Equipment Printing School Mage

Changye raised his feet, which were made of thick roots, and stepped on the earth in turn, but did not receive any feedback from the earth.

No vibration, no sound.

This absolute silence is the effect of the spell Silence.

As for footprints... there's no way to track them in this holy place where so many people come and go.

Emilia waved goodbye to Mars and Fenwe - he himself was now silenced.

In the next operation, Fenwe will go to the top of the Holy Oak to hide and ensure safety. Mars will follow behind the two trees in case of unexpected situations, such as Emilia being inexplicably killed by the silence spell of his teammates.

Of course, an accident happened immediately - while Emilia was unable to speak out to resist, Fenwei pinched his face as fast as the wind, then turned around and ran away.

"..." Emilia could only respond with an extremely aggressive gesture towards her back with an expressionless face.

Next, it was completely Emiya's turn.

He reached out and lifted the Confessor up—his right hand gripping the hilt, his left surrounding the silver flame.

Just as he expected—the world began to fade, and a strange filter was added to his vision.

Only a thin surface layer of matter remained, allowing Emia to be aware of its existence, but all details on the surface had almost completely disappeared.

In its place is a silver network that flows to every corner of the world.

The webs on Mars himself were denser than those on the two tree people. And the webs on the tree people were far richer than those tiny creatures lurking under the fallen leaves.

What is this silver network that looks like silk threads and flames? Although there is no evidence yet, if Emilia had to guess, he would say that this is most likely a magic network.

The magic network is what makes the world of Toril different from other worlds - this is one of the common senses of the world taught by his teacher.

Emiya is in another world at the moment, but that doesn't mean that this planet called Toril is an isolated world - on the contrary, Toril has developed transportation in terms of magic and planes.

But even so, the abundance of magic in this material world is extraordinary.

Hollowhorn is a Ursine village, which is quite rare, but a village church with a spellcasting cleric is not uncommon in Faerûn.

In a forest, there is a druid circle of more than ten people, and this scale of circle is even considered immature among many circles, which is even more evident.

Magic might not be widespread in Faerun yet, and it was still a power beyond the reach of many ordinary people, but it was definitely not rare.

According to his mentor, this is the power of the Demonic Weave - to tame the violent magic and allow more mortals to come into contact with the mystery of magic.

But why can the silver flame in the Confessor give him ley line vision?

He didn't want to think too much.

But no matter which possibility it is, it proves that there is a huge secret hidden behind the Confessor, and it is definitely not as simple as an ordinary sword.

...At the same time, it also shows that his teacher is definitely not an ordinary magician.

But no matter what, the various characteristics of the Confessor will help Emilia leave the Sharptooth Forest alive.

In the vision of the magic network, the holy land of the Sharptooth Forest has turned into a sea of ​​silver flames.

What he was looking for was the most lush spot in the sea of ​​fire.

This matter is unexpectedly simple.

—In the middle of the line joining the sacred oak and the sacred beech.

Perhaps, the most luxuriant trees in the holy land are oak and beech, and victory or defeat only exists between the caretakers of these two trees, which is inevitable.

After knowing exactly what she was looking for, Emiya found her target almost immediately.

It is the place with the most luxuriant magic web in the entire forest and the origin of the magic web in the entire area.

It is the [anchor point] of the magic network.

Somehow, Emiya found the word in her mind almost immediately.

Emiya led the two tree people to the anchor point, and then lowered the sword.

This is where the magic web is most densely populated. When the magic web is activated, walking in the holy land becomes an extremely challenging task.

It is more like strolling through a mountain pass filled with lava than walking through a sea of ​​fire and swords.

Even he really didn't want to lower his head at this moment - he couldn't enjoy the feeling of powerlessness when the silver fire that covered the sky and filled his vision.

Changzhi and Cuoye immediately understood, stood beside Emilia, and began to set up the magic circle.

And it was also the first time that Emilia understood the true meaning of [Offering] within the vision of the magic network.

The two treemen, Longbranch and Thickleaf, were not merely Fenwë's guards. They were the very core of the magic circle, their barks already engraved with numerous runes.

The tree people lowered their arms, made of branches and vines, and used them to place the grass seeds hidden within them into the leaf-strewn soil. From their large, cracked mouths, a low, thunderous chant echoed.

Then, Emiya saw that the magic web anchor in the earth jumped slightly.

The next second, the grass seeds that had just entered the soil immediately broke through the soil. Almost instantly, the broken leaves on the ground were pushed aside by the sprouting stems and leaves. Tender green branches emerged from the sides of the stems one by one. After just a few shakes, the bushes were covered with new green leaves.

The veins of the green leaves seemed like some strange runes, and together with the tree people surrounding them on both sides, they formed a [magic circle].

Emiya saw that the magic circle pulled the magic net in the earth like a sea of ​​fire, extending towards the direction of the sacred oak tree, and slowly connected with the sacred tree that Fenwei had been supporting.

Next comes the final step.

Looking at more and more vines climbing up the bushes and covering the tree man's body, almost completely sealing the magic circle, Emiya took a deep breath.

In this way, even if the Confessor erupts in any strong reaction, it should be completely blocked by the impenetrable stems and leaves.

All he had to do was connect the silver fire in the sword with this anchor point.

Previously, Fenwei did not understand the true nature of the Confessor. The Confessor merely used the magic web he carried to slightly stimulate the magic web of the holy land, making it more active.

If his guess was correct, this time, the growth of the Holy Oak might easily put to waste the painstaking planning of the Kha'ha faction for many days.

Then, the Confessor fell into the earth with the silver fire in his sword.

——If I had to describe what happened next.

