Equipment Printing School Mage

"...One." Mars frowned, turned the sword in front of him, and said to the remaining two, "Then, it's you. Then, I might still have time to rush back to the Holy Land."

Todd was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Moonsong has been unlucky since he was a child. I didn't expect that after all these years, he hasn't changed at all. But big talk is just big talk after all. If you turn around and run now, maybe..."

At this moment, a tired and calm voice slowly sounded from behind them: "Then I can probably make fun of him for the rest of my life."

The hobgoblin leader hadn't reacted yet, and Todd was shocked.

He will never forget that voice in his life.

It was the calm voice of a young man in a white robe.

He almost immediately took off running. But at that moment, amidst the dull roar of the wind, a heavy object streaked across the sky. With a sinister fury, it struck Todd hard, throwing the recently rescued pastor high into the air.

It turned out to be a dead wolf.

The earth goblin leader was shocked and no longer cared about others. He drove his wolves to flee madly to the outside.

However, what came towards him was a flying lumberjack axe. The earth goblin leader had no time to dodge and his head was easily torn apart by the axe. Only the remaining body continued to rush forward with the wolf.

A tall, brown-haired bear-man had appeared in front of the warg at some point, mercilessly grasping its muzzle and delivering a heavy blow to its neck, completely paralyzing the last of the monsters. Afterwards, the bear-man looked around and transformed back into the appearance of a white-haired old man.

The battle is completely over.

The tree man's unique slow voice came from afar: "Long Branch, you are indeed smarter than me! Although the body of the wolf is still too light, it is still enough to hit people with it!"

"Chou Ye, be gentle! Don't hit me! I'm helping the wounded now!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Emiya, I didn't mean to..."

Emiya's face was grimacing with pain, but she still said, "It doesn't matter. I'm almost dead anyway, so one more shot or one less shot won't make much difference."

At this moment, Emilia's appearance here is enough to explain everything.

After confirming that he was finally safe, Mars' legs went limp and he suddenly supported himself on the ground with his half-sword, thus avoiding the ugly scene of falling to the ground.

The wizard who was supposed to be in the Holy Land of the Sharptooth Forest was now staggering towards him, supported by a tree man.

However, it was hard to say who was worse off between the two - half of the wizard's white robe was burned, and the right half of his body was almost exposed.

Of course, there was only one reason to expose the body - it was covered with horrifying charred skin, with only a small part of it being new pink flesh.

Mars took a breath, and just in case, he looked at his teammates and asked, "Next, are we going to run away or celebrate?"

If they had escaped to the Corner of the Hollow, they would have had to immediately flee out of the forest with their broken bodies.

Emiya tried to even her breathing. "Korhal is dead. The battle went better than I expected. As for us, the werewolves of the Red Moon were very agile and retreated without much fighting. As for the other hobgoblin cavalry, Fenwë and his druids are capturing them alive."

A large rock fell, and Mars sat on the ground, breathing deeply. He asked curiously, "You look miserable. Why is half of your body black? And it smells like burning?"

Because of the damage caused by the Death Cloud, Mars' voice was extremely hoarse.

Emiya replied, "If you were targeted by a red dragon's breath and luckily dodged most of it and took timely protection, then you would be like me, with only part of your body burned."

If one of the two defenses mentioned above had failed, he would probably have died at the time - the red dragon's breath and the molten iron in the steel mill are probably not much different.

"Then why is the remaining half red?"

“Because of the flourishing vitality.”

Emiya sighed, her face twitching as the wound was disturbed. "The druid's treatment hasn't fully taken effect yet, so this is all that's regenerated. It should be completely scabbed over tomorrow... or this morning."

After confirming the success, Emilia gasped and insisted on sending a message to someone: "Mr. Apodale, we have won. Please wait in the ring. We will return later."

Wolves and bears tear each other apart, flames ignite the night, and the moon and light are the only sharp weapons.

Darkness can only be escaped once, and the long time becomes a rope to hang oneself.

The Holy Avenger arrived late, and the sun had already risen on its own.

Emiya sighed.

Everything is going according to the prophecy. Should he be happy or afraid of the power of the Time Mage?

