Equipment Printing School Mage

Even if one does see one, it's likely they've merely witnessed some relics left behind by a god—for example, the Church of the Dawn God is said to hold a drop of blood shed by the incarnation of Lathander, the Dawn God. This drop of true god's blood is perhaps the most easily found artifact on the continent of Faerun.

Obviously, as Yin said, repairing artifacts is a nearly impossible task. Take the blood of the Morning God's Avatar, for example—you destroyed a drop of blood, and how do you restore it? Donating a million gold coins to the Church of Lathander and begging the god to shed another drop is more realistic.

But for Emilia, the most fatal point is another one: the Confessor is a divine artifact.

The broken sword he carried with him was actually a divine weapon. For anyone else, this would be a windfall. People like Sig would probably even sleep with the Confessor in his arms.

The only news was terrible for Emilia.

His teacher made it clear - Emya would repair the broken sword, while the teacher would find a way to get him home.

A large part of the many dangers Emilia encountered along the way was caused by her attempt to recapture the Confessor.

Although he didn't think that he would be left out without the Confessor, he couldn't help but feel dizzy when he realized that his goal was impossible to achieve from the beginning.

Fortunately, the agreement between him and his teacher was still his biggest secret, and the artifact was an equally novel topic to everyone present, so no one else noticed his abnormality at the moment and just thought that he had not recovered yet.

Imoen frowned. "This knowledge... was it something you knew before you lost your memory? I only have a vague understanding of artifacts. I've never seen a true artifact in my life... Although I believe Adrien's Casomire is no weaker than an artifact."

Silver glanced suspiciously at the ailing Emiya, then coughed lightly. "Divine artifacts aren't necessarily the most powerful—they're simply the most unique and sturdy. Unaffected by the anti-magic field, no divine weapon can destroy them. Furthermore, the methods of truly destroying a divine artifact are almost always catastrophic: tossing it into the Styx, immersing it in the blood of gods or angels...

"Often, only a few remnants remain of a damaged artifact. This kind of repair is no different from remaking it."

Judging by this standard, if the Confessor is indeed a sacred artifact, it is considered to be very well preserved.

"What sword?" Sig blinked. She had only been in the team for a few days, so naturally there were still many things she didn't understand.

Fenwei also reacted at this moment and whispered to everyone, "Miss Imoen, Miss Yin, thank you for your guidance. However, Emiya has not fully recovered yet and should rest now. Can we discuss this matter tomorrow?"

Emilia was stunned for a moment, then she gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't—"

However, Archmage Imon sneered at this and said, "If your skin was as tough as your mouth, you wouldn't be lying in bed tonight."

Having said that, Imoen clapped his hands and said, "My fellow heroes, let this impromptu artifact appreciation meeting come to an end today. I'm interested in purchasing a Debt Collector from you. We'll discuss the specific price tomorrow. Tonight has been long enough. You should get some rest."

Sig jumped up suddenly: "Boss Aimon! You really want to buy it?!"

"Of course it's real. This is also the first time I've seen a divine artifact. Hanging this artifact painstakingly crafted by the mastermind on the wall is the perfect trophy."

Mars hesitated for a moment: "...What should we do with the remaining artifacts? I think it would be better to destroy them?"

"Ah, the way to destroy them is what the Legends tell us," Imoen replied. "Return them to the place of their birth—dunk them in the Styx for a day and a night, and they will melt into the water. Now I am certain that these artifacts are the work of the devil."

She paused, then adopted a more mysterious tone. "Even, it was done by the devil king, Asmodeus."

But it is as good as saying nothing about this method of destruction.

Styx.

In this world, the Styx doesn't refer to the river that separates life and death next to the realm of the dead. The Styx refers to a massive river that runs across the Nine Layers of Hell, connecting countless lower planes.

It is said that the devil Baatezu was born in the River Styx.

In short, if you want to destroy these artifacts, you have to go to the devil's hometown, soak their most precious artifacts in the River Styx in front of the army of hell, and then guard the banks of the River Styx for a day and a night.

