Equipment Printing School Mage
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——The three of them actually partied all night long… maybe even more than one night!
God knows what time it is now!
He couldn't even remember the days and nights he'd been drinking. He'd indulged himself in sensual pleasures while completely intoxicated, with no sense of time.
If ordinary people can do it for a day, considering their extraordinary physique that can get tens of thousands of people drunk... maybe it could take a month?
All kinds of thoughts came flooding in like a tide, and even Emiya had the idea of escaping from reality.
——If this is a dream, you’d better wake up quickly.
But soon, Fenwei also woke up vaguely.
Miss Druid didn't even open her eyes, but she moved up along his neck with great skill and kissed him on the cheek.
And Emilia, in a more familiar way, kissed him back before he could react.
When their lips parted, Fenwei vaguely realized that Emilia's hand was passing through the ravine and resting on her waist, making her feel itchy and hot all over.
"……Why?"
The Archdruid muttered in confusion.
What happened?
It’s not so much that she doesn’t know, but rather that she doesn’t dare to know.
She opened her mouth, not daring to say a word—but still unwilling to let go of Emilia's hand.
"Hmm...Emmya, let's do it again..." Elastri blinked her eyes and finally woke up. She leaned forward subconsciously, but her feet slipped and she almost fell into the pool.
"……what."
She blinked, and her unfocused eyes began to return to normal.
There were three people, and no one was willing to speak.
Ruined.
They all came to the same conclusion.
Whatever the reason, regardless of whether they were responsible or not, regardless of how joyful everyone else's post-war celebrations were—their world was about to end.
The relationships between men and women in their team are not chaotic, and their lifestyle can even be described as ascetic in Faerun.
But all of this was completely ruined after this madness.
Although Feren is open-minded, sharing his lover with others is not considered a normal sexual fetish.
The color slowly drained from Elastrid's face, her already fair skin turning incredibly pale. She spoke in a tone of despair, "...When I return, I'll voluntarily apply to leave the team."
Fenwei is an archdruid by profession. Although they often fight side by side, she is not a permanent member of the team...but she is the only priest in the team.
It is precisely because of this that the problem is particularly serious.
There are only two possible outcomes for something like this: either Emiya and Yin quit the team, or she quits the team.
However, Emiya and Yin are obviously the absolute core of the team, so she is the only one who can quit the team.
And Fenwei slowly loosened his hand: "...What have I done..."
For Fenway, the timing of this indulgence could not have been worse.
If this indulgence occurred before Emiya and Yin confirmed their relationship, it would be so common in Faerun that it would not be worth mentioning.
If it happened today, the problem would be much more serious.
Ruined.
The two women who already knew Yin's identity came to the same conclusion.
Fenwei began to try hard to recall the details, trying to figure out what had happened. Soon, her face became more and more ugly: "...Emiya, didn't I say a lot of crazy things before? Something like prying into Yin's corner?"
Emiya remained silent and just nodded very slowly.
Fenwe fell silent, slowly transformed into a fish, and immersed himself in the water.
The air outside was so cold that she couldn't stand it.
At this point, Emiya said calmly, "I will take responsibility for this matter - I will quit the team when I return."
"......?" Elastrid and Fenwë couldn't believe their ears and objected in unison, "No! What nonsense are you talking about?"
Elaster's face flushed red: "You are the captain, how can the captain quit the team?!"
"No, I just feel like maybe I've never really known her." Emilia's voice was quite depressed. "We've been drugged."
"……Huh?!"
The two men, who were originally heartbroken at the news, were shocked, but then they relaxed almost as if they had survived the gallows.
If this absurd thing didn't happen on impulse, then it would be easy to explain—there's still room for maneuver.
However, Emilia immediately revealed the earth-shattering secret: "The love potion among us was put there by Mystril."
"Who? Who are you talking about?! What did you say?!" This shocking news made the two of them almost unable to believe their ears, "Why?!"
But immediately, they knew that Emilia couldn't be lying.
When they were in Asgard and were forced to drink, the three goddesses did not help them, but they did not leave either.
