Equipment Printing School Mage

She asked almost subconsciously: "No, what does this have to do with me... related to..."

She stopped talking mid-sentence, her eyes fixed on the radiance of the Sun Sword, blinking rapidly a few times. "Are you...sure you got this sword from Elturgard?"

"Yes. What's wrong?" Emya frowned. "If there's anything unusual about this sword, it's probably because it's called the Sun Sword. However, Elturgard reveres the Sun Companion, so this is perfectly normal."

In Elturgard, a country dominated by the Church of Torm, the fastest-expanding power is the sun god Amaunator, which is the result of the artificial elevation of the status of the companion of the sun.

"Hmm..." Lulu was silent for a moment, then raised her front foot. "If you decide to keep this sword in the end, I'll be very happy."

"Ms. Lulu," Emiya frowned. "I hope you understand that supporting this magic sword simply because it's related to Rihui is extremely irresponsible."

"..." Lulu's big ears slapped in front of her face again, "I'm just talking."

Another guy with a secret.

It would be better to say that Lulu, as a celestial creature, neither ran to the material plane to be a hero nor returned to her home in the outer planes. Instead, she lived alone in the uninhabited mountains in obscurity, preferring to keep company with trolls - this was extremely abnormal.

But no matter what, Yin's persuasion failed again.

Just when Emiya thought that everything was over, Sig, who was sitting next to her, rolled his eyes, suddenly moved his butt towards Yin, and whispered something in her ear.

Yin's eyes suddenly lit up.

The two young girls in the team were rarely talking to each other. This beautiful scene made Emiya feel like her heart was about to stop.

However, the communication between the two was obviously not very smooth, and Yin even got silently angry at one point - part of the communication content was obviously hidden in the mind connection.

"Just a reminder!" Emiya shouted, "We have fair communication within the team, but no vote-buying!"

"Oh, don't worry." Sig grinned at Emiya, "I'm just offering some friendly support within the team! You don't want to be driven crazy by Miss Silver every day in the future, do you?"

"I'm worried I won't be able to sleep anymore. What on earth are you two discussing?"

The internal communication between Yin and Sig did not last long. Soon, Sig stood up with a serious face. Then, her face flushed and she ran out of the room without looking back.

——As if he was a thief who had just committed a crime and was afraid of being discovered.

Of course, corresponding to this, an expression that could not be faked also appeared on Yin's face.

Emiya had never seen this expression on Yin before.

Her face was full of determination, as if she was about to sacrifice herself for the world in the next second.

The ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger. Emilia was so frightened that she could hardly sit still.

Yin made up her mind. She rushed to Emiya in one quick step, gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms, clasped her palms together, and grasped Emiya's right hand.

? ! ? !

Yin bit his lip and spoke in a tone that was extremely unfamiliar to everyone present.

It was as if the person present was not a familiar magic enthusiast, but a princess with strict family education who lived deep in the castle.

"Emiya..." She raised her head slightly and said in a voice so soft that it could be mistaken for tenderness, "Can you look into my eyes?"

Emiya almost subconsciously tried to avoid her gaze, "...Why?"

"Isn't eye contact basic etiquette when talking to people?"

No matter how you look at it, it's not good!

Although the touch and temperature coming from the silver palm...

To put it in an exaggerated way, it was so beautiful that it could make Emilia melt on the spot.

Although all the women in the team are outstandingly beautiful - if we don't judge Sig's appearance by the dwarf standards - Yin is undoubtedly the most beautiful one in the team.

Unfortunately, when she's not talking, she's usually daydreaming or looking down on everyone. When she's talking, she only talks about magic.

In other words, she rarely talks about individual "people."

To the extent that, subconsciously, Emilia found it completely impossible to treat this guy as a woman of the same age or even a normal woman - not to mention her specific age.

But now, Emilia just felt numb all over.

He had already guessed what Sig had come up with.

Damn it! She actually asked Yin to use the honey trap!!! Is this the proper way to socialize within the team?

Yin held her hand and paused for a moment, then leaned forward dissatisfiedly and held Emiya's face in his hands: "-We have known each other for such a long time, and you don't even want to look at my face?"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Emilia felt her breathing immediately become rapid.

When Yin Zhen used it, her usually not so conspicuous, but in fact the charm that made Emiya unable to resist at all suddenly broke out completely.

——Perhaps it hasn't fully erupted yet. Otherwise, Emilia would have surrendered in an instant.

The world seemed to become narrow: all he could see was Yin's smooth skin texture, all he could feel was Yin's body temperature, and all he could hear was her breathing.

——She hadn't even done anything yet, and Emiya felt like she couldn't hold on any longer!

Yin was not a weak girl. With a little force, she forced Emiya's head to stand straight.

Her eyes even shimmered with water, like the clear surface of a lake sparkling in the morning sun. Every detail of her face bombarded Emilia's brain, constantly pouring into her mind.

Look directly into her eyes? If he stared at her for another second, Emilia would probably drown in her gaze.

