Someone whispered in Emilia's ear: "Don't you feel the touch of the magic web lingering on your body? Don't you feel that the inspiration is still in your body? What are you waiting for?!"

More like the stereotypical devil than the devil.

Miss Silver's personality of being willing to do anything for magic is even less like that of a human.

What's even more tragic is that, perhaps because he was too tired, Mr. Emia of Lunya couldn't resist the temptation, really listened to the slander, and started working for the second time.

Emilia wanted to stand up, but found that his legs were so numb that he could hardly move. He wanted to speak, but found that there was something stuck in his mouth. It was the dry food he had put in his mouth but forgot to swallow. His mouth was so dry that there was almost no water at all. It took him a lot of effort to swallow it.

"Ah!" Almost at the same moment when Emiya confirmed the completion of the work, Miss Yin, who had also been working with him for an unknown period of time, jumped up excitedly.

However, her physical condition was clearly not much better. She had just enough strength left to lift herself up, but not enough to land. As a result, she landed in an awkward position, landing directly into Emilia's arms.

Now exhausted to the point of being on her last breath, Emiya had no strength to catch her, and as a result, they both fell to the ground.

"...Emiya, my feet hurt." Miss Yin muttered.

"I'm afraid I twisted it," Emiya said breathlessly. "If there's a next time and you suddenly want to drag me into a project again, I'll definitely think twice before doing it. At least before challenging something as difficult as the Dancing Sky Rune, I'll definitely rest thoroughly before starting again."

"You're so annoying." Yin replied, "It's okay if you succeed."

Her meaning was clear: I'll dare you again next time.

Yes, it worked.

Emiya raised the hilt of the sword in her hand with great effort.

The first Moonlight Sword remained as it was as an example, and then Emilia made the second Moonlight Sword.

Finally, Yin encouraged him to challenge the most difficult and powerful rune he knew so far.

Dancing Sky Rune.

In Baldur's Gate, the Dancing Sword given by Gondor was actually just the shell of the god's incarnation's weapon.

As long as Gund wishes, the Dancing Sky Sword will immediately transform into an indestructible Thunder Hammer. However, although it is only the shell, the Dancing Sky Runes on it are real.

At least, the Dancing Sky Rune that Emiya learned has been successfully engraved on the hilt of the second Moonlight Sword.

...Perhaps a more crude way of naming it should be called Dancing Sky Moonlight Sword?

Yin held up Emiya's face with some difficulty, observed it carefully for a while, and said, "Your eyes are full of blood vessels now. You need to rest."

"You didn't even look at the result of the creation first?"

"Magic items are much stronger than you. They won't lose their effectiveness even when you die of old age." Yin said confidently, "Right now, a goose that lays golden eggs is more important than the golden eggs."

"Thank you so much."

The others were naturally taking turns guarding the two lunatics. Glancing to the side, they could see Sig and Elastrid sleeping in the corner of the room. Outside the window and in front of the door were the figures of Metatron and Mars, respectively.

Metatron's senses were clearly much sharper than Mars's. Her ears twitched slightly at the slightest noise from Emiya and Yin. By the time they fell, she had already entered the house.

Her slender figure leaned forward slightly: "Success?"

"It worked," Emiya replied.

Metatron exhaled quietly, "I've rarely been frightened in my life. But right now, I think the scariest thing I've ever seen is seeing you two standing together."

"That's too much..." Emiya complained. Silver still didn't intend to give Metatron a good look, and turned his face away angrily.

Metatron shrugged. "Well, let's have the Hero's Feast to regain some strength. Luckily, the two ladies over there just went to bed."

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"I'm wondering, which is more extravagant: using a wish to simulate a hero's feast or directly using divine magic to perform it?" Mars said as he forked a piece of beef sprinkled with fine salt and pepper, observing the texture of the beef. "To be honest, the wish is obviously more precious. But after all, magic power can be restored, but wealth cannot."

Yin, who had been feeling weak just now, took a few bites of the meal and regained his energy. When the topic was brought up, she immediately replied, "It's actually very simple—it's not just the wish spell that's valuable, but also the mage who casts it. It was this mage who confused the value of the wish spell."

At this point, she excitedly raised the hilt of the Moonlight Sword. "—Take this Moonlight Sword, for example! To the outside world, it's at least a rare treasure. Perhaps the Church of Selune will ask you to help craft it someday."

She applied slight pressure on the side of the Moonlight Sword's hilt.

——Buzz.

Before the humming sound of magic reached his ears, a beam of clear moonlight suddenly gushed out from the hilt of the sword.