——As long as the devil still has a little pursuit of dignity, this requirement is equivalent to withstanding the siege of the devil's army for a day and a night.

If they had the power, they might as well go straight to the fortress of the devil's bloody battle commander and kill the fallen angel Zariel... Since they also want to tear apart the devil's army, they might as well set a more ambitious goal.

Archmage Miss Imoen sighed. "If destruction is absolutely necessary, a mage of my caliber still has a last resort—Mordenkainen's Sundering. I might be able to destroy these three artifacts with three or four uses. However, I might permanently lose my power, and I'd almost certainly draw the attention of other gods. Let me be frank: I don't want to draw the attention of the Demon King just to destroy these artifacts."

Mars sighed: "I thought a wizard like you was not afraid of the devil."

"Go!" Imoen waved her hand at the paladin unhappily, not taking any offense. "Not fearing demons and not fearing the Demon King are two completely different things. One-on-one, I could try even against the Devil Duke. But if I attract the Demon King's attention, I'll become the target of the entire Nine Hells, so forget it. I don't want to live a precarious life on the brink of retirement. And these three daggers aren't worth that much."

"So, my suggestion is to place them in a dimensional hole or even a demiplane, never letting anyone else see them. This will make the devil lose these thorns forever, which will also be a great loss for the devil."

Sig raised his hand. "How about we visit other archmages and churches and give gifts to each one we meet in exchange for favors?"

"--Oh, that's an idea." Imoen clapped his hands. "As expected of you, you have a sharp mind. I think at least the Church of Tyr would be happy with this."

After broadening his horizons, Imoen thought for a moment and continued, "In theory, there is a secular force that's completely unafraid of demons. It's Elturgard, east of Baldur's Gate. The Hell Knights are a team formed to carry on the legacy of the war against Avernus. Elturgard shouldn't be afraid of demons, and they might even use this dart as a symbol of their victory. Handing it over to Elturgard would be a perfect solution, but unfortunately..."

Emya took a deep breath and sighed, "Unfortunately, the Elturgard people in Baldur's Gate are a little... strange."

"Trust your instincts," veteran adventurer Miss Imoen answered decisively. "If you think there's something wrong with them, then there's a good chance they really are. Don't take any chances. Well, I think we'll stop here tonight. Mr. Emiya won't be able to hold on any longer."

Emiya's spirits were indeed a little waning, but it might not be because of the long discussion, but because of the confusion about the future: "...Thank you."

Mars and Sig had been pulled out of bed, and now that they had relaxed again, they naturally felt sleepy and stood up to say goodbye.

At this time, Fenwei was once again caught in an awkward situation where he could not have both public and private interests.

She pulled Emiya into her arms and hugged her tighter: "--Emiya, do you want to go to the Sharptooth Forest to rest tonight?"

In the past, Emilia would have come up with a good excuse, but he simply replied, "Thank you very much. I don't want to go anywhere right now."

Imoen said from the side, "Archdruid, I must remind you: until the activities of the Gods and Non-Gods have ceased, the Sharptooth Forest could turn into a battlefield at any time. You cannot let your guard down now."

Fenwei sighed deeply: "I know... I know."

After a long silence, she raised her head and said through gritted teeth, "...When you launch a general attack on the Gods and Non-Gods, don't forget to call me!"

She finally released her arms from hugging Emilia, and walked out of the stone house, looking back every few steps. But in the end, she stretched out her hands and made a cylinder shape, shouting to Emilia: "I will come again tomorrow!"

Emiya hesitated for a moment, but still replied, "...Thank you."

This answer obviously did not satisfy the Archdruid, but she did not say anything more. She turned around and jumped into the oak tree near the tree house and disappeared.

Imoen gave Emya a meaningful look, then stood up and said, "I'll work hard tonight and help you keep watch. Consider it part of the reward for getting a divine weapon. Of course, if you still want to build yourself a perfect set of protection, I have no objection. It's a good habit."

"...Thank you."

Emiya replied, barely standing up to express her gratitude.