Giving their voters love drugs, especially when some of them are already in relationships... This is simply a serious frame-up.
This kind of frame-up couldn't be done under the watchful eyes of the gods. Not to mention that they had only been chosen for less than ten days!
But this still happened - there is only one answer: it was tacitly approved by the gods, or even promoted by the gods themselves.
"Because Mystril clearly said she didn't love me, but I kept pestering her, and she was fed up—even though I was actually just refusing to give up and hadn't taken any action yet." Emilia said sullenly, "So she just fed us medicine to stop me from bothering her."
This time, Elastrid and Fenwë did not respond. They looked at each other in astonishment, and then turned their heads to the side at the same time to avoid being seen with the joy on their faces.
They tried hard to control their expressions: "... Doesn't that make leaving the team even more unreasonable?"
"No, I just realized that maybe our personalities weren't compatible, and we were just barely tolerating each other. So-called love might just be my wishful thinking—after all, I don't understand her way of thinking." Emilia said in a tone that was almost heartbroken. "My development and talent for the arcane aren't unlimited. I've always felt I wasn't a genius in the arcane, so her interest in me was already coming to an end. Rather than wait until that day, it's better to end it now."
Perhaps Freya was right. His feelings for Yin weren't that crazy. Ending the relationship wasn't an unacceptable option for him.
Indulgence is only superficial.
The real problem was that all his plans for the future were ruined.
He and Yin had only been dating for less than two months, and he had already done something like this - even though it was clear that a silver-haired girl was the culprit behind this incident.
He had no idea what the future would hold—but it was undoubtedly a blur of gray, which made him completely unable to be optimistic.
Could he and Yin go all the way to the end? He had no confidence at all now.
Did that Demon Net Goddess really understand love? He couldn't believe it now.
But Fenwë and Alaster didn't want to see him getting stuck in a rut like this—
Elastrid shook his arm. "You're being too radical. Don't make decisions so lightly on such important matters."
"Between Yin and me, I've been favored almost unilaterally. Any punishment she wants to give me is my own fault. But you're different!" Fenwei gritted his teeth. "You've been the one who helped Yin through the most difficult times along the way. Now she's only a few steps away from recovering to her full potential, and you're going to leave alone? There's no such thing in this world! I'd say the same thing even in front of Yin!"
Emiya didn't answer the question, but murmured, "Let's finish our work here as soon as possible and go back... I'll take you back to your room. It's better not to make this matter public, right?"
At this moment, Elastrid slowly approached him, laid on his chest, and said, "I won't."
Her voice was filled with a sweet, self-deprecating tone: "It's come to this, let's just do it again."
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Now, nearly ten days have passed since the end of the promotion battle.
Generally speaking, the length of the rest day after the promotion battle is uncertain, and it depends almost entirely on the habits of all parties.
In the past, the promotion battle was pure torture for the Heroic Spirits. They were eager to end their rest as soon as possible and return to their favorite 1v1 fights.
But this time is different - after countless years, the Heroic Spirit finally has the opportunity to rightfully and completely crush the Wild Hunt. This is a day truly worth celebrating.
So much so that in the past few days, Asgard has almost completely indulged in wine and sex. This world, which was once famous for endless battles to the death, seems to have moved to a wild and unrestrained wilderness, with nothing but drinking and indulgence.
The four elves who tried to ambush Emya and her group waited patiently outside Asgard.
They have not yet avenged the shame of their crushing defeat!
The slightest grudge would be avenged. And what's more, this was a humiliating defeat that even the proud sons of God had never experienced before?!
"Now, our Lord Corellon and the God-Queen Angrith have both gone to Arvandor, singing and dancing along the way. They have also pulled out a branch from Yggdrasil, opening a path from the World Tree to the Argonauts. We also saw that the three Faerûn gods also followed this path to the Argonauts—"
"Meanwhile, that group of bastards hasn't appeared yet," Rainbow said murderously. "There's a chance they're alone. This will be our last chance for revenge."
If they were killed on Yggdrasil, they would resurrect after a day. How could such a massacre relieve their hatred?