Even the few people nearby couldn't help but hold their breath. Even Metatron's lips trembled, and he covered his face with his hands.

"Emiya—" At this moment, even Yin's voice seemed particularly sweet, "Promise me one thing, please. Just one thing."

"Okay, okay, go ahead and talk. Don't talk like that!" Emilia said repeatedly. "I lose! I really can't hold on any longer!"

"Okay then." Yin was about to say something, but at this moment, the light in her eyes flickered, "—From now on, you'll listen to whatever I say, okay?"

"Bang." Sig seemed to fall to the ground outside the door because of these words.

"Snap." Emiya was silent for a moment, expressionlessly trying to swat Silver's claws away, "Oh, this won't do."

This time Yin was really anxious: "You just agreed!"

"If you had asked for the Sunshine Sword, I might have agreed!" Emiya struggled with Yin, trying to free her face, but sadly discovered that her wrist strength was even inferior. No matter how hard she tried, Yin's hands did not move at all.

He turned the tables in anger, reaching out and pinching Yin's face. "Why did it suddenly become a body indenture? You're so greedy, demanding someone's life for nothing! Xige, what did you say to her?"

"Don't look for me! She doesn't follow the instructions!" Sig shouted from outside the door. "How could I know she would suddenly make such a big request?"

"I'll do my best to help this time!" Yin clearly wanted to push for more. "The crafting method of this Sunlight Sword is something I've never seen before. I absolutely must see the recipe! And after we get it, it's shared by the entire team! You're not losing out!"

"Let go first!"

"I'll let you go if you promise me!"

Before the situation could get any more deadlocked, Fenwe, transformed into a raven, landed on top of Emilia's head with a sigh. "—Actually, I think that although this is a trap, there's a way around it."

"oh?!"

Of course, Emiya was very attracted to the Hikari Sword, but the objective risks forced him to give it up.

Fenwei shook his head. "If you ask me, it's nothing more than the devil setting the problem in advance, and making every answer a trap. In this case, no matter what you do, you will lose. What we should do is to get out of the problem?"

Amyia was stunned for a moment: "So, you have a solution?"

"Yes. Now that we have become the target, the Sunlight Sword will only be the first obvious trap. There will be more and more traps until the planner achieves his goal." Fenwei said, "Therefore, we cannot act at the devil's pace. We must take the initiative and disrupt their plans.

"And today, I had an idea. I've been thinking about it until just now. If you're interested in the Sunlight Sword, this proposal makes a lot of sense."

Afterwards, Fenwei informed everyone present of her general plan through the telepathic connection.

Yin immediately let go of his hand and was the first to express his opinion: "—I like this suggestion!!!"

"...Oh my god. This is too crazy." Sig murmured.

Mars was silent for a long time, then said, "Miss Fenwei, I once again realize that you are indeed a druid."

Fenwei tilted his head slightly: "This shouldn't be a personal attack, right?"

Emiya pondered for a moment and said, "I think this plan is very feasible. So, how about we agree to Craig's proposal and implement this plan at the same time?"

"The order is wrong." Sig walked quickly back to the room. "Let's get the Sunlight Sword first, and take the opportunity to get some more deposit."

"After we get everything," Sig smiled so hard that his eyebrows almost popped out of his face, "we'll propose this plan again. Whoever has the most interesting expression on their face will have the problem!"

Fifty-eight Days to Rain (Part 1)

time flies.

The agreed time for the military meeting soon arrived.

In the hall, nearly all the high-ranking professionals in Elturgard gathered. Even the archdruids from the two nearby forest circles and the hosts of the Rite of Truth were present.

The drizzle had just stopped, and the strong smell of earth penetrated into the mouths and noses of everyone present, making the atmosphere even more heavy.

"...Everyone, I'm sorry to see me in such a dismal state when we meet again." Craig looked haggard, seemingly still recovering from the disastrous defeat the day before. "As we've already informed you, the devil is not only the mastermind behind this burrowing worm infestation, but he's personally responsible.

"Although we had this guess, we greatly underestimated the demons' determination. As a result, the decapitation troops were either constantly harassed by the burrowing insect swarms, slowing their progress, or they had an unimpeded journey but ended up falling into the demons' pockets."

Craig took a deep breath and said, "If it weren't for the blessing of the Sun's Radiance, I probably wouldn't be able to stand here."

Everyone present had already heard about this some time ago. Now, the real highlight came.

What’s next?

Craig covered his mouth and coughed, then turned to the leader of the Church of Chantia and asked, "High Lord Terra, how is the autumn harvest going?"

"It's going pretty smoothly." Terra's complexion wasn't much better, his eyes twitching uncontrollably, but he still answered, "The adventurers and Hell Knights' decision to suppress the burrowing worms a few days ago has been quite effective. We've been working day and night to harvest the crops these past few days, and we've finally finished most of the work in time. The heavy rain destroyed all the crops still in the fields, but it's a relief."