But he really wasn't in the mood to take any protective measures tonight.

The time he devoted to the Confessors was measured in years – returning to Earth was the ultimate goal of his years of hard work.

He is not afraid of difficulties, nor is he afraid of endless setbacks.

But after pouring countless efforts into this, the meaning of these efforts was denied by the person who could be considered the absolute authority...

This is still an unbearable blow to him.

Maybe dying directly is a shortcut to returning to Earth.

Finally, even Imoen left, but the expression on Yin's face changed several times, and finally he dragged out of the room.

He simply slammed backwards, letting his back hit the mattress hard.

I really want to sleep till I die. I hope tonight is just a nightmare.

The torture inflicted upon him by the devil's poison was far less terrible than the bad news brought by Silver.

The body doesn't lie - his body is far from recovered to the point where he can move around for a long time.

Therefore, when the softness of the bed wrapped around his head, a strong sense of sleepiness immediately took over his mind.

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Tonight is destined to be a long night.

After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely heard a girl's voice: "Hello? Emiya? Wake up?"

However, asking a person in deep sleep to wake up quickly is difficult, not to mention that Emilia has not yet fully recovered from the poison. Therefore, he was completely unable to react at first.

Unfortunately, the uninvited guest's patience was apparently limited. After her first few calls failed to work, she simply leaned over and began slapping his cheeks: "Wake up!"

"?!"

Emilia opened her eyes sleepily.

What came into view was actually Yin's face. At that moment, this mysterious girl was looking down at him from above - she had run into Emilia's room in the middle of the night and was now riding on him without any hesitation.

The dim light of the crescent moon illuminated Yin's face, making her look both mysterious and beautiful - but this scene, which was enough to make everyone's heart beat fast, had no killing power on Emiya at the moment.

He turned his head to the side without any hesitation: "What are you doing here?"

His behavior at this moment was considered rude to anyone. However, Yin didn't seem to care at all. Instead, he leaned over and pinched his face, forcing their eyes to meet closely.

If it were any other time, Emiya might be able to resist, but he was so weak now that he couldn't even match Yin's strength - or rather, although Yin looked young, his strength was not weak.

Yin, however, was unusually serious at this moment. "Mr. Emiya of Lunya, are you upset by what I said tonight?"

"No." Emilia refused very quickly.

"You still say no!" Yin frowned. "Which one? Is it because of the Confessor?"

While Emiya didn't intentionally keep most of his secrets from his teammates, the agreement regarding the Confessor was an exception. He wasn't about to make an exception now: "No."

"You're quite a talented liar, but unfortunately, you can't hide from my keen sense of a mage!" Yin said angrily, with no intention of letting him go. "Let me think about it. You're usually as hard as a rock. A random word can't make you so decadent. And you don't even have obvious hobbies. You only care about weapons and armor... Let me think, is it related to the Confessor? Because you found out that the Confessor can't be repaired? Indeed, the Confessor's sword is indeed unusual. It must have been very powerful when it was intact."

"..."

Emiya didn't answer.

Yin leaned down, staring intently into Emiya's eyes. Suddenly, he leaned down, as if afraid his voice wasn't loud enough, and shouted in his ear, "You have no ambition!"

"Why did you give up on this?!"

Emiya had been holding it in all night, and finally lost her temper over this sentence: "Didn't you say yourself that a damaged artifact cannot be repaired!?"

Silver's identity is mysterious.

In her prime, she was undoubtedly extremely powerful, even more powerful than Emiya could imagine at that moment. His assumptions about Yin's true identity were growing higher and higher with each passing day.

At least one thing is certain—in the realm of magic, Silver, in his prime, has come far further than Emiya. Perhaps Emiya could never catch up to Silver in her lifetime. In this case, Silver's words theoretically hold absolute authority.

As a result, at this time, Yin actually said this to him!

Yin, however, didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. Instead, he replied confidently, "Yes, that's what I said. What's wrong?"

