August 5, 1615 Central Calendar, 23:22

Leiden, Enysfal Province, Holy Milishial Empire

Despite spending the entire day exploring the town with family and friends, guiding their Runepolian companions through the captivating spots—both famous and obscure—near his home in Leiden, Meteos felt he still had ample energy left before calling it a day. Thus, in the solitude of his bedroom, meticulously maintained even in his absence, Meteos grabbed a pencil and took out a sheet of paper from a nearby stack. With a small grin, he began scribbling without hesitation, adorning a quarter of the page with text moments after he began. Soon, it was filled, prompting him to swipe it to the side before placing another sheet in its place. Using a magical typewriter would be faster, but unfortunately even the new and slenderer model his father bought some time ago was still emitting noises loud enough to bother his sleeping mother. Meteos wouldn't dare.

All the while, a gentle midsummer night breeze that gave a comforting sensation to the nostalgic boy drifted through the open window in front of his desk.

The sky that night was conspicuously devoid of clouds, creating what should have been an ideal setting for stargazing. However, the waning gibbous moons were still luminous enough to obscure the more breathtaking parts of the celestial dome for a casual observer. Leiden was nothing like Runepolis, but being the type of locale it was, adorned with vibrant artificial lights, wasn't exactly conducive for those seeking to marvel at the truly magnificent views of the night sky. Only the planet's loyal companions in its journey through the heavens, two bluish spherical rocks in the sky named Luda and Kyra, shone brightly enough for the naked eye to immediately distinguish them as soon as they rose. In that regard, the opposite side of the hills that surround this town should be a good place for starters. On a summer night with new moons, if it's just as cloudless as it is tonight, people can afford to witness their planet's celestial neighbors and then one of the most captivating sights they ever seen.

After adapting one's vision to the dark, a spectacular sight will unfold before them. A faint, luminous arch, resembling a glowing cloud with occasional dark patches, emerges from the east before bending midway across the sky, forming what is known as the "Heavenly Stream" that ends to the southwest. Simultaneously, lurking slightly above the horizon was the stunning view of a stretched galaxy with a long visible arm jutting outward perpendicular to the Stream, while the other remains concealed, or rather seemingly merging to the celestial pathway. Although hidden below the horizon for half of the year and only barely visible during the summer months for them northerners, those residing in the southern hemisphere of this planet should have a better view of these absolutely beautiful features.

For the inhabitants of this small blue marble, the peaceful period of this epoch was undeniably graced with such breathtaking beauty for those who are willing to seek it.

Meteos recalled how even the Japanese who came from another world were just as astonished upon discovering this like a revelation. There was a time when Ars Goetia's sky was ablaze with the formation of young stars. They, creatures living on a tiny blue marble, were living amidst the epic merger of two galaxies—systems of celestial objects primarily stars bound by gravity—that started shortly after (in the planetary sense) this planet was born billions of years ago. However, them mere creatures will never get to see the result of this spectacle due to just how mind-bogglingly vast the timespan of a galaxy is, which is closer to the realm of divinity.

It's envy-inducing.

Before long, the faint noise of the graphite scraping against paper ceased sounding. At the end of his writing session, Meteos gathered the finished papers and tidied them up nicely with a couple of paperclips.

"Not bad for a bunch of sidequests," Meteos muttered as he gave his drafts a quick review. The closing sentences of the paper he's making soon settled on the very bottom of a stack of papers which, in turn, was the last of five drafts he produced that night.

"After this, giving them some exposure should do them some good," he grinned as he lay on the bed. The boy was basking in the quietness after racking up the completion of a series of self-proclaimed "sidequests" that he made up on the fly that day. After five minutes had passed since the change of date, Meteos finally decided to settle for a shut-eye.

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The next day

August 6, 1615 Central Calendar, 09:00

When arriving in Leiden, the vacation group had agreed to divide each week until the end of the month into one half for sightseeing and the other for the MOASEC crew to do their thing. Even though this latter part was supposed to be a mere formality of picking up designs that Meteos Roguerider left in his house, he was dissatisfied with that kind of idleness. Therefore, barring any hitches, Sunday through Wednesday would see them going through the town, while the rest would be allocated for Meteos' summer project. That's why, since today was the first Thursday of this month, they gathered in the Roguerider residence to finally unpack the camtonos, or magic buckets made of mithril that they brought from the Imperial Capital.

