Equipment Printing School Mage

Mars' pupils shrank slightly, and the hairs on his body almost stood up at the same time. But he still gritted his teeth and said, "I am really tempted... If it is really that powerful, would you be willing to give it to us?"

"It's precious, but what's really important is the process of cultivating it and the effort put into research. Once the results are achieved, large-scale cultivation will not be that difficult."

Moonsong's snake face seemed to be smiling. "Of course, if your relationship with Finnwe Druid is really that close, then we can only consider ourselves unlucky - but, with all due respect, no matter what you want, which druid can't provide it?"

"Outstanding young people like you and the wizard you follow are admired wherever you go. Why should you be tied to Fenwë?"

"You two have demonstrated wisdom, courage, and talent far surpassing even the nobles of our fathers. If you are willing to assist us, we will offer any terms."

The paladin closed his eyes, putting on a struggling expression, and finally let out a long breath: "...Give us the materials first. We can talk about the rest later."

Moonsong's snake kiss widened slightly as if he had succeeded in his plan: "Then, tomorrow night, at the top of the Holy Oak..."

The paladin interrupted him without hesitation: "No, it must be at the top of the sacred beech tree."

"Okay, as you wish." Moonsong hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Tomorrow night, on a dark night when the sun and moon are both below the horizon. I will deliver the things."

"Okay then." The paladin nodded and said something that made Moonsong's scales almost stand up. "Since it's being delivered tomorrow, I'll grind it until tomorrow night."

Thirty-one Swordsmen

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—”

Some sounds can instantly make you think of sparks flying even if you are thousands of miles away.

The harsh sound of the grinding wheel and the blade grinding against each other is obviously one of them.

Just by hearing this voice, Emiya forgot that she was in the druid's forest, as if she had returned to a mechanical factory on Earth.

This maddeningly sharp noise was still incredibly clear even from a hundred meters away - and those druids who were very close to Mars were probably going crazy at this moment.

The grinding wheel was always noisy when it was working, but most of the time it was just used to sharpen a dull blade, a task that usually took less than a minute.

But now, an ordinary activity has instantly become a top-level torture.

Emiya shrugged - at least his next work should not be disturbed.

He is about to begin enchanting the Confessor.

His teacher said that confessors are special and there is no need to worry when being possessed, so they can act with confidence.

But Emilia had known this all along—he had an almost innate sense of the structure of matter. This had allowed him to clearly see the true state of the Confessor's interior.

In short - torn apart and full of holes.

The Penitent's true composition is very similar to a metal, though it differs somewhat from any common metal. Regardless, this metal is incredibly strong and tough. The most unique aspect of the Penitent's metal is that, if carefully forged, it can be rendered completely transparent—even if the blade is several centimeters thick.

If Emilia had been asked to cast with this metal from the beginning, perhaps Emilia could have completed the enchantment during the casting process - in any case, this metal is extremely powerful.

But that was when the Confessor was intact.

At this moment, the confessor can let Emilia do whatever he wants, simply because no matter what he does, the confessor's situation cannot get any worse.

The metal structure, once neatly arranged to the point of being a work of art, was now a chaotic mess, as if tens of thousands of spiders were simultaneously weaving their webs. At a glance, all one could see was a chaotic jumble of...cracks.

There is only one possibility to cause this situation.

Within the structure that was originally so regular that it could be called a work of art, at an unforeseen moment, some powerful and destructive substance was forcibly embedded into the sword's edge.

In an indescribably short time, the once magnificent metal structure was completely destroyed, and the metal particles were forcibly pushed out of their original position. The sword must have been enchanted with a powerful enchantment. After this sudden destruction, the Confessor was completely reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

At the same time, before the metal could complete its reorganization, someone immediately took action and forcibly froze the messy structure - and the destructive substance was thus forever trapped in the Confessor.

And all of this ultimately combined to create the current confessor.

Today's confessor, no matter how mysterious and intimidating he may appear to outsiders, is nothing but a piece of scrap metal.

It doesn't matter how you enchant a piece of scrap metal.

If the enchantment succeeded, it was a testament to Emilia's exceptional skill. If it failed, the scrap metal would simply become enchanted scrap metal.

In reality, the fact that the Confessor could still be called a sword was due to Emiya's own efforts. When she first saw it, the Confessor looked like a crystal. Its current form as a sword was the result of Emiya's attempts to repair it.

