Equipment Printing School Mage

The past of a thousand years is chasing after me again, and the lonely weight faces the flames.

The balance has tipped.

On the left is the glittering dust, on the right is the brilliant sun.

A century-long plan ultimately failed, and the lonely stage welcomed the protagonist.

"

Emiya was stunned for a moment, and then she felt her blood rushing up.

Yin doesn't usually try to be mysterious when he speaks, but he does say strange and meaningless things every once in a while.

The most annoying thing is that, so far, she has been right every time.

From the Forest of Teeth to Baldur's Gate, she spoke, and everything came true.

——The problem is, before everything happened, Emiya had no idea what she was talking about!

Emiya took a deep breath and placed her hands on Yin's shoulders.

She tilted her head: "?"

Emiya put her mouth close to her ear and shouted, "Next time before you make a prediction or prophecy, could you please give me a heads-up? Don't talk about such important things so casually!"

"My ears!"

Yin jumped back a few steps in shock, hopping like a rabbit, rubbing his ears. "It wouldn't be the first time you've complained that my words were useless. [The prophecy was accurate, but what good is it if you only find out what it said after everything has been resolved?] You said this yourself after the late Xia Chaos.

"Then of course I'll say what I want to say."

Emilia said with empty eyes: "Your life is really free. You study magic if you want to, and spread mysterious prophecies everywhere. I want to learn your time spells but I can't. But when you use them yourself, there are no restrictions."

"...?"

At this moment, Yin's face showed confusion: "...You can't learn my magic? Did I ever say that?"

"Ah?!" This time Emilia was really scared, and he looked around almost subconsciously.

It was a quiet autumn night. Apart from the sound of metal rubbing against metal, everything was silent. Even the birds and insects had stayed away from the camp.

"—You mean, those spells related to time can be taught?!" Emilia lowered her voice. "You gave me a long and serious warning against disregarding time back then."

"...?" Yin blinked. "Is that what you meant? What I meant was, don't try to do anything to change the past. Simple time-slowing spells like Time Wall are fine to use and learn."

"Can you teach me?"

"Yes," Yin said flatly, "I've learned modern mage writing. I didn't know how to teach before, but now I know how."

"—You can really teach it!" Emiya was genuinely shocked this time. He said at a loss, "Isn't this something that only certain people, or even only you, can learn?"

"That's outrageous." Yin's face was filled with disbelief. "Isn't the purpose of the Magic Web to allow more lives to touch magic?"

"...Okay." Emilia took out her spellbook, "Then... I want to learn your time spell. Can we start now?"

"It should still be in time to teach some basics tonight. But there's just one thing I want to emphasize." Yin said with a serious look on his face.

"In exchange, you must also write down your unique skill, that special and ingenious craft, in a version that everyone can understand."

"I don't mind, but it's difficult!" Emilia said unhappily. "I don't even have any ideas at the moment. There's no hope for a few years. I think even if I write it, it will eventually have hidden requirements like the two-part weapon."

Silver imitated Sig's cheerful demeanor and patted Emiya on the back, "I believe you, it's just a matter of time! I'll keep an eye on you!"

...This guy is only particularly reasonable when talking about magic!

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"—You two actually remembered to come back."

By the time the two of them returned to the newly built barracks, it was already several hours later. As Yin had said, there was still enough time to teach them a few basic spells.

However, Sig was already yawning with his hands covering his mouth. "I've already woken up—I thought you two were going to lie down together in some woods again, and I had to go out and look for you."

Where does this word "又" come from?

Seeing Sig yawning, Emiya felt her mouth about to open wide. "Sig, I'll leave the night watch to you."

"No problem." Sig jumped off the bed and helped Yin onto it, saying, "I'm afraid to sleep with all these people outside."

As usual, after Emilia finished washing up, she fell asleep almost the moment she touched the bed.

However, when his consciousness vaguely emerged, what was in front of him was no longer the wooden barracks of the Tyr Church.

Flames were rising, sparks were flying, the metal roar of hammers and anvils colliding with each other was endless, and the sound of dense footsteps was endless.

In front of the furnace stood a strong giant with red hair and a short beard. He was dressed in blacksmith's clothes and wielded a huge hammer, beating the metal ingot on the anvil into shape.

