"It's okay, Elastrid." At this time, Emilia beside her said seriously, "Even if something unexpected happens, I will save you immediately."

No, she wasn't trembling out of fear at all.

It's just pure excitement.

Every day with Emilia is the life she wants.

She turned her head and smiled brightly, then tapped lightly on the maze lock.

The moment she touched the maze, a long string of notes suddenly sounded from the maze, and an illusory cloak woven with starlight was hung behind Elastri by the maze.

This was Misuo's welcome to her.

Alaster stepped into Candlekeep slowly and lightly, as if returning to her own home.

"I wish to grant permission to everyone within 100 meters behind me to enter the miadic range."

“Permission granted.”

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The ups and downs of life are really exciting.

Ludd was already quite old. Even though as a priest, his body was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, when he really stepped onto the land of Candlekeep again, he almost lost his balance.

However, as soon as he stumbled and Mars beside him stretched out his hand, the magic of the maze had already taken the lead and slowly lifted him up.

This originally serious and prim priest lost his composure due to excessive ecstasy, almost stumbling towards the Central Library. Halfway there, he called out, "Everyone! Miss Alestria! We are already satisfied to have retrieved the collection from Candlekeep. We dare not continue to occupy this place. However, moving the collection will not be a matter of a day or a night..."

Elastrid said quickly, "There's no rush for the matter of ownership. Scripture Keeper, how about we discuss this later?"

Lude was naturally grateful. However, before he went to the Central Library to inspect the damage, he solemnly stated, "Candlekeep was ordered by our Lord to protect Midnight Goddess and Miss Simbu, and you are here to help. It is reasonable for Candlekeep to reward you. However, you have now saved us from the pain of loss... Regardless, on behalf of Candlekeep, I hereby withdraw from the distribution of the spoils of this battle. I leave the cleanup of the battlefield to you and Baldur's Gate."

Then, he actually turned around and headed towards the Central Library without even looking at the spoils left by the Lich.

At the moment, their team had the entire Candlekeep to themselves. However, there was no rush to collect the spoils.

"...It's unbelievable." Mars took off his helmet and pinched his brow in pain. "When I first embarked on this adventure, I could never have imagined that just a few years later, I would meet the true master of Candlekeep..."

"The Church of Oghma is so reasonable, isn't it?" Sig stopped pretending and simply threw the hard agate into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound. "They've occupied this place for at least a thousand years, and they're actually giving up just like that?"

"...To be more precise, the Church of Oghma does not own Candlekeep. Oghma is merely the primary faith of the monks of Candlekeep. In fact, throughout the ages, the faiths of those who serve as Candlekeep's Keeper and Chief Reader have varied from generation to generation. It's just that it's very rare that the Church of Oghma holds both positions at the same time." Mars shook his head. "Candlekeep values ​​and respects knowledge above all else. They are definitely not the kind of lawyers who would talk nonsense for profit. Moreover, Alaster actually saved the remaining collections of Candlekeep... It's only logical that they should return Candlekeep to its rightful owner."

"I care more about this unexpected joy itself. As for the family itself... I really don't care at all." Alestria hugged her chest and sighed, "I'm the only woman left in the entire family. How can I revive the family... go to Cormanthor specifically to find an elven man I don't know and give him hundreds of children? Will I be pregnant for ten months every year for hundreds of years?"

"In that case, you might as well continue to rent Candlekeep to that church," Sig replied. "When we stay here temporarily, we'll have a group of monks as bodyguards for no reason."

"That's all." Alestria spun around holding the fake cloak. "I don't like a life of stability and unchanging—"

Emiya was silent for a moment, but she couldn't help but glance behind Elastrid. Technically, the elf phantom within the Moon Blade wasn't a living person, merely an image left behind by its previous owner. However, this phantom clearly had its own consciousness... If she had an opinion, things would be somewhat awkward.

However, the phantom was clearly much more perceptive than Emilia. She emerged from Alestria's body and said, inexplicably, "...Is there something wrong with what Alestria said?"

"……what?"

Instead, the phantom put its arm around Elastrid's waist like an elder. "Are all the elves in the Xingyong family like this? It's a good thing Elastrid grew up in the Lucky Church, otherwise she might have grown up in a strange way."

At this point, she thought for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Elastrid's face. "Besides, you're not even a minor yet! Even if we want to continue the family line, we'll have to wait until you're over a hundred years old! That's more than twenty years from now!"

Emiya's eyebrow twitched.

Although he himself was not someone who could take care of the family comfortably, he now somewhat understood why this family had fallen to the point where only Elaster was left.

But at least, Candlekeep should be a stable base for their team in the future.

——And now, it’s finally time to settle the accounts.

He turned around and silently took away Xige's snacks.

—that heavy, sharp little snack that’s stronger than steel.

"Why aren't you doing this..." Sigg, whose food was snatched away, was startled for a moment, then he immediately reacted.

Now that the war is over, it's finally time to bring up certain things.

She laughed dryly and took a cautious step back: "...Ahem...do I really have to tell you?"

"Don't try to be so rude." Emilia glared at him. "Real name?"

"My real name is Sig."

"Race!?"

Sig laughed dryly: "...Singing Dragon..."

"gender?"

"Aren't all singing dragons female?... Although I only heard this after joining the team."

"age!?"

Miss Ge Long crossed her fingers and said, "...a few days ago, I just celebrated my 25th birthday."

Emiya slapped herself on the forehead.