Sitting in a wheelchair in the doorway of the garage with Mila standing by her side, Meteora mused to herself as she watched the scene unfolding before her with a giggle. Inside, her son and others were setting up the place by arranging multiple tables to create a larger one. With the presence of Meteos and Walman's associates from Runepolis, and even the curious Duke of Runepolis' daughter, the atmosphere was lively.

"Ah, of course, this is this time of the year, after all..."

When she turned to glance at the mildly stunned younger maid, sensing an unspoken question etched on her expression, the matriarch began to explain, "I mean, it's the time for another one of Meteos' projects to spend the summer vacation. He has been tinkering a lot with magical devices since he was a third-grader, so it has become a sort of annual routine."

"Increíble..."

"Hmm... yes, a lot of such things in this house have been torn apart and reassembled by him to study them, if I'm not mistaken," the matriarch's tone turned sheepish. "He's doing it so often that we sometimes lose track."

"H-he did...?" Mila was taken aback, mouth slowly forming a silent 'O' shape. Seeing her reaction, Meteora laughed again.

"Well, at any rate, it's thanks to his studies and the latest summer project that he became an Ancient Ministry member like he is now, so all those things he did really paid off, don't you think? I'm so happy for him."

Mila found it difficult to dispute the point. Achieving a level of excellence that attracted the attention of the elite Ancient Ministry and led them to invite one personally is a remarkable accomplishment, one that even adults with degrees struggle to attain. Yet, the young master and his friend met the criteria through projects like these. Witnessing this, Mila considered that this seemingly simple whimsical activity was not something to be underestimated. Thus, she joined Meteora and Roderick in wondering what the young master would make this time, especially considering the Ancient Ministry's support in fulfilling their every desire.

"Ah. Look, they're done setting up, let's join them, Mila dear," Meteora gestured.

"Um."

After giving her affirmation, Mila pushed the wheelchair closer to the assembled group.

Meteos, turned to Robin, "Alright, time for unpacking."

"On it, kid!"

With a snicker, the professor pointed her fingers at him playfully before walking off to pick up five camtonos sitting in the garage's corner. At the same time, Rachel entered from a side door carrying a bundle of papers that she offered to Meteos.

"Excuse me, Young Master, the drafts you wanted someone to proofread are already checked."

"Nice. Thank you so much for your help, Miss Giles, sorry for bothering you."

"I'm glad to be of service," the blue-haired maid gently smiled before moving to stand alongside Valeria across from the young master.

While waiting for Robin, Meteos took the time to scrutinize the papers. These were the fruits of his sidequests that popped up last night, and he would like to try to have at least one of those included in the monthly scholarly journals. So wrote he did under a series of pseudonyms. However, unlike the previous attempt in what boiled down to the "Titanium vs Gracium" contest to name the NMC-22 where Meteos made his "titanium" proposal less appealing to lose on purpose, this time he's going to be serious about it.

On the other hand, the word "Astarte" still glitches out of existence when he tries to write it, prompting Meteos to use all available loopholes in an attempt to kickstart her recovery. Unfortunately for her, it seemed that only pure and genuine love for the goddess' sake was the only thing that could tear down the Civilization Annihilation Game's curse. Even so, even when he's idle, Meteos felt like aiming to score something. In the end, after weighing recent findings, all of the recent frivolous stunts were deliberately done for the reincarnator's part in another move to 'test the waters.' His confidence was soaring high like an SSTO being launched from a mass driver into outer space.

The senior maid's neat handwriting formed annotated notes in red ink that sprawled across the margins, greatly contrasting the letters that Meteos wrote. From the start, the draft was clear of any grammatical errors with a sophisticated diction that belied the boy's apparent age. However, as Rachel pointed out, he spent too much in overexplaining things, sometimes going into unnecessary detail that could have been easily inferred from the context. But even those were less of a burden and more of a bonus.

