Equipment Printing School Mage
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Thirty-seven The Third Goddess
"The craftsmen in Valhalla aren't that powerful...are they?"
"If I had come here any other time, I'd have said my craftsmanship is the best in all of Valhalla. It's not as good as the dwarves, but it's no worse than the Golden Palace's—much better," said a middle-aged man with messy red hair and a blacksmith's apron before Alestria. "But, not long ago, that golden elf named Starforge came here to take a look."
"Then?"
"His mouth really stinks, and his chin is practically stuck to his back." The blacksmith looked displeased, but then sighed, "But his craftsmanship is truly horrific... In comparison, dwarven craftsmanship is nothing special."
He waved his hand towards the smithy, signaling his assistant to retrieve a dagger from the wall and place it before Elastrid. "Look, he just casually made a dagger with a look of disdain, just to open our eyes... Look at the balance, the toughness, the hardness! Holding this dagger, that mail and cotton armor looks like paper."
The blacksmith sighed in frustration. "His face is really ugly, and his words are really harsh, but his hands are really tough! There may not be a blacksmith of this level in all of Asgard, or even in Joseph Garden. If I had his skills, I wouldn't be much less arrogant."
Elaster pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Excuse me, I'm not very knowledgeable about blacksmithing, but I have a weapon here too. I'd like to ask for your opinion on the difference in craftsmanship between the two."
The blacksmith shook his head and said, "If you ask me, don't bother with the second round. With a blacksmith of this level, a month won't be enough."
Elastrid replied, "Just looking. It's good to know how big the gap is."
"Okay, okay." The blacksmith scratched his head through his hat.
Having just been scolded by the golden elf, he couldn't say anything to refuse when a fellow elf spoke so softly to him. "But I still say the same thing, don't get your hopes up too much."
Then, his eyes widened.
A pool of moonlight was being pulled out from Elastrid's waist.
It was a huge two-handed sword that shone with a cold light.
When it left the dimensional bag, the fire in the blacksmith shop seemed to dim.
Its center of gravity was adjusted to almost perfection, so that Alestria didn't need to exert any effort when lifting this magical weapon.
Theoretically, the forging of this sword required an astronomical number of man-hours—no one knew the craftsmanship employed to achieve such a frighteningly thin blade. Composed entirely of fine gold, the blade gradually extended inward, then smoothly transitioned into tough, thick fine steel, ensuring the sword's strength.
As for the sword, the blacksmith could only feel... its delicacy.
Blacksmithing, a collision of fire and steel, is arguably one of the most violent jobs in the world. A blacksmith must wield a hammer to hammer away at the forging blank, a physically demanding endeavor—unfortunately, this physical labor demands precision and delicacy; blindly hammering away will only produce junk from good material.
Therefore, the upper and lower limits of blacksmiths can be described as a chasm.
But, regarding this sword, the blacksmith could only say: This is simply impossible.
Only by using a hammer as thin as a needle, wielded by the god of courage Thor himself, touching every corner of the forge, can the metal be made uniform to this degree... which can only exist in dreams.
The unpolished, flawless blade could easily reflect a person's image. This meant that the blade, like the surface of water, had reached its limit in terms of refinement and uniformity—a completely different result from the smoothness achieved through forced polishing.
The dense and neat runes on the heavy sword body are like inscriptions on an epitaph, yet they seem to be floating on the surface of the sword, without damaging the strength of the sword at all.
Surging magic power is constantly flowing out of the rune, maintaining the sharp blade that is so thin that it is composed of only one layer of molecules.
“…This…this…” The blacksmith was stunned, “…What is this?!
"...Lord Tyr will probably be unable to walk after seeing this sword, right?!"
Seeing this familiar reaction, Elaster breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really worried that these ancient elves could surpass Emiya in craftsmanship... Now it seems that she was overthinking it.
Emiya was not a blacksmith at all, and his proficiency in the basic blacksmithing skills was not particularly high - he kicked the original road away and took a shortcut to reach the destination directly.
The gap in basic craftsmanship cannot be made up by skill alone.
As for what this sword is...
...It's the Holy Avenger, the inaugural armor for paladins of the Order of the Secret Fire. It's given as a gift upon becoming a paladin. Every young paladin in Halruaa now has one.
