"Well then." The Forsaken suddenly became serious and asked Elminster again, "Before I join, there is a question I must ask, and also a piece of bad news I must share with you all."
"First, the question," the Forsaken spoke slowly, "Why hasn't the Magic Goddess been resurrected yet? This matter is obviously confidential, but I believe I have the right to know. The first generation Magic Goddess, Mystrel, handed over her priesthood to Mystra almost at the same moment of her death, ensuring the stability of the Magic Network. The current Magic Goddess has been gone for nearly a hundred years, so why hasn't she been resurrected yet?!"
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Apparently, this topic was too sharp for Elminster, so much so that the calm old sage suddenly choked on his own cigarette and started coughing violently.
He took a deep breath before speaking bitterly, "...Perhaps it's because the kingdom of this generation's Magic Goddess was severely damaged. Another powerful god used extremely risky and mad tactics, determined to perish together, and combined with the conspiracy of other hostile gods, the kingdom was almost collapsed. This may have had an extremely negative impact on her resurrection."
The Forsaken persisted, staring intently at Elminster, not daring to shift his gaze even a fraction. "So, what's the progress?"
"..." Elminster pondered for a moment, then said firmly, "At the earliest, within a few years. At the latest, a dozen years, no longer."
"I hope so."
At this moment, Emiya quietly slipped to Yin's side, patted her arm, pointed at her teacher and asked, "Yin, look at her, do you have any impression of her?"
"Hmm?" For Emiya's sake, Yin reluctantly put the broken target on the ground and turned around.
Then, as soon as the figure of the Forsaken came into view, she was so frightened that she almost jumped into Emiya's arms: "No, who is she?! Just seeing her makes me feel uncomfortable all over!"
"No, no, no, that's too much. What's wrong with her appearance?"
Emiya's teacher is also a gorgeous woman with mature charm. She can't be said to be disgusting at all.
"That's not what I meant!" Yin frowned. "I just don't like guys who look so rigid! I feel uncomfortable when I think about someone watching my every move all the time, ready to rush up and give me orders at any time! People like Mars are the limit of what I can accept!"
Silver didn't even bother to lower her voice, allowing the Forsaken to hear her immediately. Miss Forsaken's eyebrows shot up, nearly snapping back, but she held back. Filled with rage, she glared at Elminster, "And now, here's my bad news. As you can probably tell, I'm not human. My lifespan is much longer than an average person's. But my relationships have indeed been completely severed. However, I do know someone with whom I have a very bad relationship, and over the years, perhaps it has festered into hatred. I'm not sure if he's survived all this time, so please allow me to inquire about my enemy's situation."
Elminster sighed and filled his pipe with tobacco. "Go ahead. Who is your enemy? I imagine he's probably already turned to dust."
"That would be best," said the Forsaken.
"This old acquaintance of mine, with whom I have a very bad relationship, is called Larloch, a great arcanist of Netheril. May I ask how he is doing now?"
With a "clang", the pipe in Elminster's hand fell to the ground, and the tobacco that had just hit the ground immediately scattered all over the ground.
He sighed deeply. "Well, similarly, Mr. Emiya, Ms. Forsaken, I have bad news for you now."
"Larlok is not only alive, but also doing well. This archmage, already thousands of years old, has long since transformed into a lich, and commands a vast army of powerful undead. Crushing Baldur's Gate is as easy for him as crushing an ant."
"Even worse news—Mr. Larloch's base is in the Warlock's Tomb, located at the foot of the Troll Mountain. It's an extremely desolate place, and apart from trolls and caravans, no one comes here. And the city closest to this Warlock's Tomb..."
Elminster sighed again. "Four hundred kilometers due south of it is Baldur's Gate."
"Although it's unfair to say this to you... Baldur's Gate may no longer be a suitable city for you to live in for a long time."
Epilogue: Bleeding of the Three Harpers, Next Stop
"Then I understand what's going on here," Elminster Omar said. "It's been ages since I last spent so much time in a foreign land like this. It's truly heartening to see generations of young people blossoming like bamboo overnight."
It was already autumn. Baldur's Gate was ravaged by the Late Summer War. While the devastation wrought by the war itself barely affected the common people of Baldur, the power vacuum left by the two great houses had created an invisible storm within the darkness of Baldur's Gate.
The Flaming Fist itself was also in a state of turmoil—the selection of a new Marshal wasn't something that Karkoros could decide on his own. Even with Grand Duke Apodel's current power and prestige, he would inevitably have to contend with the other Burning Flames if he wanted to complete his final steps within the Flaming Fist.