As Meteos silently admired the maid's handiwork, Annette asked curiously as she peeked over the boy's shoulder. "So, are you going to have those submitted?"

"It contains neither treasonous nor heretical writing. There should be no negative repercussions in trying, am I right?"

"Now, now, please don't go that far."

"There you go," Meteos smiled cheekily. "Well, what can I say? All of this is a guilty pleasure."

"Haha," sarcastically remarked the heiress, eliciting small laughter from everyone who was not Arthur.

Setting the drafts aside, he redirected his gaze to see Robin setting a camtono on the table. Disengaging the locks, she pressed the buttons, causing all side panels to open. This was just the start, however. As the only ones capable of opening these containers due to the mana signature-exclusive lock mechanism, she, along with Meteos and Walman, proceeded to unpack the rest one by one. With assistance from the others, the contents were swiftly arranged on the large table in accordance with the MOASEC crew's instructions.

"Sweet Stardust Mother's pointy hat..." William who was also there recognized the bluish gleam of the components sitting in the centermost and slowly shook his head in utter disbelief. "You guys actually got a bucketload of them precious orichalcums?"

Naturally his remark was met with gasps from the knowledgeable younger ones.

Roderick further pointed out, "All of them seem to be expensive materials. If I guessed it correctly, even those magic circuits look like they are using gold...?"

"Yes, Dad, you guessed right. In terms of magical conductivity, gold is categorized as good, better than iron, but it's actually the least valuable of all the components present right now."

"Hmm, I see, so the rest of these are made of... mithril?"

"Correct again."

"Then, what exactly are we looking at, son?"

Robin grinned knowingly. "Hahah! Ladies and gentlemen. What if I tell you that we are trying to make a jump of centuries, if not decades, ahead in terms of magical computing?"

"Ehh...?"

Some of the others fidgeted uncomfortably, trying to refrain from making snarky comments to their own friend.

Coming from an Ancient Ministry member, it was still quite a bold and eyebrow-raising statement. "All bark and no bite." Such sentiments were common among average Milishians who felt complacent with the peace of their time, but the Ancient Ministry is an organization that works with a ticking clock, burdened with the duty of uplifting the civilization as best as they can, protecting those within their reach from an impending doom. The same kind of sentiment from the ignorant was more often than not the cause of the harsh criticisms.

"Alright, alright, let me break it down for you," Meteos chuckled in the wake of Robin's antics. "What we've got here are the custom components that we had the Ancient Ministry's special manufacturing team create for us based on my specifications, it's just waiting to be put together. To put it simply, this experiment is supposed to see if we can improve previous magical computation devices. We have two goals: reduction in size and the one that we anticipated the most is granting it, a smaller computer, a memory."

"Ooh... okay, I get the gist of it," Annette smiled.

Not explicitly mentioned is the side goal of introducing computer memory devices to allow the Holy Empire means to improve their conductive magnetic radar and the primary objective of creating a third-generation Manadriver, which was better left unsaid given the current situation.

Following Aikon Corporation's introduction of the Second-Generation Manadriver and a showcase of its capabilities, policymakers in the Holy Empire put forward an interim measure until legislation could properly catch up with this rapid technological progress. Although there are no issues with magical computing as a foundational technology, Manadriver as a device faces stricter regulations than 'offensive magic tools.' Since this classification includes firearms (including the Muish ones, which are legally referred to as 'convertible offensive magic tools' to close a certain loophole), in other words this effectively makes owning a Manadriver device as an ordinary civilian of the Holy Milishial Empire impossible; they were better off in trying to purchase guns. As a de facto military-grade equipment, the only other users of Manadriver are members of the MOASEC and the Order of the Ancients, both carrying them in a concealed fashion. Meteos and Walman’s devices on the other hand, as special cases, must be supervised by Robin until either the law undergoes changes or they advance in their mage rankings.

"With that out of the way, we should begin assembling these," picking up a larger component, Meteos said with gleaming cerulean eyes. As they diligently pieced together the components, inquiries came in from the others. However, as it aligned with the government's policy to gradually disseminate advanced knowledge, the MOASEC crew present responded to their curiosity with eagerness. It was like jumping over two mountains in a single gallop.