She stood up and raised her fist. "Mages, arcane arts, and even magic, are all arts that were created from nothing. In the beginning, magic was nothing, and all the miracles were unimaginable to mortals. But someone always succeeded in taking the first step, and thus magic was born! Someone successfully taught what they had learned to others, and thus magic spread!"

"Before a magic was invented, everyone believed that the things it could do were forbidden areas that only gods could touch. But so what? Didn't people continue to break through these forbidden areas? Even the traditional arcane forbidden areas, where arcane magic was used for healing, were not successfully accomplished by a great wizard named Xinbu? Artifacts cannot be destroyed, but didn't the wizard named Mordenkainen invent arcane magic that could destroy them? I just learned this today!"

Yin pounded his chest with a look of frustration. "The so-called impossible, in the magical sense, means that no one has ever done it before. Everything in this world is impossible until someone does it! Your incredible ability to create things is also impossible to others, isn't it? And you've accomplished it, haven't you?"

"The artifact cannot be repaired, that's simply because no one has done it before."

"Then why don't you be the first person who can repair the artifact?"

"Can't you even analyze the artifact, mass-produce it, and even give up the definition of the artifact to you?"

Fifty-two Forgotten Runes

If something has never been done before, be the first to do it.

Emiya knew that Yin had an almost fanatical obsession with magic, but she still didn't expect that Yin could deny her own knowledge so casually and encourage him to break all existing common sense of magic.

He tried hard to recall the vast amount of books he had studied before, and felt a strange shudder slowly spreading throughout his body.

Learn, then surpass.

"...I feel like I don't have that talent." He murmured.

His teacher had never said that he was gifted, and neither had Yin.

However, breaking through the definition of a divine weapon seemed to be something that an ordinary mage like him could not do.

He believed that his extraordinary skills might indeed be quite unique, but this was more because other mages had no intention of working on it, rather than because it was really difficult.

Even though he is indeed gifted in this area, it is too arrogant to directly target the artifact.

"Once the goal is set, we must take it one step at a time!" Yin, however, had completely different thoughts. Instead, he continued to ride on him and gestured, "Artifacts may not be considered powerful, but the difficulty of making them is undoubtedly higher than that of most magical items. You are best at making weapons and armor, so start by breaking through the traditional process of making magical items!"

Even Emiya was deeply moved by Yin's enthusiasm. He asked excitedly, "...So, you know how to repair the artifact? As long as I follow these steps, I can repair the Confessor?"

"That's not what I said." Yin's answer was as straightforward as ever. "I already said that I don't know how to repair the artifact. I'm just telling you that this path might work. How far you can go depends on you."

"Don't be so confident to throw yourself away!" Emilia didn't know where she got the strength from, and pushed her aside from him - this guy had been riding on him for several minutes! The swaying was extremely bad!

Yin didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did. Instead, he rushed forward even more excitedly, pressing his hands on his chest and getting closer and closer to him. "How could I stay out of this?! I must personally participate in such a great transformation!"

"Then why don't you just talk!" Emilia no longer had the strength to push her down a second time. "You're not a bard. After boosting morale, the problem hasn't been solved. What should I do next? Try to analyze my confessor first? Try to analyze the debt collector?"

"Yeah, that's indeed a problem." Yin leaned sideways with a serious expression, but still sat on him unceremoniously. "Forget about the Debt Collector. You're not qualified to touch this kind of demonic sword right now. The Confessor is fine. After all, it's a broken sword, so it won't burn your brain... But I don't think you can analyze it to any conclusion at this point."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Emilia asked unhappily. "Runes aren't that easy to learn—I only learned the Darkness and Shrinkage runes because the pressure of school later on was too great, and I couldn't spare the time to learn Enchanting anymore. How can I make up for it now?"

"We need to do it quickly..." Yin nodded his lips in distress, "Then there's only one way."

"What?" Emilia replied, "I think it would be difficult to replicate the method of teaching the Moon Runes revealed by Lady Selûne in the forest."

Furthermore, the Moon Rune still required Moonfire - he no longer had the standing to go to the Church of Selûne to ask for Moonfire.