——In this situation, Elminster, who wanted to quit and run away, was immediately stopped by Grand Duke Violet, who was already busy as a bee.
Without hesitation, she unleashed the Dimension Anchor, pinning the Archmage to the spot. "Before you leave, there's a problem you haven't helped solve!"
"This attitude is a bit too domineering to ask for help." Elminster sighed, ""
"Because this problem is caused by you," Imoen shouted angrily. "You want to pull that outcast lady from the outside world into your camp, right?"
Elminster replied, "Not entirely. It seemed inevitable to me that Emya would be drawn into the same strife when she arrived in Faerûn. However, even I could not have anticipated the swiftness of the demon's actions... Friendly Arm, Sharpfang Forest, Baldur's Gate..."
At this point, even Elminster couldn't help but feel a little nervous: "If it weren't for the outstanding young people of today, perhaps everything would be too late."
"This is what's giving me a headache right now!" Imoen shouted, wanting to go up and pull his beard. "Emmya was originally living peacefully in Baldur's Gate, even for a few months, and many things could be discussed! Now the Forsaken says she has a grudge against Larloch, so she won't let Emilya stay in Baldur's Gate for long. Do you know how serious this is?!"
"How serious is it?"
Imoen took a few steps forward. There was still a huge gap between her height and Elminster's, so all she could do was grab the old wizard by the beard. "Reward! How should I pay Emya for saving my husband and me, and for saving Baldur's Gate from the demonic invasion?!"
"Uh..." Elminster hesitated, "Is that a question?"
"It's not a problem for ordinary adventurers, but it is a problem for Team Emia!" Imoen almost screamed. "That guy Emia can make hundreds of full-body plate armor in a day! And they're the most refined ones! If you can tell him the body data you need in advance, he can even tailor-make each suit! Do you know what this means? It means that as long as he has customers, he'll make money faster than a mint!"
"A few tens of thousands of gold coins would normally be enough as a normal reward, but for a humanoid coin-minting machine like Emya, that figure is bullying!" Imoen shouted. "Don't even think about walking away like that. I have no obligation to expand the Harpers' influence in Baldur's Gate!"
The Harpers weren't a tightly knit organization. Furthermore, an accomplished veteran like Imoen wasn't someone her colleagues could command. If she wasn't willing, the Harpers could only coax her into submission.
"--Actually, at a time like this, we can solve the problem in a less utilitarian way." Elminster finally managed to rescue his beard from Imoen's hands and sighed, "Actually, Team Emia isn't just an ordinary group of adventurers for you and your wife. The relationships within their group are quite unique, and Emia seems to suit your tastes. You don't have any children, so you can definitely treat him as a family member--"
Between family members, everything doesn't necessarily need to be quantified by money. Helping one another, regardless of the cost, is commonplace. In the future, if Emiya needs them, they'll be there, too, regardless of the cost.
"Thank you for being able to speak out!"
A hundred years ago, Imoen was just a young girl. But now, also over a hundred years old, Grand Duchess Violet, now in her twilight years, no longer cares about the thousand-year age gap between her and Elminster: "Weren't you the one who forcibly dragged the Forsaken Miss from her journey? Her own teacher was there, spending five years alone with Emya. Now the Forsaken says Emya is in danger in Baldur's Gate and must be expelled! Then when will he return next time—"
Imoen was shaking with anger. "We could have rewarded him by protecting him, but now we have to give him something in kind! I've already given him the outfit he needs to go to Silvershield Mansion: the Archmage's robes, the Sage's Staff, and a dozen pieces of Ioun Stone. Even though I pride myself on having a large fortune, this is still a huge expense."
"Besides, Emya is a full-fledged Harper. He saved a high-ranking Harper and an entire branch. He was also the one who captured those shapeshifters. Now it seems like these shapeshifters are all doing well in the Harpers, right?" Imoen clapped his hands. "--As the leader of the Harpers, it seems you should express your gratitude, right?"
"Hmm..." Elminster hesitated for a moment.
This is indeed a very realistic problem.
Team Emia has now reached a point where there is nothing left to reward.
However, Elminster quickly realized what was happening and snorted unhappily, "I see. You're targeting the Harpers' spells."
"Of course," Imoen said dissatisfiedly. "I can only earn a few of those spells through my merits, and for some, I'm not even qualified yet. I must remind you—Emmya is just an ordinary member who has just joined the Harpers a few days ago. If someone like him joins the enemy in anger, the destructive power will be multiplied several times. You don't want to encounter a goblin wearing the highest quality plate armor when you go out, do you?"
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