That is, pouring Arctic glaciers into an ocean of boiling oil.

On this night, although the magic web was lush, it was quiet.

But the moment the penitent entered the earth, the active volcano erupted.

The sea of ​​fire that covered the sky and the sun trembled slightly, and then, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, the magic net of the entire holy land roared towards the same direction at the same time.

By the time Emiya realized that the situation was beyond her expectations, it was too late.

"Wait--"

He wanted to pull up the Confessor almost as a conditioned reflex. Before that, the magic net in the holy land had been completely connected with the Confessor.

Afterwards, not to mention the magic net in the holy land, even the magic power in his own body began to resonate slightly.

The silver networks all vibrated in unison—they were no longer the threads weaving the world, but the most powerful flames.

And Emilia stood in the center of this sea of ​​fire.

Within the magic network's vision, the entire world had turned a blazing white. The glare was so blinding that it completely exceeded his tolerance. Although it was only the light of magic, it made his head buzz.

Under the stimulation of the magic network, the dark runes and moon runes in the Confessor were aroused more violently than ever before, and the conflict that Emilia had worried about broke out at this moment.

The moonlight and darkness exploded almost at the same time, fighting each other with the momentum to smash each other to pieces.

And at this moment, the magic web surged into the sword edge and squeezed into the center of the battlefield between light and darkness.

During this process, the girl-like image became more and more lifelike.

But that was no longer something Emiya could focus on——

At this moment, he had clearly released the hilt of the sword, but the Confessor's radiance did not stop at all.

The unusual glowing phenomenon reappeared, and its intensity was several times more exaggerated than last time. If the tree people hadn't deliberately taken measures to prevent light from spreading, the entire forest would have exploded again.

However, this time, he was a little too close to the Confessor. Even though he had closed his eyes, the brilliant light easily soaked through his vision, dyeing his vision pure white.

After an unknown amount of time, the magical storm finally subsided.

As a mage, Emilia did not feel any sense of power at all. She only felt extremely tired, as if she was going to meet the god of death today.

What was even worse was that his arms felt so heavy at the moment that he could hardly lift them.

But fortunately, the glory finally ended.

Emya sighed—I hope Hollyoak actually benefited from this.

He opened his eyes and was greeted by a pure silver light.

His arms were heavy, and rightly so, for in them lay a person fast asleep.

It was a young girl - she looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her height only reached Emilia's chest.

Although the magic circle should be completely dark at this moment, the girl's fair skin was covered with a faint silver light for some reason, illuminating her body.

She had long silver hair that reached her waist. Although she was still asleep, if Emiya were to describe her appearance, it could only be described as perfect.

Everyone has different aesthetic tastes, but from a human perspective, she is perfect - she may not be the most beautiful girl in the world, but no one can deny her stunning beauty.

She is the flame sleeping in the sword's edge.

Emiya blinked, and started her completely shut-down brain back into action, sorting out the current situation.

Then, he looked at the girl in his arms and gasped.

He originally firmly believed that his teacher was a gentleman.

But he had to doubt it now.

Thirty-four days after tomorrow

"Huh...huh..."

Emiya wanted to convince himself that his brain was simply washed away by the huge amount of magic power and he was now a little unclear.

Otherwise, how could such non-magical things happen in this world!

No matter what, connecting the sword to the magic network would give birth to a beautiful girl - none of the theories he had learned mentioned this bizarre phenomenon!

The boiling of the magic network has completely stopped, as if the magic torrent that was like a volcanic eruption just now was just an illusion.

Emiya blinked hard, hoping it was just her illusion, and that the numbness in her arms was just a side effect of the magic impact.

But the girl's breathing was clearly audible, and it was obvious that she was sleeping very soundly.

And her weight is well within the range for a woman of this size.

All signs told him mercilessly that she was a living young woman, not an illusion, nor a random magical phenomenon.

At this moment, the long branch standing outside him exclaimed sincerely: "Amazing! Mr. Emiya! Did you see that?! The Holy Oak just exploded with amazing growth! The roots it broke in the process collapsed onto my face!"

"If this trend continues, it's only a matter of time before Lord Fenwei wins! Beneath your exterior lies wisdom and strength that belies your age!"

But the tree man's flattery couldn't make Emilia happy at all.

I was already worried that I was a terrible mage, and now I'm becoming more and more convinced of it.

Cuo Ye said in a muffled voice, "Mr. Emiya, are you leaving now? This magic circle probably doesn't have enough space. If someone stays in there for too long, they might run out of oxygen. Of course, it's only been a dozen minutes, so it shouldn't be that serious."

More than ten minutes have passed.

Emiya sighed leisurely: "...Please let me go. I have encountered a little accident here and I urgently need advice and help."

Although he didn't think anyone he knew could really help...perhaps Elminster could be considered one? But with such a busy man, just meeting him once was already a blessing. Emilia didn't think there would be a chance of them meeting again in the future.

"what?!"

This answer frightened the two tree people, and they immediately raised their hands and cleared a path for Emiya to escape among the vines.

With the most unrealistic fantasy, Emilia looked down again.

The girl was still in his arms... She even subconsciously wrapped her arms around him. His left arm could even feel the soft touch of the girl's cheek.

Otherwise, I'd better believe in God. Emilia was almost in tears.

In this situation, I don’t even know who to pray to for help!

But no matter what, he still had to face reality.

He walked out of the magic circle slowly with heavy steps. Opposite him was the Mystra Paladin who was on high alert to prevent any accidents.

And just as Emiya thought, Mars first looked at Emiya's face seriously, and after making sure that there were no burns on his face, he began to move his gaze downwards.

Then, the paladin's facial expression collapsed at an unimaginable speed.