Despite Meteos Roguerider's brilliance, he is ultimately just one young boy. While he is enthusiastic about introducing innovations to society, unfortunately he cannot be omnipresent.

On the contrary, the Order of the Ancients can be everywhere. With agreement from Meteos, who is currently taking a well-deserved break from his busy work at the Ministry of Ancient Sorcerous Empire Countermeasures, the custom parts he requested from the Ancient Ministry's special manufacturing team have not been halted in production. In addition, discounting the duplicates made by the Ancient Ministry with Meteos' knowledge, the Order of the Ancients managed to secure multiple sets along with the materials, designs, and manuals he provided when making the request back in late May. It was definitely a device of a more advanced make than the ones Agent Flamberge and the Aikon Corporation created, aptly called a Third-Generation Manadriver.

With confidence in matching the young inventor with their own resources, this expansive clandestine organization went on to do their Person of Interest another favor. They proceeded to conduct a thorough research of this intriguing device independently before disseminating this knowledge to their branches throughout the Holy Empire and eventually to the public, adjusting to Meteos' pace in introducing them, of course.

Through Flamberge and Byleth acting as escorts, reports about the Person of Interest and his progress in Leiden continue to flow to Sorath. To thwart Magister Eblis from callously using the Person of Interest's talent without consideration like a Light-Winged Devil, a more emphatic Magister Sorath had taken to herself to support the boy and his friends' well-being from the shadows, adhering to the righteous path along the way.

Or so she thought. Or so they all thought.

Not realizing who was really dancing in whose palm, they've all bitten the bait that the reincarnator laid out. And they're in for a really pleasant surprise.

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First half of August 1615 Central Calendar

Order of the Ancients

A certain dome-shaped underground arena constituted one of the many facilities operated by the Order somewhere in the Holy Milishial Empire's territory. Boasting a spacious layout, this venue was complemented by an elevated platform encircling the main floor, providing an unobstructed vantage point for spectators to witness the events unfolding below.

In the center of the arena, bathed in the glows of the strategically placed spotlights, stood three masked figures of similar statures clad in sleek black protective gear that covered their entire bodies. One of them was Agent Ashmodai, the masked alter ego of Go-Daguva-Zeba the stag beetle beastman. While he was standing idly, lightly adjusting his armored gauntlets as he and his fellow agents performed preparations and inspection of their gears, a fellow agent with a feminine silhouette approached him without hesitation and spoke with a cheery tone.

"Hey, Ashmodai! We're about to begin the test soon! So, are you ready?"

"You seem a bit too eager for someone who's about to get pummeled in a fight," Ashmodai flatly remarked. "We aggressors might have a three-to-one advantage because the setup is designed to give the tester a losing side. But mark my words, our opponent is going to be something else, he's going to trounce us."

"Come on, why are you such a pessimist?" undeterred, the female agent playfully nudged his armored shoulder. "Okay... are you being grouchy because you're stuck here while Flamberge and Byleth are having a vacation, huh?"

Eyebrows twitching under his mask, Ashmodai loudly scoffed. "I'm not a mindless brute. I know when and when not to pick a fight against someone. I'm even here because I'm doing a boss man a favor... Don't say I didn't warn you," he grumbled.

"We'll see about that, grouchy!"

The female agent casually strolled off to pester the third team member. Ashmodai, casting a brief look at the two, scoffed. Concentrating on channeling his indignation at being left behind by the aforementioned two names to a good fight, Ashmodai lightly jumped up and down.

When the two leaders of the Order arrived on the platform and oversaw the proceedings, the three looked up and gave them a deep bow before continuing with their preparations. Ashmodai's superior, Magister Sorath, was accompanied by Eblis the Summoner, the Magister who led the Left Arm branch. Eblis's outfit was a hooded gray gown and an expressionless white porcelain mask that brought to mind the appearance of an ancient surgeon. That white-masked man nodded as Ashmodai turned to look at them again. He couldn't really tell what prompted him to do that gesture.