The meter-long beam of light streaked across the dining table, landing in front of Metatron. A roast chicken in front of her was instantly pierced by the Moonlight Sword. The two plump chicken legs instantly transformed into tiny crystals of light, falling silently onto the plate.

This experimental method is somewhat personal.

Metatron narrowed his eyes and said, "Please don't play with such dangerous things at the dinner table."

"Oh," Yin agreed perfunctorily, then continued, "In theory, this is the Moonlight Sword's normal power. Unfortunately, due to a flaw in the Sunlight Sword's design, this normal power can only be maintained for ten hours in order to protect the Moonfire. If you wield this sword continuously for ten hours, the Moonlight Sword will be forced to enter dormancy, awaiting the next moonrise."

"Ten hours is more than enough time," Alestria muttered, silently swallowing the broccoli in her mouth. "Eight hours of continuous swordplay? I think I'd collapse sooner than this Moonlight Sword."

However, Sigg keenly grasped a key word: "...What is conventional power?"

"Good question! Regular power is to distinguish it from overload power! Emiya and I both know that no one can fight for ten hours straight. The reason we designed a ten-hour regular working time is to extend the working time of overload power!"

Bards were indeed qualified supporting actors. With just one sentence from Sig, Yin Xin was overjoyed and continued to talk non-stop, "If we encounter a strong enemy, the output of normal power may not be enough, so I strongly suggest..."

Emiya suddenly said, "It's just coaxing and nagging."

"That's irrelevant!" Yin ignored the conversation and continued, "The biggest difference from the Sunlight Sword is that we've successfully designed an overload mode. This mode can only fire ten rounds in a row before completely draining the Moonfire's power, but it's still plenty powerful!"

"...Wait, wait a minute. Is there something wrong with this quantifier and verb?" The Moonlight Sword's intended user suddenly felt a slight sweat break out on his forehead. "...What do you mean by...shoot ten times?"

Before Yin could say anything, Emiya had already snatched the Moonlight Sword away with her swift eyes and hands.

He was really worried that this guy Yin would open fire directly at his teacher.

"It's very simple." Emilia stood up, stretched out her arms, and pointed the Moonlight Sword at the roof.

The shining blade retracted into the hilt.

Then, Emilia silently pushed the switch on the side of the hilt all the way to the top and pressed it hard.

"--boom!!!!!"

A pure white ray like a blazing flame gushed out from the hilt of the sword, stirring up a silent storm. This ray instantly destroyed the roof, blasting a huge hole in their house, just enough for the bright moon to dine with them.

"...Ah." Mars was silent for a moment. "I don't think there's anything wrong with this function. But, you call this thing a sword? Isn't this a bit too offensive to the definition of science?"

It is common for weapons to store magic within themselves, allowing the user to unleash it.

But no matter how you look at it, this kind of magical bombardment from the inside of the cylinder seems to be the basic use of the Moonlight Sword! This is completely different from storing magic in the weapon!

Judging from the final result, this Moonlight Sword is more like rays forcibly bound into a beam of light than a sword!

Even though he had already successfully harvested the chins of several people, Yin was still not satisfied: "This is just the result of early research. It's no different from the Sunlight Sword. I don't like it anymore!"

She raised the Dancing Moonlight Sword with immense excitement: "—This is our most important achievement! Next!"

Mars had no choice but to put down his cutlery again and reached out to take the sword: "...So, what is the result?"

Emiya sighed: "Do you remember the Dimensional Blade we just tried before we set out?"

That weapon, so thin it barely had any thickness, possessed unparalleled sharpness yet was incredibly light. When wielding the Dimensional Blade, the swordsman wasn't so much swinging the sword as simply trying to stick it to the enemy, relying on the Dimensional Blade's sharpness to resolve any problems.

Emiya explained, "The ordinary Dancing Sky Sword is already very powerful. It possesses the strength and martial arts of its original owner, but no longer needs a protective swordsman. However, it still has a big problem - it copies the original owner's martial arts, but these martial arts are not actually prepared for the Dancing Sky Sword and are not very suitable."

"But the Moonlight Sword and the Dimensional Blade are actually similar—the source of its lethality comes from the moonfire itself, and has no direct relationship with the user's strength. Therefore, its Dancing Sky form is slightly different from the ordinary Dancing Sky Sword."

After Mars waved it a few times tentatively, he began to try to summon the Dancing Sky Sword.

In the absence of an enemy, this Dancing Sky Sword was of course extremely silent. The hilt of the Dancing Sky Moonlight Sword left Mars's hand and floated quietly in the air, without any movement.

