[And I will lead the elite Hell Knights through a secret route—we plan to borrow a passage from the Sharptooth Forest Circle and head to Belgost after leaving the forest. The Church of Lathander there has agreed to send reinforcements—]

[However, they are extremely hostile to the Rising Sun Sect and refuse to go along with them, so we are still struggling.]

Teleportation was certainly an option. However, it was inherently costly and carried certain risks. As long as war wasn't imminent, land and sea routes weren't that unacceptable.

Emiya hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed: [Has Archdruid Fenwei contacted you?]

We contacted her first.

Emya could only hope that everything would go well.

Although Fenwe is a druid, it is likely that she will not be able to escape easily in this matter - Miss Fenwe comes from the Church of Shar and now believes in Mystra.

I hope this complex identity will not lead to any unexpected chain reactions in this incident.

Now, after witnessing the astonishing accuracy of the exquisitely crafted cannon, the two highest leaders of Candlekeep have relaxed their composure. The people of Gond can finally begin to build Candlekeep with the bricks and tiles that smell of thick gunpowder.

Emiya had more to do than simply build the cannon. Now, he had to research the optimal firing positions for the cannons and test-fire the cannons from those positions—this was also an incredibly time-consuming and tedious task, one that Emiya couldn't accomplish alone.

——His team also needed to make some special preparations for the undead. And he was the only one who could complete this task.

For example, his teacher, Metatron officially revealed his identity to him.

Then, the true identity of the confessor becomes very clear.

That was her own sword, the legendary Dancing Sky Beheading Sword - it was said that when the Seraphim Gods fought with all their might, they would let the giant sword dance in the air while they themselves rained arrows on the enemy.

Such a treasure, naturally, could not be destroyed by just anyone. In fact, when Emiya saw it, it was already a pile of scrap metal.

Before this, Emilia had made some efforts to repair it - but now, it was probably wishful thinking for him to make the Dancing Sky Beheading Sword.

Dancing in the Sky and Decapitation, each of these enchantments alone is practically the pinnacle of magical items. Combining these two enchantments is beyond the capabilities of mortals.

Emiya sighed, hesitated for a moment, and finally put the confessor, who was doomed to be beyond repair, back into the dimensional bag.

The Confessor, especially for Silver, holds some commemorative significance for their group. It's best not to recast it.

After all, they had done some shopping on their way back to Lunya, bringing back a large quantity of Celestial Steel. So he simply forged another Dancing Sky Sword for his teacher—a Dancing Sky Sword with Larloch as its imaginary enemy.

After all, the power of the Moonlight Sword came from the gift of the goddess Selûne. Although the goddess had promised him to use it freely... but Emilia was not so thick-skinned.

However, it would be different if it was given to his teacher - the goddess Selune was even willing to let Metatron hand over the treasure such as the Infinite Moonfire, which represents the grace among graces.

It is clear that Metatron and Selune have a very good relationship.

In this case, even if the amount of Moon Fire used is a little excessive, the goddess will probably turn a blind eye.

Now, the affairs of the Emiya team have come to an end, and the team has dispersed throughout the Candle Castle - Mars naturally took his leave to get in touch with the guardian god, and after being happy, Silver rarely ran to look for Shar's information.

And when Elastrid returned after her sudden temporary departure, her expression became somewhat unfamiliar.

After spending a few days together, Emilia had more or less figured out Elastrid's habits.

In short, she is a gentle and kind female pastor on weekdays, but she can appear cold when she is serious. She can show unusual excitement and enthusiasm when it comes to things involving adventure and crisis.

Although she is a moon elf, her habits have nothing to do with her pointed ears.

However, when Alestria returned again, Emilia unconsciously tightened her grip on the weapon at her waist.

——Her demeanor is very different from usual.

Elastrid's usual demeanor was so gentle that it could almost be described as timid. But now she walked with her head held high, staring directly into Emilia's eyes.

——And, her weapon.

According to Yin, Elastrid's weapon is actually an elven longsword, but as a cleric, she only uses the weighted ball on the hilt as a striking force.

Now, Elastrid turned the sword's front and back, and stretched her body naturally.

The long sword at your waist can be unsheathed at any time.

Emiya frowned, and Sig beside her stood up alertly: "...It's you! That weird elf who looks just like Elastrid! Didn't you lose miserably enough before?!"

Yin normally had a low desire to fight, and he and Sig were both practically unproductive. But Yin destroyed a swordsinger's resistance with a single strike—every detail of that scene was still seared into Sig's mind.

Emiya narrowed her eyes dangerously, and without hesitation, she drew her weapon. "—The negative energy mutation in Candlekeep is over. Why are you still here?"

No matter what the Swordsinger's identity was, he couldn't possibly be stronger than his teacher. He wasn't worried about his own safety at all.

The mysterious elven swordsinger was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to signal his lack of hostility. "That actually has nothing to do with the negative energy mutation. I'm here for Elastrid."