However, even though he had tried his best at that time, he only repaired the appearance and had very limited benefit to the confessor's actual condition.

His teacher had already made it clear how to repair the Confessor: learn all kinds of enchantment knowledge, and then add it to the Confessor without hesitation - perhaps the Confessor would be repaired a little.

Although Emiya didn't want to admit it, from every angle, his mentor seemed to be the culprit who turned the sword into this state.

And what exactly was embedded in the sword's body—that was also very obvious.

Emiya slowly shifted her gaze to the center of the blade.

There, in the center of countless cracks, a ball of silver flame was slowly leaping.

It was this flame that was forcibly embedded into the blade, completely destroying the Confessor's original structure in the process.

However, the silver flame didn't display that level of power at the moment. Even when Emiya placed her hand on the blade, she couldn't even feel any heat.

It's more like embers than flames - or rather, the ashes left after a complete fire has long since burned out.

But not long ago, the Confessor emitted a stunning light that illuminated the entire forest.

Although I don’t know why it has returned to silence again at this moment, that brief moment at least shows that the sword must still be "alive".

His efforts were not entirely in vain.

Emiya took a deep breath.

The surface of the Confessor was already riddled with holes, and conventional etching methods were ineffective.

When he first tried to repair the sword, he used a clumsy method that was almost like Yugong moving a mountain.

He used his perception to determine the repair plan, and then used magic repair techniques to make adjustments bit by bit.

God bless you! Every minute the prosthetic moves, it only moves about one cubic centimeter of material!

Praise the Divine Craftsmanship. Although most mages may only use this spell once in their lifetime, in Emiya's opinion, Divine Craftsmanship is the most powerful spell among the four rings!

Without the divine intervention, perhaps this enchantment would have lasted another full month. But now, it was like humans learning to use tools for the first time, no longer needing to tear with their hands or bite with their teeth.

As Emilia chanted, the Confessor's blade trembled slightly.

What he wanted to enchant was, of course, the Moon Rune.

Emiya's teacher didn't have any special experience in crafting magical equipment. The most important reason why the Confessor still didn't have many runes was because the teacher himself didn't know how to make them.

Although his teacher, as a teacher, has a strong professional ethics... I'm not saying anything bad about him. From various details in life, it can be confirmed that he seriously lacks professional qualities.

It is likely that Emiya was his only student.

Fortunately, the one who taught him the Moon Rune this time was apparently one of the most reliable instructors in the world.

Emiya took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, and focused her energy.

Coincidentally, at this time, the sound of Mars grinding the needle also stopped for a while.

Emiya's senses quickly moved within the sword's edge and came to the vicinity of the silver fire.

Near the silver fire are the dark runes and contraction runes that have been engraved.

Emiya had seen these two types of runes countless times, but today, he found the existence of the dark rune particularly unpleasant.

It’s not that the dark rune itself looks ugly, but he now feels that the existence of the dark rune has caused a certain uncomfortable sense of distortion.

In short, the other side of the Dark Rune seems like something that should be added anyway.

—For example, the Moon Rune of Selûne.

Some of the myths of Faerûn are quite fascinating, full of traces of time. For example, although light is the counterpart of darkness, Faerûn lacks a god of light. According to Emya, the former goddess of light, Selûne, fell in a protracted battle with her sister and mortal enemy, the goddess of darkness, Shar, and has since lost her former power. Once a powerful goddess of light, she is now merely a moon goddess.

Originally, Emiya didn't think that the dark rune could really represent Shar, the goddess of darkness, but when he learned the moon rune, the moon and darkness showed exaggerated symmetry and complementarity.

If the Moon Rune is not painted on, it would be like a perfectly made seesaw that is cut in half, leaving only half.

It makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

Even if he didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, his structural and engineering instincts urged him to fill in the Moon Rune.

Just at this moment, the leaf curtain of the tree house was lifted, and Fenwei walked in holding two wooden jars of astonishing size.

Of course, that is the Moon Fire of the Moon Goddess.

This amount may really empty the church of all its contents.

"Huh..." Emilia breathed heavily, stood up, and without even having time to say anything polite, he quickly took the two wooden pots. The heavy weight made him sway.

Fenwei opened his mouth to say something, stretched out his hand, and pointed in a direction outside the tree house.

