Equipment Printing School Mage

Fenwei lowered his voice. "There's a red deer resting under the pine tree ahead. It's still alert, but it's still resting, so it's not as sharp as it is during the day. But we still need to control the volume. We may not be able to get any closer."

Emiya frowned: "The forest is full of fallen leaves."

It's the turn of summer and autumn, and the leaves haven't fallen yet. Unfortunately, this forest is so old. Some of these fallen leaves might be older than Emiya herself.

In such an environment, he didn't have the confidence to stay close silently.

Finwe adjusted his wings with his beak and gestured behind him: "—You can learn from your new teammates."

Behind him, Yin was now wearing a leaf robe similar to that of a druid... temporarily woven by Mr. Emiya of Lunya using the fibers of the leaves.

However, at this moment, she was floating barefoot in the air, following everyone slowly but silently.

Levitation is one of the few spells that this wizard lady of suspicious identity can cast now.

Emiya took a deep breath.

He had made a terrible fool of himself not long ago while floating, and he didn't think he could do much better now... If possible, he would rather use the fly spell.

Archery is the art of aiming the target with an imaginary bow. Drawing the bow to shoot an arrow is more of a process of constantly calibrating your body than aiming with the bow.

As long as you use the same bow, arrows with similar performance, and a similar body posture, the flight paths of the arrows should almost overlap.

On the contrary, if any of the above elements goes wrong, catastrophic consequences are likely to occur.

Using a completely unfamiliar bow and a mess of arrows, yet being able to hit the target from a hundred paces away from the start... that may not be due to being good at using the bow and arrow, but being good at using the law of cause and effect.

Unfortunately, when floating, he had to use a completely unfamiliar force posture, and even floated up and down uncontrollably in mid-air.

Thinking of the tragic scene when he was shot away again, a chill rushed from his forehead to his lumbar spine.

Being laughed at all day was the worst thing he could do - he really wasn't used to being embarrassed by the skill he was best at.

Thinking of this, Emiya gritted her teeth and said, "I'd better just stand here."

Fenwei almost laughed. She leaned against the side of Emilia's face and said, "Are you sure? There's a full thirty meters between here and that red deer."

"Isn't that just within the range of dark vision?" Emiya took a deep breath. "I think it's fine."

"Pfft, alright. I'll go clear a path for you."

Finally, Fenwei laughed out loud, obviously very happy with Emilia's embarrassing posture.

The druid transformed back into human form and whispered a few words to the plants. After a moment, the weeds and shrubs that stood between the red deer and Emya silently gave way with their drooping branches.

Finwe pointed at the elk and said, "Unlike humans, the head isn't the easiest part of an animal to hit... Their brains are much smaller than ours. If you want to kill them with one arrow, the easiest way is to aim for the chest and try to injure their lungs."

Emilia asked sullenly, "What about the harder ones?"

"...I don't mind you being so stubborn."

"answer me."

"Pfft, alright." Fenwei finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, but he forced himself to hold back. "—Of course it's the spine. The cervical vertebrae, the thoracic vertebrae... As long as you can penetrate its spine, it will immediately lose its ability to move. Of course, if it misses slightly, it will only suffer minor injuries that will barely affect its movement."

"……snort."

Emiya took a deep breath, pulled the arrow from the quiver, placed it on her left hand, and placed it on the bowstring. Standing sideways, she hooked the bowstring with three fingers and pulled the taut bowstring to her lips.

"call out."

After a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the arrow penetrated the flesh, and the elk let out a dull whine.

The sika deer, which was originally standing and resting, fell to the ground neatly.

An arrow had already accurately pierced its cervical vertebrae along its neck.

Mars was guarding the rear of the team at the moment, but he also heard the sound of the elk's heavy body weighing several hundred kilograms falling to the ground.

Fenwei stared blankly in that direction for a long time before finally reacting: "Ah?!"

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"I don't know."

The huge red deer disappeared in a flash and turned into a skewer of meat on the cooking pot.

Fires were still forbidden in the forest, but the druids had their own way—heating metal didn't necessarily require flames.

The metal bracket was now floating in the air. The originally silver metal almost glowed red under the effect of the druid's hot metal spell, and the plump creatures in the Sharptooth Forest had already begun to emit a faint aroma of meat.

But Mars and Fenwei are questioning their lives at this moment.

Mr. Emiya successfully regained his right to breathe.

As he sprinkled seasoning on the venison, he spoke slowly, "I've said it before, with a bow and arrow, even a little difference can make a big difference. It's like someone who is great with a sword doesn't necessarily mean they can swing a sword with their feet. Just because I can't hit someone while floating doesn't mean I can't hit them while standing normally."

"This is outrageous." However, this obviously failed to convince his companions. The paladin stared at the venison and kept repeating the same words, "This is outrageous."

Emiya shrugged, wrapped his hands with the broad leaves on the ground, removed an iron skewer, and handed the skewer to the only person he trusted: "Miss Yin, be careful of the burns."

However, although Yin had been staring at the venison for a long time, he seemed to have completely failed to follow Emiya's train of thought.

She casually picked up the nearly red-hot skewer, put the skewer to her mouth, and tried to take a bite: "What's so hot... I can't bite this meat!"

Emiya looked at her right hand in silence.

There it was in close contact with the hot iron skewer.

If it was him, there would probably be scorch marks where it touched.

But Yin didn't cry out in pain, and her hands didn't even tremble or turn red, as if the heat coming towards her didn't exist at all.