Amidst the hissing sound of cooling, Emilia walked in a daze to the front of the blacksmith shop with incredibly astonishing proportions.

He knew this giant - the statue of Gond, the god of craftsmen, and his incarnation, which looked like this.

As if just realizing his arrival, Gunde raised his head slightly: "Young man, do you know me?"

Still in a daze, Emilia subconsciously replied, "...Of course I know you. You are the God of Craftsmen."

"Very good," Gund said, as if meeting Emilia for the first time. "I have heard of your talents. That is why I invited you to my kingdom in my dream."

Dream?

Emiya was stunned for a moment, and finally came to her senses.

Indeed, just a few minutes ago, he was still sleeping soundly.

In this extremely huge blacksmith shop, countless humans are running back and forth, transporting materials to every corner according to Gunde's requirements.

"......?" Emilia took a moment to react before saying, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's simple. I've heard of you, but I haven't seen you in person." The giant, who called himself Gond, dipped his greatsword into the oil and said amidst the sizzling sound, "Would you be willing to let me see for myself?"

Emiya paused for a moment before saying, "I don't think that's necessary?"

Gunde was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Don't underestimate yourself. Even though your skills are far inferior to mine, I don't mind giving you some guidance. This is the reward you deserve as a rare mage craftsman."

Emiya did not answer immediately, but silently observed the human helpers who were walking hurriedly in various corners of the blacksmith shop.

——It’s strange, their posture is a bit hunched, and they lean forward more obviously than the average human.

It was as if they were used to this posture, as if they normally had broad wings and tails to help them maintain their center of gravity.

Emiya raised her eyebrows and took a deep breath: "I have a few questions."

"What do you want me to do? And what materials should I use? Do you have any blueprints?"

"Besides, I think it's better for me to walk the path of a craftsman myself," Emiya said calmly. "I'm more interested in material things or knowledge. I want to ask, do you know the whole story of the devil's actions in Eltoril?"

"..." Gunde obviously didn't expect this answer. He asked in surprise, "Why do you ask this question? There is no church of mine in Eltoril."

Emiya replied, "I simply believe that gods possess vision far beyond that of mortals. A mere few hundred kilometers shouldn't have much of an impact on a true god, right?"

He took a step forward, insisting: "You don't want to say that you don't know?"

"..." Gunde was silent for a moment, then laughed out loud, "--Of course I know!"

Thirty-two Devil's Gifts

After a few hearty laughs, Gunde lowered his head and looked down at Eimia: "However, the knowledge of God is a precious treasure. You must prove your ability before me."

"This is a dream," Emilia replied.

"Yes. This is a dream. But you are awake now. It is easy to tell what you can truly control and what is just your dream talk." Gunde said, "At least, I can tell the difference."

"So, how about a competition to craft devil's equipment?" Emiya took another step forward. "I've hardly ever seen devil's equipment. I believe crafting equipment I've never seen before is a great challenge."

"..." Gunde nodded, then shook his head. "Your obsession with the devil is much deeper than I thought. This is not a good sign. The devil is very good at turning those young people who pursue them into future devils."

"Does this mean you refuse?" Emilia's expression didn't change much. "Or maybe you could teach me the art of making firearms now? Let's compete in musket accuracy?"

"...!" Gunde's face twitched, and he coughed lightly. "Firearms themselves aren't difficult. The real difficulty lies in the process of manufacturing gunpowder. Without the Gunde Church... and my secret technique, the gunpowder's combustion rate would be fatally slowed, resulting in a complete lack of its intended power. And of course, I can't tell you this secret technique."

"What can you say tonight?" Emilia sighed. "I'm surrounded by enemies right now, and I'd rather sleep peacefully. You should at least tell me some knowledge about the devil."

At this moment, Gunde's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you aware that you are being coveted by others? Then you are more perceptive than I thought."

...?

Emiya had just said that casually. This fake Gunde actually seemed quite tight-lipped. Emiya hadn't expected that he could actually get the truth out of her like that.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued, following Gond's words: "Yes. So I am currently debating what to do next. Should I return to Baldur's Gate?"