However, what she said did not enter Emiya's mind at all - just imagining the scene when the runes completed the symmetry made Emiya dizzy with anticipation.

"Sorry, please wait a moment!" He evaded Fenwei's question with an almost perfunctory attitude, completely ignoring the background noise.

"...Lord Selune, I beg for your attention." Then, without hesitation, he snapped his fingers, and a whip-like stream of lightning was sent flying towards the wooden pot, pulling its lid aside.

Emiya knelt on the ground, placed the Confessor on her knees, and then pointed the wooden pot at the Confessor's silver fire.

The moonfire, as thick as cream, flowed out bit by bit. Emilia held the confessor and activated her special senses.

The magic begins.

A tangled mass of metal flowed slowly through countless gaps under his command, finding its way into every inch of space it could find.

This was a job that was almost like packing. He had to slowly adjust this messy, full pile of metal into the tiny gaps around it to make the required space.

When outlining runes on the surface of a substance, the technique used is almost like carving, carving grooves into the surface. However, inside the substance, the method used is exactly the opposite.

He needed to adjust the metal to the outside, leaving a tiny space inside the blade, while at the same time trying not to seriously damage the structure of the sword, so as not to turn it into a completely unusable ceremonial object.

Moonfire is essential for drawing the Moon Rune. Without the Goddess's permission, even if one uses various methods to obtain the Moon Rune drawing method, the result will be nothing but a meaningless pattern.

Even if you obtain the Moonfire, if you don't receive the Moon God's approval, it will dissipate into smoke mid-flight. Any attempt to take shortcuts is meaningless.

However, at this moment, Yuehuo was inevitably a little too proactive.

The Confessor displayed an affinity for magic that even shocked Emiya. Moonfire seeped into the sword's hilt almost unimpeded. A vast amount of moonfire, almost exhaustively, coursed through the countless paths of the blade. In just a few breaths, the moon rune Emiya had carved was completely filled with moonfire.

Now, all the necessary prerequisites are complete.

Because the Moonfire is more of a blessing from some god than a magical item, activating it doesn't require an arcane spell, but rather a prayer praising Selûne.

Emilia lowered his head and softly recited the hymn that Eswhite had once taught him: "Praise the only pure white of the night, Lady of Silver, Goddess of the Moon, the original light, mortal enemy of darkness."

Amid the praises, Yuehuo became silent.

More and more moonfire condensed within the rune, making it more solid, almost like a physical entity. The moon rune and the dark rune didn't touch, but they echoed each other from afar, encircling the silver fire in the center.

Like a mother shielding her child from the wind.

Emilia, holding the Confessor in her hand, also entered the wonderful state of magical vision again.

The world fades, only the Internet and the flames are still dancing.

But this time, he was no longer alone.

The silver sea of ​​fire danced in the wind, like a sea of ​​snow-white flowers.

And in front of him, in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, a young girl was lying quietly on his knees, curled up as if in the womb, with her eyes closed.

She looked to be only about sixteen years old, with soft silver hair as bright as moonlight covering her entire body.

However, this state of vision disappeared again, as if what he had just seen was just an illusion.

There was only a penitent lying on his knees, not a girl.

When he regained consciousness, the female druid was standing before him. Fenwe didn't dare make any obvious movements, fearing disturbing him. Only after Emiya's eyes cleared did she breathe a sigh of relief. "Is it all right? Is it all right? Your aura just now was a bit scary."

Emiya nodded. "Perhaps we can try to sacrifice the Confessor again tonight. Of course, the cause of that glowing phenomenon is unknown, and it's entirely possible it will reappear. We still need to make some preparations."

At this point, he hesitated for a moment, but still told what he had just seen: "...Also, I seemed to see a teenage girl in the sword."

"......?" After confirming once again that he had heard correctly, Fenwei lowered his head silently, glanced at his plump chest, and sighed sincerely.

"I see. You like younger ones, so there's no hope for me."

"Where were you thinking?! That's not a sexual fantasy!"

Thirty-two Blood-drinking Black Vine

The job was done. Just as Emilia was about to stand up, her legs went numb and she nearly fell to the ground. The Confessor also rolled to the ground due to the accident.

Emiya gasped: "——What time is it now?"

At this moment, Fenwei was the only one in the tree house, and the roaring outside the house had also stopped.