This kind of demonstration, of course, requires a target.

Mars sighed: "It seems that we can only verify it when we fight the devil."

Elastrid was the only one on the team who could even come close to fighting Mars in hand-to-hand combat. But in terms of sheer martial prowess, Elastrid was still far behind. Her only hope of victory lay in her various divine arts.

At this moment, an unexpected person stood up.

Metatron said silently, "Then let me try this sword. I'm stronger than you, so a simple sparring session won't be a problem."

Sixty-four Sword Tests

"...?"

These words caused the room to fall into silence for a moment.

The dull and continuous knocking sound outside the door was finally transmitted to his brain by his ears.

He looked out the door in some surprise.

The distant sky was covered with thick, dark clouds, and the mist raised by the rain curtain limited his vision to within a few dozen meters.

Yet, in this incredible downpour, the Tyre camp seemed to have managed to escape unscathed. Even though they had just smashed through the roof of their house, they weren't completely drenched by the rain.

It looked like the flood plan had already begun. He had probably spent several days and nights crafting the Dancing Sky Sword.

But now everyone else's attention is completely focused on the battle that is about to begin.

Metatron is Emiya's teacher, and this is an open fact within the team.

Emilia is a wizard, so his teacher is naturally also a wizard.

Although Emiya was indeed an excellent archer, Mars knew this. And judging from the longbow that Metatron always carried with him, she was probably also an expert in archery.

——However, this is not the same as her also knowing swordsmanship.

Mars had seen Emilia's swordsmanship before. To be frank—even with all the praise he could muster, he could only say she was trained, not an amateur.

Mars hesitated and said, "...Ms. Forsaken, let me make it clear: I am not a fledgling young paladin."

Many mages in Faerun do have a special fondness for swords, and spells for creating various melee weapons are countless. However, it is difficult to find someone like Emya and Metatron, who are not elves but love swords and bows.

——However, liking something doesn't mean you're good at it. Mars is very confident in his swordsmanship. Those who simply have a preference for swords are not qualified to stand before him and fight against him.

If one wanted to test the power of the Moonlight Sword, he should, of course, face an enemy of equal or superior strength. This way, Mars could confirm the extent of the Moonlight Sword's advantage.

Metatron was stunned for a moment, then reacted and nodded: "What are you thinking about? It was just a sword test."

"..." Mars hesitated for a while, then sighed, held the two Moonlight Swords in his hands, and took a stance.

hum.

Amid the buzzing sound of moonlight piercing the air, the two swords shone brightly.

"Can you wield dual swords?" Metatron asked.

Mars said seriously: "Because a Moonlight Sword is too light, and I'm not used to using a shield."

"Okay." Metatron said noncommittally.

Normally, in order to aim, she would straighten her arm when wielding the sword, aligning the sword with the enemy.

And this time, the sword was actually used as a weapon.

Emiya frowned.

He noticed that Mars was not serious at the beginning. Although he showed a fighting attitude, his eyes were still not focused enough.

However, the moment Metatron drew his sword, Mars' body trembled almost instinctively, and he leaped back a few steps, creating some distance. Elastrid, standing nearby, could hardly resist reaching for the mace at her waist.

And when Metatron took a stance in a relaxed posture, Mars' breathing immediately became disordered.

"……Why?"

Sig, not knowing how to fight, asked blankly, "...What's the matter? Miss Forsaken hasn't used that transformation spell called Tan or something to turn her into a warrior yet, right?"

Emiya wanted to compete with Mars in swordsmanship, but she could only rely on the help of Tansen's transformation to last a few rounds.

——But obviously, Metatron doesn't need it.

Mars adjusted his breathing, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but look at the Forsaken's ear and asked, "Miss Forsaken... who are you? Are you a high elf from Evermeet?"

Bow, sword, arcane.

Each one is extremely proficient.

This is far beyond the energy limit of ordinary people.

"Huh." Metatron didn't answer the question. "The Moonlight Sword doesn't seem to be able to block? I suggest you bring a shield or a physical sword from now on. Relying solely on armor won't be enough. Anyway, attack."

Mars did not answer, but extinguished the hilt of the sword in his right hand and gently threw it up, releasing a spell on himself.

Shield spell, blessing spell—his most commonly used spells were cast on him one by one. Then, he silently hung the Dancing Moonlight Sword on his waist, shouldered his own greatsword in his right hand, and held the other Moonlight Sword in his left hand.

"Sorry!" Mars took a deep breath and stepped heavily.

Although it was called a giant sword, with Mars' strength, wielding it was effortless. However, this time, he was much more cautious.

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