"You should return to Baldur's Gate." Unexpectedly, this fake Gund opened up without hesitation. "Your usefulness as a mage is far less than your usefulness as a craftsman."

Emiya raised an eyebrow. "You said you wanted to test me, but you know me so well. I'm not even sure which role I could play more effectively. How did you come to this conclusion?"

"What matters isn't what you can accomplish, but where you can contribute the most. I don't expect you to become famous in Baldur's Gate, and Faerûn doesn't lack a wizard. But Hell is certainly short of craftsmen," Gonder replied earnestly. "If you continue taking risks like this, you may gain temporary fame, but you'll also bring avoidable risks to innocent people."

"...?" Emilia thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You mean, if I were abducted by the devil...?"

"Aha, it seems you are not that stupid yet." 'Gund' nodded heavily.

——That was a truly bizarre night! A demon had come to his dream specifically to warn him about being kidnapped by demons! Even if demons were scheming against each other, they wouldn't be so blatant as to backstab him.

If some great devil had begun planning to capture him, his political enemies wouldn't have gotten the news so quickly...

Although the demons were not united, they were by no means loose. They might be selfish, but they would never harm the interests of the entire Baatezu for the sake of a mortal.

Unless...if Emiya was really captured, this devil would suffer a very direct loss of interests. Moreover, this devil in front of him was quite powerful, so much so that he could not only learn about the movements of Hell, but also appear in Emiya's dreams on his own.

For example, he is a great craftsman with a great reputation in hell.

Will once mentioned that his master Mizora's boss is the Lord of Avernus, the first layer of hell, the Grand Duke of the Devil, and the fallen angel Zariel.

So, the most important craftsman under Zariel is...

Humph.

Emiya lowered her head.

If everything is as he thought, then this devil really wants to persuade him to quit.

If Emilia really backed down, then the devil would naturally be satisfied.

If he doesn't retreat, he can probably get something out of it.

"I don't understand," Emilia replied, having made up her mind. "If I could cause some trouble for the demons, so they couldn't tell me what to do, that would be a good thing."

"Foolish." The fake Gunde snorted coldly. "Those who can swim well will drown. Those who are deceived by the devil are those who think they can deceive the devil."

Emiya shrugged. "You should provide me with some help so that I can have more resistance against the devil. Even if I stay in Baldur's Gate and never go out again, it doesn't mean I can rest easy. If the devil can infiltrate Baldur's Gate once, they can certainly do it a second time."

Emiya clapped her hands: "—Retreat to Baldur's Gate? At least give the devil a hard time."

The fake Gunde did not answer immediately, but lowered his head slightly and pondered.

After a long moment, he raised his hand, and all the servants around him instantly vanished without a trace. In the dream, where the crackling sound still emanated, only the dancing flames remained.

The fake Gond threw a small sphere towards Emmya: "Take it."

"...?" Emilia took it. "What is this?"

It was a metal sphere, covered with dazzling runes.

Aimia was completely unable to identify the function of each rune on it. However, in a dream, it was obviously impossible for him to use the identification technique.

The fake Gond waved his hand and said, "Listen carefully. This is a miniature model of a prison cell. What I gave you is just a defective one."

"prison?"

"Its main effects are threefold: First, it extracts the prisoner's strength in the most brutal way possible. A mortal would probably survive less than an hour in the cage. Then, it radiates this strength in the same brutal way."

"Secondly, the inner layer is enclosed in a constant anti-magic field, blocking all magical flows within it, preventing anyone from entering or leaving, and effectively preventing the prisoners from escaping."

"Third, as a divine artifact blessed by the True God, it is indestructible. The only way to destroy it is by its owner, or by using the owner's weapon to personally smash it."

Emiya frowned. The model in his hand couldn't possibly be a divine artifact. In other words, the fake Gond was hinting at something.

"Can I ask where the real thing is?"

"The question is not what the answer is, but where to find it," said the false Gond. "I can tell you—no one within Eltoril can give it to you."

Just as Emilia was about to follow up on this question, the bright world suddenly darkened.

He is already awake.

He opened his eyes, and before him was Yin's bright face. The faint moonlight shone on her body, making her body curves particularly charming.

However, the stress felt by the body reflects another fatal problem.