"........."

A different masked figure then arrived through one of the four entrances leading to the main arena. They strolled in a leisurely manner toward the three, holding a black briefcase at their side. Wearing a differently colored outfit, this one's protective gear featured navy blue armor parts and a mask over a black base suit. Upon the arrival of this newcomer, the three agents promptly ceased their idle activities and impeccably arranged themselves into a horizontal line at the center, while the navy-clad agent took a position, stopping a few meters across from them.

Bowing lightly, the navy-clad agent spoke in a calm and measured tone, "My fellow agents, the Order cannot be thankful enough for your cooperation in this testing session. I am the Illustrator of the Eyes, usually serving as an assistant to one of our esteemed Magisters, Sorath the Illuminator. This evening, I volunteered to be the primary tester and your sparring partner. Let's do our best, everyone."

Realizing who their opponent would be, the three of them straightened their backs in anticipation. Seeing them giving a silent nod in acknowledgment, the Illustrator placed the briefcase on the floor and unlocked it, revealing its highly anticipated content that immediately drew everyone's attention. With care, the Illustrator then lifted a certain device and held it in front of everyone.

"That device... is that..."

The Illustrator nodded. "A Manadriver. The Person of Interest has graced us with a new brilliant invention, a device he hopes to be worthy of a Third-Generation title. Well, while this is only one of the means of determining it, we are here to find out if it's true."

"...This is what I'm talking about," having his question confirmed, Ashmodai muttered in response, loud enough for the female agent beside him to hear.

The Illustrator brought a hand and spoke to his bracelet manacom, "This is the Illustrator. We're ready to begin the testing."

"You may begin when ready," came the prompt answer from Sorath that can be heard by all participants.

As soon as those words were given, the three agents switched their Second-Generation Manadrivers to Operation Mode and dispersed, taking fighting stances against the waiting Illustrator.

Just like how the Second-Generation looked totally different from the First-Generation, the unidentified model brought by the Illustrator was also completely unrecognizable from the A.M. Revolution and BIRTH-DAY units. Unlike Aikon Corporation's Second-Generation models, which can be bifurcated into two major components, Meteos Roguerider's design appeared to be a single, compact piece of equipment. It was notably smaller, more akin to the size of a First-Generation, featuring a circular crystalline screen at the top-center, what appeared to be a lever system and its hinges, and a bottom part that slanted inward. In contrast to the Second-Generation's flashiness, this model seemed rugged and straightforward. If this model is touted as a Third-Generation, what could possibly it have in store for them?

"Alright."

The Illustrator pulled a gold-colored Core Circuit-like object from a waist pocket that he inserted into the device from the right side. Then he holstered it on the right side of his waist and activated it by channeling mana on his palm and lightly tapped the part where the display was located.

And then...

DRIVER ON... NOW!

Beat.

After a pleasant charging sound, a loud monotone voice came from the device.

"......Did the device just talk?" the female agent, not relaxing her stance, blurted out.

The Illustrator's shoulders shook as he responded with a chuckle. "Yes, you heard that correctly. For us and the military, this is indeed a useless feature at best and a counterintuitive nuisance at worst, but considering the dangerous potential of Manadrivers in assisting unregulated use of magic, our little friend thought to include a feature that gives off an audible announcement as a safety feature. Since this announcement feature uses some of the device's processing power, it will naturally make the proposed civilian model to be less powerful. If this feature proves effective, it could be a step towards convincing the lawmakers to reconsider the ban on civilian usage," he explained.

"Ooh... that's thoughtful," the same agent nodded slightly. "But do you think they're going to accept that?"

"Obviously it's not going to be that simple. It will take more than simple cosmetics to convince the lawmakers that the Manadrivers can be operated responsibly. But we still intend to do so."

Now having his device armed, the Illustrator stood confidently at the center, surrounded by the three agents.

"We are now proceeding with the testing. Let the fight begin!" with a raised hand, he loudly announced while his right hand tapped the device again.

THUNDER... NOW!