At this point, he also specifically thanked the Church of Lathander: "--I also have to thank the brothers of the Church of Lathander...Amaunator. Otherwise, even after harvesting these crops, there would be no time to dry them."

Despite receiving thanks, the Archbishop of Twin Suns only replied weakly, "This is the only right thing we've done in recent days."

Although no one from the Church of Amaunator died in the decapitation operation, they remained indoors and refused any meetings.

"Oh, right." Having said that, Terra turned to the corner of the conference room, where the Emia team was holding thick notes and reading them with their heads down. There were even dozens of similarly bound notes piled beside them.

They were reading so intently, as if everything going on in the conference room had nothing to do with them and they were just there to make up the numbers.

But Terra still said: "I also want to thank the people from Baldur's Gate for borrowing the farm tools - the products of the Gund Church were also very helpful."

"No problem." Emilia raised her head and answered.

Although these farm tools were actually purchased from the Gunde Church... and Emilia made them herself after donating gold coins and receiving the blueprints, it can be said that she made them under the banner of the Gunde Church.

"Okay, enough pleasantries," Craig clapped his hands. "Now that our worries are out of the way, let's get straight to the point—there's only one problem left to solve today. What do we do next?"

The Supreme Observer obviously had a plan in mind.

A large map had already been placed on the table, depicting the wilderness north of Berdusk.

——However, there are still large areas of marks drawn on the map.

"The only good news we brought is that this demon army doesn't contain any top-tier demons. There aren't any enemies we can't defeat even with our best troops," Craig said. "That's why we're back alive. I dare say that although our first operation suffered a serious setback, it did allow us to understand the demons' true strengths."

"Judging from the forces we encountered during the ambush, they were well-trained, coordinated, and possessed a remarkable command of their lair—but their numbers were limited. Therefore, while they could concentrate their forces to ambush a single unit, they were far from sufficient to overwhelm all of Elturgard. This is why they hadn't acted openly before."

Asur was silent for a moment. He then stood before the group and spoke as the commander of Elturgard's most significant force. "So, in summary, Elturgard has established a plan for the next step, which we call the Training Plan. We believe that the previous large-scale mobilization plan has been very effective, and we will continue and deepen it. We will try to utilize our superior total force strength to stretch the battle line, shrink their maneuvering space, and gradually erode the demons' strength."

The Keepers of the Church of Tyr weren't strictly part of Elturgard's military, having always carefully avoided suspicion and operated solely as part of the church, so information was relatively slow to arrive. Upon hearing about this plan, he asked, "One question—the demons are quite mobile. What if they deliberately try to annihilate those small groups?"

"This is the supporting component of this plan, the purpose of the mobile support team," Asur said. "As the battle line stretches out, the role of Elturgard's high-end combat power is relatively diluted. Therefore, we propose that Elturgard's top combatants be pooled together to form a mobile combat force. If a squad encounters a surprise attack by elite demons, as long as they can hold out for a while, the mobile support team will arrive and strike back.

"That way, we won't have to worry about the devils launching surprise attacks on key locations. For example, we only need to transfer half of the Sun Companion Knights back to Eltoril so they can hold off the incoming enemy at a critical moment and ensure the safety of the capital."

"Furthermore," Craig said at this point, "the true meaning of this plan is to allow everyone to utilize their strengths, rather than operating in groups. In reality, this prevents everyone from leveraging their strengths and compensating for their weaknesses. This habit of operation has caused us so much trouble in the underground."

As he spoke, Craig gave Emiya a deep look. "For example, Mr. Emiya here is quite knowledgeable about creation, so we've hired him to join the logistics team for the training program. He doesn't have to go to the front lines and experience the risks, and can stay safely at the mobile support team's base camp, near the Tyr Church."

Hearing her own name, Emiya raised her head from the Sunlight Sword research and development data in her hand, made a symbolic gesture of acknowledgment, and then lowered her head again.

To put it more simply, this plan attempts to break down Elturgard's original organizational structure and reorganize it to maximize its strength.

Craig took a deep breath and said loudly, "This war will be our most important training before entering Avernus! This is why this plan is called the Training Plan!"

"If we can't decisively defeat even a single detachment of demons, the Battle of Avernus might as well be postponed for another century!"

"The above is the main content of the training plan. Although we have been staying indoors for the past few days, we have devoted our main energy to the plan."

Craig stood up solemnly and slowly scanned everyone's faces. "If you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them."

But in reality, such meetings were never really a place for discussion—all the specific details had already been confirmed privately before the meeting.

So, the Archbishop of the Church of Amaunator was the first to rise and speak: "We have endured the darkest and most hopeless moments of our lives underground. It was only through the dedication of all of us that we were able to escape from the clutches of the devil. Amaunator—we swear on our own blood and tears: the previous tactics of various factions banding together for warmth will absolutely not work in this war."

The so-called solicitation of opinions was merely a formality. The vast majority of the senior professionals present, even Metatron, agreed to join.

However, the accident still happened.