This is one of the samples that Emilia had made in advance.
Elastrid thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "It's our craftsman. He wants to verify the difference between our craftsmanship and that of the elves."
"Gap? What a gap!!!" The blacksmith, who had been feeling down just now, started to yell. "The elves are just good craftsmen at best. They can't even compare to Brok and Sindri, but they might win! And the creator of this sword..."
He shook his head. "If the dwarves saw this sword, they would definitely push him to the position of Dwarf God! This is simply not something a blacksmith can make!"
However, at this point, the blacksmith calmed down a little and shook his head: "But, it's a pity."
"pity?"
The blacksmith gestured and said, "The base material is impeccable. But the enchantment is far inferior. It can't be compared with Mjolnir and Gungnir."
After saying this, he himself felt it was absurd and was speechless.
—That's the weapon of the Lord God and the God of War. Isn't it natural that this sword can't match it in terms of enchantment?!
Enchanting is different from blacksmithing. Regardless, the source of enchantment's power is the enchanter himself.
If the enchanter himself is not strong, he will not be able to enchant powerful runes. This is an iron rule.
If the gods themselves were not craftsmen, they would have to enchant the weapons themselves—the craftsmen's power was obviously not comparable to that of the gods themselves.
Now Emilia can only be regarded as a wizard with outstanding talent.
This adjective means that his talent has not yet been fully utilized. In terms of hard power, he is simply not comparable to the gods.
The base material of Emiya's casting is perfect, which is a gap that other craftsmen cannot catch up. However, the upper limit of casting is there, and it cannot make up for the gap in enchantment.
If Corellon himself were to take the field, they would have to obtain the help of other gods. Otherwise, they would surely lose the second round.
Just as Alestria was about to ask further questions, the Moon Blade on her waist suddenly fell off.
She looked over in astonishment, only to see a clear break on the leather sheath that had originally bound the weapon.
Now, after a slight pull, the piece of leather has been completely broken off from the belt, and the Moon Blade has also been separated from the sheath and rolled on the ground.
Valhalla is not without slopes, and the Moon Blade immediately rolled downwards due to gravity.
"what?!"
...When she took out the Holy Avenger just now, she accidentally cut a hole in the scabbard?
Because the Holy Avenger is fully bladed and can cut through almost all common materials with the slightest friction, it does not have a true scabbard, let alone this sample that was brought out.
Despite this, she shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake!
Elastri hurried down in great annoyance, trying to pick it up.
—But, Tymora is above.
As if deliberately against her, the uneven ground caused her endless trouble.
A powerful priest, but every time she thought she was at a sufficient distance and bent down to pick up her weapon, the Moon Blade would cleverly leap and brush past her fingertips, leaving her with nothing to grab.
Once would have been fine, but no matter how hard Elastrid tried, she made three mistakes in a row.
Miss Moon Elf felt like she was sweating.
How could she have encountered such misfortune again? She felt as if she could feel the gazes of the Valhalla residents piercing her back like sharp arrows.
She had completely disgraced Tymora.
But this scene was not unfamiliar: from childhood to adulthood, she had experienced many such extremely inexplicable and unfortunate events.
She's a priestess of the goddess of luck, Tymora! Even if she doesn't pick up money when she goes out, she shouldn't be so unlucky!
But her bad luck wasn't over yet.
Alestria was furious and rushed forward with the momentum of a battlefield, intending to stop the naughty sword with her feet.
Then, Xing Yong Ancestor, who was originally watching the fun on her body, suddenly shouted: [Elastri, there is someone in front of you——]
"Oh!"
Just as Alestria was speeding up, a figure happened to look around while floating down to the streets of Valhalla. The Moon Blade hit her feet, and the two of them collided head-on.
The person who came was a petite, slender, yet agile, elf-like woman. However, her body was surprisingly strong, and she easily caught Elastrid, preventing the two of them from tumbling together.
She raised the Moon Blade in surprise, and looked at the strange weighted ball on the handle that looked like a monkey's paw, and smiled brightly.
Elastrid regained her footing and could only bow her head in apology. However, before she could finish her words, the woman, as if realizing something, grabbed Elastrid's face and rubbed it fiercely, "—Are you the Xingyong family's child?!"
Star chant? !