Error correction and leave

First, a reader pointed out that Absorb Elemental doesn't work against poison damage. They're right. I had the impression this was a problem, but it wasn't mentioned in the spell description. I couldn't recall where I found it last night, but I took a second look today and realized it was somewhere near the spell's release timing. Damn! I'll change it in the previous chapter to absorb the ice damage from Ice Storm, so it doesn't affect the plot.

Also, the Dell computer I saved up so much for suddenly started to implode for some reason. When I plugged in a Logitech mouse, the mouse cursor wouldn't move, and neither would the touchpad! The left and right buttons still worked, though. The worst part is, the cursor worked when I first started it up, but then it stopped working after a while. I'm probably going to be dealing with this all day, so I probably won't be updating.

Epilogue of Chapter 52 (I) Silver's First Day

"hiss…………!"

The most painful part of a workout is waking up the next day, and the most torturous part of a fight can also be recovery.

Especially when you were unfortunately seriously injured in the previous battle.

The good news is that in Faerun, if you can afford medical treatment, you don't have to spend a hundred days in rehabilitation like you would on Earth.

The bad news is that in Faerun, divine magic only deals with healing, not the recipient's mental health—clerics and druids never use anesthetics.

So, if you're hurt really badly, you'd better grit your teeth...the worst of the pain is yet to come.

And Emilia, as a survivor of the Red Dragon's Breath, is receiving complete treatment.

Even though he had just been seriously injured in the battle, he had no time to recover. They had to rush to the Hollow Corner immediately, and fortunately, they moved quickly enough.

The werewolves of the Red Moon Group were clearly qualified mercenaries—they only did what they were paid. If they didn't get the deposit, they could just run away.

Werewolves and bearmen, although both are beastmen, are completely opposite in their stances and are the two most famous representatives of good beastmen and evil beastmen.

However, these two races were not actually enemies of each other. The reason was simple.

Neither of their races was afraid of non-silver, non-magical weapons. Furthermore, their sharp teeth and claws were not magical.

So, they... can hardly break each other's defenses.

Even if they were to fight, it would probably end up as a ground fight, with both sides attempting to strangle each other. And in a competition that was almost entirely based on strength and weight, werewolves really had no chance of winning.

So after the Red Moon Group realized that the so-called civilians were actually a group of beastmen, they uttered a few harsh words and immediately turned around and ran away.

The other earth elf cavalry naturally failed to receive this news in time, and their ending... needless to say.

After Mars successfully tied down all the spellcasters among the attackers, their two-person team successfully accomplished an achievement worthy of boasting.

Except for the two of them and Fenwei who were injured, everyone else was unharmed.

But both of them were seriously injured.

"If you can't stand it, just tell me and I'll stop." Fenwei stopped applying the ointment with a look of reluctance on her face, as if she was the one in pain.

Emiya tilted her head and exhaled: "I didn't say I couldn't stand it."

"Oh, you're still pretty stubborn." Fenwei unhappily increased the speed of applying the medicine. The tingling mixed with the severe pain immediately increased the intensity of the treatment by several levels, and cold sweat broke out on Emilia's forehead.

Dark blood scabs quickly accumulated on Emilia's body, which also meant that his flesh and blood were recovering quickly.

After persisting for a while, Emilia finally decided to divert attention: "How is your injury?"

"That's a bit disrespectful, Mr. Emya. If the Chief Druid can't heal my minor injuries, I might as well abdicate now to avoid making the other druids of the circle laugh to death."

Fenwei applied a little force on his hand in annoyance, successfully making Emilia's face turn blue.

When the ointment was applied, Fenwei looked it over with satisfaction and took out a pitcher from the corner of the tree house: "Close your eyes."

"what is this?"

"This spring water only flows from well-developed sacred forests that have absorbed considerable magical energy from the world. Bathing directly in the spring water can cure even serious illnesses. For external injuries, simply washing in it is more than enough. Okay, close your eyes."

The clear and warm spring water flowed slowly down, and under the gentle scrubbing of the new chief druid, the blood scab finally fell off slowly, revealing the skin underneath that had recovered to its original state.

Fenwei scrubbed her so meticulously that she seemed almost reluctant to leave. The treatment, which should have taken no time at all, dragged on for a long time. After a long while, Emilia finally couldn't help but open her eyes. "Miss Fenwei...?"