Elastrid was only in her early eighties, had been in the Lucky Church for several generations, and had not yet reached adulthood.

And Miss Sig is even more of a heavyweight!

Although she was now as tall as Yin and had grown significantly... she was actually only twenty-five years old - that is to say, when she was doing activities with them before, she was just a little girl who had just left her cradle inside the dragon.

"Is the current appearance real?"

"Is it real?" Sig shook his round ears. "...Of course, the tips of my ears were made of flour before. After all, a ten-year-old human girl is still too conspicuous. Halfling feet are too big. I have trouble walking with prosthetic feet, so I have to pretend to be a dwarf."

"...Does Miss Imoen know?"

"Uh, I know." Sig crossed his fingers more frequently. "I once transformed back into my original form to protect myself, and she caught me while she was patrolling the outer city. I've been working for her ever since."

Emiya took a deep breath, recalling the poverty of Sig's residence and the gold nuggets hidden under her bed: "...Your life was really difficult before?"

Sig's face flushed slightly, and he made a number eight gesture.

"...Eighty gold coins a month?"

"...Eight hundred." Sig said shyly, "Although it's still much less than what I made after joining the team."

This guy is a total rich woman! He just doesn't want to spend money! And Miss Imoen is even richer than he thought! By comparison, even after several generous gifts, Emilia's current wealth isn't necessarily richer than Imoen and Apodel.

“…Forget it.” Emilia pressed her brows in pain.

As a human with no special background, he really doesn't fit in in this team.

Speaking of family, as an orphan, he should have a tragic background.

——As a result, after a quick glance, the entire team could not even find a pair of parents.

Someone like Sig, who most likely spent his childhood in Baldur's Gate as a young dragon, doesn't look like someone who was raised by parents. There's no need to say much about someone like Alestria, who took over the position of clan leader when she was still a minor and was raised by humans.

There is even someone like Mars who is ready to trample the soil of his father's grave tightly!

silver?

Maybe Yin's parents in the broadest sense are still alive... God knows if her real parents are the world and magic itself, truly born and raised by nature.

The team leader said with a look of despair, "...Then let's go clean up the battlefield."

"This is the entire fortune of hundreds of liches plus Larloch himself... I doubt even the compensation the devil offers us will be worth as much as this harvest."

Having said this, he thought for a moment and clapped his hands suddenly. "—By the way, Haverfont, after we clean up the battlefield, we still have to discuss the resettlement of your people and Halrua's."

An enemy like Haverfont, who surrendered unwillingly only after being captured, would obviously not be able to get a share of the spoils no matter where they were, let alone Emilia and others helping their clan find a place to stay.

But the last word still made her pupils shrink: "...Halrua? I have never been to Halrua. I have always relied on remote teaching from my tutor. What do you want to ask?"

Emiya sighed, "...It's about your teacher."

Save Halruaa, attempt to rescue Halruaa from the other world and return it to Toril.

He had a hunch that this was a crucial step in reversing the situation where the forces of good were being beaten everywhere.

At this moment, Misuo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "We have discovered a retained message. Chief, here is a message to be delivered to [Alestria Star Chant]."

"Huh!?" Alestria was stunned for a moment and almost jumped up. "For me? Is it something my parents left behind?"

"No." Misuo replied, "The sender is not one of the Misuo authority holders, nor is Misuo a permitted visitor."

Elastrid blinked. "...Can someone without permission leave a message through the maze?"

"No." Misuo gave a categorical negative answer, "Only the authorized owner or the permitted visitor can leave a message!"

"Then how did the sender leave the message?!"

The mystery lock was blasted into silence by these words. Even the faint starlight seemed to dim.

…The maze lock was actually forced to restart.

When the maze lock lit up again, she repeated the same words.

"Retained information has been discovered, Patriarch. Here is a message to be delivered to [Alestria Star Chant]. The upload time is..."

Having said that, Misuo fell into a brief silence.

After a long while, Misuo finally spit out a horrifying number: "-11219 years ago."

Lunya's Emia character card (ends after the Candlekeep battle)

----------------Basic Information------------------

Name: Emiya of Lunya

Sex: Male

Alignment: Lawful Good

[Profession] and Level: Mage, Level 13->15 (Upgraded during the battle)

[Race]: Human

【Background】:Wise/????

Body type: medium

Height: 182cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Age: 21

Appearance: Eimia of Lunya is a fairly handsome young man. His facial features are not very common on the Sword Coast, but this abnormality is nothing in the mixed race of the Sword Coast. He has short, flame-red hair and pupils that are a color close to a dark amber.

Ever since he made a fortune in several wars, he has had an Ioun Stone circling around him like planets hanging above his head all year round, and he wears the pure white robe of a kind archmage.

It's amazing that this person has a long sword hanging at his waist and a long bow hanging on his back.

However, according to people who know him, his archery skills are far better than his swordsmanship.

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His swordsmanship is roughly equivalent to my level at age 13 after three days of sword training, and his archery is probably better than mine ten years later.

—Mars of Candlekeep

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[Attribute Value]: Racial attribute bonus, Agility 1 Constitution 1

Strength 12 (+1)

Constitution 16 (+3)

Agility 18 (+4)

Intelligence 24 (+7)

Perception 12 (+1)

Charisma 16 (+3)

HP: 107

Armor Class: AC = 19 (Adjusted by 15 + 4 Agility for Archmage Robe)

Speed: 30 feet

---------------------Proficient in projects and languages---------------------

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