Elastrid's heart skipped a beat.
Her family had been wiped out by the Ascension. Perhaps there were others of her kind who had managed to grow up—but at this moment in time, she was the only one.
Others probably don’t even know this name!
Who is she?
The mysterious woman hadn't finished her words yet: "This Moon Blade's counterweight ball was given to your family by me! Are you Elastrid?"
The Moon Blade's weighted ball was special, something Alestria had long known.
Yin once said that her Moon Blade had been transformed, and it no longer only carried the power of Corellon, but also the power of the goddess of fate, Tyche.
To put it more directly: her Moon Blade is considered a dual artifact of Corellon and Tyche.
During their time in Candle Castle, they saw the altar of Tyche, proving that the former Xingyong family had completely converted to the goddess of fate, Tyche.
And Tyche is the predecessor...or mother of the goddess of luck Tymora.
Elastrid rarely found it so difficult to speak: "...Who are you?"
However, the goddess Tyche did not say anything. Instead, she held Elastri in her arms and ravaged her like a young girl, as if she were not her god but her elder.
Elastrid's last thought was - how come these gods who are close to Yin don't look like gods at all!
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After all, gods like Mystrel who use the body of a little girl are a minority - when most gods are active, their bodies are even larger than Metatron.
Tyche's so-called petiteness is based on the standard of the body of a god like Selune, who is several meters tall.
Even though Tyke wasn't that exaggerated, he was still about the same size as Elastrid. Furthermore, even though the power of the incarnation of the god couldn't compete with those of the wild gods who created the world, it wasn't something Elastrid could resist.
At least it was impossible when she didn't use any magic at all. She wasn't a giant god like Mars.
She could only give up resistance and lie limply in the arms of her Lord God.
Tyche can be said to be the predecessor of Tymora, or her mother.
When a priest is in front of the Lord God, he can naturally do whatever God wants him to do.
However, Elastrid couldn't help but ask, "...Can I ask what the true effect of the Monkey's Paw is?"
"Of course it's the ups and downs of fate." Tikka obviously didn't think this was a question and answered simply.
"……I do not understand."
As if she truly treated Elastrid as her own daughter, Tyche spoke as a matter of course, "In short, for the enemy, blessings and disasters lie intertwined. They may make progress in the short term, but they will encounter disasters. For you and your friends, disasters and blessings lie intertwined—you will encounter all kinds of difficulties, even if they are low-probability and unreasonable difficulties, but they will lead to your ultimate success.
"Its effect won't wear off. Anyone nearby will be affected, and direct contact will intensify the effect," Tikka replied. "For example, if your enemy is struck on the head by the monkey's claw, they'll almost certainly make a fatal mistake or encounter a fatal error in the following battle—of course, their counterattack could very well leave you utterly devastated or even cause heavy casualties."
Elastrid felt stars in her eyes and murmured, "So, many of the difficulties and misfortunes we encountered were caused by me?"
"Ridiculous," Tyche said confidently. "I dare say this even to Mystril: if bad luck can be attributed, then so can their good fortune."
Before they could finish their words, a magical storm that spread from heaven to earth suddenly exploded in the distance, and the howling storm swept from the Golden Palace all the way to the sky above Valhalla.
The strong wind made Elastri's hair messy in the air.
She was stunned for a moment, then whispered in disbelief, "...Is that the aftermath of the enchantment on the magical item?"
Isn't this scale a bit exaggerated? Could it be that Corellon really took action personally?
As if knowing what she was thinking, the goddess of fate replied, "Perhaps. I have rarely seen such an amazing magical storm."
Elastrid fell silent.
She had personally witnessed Emilia mass-producing the Holy Avenger many times - the Holy Avenger was already a rare divine sword in the world, and there was definitely no such fanfare when it was enchanted.
Enchantment is an item that can determine the outcome of the competition.
If this continues, their second game... will be lost.
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Emiya is still in the preparation stage at this moment - he has now made a rather risky plan, but the price is that the materials he needs are frighteningly messy, and he has to entrust the Valkyrie and Sig to run errands in Valhalla.
The problem now is that he is confident that he can satisfy Odin, but he is not confident that he can defeat the elves.
If the elves keep piling on the materials like crazy, then he might be forced to raise the specifications as well.
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