"Huh!?" "Eeh!?" "What the—"

Just as the three were about to make any moves, an instantaneous magic spellcasting transformed not only mana emanated by the Illustrator but also the ambient atmospheric mana into torrents of yellow lightning that surrounded them from all directions. Reacting quickly, the three of them darted frantically to avoid the electric onslaught that streaked wildly across the arena.

"Okay, okay, I wasn't quite expecting this! AAAAAAA—" the female agent cried, narrowly ducking an incoming bolt only for another to narrowly graze her mask as she rolled to the side. But another bolt came from behind her head that would have hit her if not for Ashmodai who pulled her hand to safety. Having his warning vindicated, Ashmodai yelled as he conjured a small barrier to defend against another incoming strike. "I fucking told you so...!"

"I'm sorry...!"

The third member, who preferred to be the quiet one, called out to the two of them through gritted teeth. "You two, get your shit together!"

The Illustrator let out a sheepish laugh watching the exchange.

"I guess this is how a modernized mage versus mage tournament is going to look like," he remarked. "If so, things are getting interesting for our younger generations."

The moment the lightning storm seemed to subside, the three agents quickly regained their bearings. In retaliation, the two agents unleashed their own magic to give Ashmodai, a close-range specialist with monstrous strength, an opening to fight the Illustrator in hand-to-hand combat.

"Take this!"

The female agent's flamethrower attack was empowered by the wind element, surging toward the Illustrator like a firestorm. Meanwhile, Ashmodai dashed to circle the Illustrator before charging from another direction, the two desired their attack to paint the reality with it.

DEFEND... NOW!

In response, a translucent blue barrier instantly came into existence that stood in the attack's way, the barrier's form rippling violently the moment the firestorm came into contact with it. The resulting impact created a thick plume of smoke that engulfed the Illustrator and expanded outward, reaching his opponents as well.

Unfortunately for Ashmodai at the end of his charge, he found the space where the Illustrator had stood empty. Casting a wind magic to clear the smoke, he somersaulted in reflex to avoid a series of palm strikes that burst through the smoke from his side and landed near his teammates.

DUPE... NOW!

"Dupe?"

As the lingering smoke gradually cleared, the three agents were met with the sight of not one, but multiple identical Illustrators standing to encircle them.

"That's illusion magic," the quiet one said.

"Whoa, they all look so realistic! The new tech can skip even that spell too?"

"Tche... they even got shadows too!? Which one is the real one..."

Normally a spell with a considerable length and thus lengthy to cast, the new Manadriver had successfully created multiple complex illusions in the blink of an eye. Facing this, they quickly covered each other's backs, anticipating the direction from which the real Illustrator would strike.

They saw the illusions perform a simultaneous motion of opening the lever on the device downward and closing it.

CHARGE!

Ashmodai was struck with a sense of foreboding and bellowed to his two teammates. "Brace yourselves!" At the same time as the illusions tapped the device again, the three channeled their mana to conjure their strongest defenses. In addition to the magic barrier, under his protective gear Ashmodai willed his unique ability to form a layer of armor.

YES! THUNDER!

UN-DER-STAND!?

All of the standing illusions seamlessly transitioned into a storm of lightning attacks, not once but multiple times as potent as the initial onslaught.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU—"

The arena erupted into a chaotic display of blinding light and elemental power.

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According to the reports received from Flamberge, Meteos Roguerider gave his design the name of Personal-Type Chant Accelerator: Desire Driver MR. This creation involves the amalgamation of internal components made from materials such as gold, mithril, and even the expensive orichalcum. Despite the costly requirements, however, it resulted in the emergence of the most cutting-edge small magical computer to date. While the original was still in the assembly phase and the ones officially procured by the Ancient Ministry were just started to be produced by the special manufacturing team, the Order had already four of such devices ready for testing, designated as "Replicas." Among these, one is a "standard" unaltered model, one is a weaker "civilian" model with added safety features, and two others used solely for testing as computers.

For the civilian model, it slashed its processing power for a voice projection magic and a safety feature that results in instantaneous spell casting that can only be started by feeding the system using a burst of mana that is recorded by an inbuilt locking mechanism from outside as a safety feature.