...Immune to fire. Or at least extremely resistant to it.

This was the only conclusion Emilia could come to.

He sighed, "...Maybe this elk is quite old. There's nothing we can do about it."

"You mean younger deer won't be so hard to bite?" Yin struggled with the venison for a while, but finally had to give up.

She thought for a moment and pointed at the venison in her hand.

Right in front of Emilia's eyes, the piece of venison suddenly began to recover into a mass of fresh flesh and blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the barbecue had never happened.

However, this trend of change still shows no signs of stopping, and something unspeakable is still moving rapidly.

After just a few breaths, the huge and tough venison quickly returned to its youth right before Emilia's eyes.

No matter how horrifying the scene was, this was the only word he could use to describe it.

The tough meat fibers twitched slightly in the air, and the entire piece of meat was shrinking inward in a strange way.

But it is indeed becoming tender.

By the end, the originally huge skewer of meat had shrunk by one third in size, but it was still bloody as if it had just been cut from a fawn.

"……what."

After taking a look at his masterpiece, Yin stuck out his tongue and waved at Emiya: "...Do I need to bake it again?"

The one that was re-baked was probably Emiya's own brain.

Even a fool could see by now that Yin was not a prophet at all.

She is a time mage.

Emiya quickly filtered her knowledge and felt a chill in her heart.

Time Mages were a secret in Faerûn, barely even a legend. Most people only suspected their existence, but never even heard of them as rumors, save for bards who wrote about them in their own words.

But his teacher knew something about it, and she had talked about it occasionally.

She explained that time mages were extremely unwelcome in Faerûn. While they weren't hunted down, any high-level time spells were closely monitored for their effects. Time travel, altering the past and future, was strictly prohibited.

The individual in charge of this matter is the magic goddess Mystra.

Unfortunately, the goddess of magic, Mystra, died nearly a hundred years ago and has yet to return.

And Yin happened to wake up during this period of time.

“…” Emilia was silent for a moment, took the skewer and put it back into the grill.

who cares.

If Yin is really such a dangerous person, he speaks as if he can resist.

He could only hope that his mentor knew what he was doing. And Yin hadn't lied, she had almost forgotten everything.

Thirty-seventh Ring Mage

"……call."

Exhaling the foul air from her lungs, Emiya stopped moving her eyes and took in the darkness inside the tree house.

I didn't feel tired at all. I definitely got a full eight hours of sleep.

The alarm was not triggered and no one else approached the tree house.

The protective wizard's hut was still functioning and had not suffered any damage.

Last night's rest was not disturbed at all.

last night.

Just letting these two words enter his mind again made him feel pain between his eyebrows.

The appearance of Yin almost completely destroyed his worldview and tore his expectations for the future into pieces.

In his original plan, he should have peacefully visited various famous cities and unknown villages, trying to exchange labor and effort for the secrets of knowledge, gradually repairing the penitents in the process, and if possible, bravely doing good deeds. Finally, he should have returned to his hometown peacefully.

But the appearance of Yin was enough to prove that the secret of the Confessor was far greater than he had expected.

Emiya sighed and stood up from the leaf bed.

The confessor was lying quietly beside him at this moment.

Yes, now they no longer need the Confessor to help the Holy Oak grow. Removing the Confessor from the Holy Land will further relax Moonsong's vigilance.

No matter how powerful the magic net is, it is just a special fertilizer.

Silver, on the other hand, could directly increase the growth rate of the sacred oak. This almost cheating spell had already ended this [competition] prematurely.

If it weren't for the fact that Silver's power is still very limited and can only cause a few years of aging and regression in animals, and cannot be used as a direct means to determine victory or defeat, perhaps they could all try to block Moonsong's door directly.

But not yet—the ban on the holy site was absolute. Before the Chief Druid appeared, it could only be modified by the collective presence of the druid circle.

In the current holy land, no one can be directly harmed, even relatively indirectly.

Yesterday, he used some tricks to fool the Red Moon mercenaries, but that was the upper limit of the ban. If he had used the Poison Cloud Technique instead of the Stink Cloud Technique, the mercenaries would not have been harmed.

Perhaps Shadow Druids knew some way around the ban, but they were completely clueless.

Having Fenwë take over as First Druid at a time when the Shadow Druids least expect it could be the difference that gives them a decisive advantage.

Thinking of this, Emiya couldn't help but take a breath.

However, right now, he has more urgent gains to sort out.

Sleep isn't just a way to skip time. After waking up, problems that once baffled you and left you at a loss all day and night may suddenly be solved.

Emiya had a feeling that the same thing would happen to him.

He took out two spell books from his waist.

One of them was his own spell book, and the other was a guide book given by his teacher.

This guidebook records a large number of five-ring spells.

Not long ago, he didn't even have the qualifications to study this book. It wasn't even that long since he was promoted to the Fourth Ring.

But now, he actually dared to open the book.

Emiya sighed slowly, opened the cover of the instruction book, and took in the secrets within.

For some reason, the waves generated by the whistling magic net flashed back in front of his eyes, but in his mind, a vague silhouette of a silver-haired girl formed.

"..."

Emiya shook her head and pushed away the distracting thoughts.

The time it took to learn each spell was measured in hours. Even if everything went smoothly, learning a fifth-level spell would take at least ten hours.

There were probably less than twenty hours left until the showdown on the Dark Night. If there was even the slightest disturbance, he wouldn't have enough time to learn a second spell.

So, the first spell is crucial.