"...?" Emilia frowned. "Who are you? The ghost lurking in her weapon? Why are you considering her?"

"Quite the contrary." The Sword Singer snorted coldly, "My form of existence is the highest pursuit of this sword, the ultimate crystallization of history, glory, and wisdom."

"As for me..." In this situation, she should have listed a long list of titles and names, and she intended to do so. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

She was silent for a long time before she spoke with difficulty, "I don't remember my name, but I still remember my identity... My last name should be Xingyong."

"Ah?" Sig couldn't help but exclaim, "Ghosts can also forget?"

"Tsk." The swordsinger was obviously unhappy with the bard's judgment, but what she said was the truth, and the elf ghost intelligence turned its head away in extreme displeasure.

Star Chant.

Elastrei's last name is Xingyong.

"You mean... you're Elastrid's elder?" Emilia frowned. "Then, what exactly do you want to do? What's your connection to Elastrid?"

Seeing that they had finally reached the point, the Swordsinger took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and replied, "I am Elastrid's trump card. However, her strength is actually enough to protect herself most of the time, so I rarely appear. But not now. To avoid any accidents, I need to prepare early."

"...In Elturgard, why didn't you show up?"

Xingsong replied, "At that time, a Seraphim was eyeing his fallen kin. Elastrid was far from being on the verge of death."

His gaze lingered on the Sword Singer.

Sig and Silver were both insensitive to armor, and when they first met the swordsinger, they were probably focused on her appearance that was extremely similar to Alestria.

However, when Emilia looked at it, she clearly noticed a certain inconsistency.

Xingyong seemed to be unconsciously trying to keep her body moving.

But as a priest, Alestria's armor is quite heavy - the Diggerworm armor is just more flexible, but it is still real heavy armor after all.

Xing Yong seemed to be possessing Elastrid, but the two people's behavior habits were actually very different, resulting in a strange disharmony.

He nodded. "...I understand—you came to ask me to make a suit of armor."

A special set of armor suitable for the Elf Swordsinger, allowing this most special warrior among the mages, and the most special mage among the warriors, to move freely.

"That's right," Xing Yong replied with some distress. "This armor is like shackles... No one can dance under such constraints. How can Elastrid endure such a thing?"

The comfort of the Diggerworm Armor is clearly among the best among all armors!

"But why should I trust you?" Emilia showed no sign of giving in. "It's Elastrid's business if she wants to keep the secret, but it's your business to gain our trust."

"...A mere human cub, yet your choice of words is so offensive." Xing Yong gritted his teeth and replied, "I personally don't want to reveal this matter. But Master Metatron is willing to reveal her identity to Elastrid. Xing Yong must repay this trust."

As she spoke, she reversed the scabbard of her sword, indicating that she had no intention of attacking.

Then, she gently pulled the sword out of the scabbard with her backhand.

Emilia's pupils shrank.

It was a long sword as bright and brilliant as moonlight.

The dense runes on it resembled the light and dark traces on the moon, and the magical fluctuations it stirred up were like the rise and fall of the tide.

"Do you recognize this sword?" Xing Yong said, holding the sword in his backhand and gazing at the flawless blade with an almost mesmerized expression. "It's called the Moon Blade. It's the greatest treasure of the Moon Elves... no, it's the greatest treasure of the Elves."

"--Damn it." Emilia almost screamed.

Elastrid's weapon is actually the Moon Blade!? She usually leaves this divine weapon unused, using the Moon Blade's weighted ball as a striking force!

This weapon clearly held a secret. Since Elastrid hadn't mentioned it, he'd politely refrained from paying much attention. But he'd never imagined the secret was so profound!

It's a weapon inherited only by the nobles of the High Elves, a testament to their family's patriarchy. Each Moon Blade is a legendary treasure, a true artifact. With each successive generation of patriarchs, the Moon Blade's power grows.

According to what Metatron had said, summoning the shadow of the previous patriarch is an ability that can only be obtained by the Moon Blade that has been passed down for many generations!

How could Elastrid, an orphan raised in human society, become the head of a long-established High Elf family? How did she do that?!

Shadow of Forty

Moon Blade.

When talking about the power of the Moon Blade, we cannot fail to mention the glory of the elves in the past.

Although human activities now cover the entirety of Faerûn and they have established a glorious civilization several times, only the most arrogant and ignorant humans would be so confident that they have surpassed the pinnacle of elven civilization.

Toril has been civilized for generations, and several races have held absolute dominance: even the most well-known include dragons, elves, humans, and even dwarves.

Even so, the glory of the elves is undeniable - they came from outer space, and through powerful magic, they came to Faerun. After gaining a foothold, they clashed with the then-dominant dragons in an increasingly fierce conflict.

Ultimately, the two races engaged in a deadly struggle aimed at mutual destruction, and the once-powerful dragons were destroyed by the effects of the Dragon Madness Mystique, becoming the monsters that humans now legendarily associate with civilization, and civilization nearly vanished.