It consists of three main components and one add-on. The top part that features a crystalline screen is known as the AS Desire Realizer, which fulfills a similar function to both the Second-Generation's Runite Redoublizer and Runite Charger. Through a combination of newly implemented concepts and orichalcum's magical properties, it led to its internal computer exceeding the Second-Generation's mithril-based Regen Generator's capabilities roughly threefold. Attached to this part is the AT Desire Invoker, a lever mechanism used to multiply the power of the unleashed magic spells by the action of opening and closing it. The last two Replicas lack this feature due to their intended usage.

Replacing the Core Circuit Loader is a reading device designed to accommodate another creation by Meteos—the add-on AE Memory Core Circuit. Additionally, a notable distinction between the generations is that Desire Driver MR's Hard-Drive primarily functions as storage for post-processing data rather than storing pre-installed spells.

Interestingly, both the Aikon Corporation and Meteos seem to contemplate the idea of creating a new magic spell system tailored for machine use. They shared a common sentiment regarding the limitations of the traditional magic spell system, typically reliant on recitation and written forms, deeming it too inflexible for integration into future magical technology systems, especially considering its susceptibility as a weakness for the Manadriver.

While the Aikon Corporation still hasn't disclosed its progression yet, Meteos tackled this challenge by introducing the capabilities of his device's final major component, the AR Desire Imaginer. This component presented a magic spell system consisting solely of numbers "0" (zero) and "1" (one). Interconnected with the AS Desire Realizer, this component interpreted computation results, translated them into strings of digits, and generated them to be used and stored in the Hard-Drive and AE Memory Core Circuit. As a result, no longer the Manadriver need pre-installed spells to operate as this system theoretically allows the user's desire alone to draw these "digital" spells as far as their imagination can bring them. In terms of storage, however, the limitation now is that the Desire Driver MR's current memory device can 'only' store information equivalent to three 640-page novels.

For computing purposes, expanding this capacity is non-negotiable.

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"Hahahaha! I got to get one of those."

Watching the Illustrator effortlessly trolling his sparring partners with liberal use of his weaker civilian model Desire Driver MR, Eblis laughed. Sorath, however, frowned slightly under her mask.

'Magic is our birthright, let's carry it and set it free.'

Riding on such a spirit, the Manadriver was born. Among many ways of uplifting humanity's capability in resisting their ancient oppressors, the Light-Winged Devils, the invention of Manadriver has greatly succeeded in its intended purpose, and the Order of the Ancients was one of the benefited from it the most.

Since the introduction of Manadrivers, the Holy Empire's counterintelligence operations against foreign intrusions have achieved smooth success one after another. Operatives can silently use wind magic spells to manipulate the air and suffocate their target to either apprehend them with ease or push them to lethal effects. This device also helped Ashmodai in making his training to master his normally uncontrollable special abilities easier. With such a frightening implication of this invention, it's hardly surprising that the Manadriver is in its current status. Two of the Manadrivers' inventors are young children, what will they do if they really grasp the consequences of their creation?

As the order continued with their tests and uncovered more of the Desire Driver MR's capabilities, Sorath honestly wondered what this world this young boy turned into.

MINISTRY OF ANCIENT SORCEROUS EMPIRE COUNTERMEASURES Research Data

DESIRE DRIVER MR

The Personal-Type Chant Accelerator: Desire Driver MR is the further evolution of the Manadriver designed by Meteos Roguerider of the Ministry of Ancient Sorcerous Empire Countermeasures. Utilizing a newly designed magic spell system, the Desire Driver MR is able to operate without relying on pre-installed spells, allowing the user to produce theoretically unlimited range of magic effects depending on the user's imagination. Separate from its desire processing capability, the Desire Driver MR is able to store digital spells generated from its computation process up to 3 megabytes, or equivalent to three 640-page novels.

VARIANTS

- Pattern 1: The original model.

- Pattern 2: The proposed civilian model with additional safety features, such as an announcement system, mana signature locking mechanism, and an added redundancy feature.

- Pattern 3: The model used as magical computing technology demonstrator. It lacks a lever system.