Are Nonhumans Really Elves?

"We've been discovered? How could that be?"

Farouk jumped up from his seat, disregarding etiquette in front of the middle-aged man, his voice shrill with surprise.

My brain frantically searches for any information I might have missed.

Robin was the only one with them at the time, could it be him?

No, when I was setting up the trail markers, I deliberately avoided Robin...

He wouldn't be able to figure out my setup.

Or perhaps the Chief of the School of the Wolf?

But when he agreed, he looked completely indifferent. Could it be that he sent Witcher Master to secretly follow me afterwards?

Seeing Farouk's face flushed with anxiety, the middle-aged man shook his head and comforted him:

"It's not your fault."

"It's Vesemir."

"The reason you didn't see Vesemir in Kaer Morhen is because she was doing something else."

Farouk breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the road sign had nothing to do with him, and sat down again.

He asked curiously, "What is Lady Vesemir doing?"

The middle-aged man took the black tea poured from the porcelain cup, took two sips, and then said:

"Vesemir is helping those witchers find out about the cat-wolf competition and the real reason why Haxor invited Soyer to hunt elves."

"She even found out about me."

Farouk's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing this.

"So what did you say?"

The middle-aged man said expressionlessly, "To tell you the truth."

Seeing that the middle-aged man was unwilling to elaborate, Farouk, though curious, tactfully changed the subject.

"Since the Witchers of the School of the Wolf might know that the Cat vs. Wolf Apprentice Combat Tournament is a conspiracy, will they still come to Ban Ade?"

"Do we need to adjust the plan?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said with certainty:

"They have to come as long as they want to live on the land of Kedwen."

Farouk thought for a moment and then suddenly realized what was going on, before he was startled.

Lady Vesemir did indeed have a close relationship with the School of the Wolf, and the information she provided to the King was incorrect.

Farouk muttered as he rose and bid farewell to the middle-aged man.

"Dean, I will return to Ad Kalai now and inform the King of this matter."

"No need." The middle-aged man put down his teacup and gently shook his head.

"But the king isn't..." Farouk paused, surprised, and stopped in his tracks.

"Remember, you are a wizard, not a subject of the king."

"For us, it doesn't matter who wins or loses between the nobles and the witchers, as long as they fight."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

"But what if the king is not prepared, and the troops are not ready? What if the plan goes wrong?" Farouk asked hesitantly.

"Tell him about Vesemir, and the plan will take an unexpected turn."

The middle-aged man shook his head and instructed his former apprentice:

"Haxor is just a mortal."

"Mortal wisdom is swayed by chaotic emotions, and Haxor will be afraid once he learns of Vesemir's relationship with the School of the Wolf."

Fear leads to hesitation, and hesitation leads to failure.

"Therefore, he doesn't need to know too much; we just need to guide him to do the right thing at the right time."

He paused, then continued:

"As for Vesemir..."

"I'll figure something out when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, Farouk was immediately invigorated.

Lady Vesemir is powerful and cruel.

However, compared to Demon Source Heng Gedimidis, the gap is even greater than the gap between Farouk and a warlock apprentice.

When Lady Vesemir was mentioned, Farouk suddenly recalled an amusing anecdote and said with a smile to the middle-aged man:

"Speaking of Lady Vesemir, she was teaching alchemy to a witcher apprentice while she was in Kaer Morhen."

"Hmm? A Witcher apprentice?" The middle-aged man's curiosity was piqued.

How could Vesemir, who is as fiery as a flame, have this kind of patience?

What use is alchemy to someone with such meager magical power as a Witcher?

Seeing that the dean was interested, Farouk continued speaking.

"According to Robin, that witcher apprentice is quite skilled; he was able to behead a water ghost with an ordinary steel sword right after passing the trial."

"It seems to be a special kind of demon hunter physique, called... something like Witcher's Eye."

"The Witcher's Eye? A steel sword to behead a water ghost?" The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then repeated in confusion.

"Huh? Even the dean doesn't know?" Farouk was also taken aback.

Witchers were created to protect humanity.

Therefore, this study was not private, although Henry Gedimidis was not deeply involved in it.

However, Cosimo Maraspina, the father of the Witcher, and his apprentice Alzure often communicated with the original human demonic beings during their research, exchanging research progress and experiences.

Therefore, the secrets of the Witcher that many wizards sought to uncover were not mysterious to Hen Gedimidis.

"Perhaps Robin is exaggerating, or perhaps the Witcher after Alzure has undergone some kind of mutation..." Farouk said uncertainly.

The middle-aged man, still deep in thought with his head down, looked up and smiled when he heard Farouk's explanation, but said nothing more.

"Maybe, let's not talk about this."

"So much time has passed, have you encountered any problems with magic? We can discuss it."

then.

After Farouk's several magical problems were resolved, he prepared to take his leave.

"Wait, Farouk, take this."

Farouk had already reached the door, turned around upon hearing the sound, and a thick parchment book flew into his arms.

Portal Spatial Positioning Method

He paused for a moment, realizing that this was exactly what he needed right now, and subconsciously looked up.

"You must have had a long journey." The middle-aged man smiled gently.

Upon hearing this, Farouk bowed gratefully and left at the middle-aged man's signal.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was gently closed.

The middle-aged man once again opened the thin parchment book in his hands, which contained only a few pages.

"Aen Ithlinnespeath" is the prophetic book of the elven Prophetess Ithlinne's Prophecy.

The open pages were written in the language of elves:

Know that the Time of Sword and Axe is approaching, marking the Era of the Cold Wolf and Blizzard.

The world will Die in Frost and Reborn Under the New Sun.

Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Pay attention to the signs!

To know what the signs are...

First, Filius Miraculi— the Child of Miracle —was born in a bitterly cold land.

Death and rebirth, non-human beings bring blood and fire.

then.

When Aen Seidhe—blood of the elves—overwhelms the earth, you should all weep, for the destroyer of nations will come.

Your land will be trampled and divided up.

Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee.

Bats, owls, and crows will appear in your homes, and snakes and insects will make them their nests...

a long time

"Pfft~"

The thin pages of the book were closed.

Henry Gedimidis sighed as he thought of the elves playing hide-and-seek with the wizards in Ben Ade.

"Ithlinne, Ithlinne ..."

"Is your prophecy true or false?"

"Did you foretell the destruction of the elves, or will the elves perish because of your prophecy?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he remained silent for a long time, before letting out a soft sigh:

Are these non-human beings truly elves?

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