If we want to take action, we must do so outside Avando's door, in the wild wilderness.
Rainbow turned her head and said to the thousand Wild Hunt... or former Wild Hunt cavalrymen who were silent behind her, "Right now, they are probably completely unaware of the outside world. They might even be drunk and still not sober. If you want revenge, your only option is to ambush them in the Wilderness in the next few days.
"Take action!"
After hearing the elves' orders, the Wild Hunt mechanically drew their weapons and said, "Revenge..."
The light of high-level magic on their bodies pulled their movements like the silk strings of a puppet, suppressing them from heading towards the unrestrained wilderness.
Looking at her subordinates, Rainbow said calmly, "The bait is ready. Next, we should prepare for Ascension."
Fifty-one Infinity Sword (Part 1)
"Humanoids are lame."
Miss Gelong, completely oblivious to the situation, devoured the delicious food at the Heroes' Banquet while pointing fingers at her three teammates: "I only slept for seven days! And you haven't left the house for a full two weeks!"
Ultimately, neither Fenwë nor Elastrid had any intention of backtracking on their relationship or pretending nothing had happened.
Although the three of them had never done anything beyond the rules before, once that thin layer of window paper was broken, things got out of control.
However, making this delicate or even terrible relationship fully public is another matter.
Emilia had to admit such a cruel reality: without any psychological preparation, he had become a man who was playing three women at the same time and could not move.
Emilia and the other two still didn't have enough courage to confront others, so they quietly returned to their room before leaving.
——Although, it is foreseeable that in the future, Alestria and Fenwe will definitely look for any possible opportunity to sneak into his room.
Maybe he should even... give something in return... in return.
Just thinking about all this mess made him lose his appetite, and he didn't respond to Sig's boasting.
Normally, this is so commonplace within the team that it's nothing to be concerned about.
But the problem was that there were too many people who were silent today. Elastrid, who should have been very interested in this kind of topic, also maintained a silence similar to Emilia's.
The bard's voice had stopped at some point. She was now staring at her companion with suspicion and scrutiny.
The poet lady stood up and placed her hands on the square table at the Heroes' Banquet: "...something's wrong."
"What...something's wrong." Elaster, who was sipping juice with her eyes wandering around, shuddered unconsciously and realized that her silence was a little unusual.
"The atmosphere isn't right..." Sig frowned. "We just completed a thrilling three-game winning streak and got most of Asgard drunk... Shouldn't we be celebrating right now? What's with this worried atmosphere?"
"..." Emiya finally raised her head and took over the topic, "Because of dissatisfaction. A certain goddess threw us into a crowd of over a million people, patted our butts and left... Xige, where are the three goddesses now?"
"They went to the Unfettered Wilds... No, don't change the subject!" Sig suddenly became alert when Emilia least wanted her to work. She jumped half a leg onto the table and slammed it. "What happened in the past two weeks? I woke up in two or three days! What took you so long?"
What happened in the past half month...that was something that could never be told to Sig.
Emiya could only force herself to change the subject: "Because some goddesses are very irresponsible! If they wanted us to wake up earlier, we would have woken up earlier."
"It really is."
Sig's nose twitched, and he sat back in his original position seemingly casually, as if he was persuaded by Emiya.
Then, she said calmly, "...Emiya, you probably haven't interacted with normal women much."
"..." After a brief silence, Emiya finally raised her head and could only retort, "Does Yin know that you are slandering her behind her back?"
The poet suddenly raised his glass and slammed it on the table, shouting, "You're having a party without me?!"
He could only pray that Sig was deceiving him. Luckily, the goddesses still had a final twist: Sig, as a dragon, was the same age as Emiya. In other words, her relative age was around 14, or even younger.
She then spoke in a flowery manner, but by dragon standards, Sig was just a teenager, just barely out of the realm of brat.
But unfortunately, the three people present had not spent as much time in the market as Sig alone.
"Pfft—cough cough cough cough." Elastri and Fenwe were caught off guard by Sig's trick and immediately coughed up all the juice in their mouths. Only Emilia managed to keep her expression unchanged: "What are you talking about?"
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