The elves have an extremely exaggerated record: planet-wide mind interference, driving the entire race mad. Even calling on the kingdom of God and tearing the continent apart -

It is no exaggeration to say that even the elven civilization on Toril, relying on magic, can even surpass the modern civilization on Earth.

Candlekeep's biggest trump card, the mystery lock, was not such a rare item during the elves' heyday.

Even in such a powerful civilization, the Moon Blade is the greatest treasure that can be used as proof of the identity of a family patriarch.

In fact, the Moon Blade is a treasure that belongs only to the Moon Elves. Even the highest-ranking Sun Elves cannot touch the Moon Blade.

Thus, the legend of the Moon Blade even contains a risqué joke mocking the Sun Elves: "Once upon a time, a Moon Elf priest successfully crafted the Moon Blade and plunged it into the earth. Upon hearing the news, many Sun Elf nobles came and tried to gain access to the sword. However, these young and talented Sun Elves, considered among the best in the world, perished en masse from the effects of the Moon Blade, and not a single Sun Elf was recognized."

At this time, the Moon Elf priest said: This sword is called the Moon Blade, and naturally only Moon Elves can use it. Even Sun Elves of the same race will die if they touch the Moon Blade.

The Sun Elf nobles, having wrongfully killed so many of their descendants, were naturally furious and wanted to settle accounts with the Moon Elf priest. However, the Moon Elf priest calmly said, "Would it have been any use if I had told you this news earlier? Would you have believed me if I had told you? Even if I told you now, wouldn't you have tried?"

Sure enough, a large number of talented Sun Elves later died in the process of pulling out the Moon Blade.

Regardless of the truth of this legend, the Moon Blade's status among the elves is self-evident.

It can be said that the Moon Blade is one of the most powerful treasures in the mortal world. Not even the Holy Avenger can surpass it.

Meanwhile, Miss Metatron, the narrator of that wicked joke, was sitting in the corner of the room with a troubled look on her face, pondering, "...Xingyong...Xingyong."

Metatron frowned and tapped his forehead. "Strange... I really can't remember every last name of the elves, but there are very, very few families that possess the Moon Blade and have a long history. Why don't I have any impression of them at all?"

At this moment, Xing Yong had returned to the sword, and Elastrid had regained control of her body.

The elven priest sat diagonally across from Metatron and spoke softly, "I didn't mention this identity because it truly means nothing to me. Miss Xingyong of the Sword has only knowledge, no memories, and can't even tell me what the Xingyong family once was. I grew up in the Church of Tymora and became a priest in my twenties. I don't have the time or energy to learn the energy-consuming sword chant technique."

"So for me, it's really just a symbolic keepsake."

Emiya was sitting among them, gripping a few metal ingots and pondering deeply as she spoke, "That Miss Phantom, let's call her Xingyong. Can Miss Xingyong replace your consciousness at any time?"

Even if Xing Yong didn't show any obvious hostility, what exactly was her relationship with Elastrid? This was something Emiya had to ask clearly.

He always has to know who his teammates are.

When asked this question, Alestria gave a resolute answer: "No, before coming to Candlekeep, she could only whisper to me in her mind.

"Actively condensing a physical entity, being able to borrow my body to temporarily appear, and so on, are all things that have only appeared in the past few days."

From a purely strength perspective, the addition of a powerful swordsinger was certainly a significant benefit. However, Emilia was more concerned about Elaster herself: "Can she actively seize a body?"

"No." Elastrid's answer was incredibly straightforward. "Strictly speaking, she isn't a living being, but rather the magical effect of the Moon Blade. I am the Moon Blade's master and have absolute authority over her. However..."

She paused and said, "After all, she grew up with me, so..."

Therefore, Xing Yong is one of Elastrid's closest people. Therefore, Xing Yong's commission also has Elastrid's consent.

And it's just a piece of armor that makes it easier to move, so just do it.

Rather, the biggest difficulty now is how to make armor that meets the needs of a swordsinger.

A swordsinger is both a mage and a swordsman. She needs armor that is not too strong, but light enough and fits her body well.

If Emilia's guess is correct, Elaster and her sword spirit will probably switch between the identities of swordsinger and priest at any time in the future.

If the armor doesn't meet the requirements, it might be better not to do it.

First of all, armor must not lack protective power.

Elastrid was clearly accustomed to fighting in heavy armor. If the armor provided insufficient protection, it would be close to murder for Elastrid.

However, if it is not light enough, the Sword Singer's strength will probably be reduced to only 70% or 80%, which would be a waste of a powerful fighting force.

Elaster was silent for a moment, then said, "Miss Xingyong, I'd like to ask, what materials do you plan to use?"

Emiya didn't hesitate and answered directly, "Of course, the first choice is Mithril and Adamantine. Our team has a sufficient reserve of special metals. We can even afford a piece of pure Mithril and pure Adamantine armor."

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