As soon as he said this, the head druid shrank back as if she had been electrocuted. She instantly put the rag soaked with spring water back behind her, coughed lightly, and her cheeks had turned red without her knowing when. "Ah, anyway, it's cured."

"Your face is a little red."

Fenwei fanned the air with his hands. "Perhaps it's because the power within the Holy Spring is too abundant. The magic web is truly amazing."

She coughed lightly and stood up. "Anyway, anyway, you should have recovered by now. Then I have to fulfill my responsibilities as Chief Druid—the Holy Land has been messed up by Korhal. Please allow me to take my leave!"

Fenwei almost ran out of his tree house and disappeared in a flash.

Emiya opened her mouth, but could only look at her upper body, sighed, and went to get her change of clothes.

It was already the next morning. Due to the torture of the burns, he had hardly slept, and now he was exhausted and sleepy, making him not in the best condition.

Thinking of this, Emiya's eyes turned to the corner of the room.

There, in Silver's hut, was the mage's room. Her lifestyle was rather irregular. But asking a time mage to go to bed and get up early was itself somewhat bizarre.

The wonderful feeling of linen rubbing against her new skin made Emilia frown constantly, but no matter what, this should be the last time she would endure the torture.

After Korha's rampage, the once dark holy land saw a rare glimmer of light.

The sacred trees that once obscured the sun had been severely damaged in last night's battle, leaving gaps between their branches. For the first time in years, sunlight streamed freely into the deep forest, and Emiya's own mood brightened considerably.

But anyway, it's almost breakfast time now.

However, just as she approached Yin's cabin, Emiya had a very bad feeling in her heart.

He prayed that this morning would go smoothly and asked softly, "Miss Yin? Are you awake?"

After a slight rustling sound, Yin poked his head out from the opaque wizard's hut. "Are you the one who cast this... extremely excellent protective shield?"

This ominous way of asking the question immediately set off alarm bells in Emiya's heart: "...Yes, so?"

"Okay, I have four questions." Yin waved his hand.

"Who is Yin, who is that female druid, who are you, and where am I?"

Emilia felt that her body, which had just recovered, was once again washed away by the torrent of time.

I knew it!

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"Unbelievable." Yin's attitude was more serious and earnest than ever before, but this only made Emiya feel...unspeakable torture.

The fight is already over, and you're just taking this stance.

Yin tapped his forehead. "But what you said does align with my current state. It's strange, my body seems to be fine, but I also feel..."

Yin had already walked out of the wizard's hut, wearing the clothes that Emilia had urgently made for her yesterday.

There was an expression on his face that was unfamiliar to Emiya.

"...It's very strange. I feel like the world has never been so...deadly silent." She rubbed her ears painfully, "But my hearing is perfectly normal, so what exactly is this feeling? It's not torture, but it's too...lonely."

It would be more natural to say that Yin feels lonely.

The world she knew no longer existed, and what she once wanted to fight for may have lost its meaning, and she even forgot what she had forgotten.

I don’t know where I come from, why I am here, or where I am going.

Emiya was silent for a moment.

When he first came into this world, he also fell into such despair.

No, in fact, even when he was on Earth, his life could be described as confused.

Emiya sighed and took the Confessor out of the dimensional hole: "So, Miss Silver, do you remember this sword? You emerged from this sword."

"...Hmm?" Yin massaged his brow in annoyance. "How should I put it...it feels very ordinary."

Emiya opened her mouth in astonishment: "Very... ordinary?"

Emiya had never seen such crystal-like metal before. Regardless, this sword couldn't be called ordinary.

Yin murmured, "It's not that this sword is bad... It's just that there are many similar swords. So I don't have any special impression. Although I really can't remember any relevant details, but that's the feeling."

Emiya sighed.

Thinking about having to recount the events of the past few days to someone he had just met, he felt so embarrassed that his hair stood on end.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to pretend that nothing had happened and just treat it as if they were meeting for the first time.

When Yin spoke, his voice was empty and disembodied.

It was as if she didn't exist here, and the answer to his question was just the last echo of a soul.

Yin didn't have this overwhelming feeling of loneliness and desolation in the past two days.

Emiya shook her head: "Silver..."

"So, why do you call me Yin?" Yin frowned and stroked his hair.