Mary Wasn't Called Mary

Apprentice training ground.

As the sun sets, Klar and Ernie are dueling with wooden sticks.

"Slap~ Slap~"

The wooden sticks moved rapidly and continuously, striking each other.

As time went on, Ernie was clearly being quickly suppressed.

Until another spin, a lightning strike.

"Smack!"

The ordinary wooden stick that had been suppressed suddenly lost its footing and was then violently knocked away by a force.

The outcome is decided.

Ernie looked at her empty hands and stared at Klar in disbelief.

How could someone improve so much in a single battle, going from basically holding his own against him to just now knocking his wooden stick away?

In such a short time, the sun didn't even have time to set.

wrong...

This is possible...

Ernie turned her head to look at the five figures on the edge of the training field, then looked at Klar, who was also stunned and staring blankly at his hands. She couldn't help but feel envious.

"When will the Witcher's Eye look at me?!"

The people standing on the sidelines were also discussing it amongst themselves.

"This time, it was Klar who was spotted by the Witcher's Eye, wasn't it?" Fred asked casually, leaning on the railing.

"That should be right." Bont nodded.

Huus glanced around and saw that the few people there were all members of the Pact of the Wolves.

This training ground was far from the main road, which he had specifically chosen.

Since his strength improved dramatically in a battle, Huus deliberately avoided the vice-captain and moved his training location here.

He knew who had caused this situation, and several people, including the apprentice, knew it.

Therefore, they named this phenomenon "The Witcher's Eye".

However, for some reason, Ailin neither admitted nor denied it, but simply gave a vague and perfunctory answer.

After a moment's thought, Huus earnestly instructed both sides:

"Fred, remind Klar not to tell anyone, especially not to brag to the apprentices who haven't even passed the Trial of Grasses."

"Bont, go and comfort Ernie. Tell him that as long as he trains hard, he will one day be noticed by the Witcher's Eye."

"I'll go to the other apprentices and give them another warning."

"Don't worry!" Bont and Fred nodded, got up from the railing, and walked toward their respective goals.

Huus pondered for a moment longer, and after confirming that nothing had been missed, he walked over to the other apprentices.

What should the Pact of the Wolves do after leaving Kaer Morhen?

Ailin has been thinking about this problem for the past few days and has already made some progress.

After discussing with the chief, aside from Huus and his two companions who participated in the Apprentice Combat Tournament with him, all the other apprentices who passed the Trial of the Mountains and were willing to join the legion would stay in Kaer Morhen for the year.

They will gradually take over the defense of Kaer Morhen, and will be instructed in swordsmanship and signs by Vice-Commander Aristo.

Then, after Ailin returns from Ben Ade, further arrangements will be made based on the situation.

The plan was very well-thought-out, but to be honest, he still felt it wasn't enough.

Without knowing Aristo's true character, Ailin needs to place one of his own within the legion.

after all.

One should not harbor thoughts of harming others, but one should not be without the intention to guard against them.

Although we are all in the same boat in the face of impending doom, what if something happens?

So Ailin thought of the Sorceress.

Given the Sorceress's past attitude, she probably wouldn't...

"I'm sorry, Ailin." The Sorceress shook her head.

... Refuse, huh?

Ailin was taken aback by what he heard.

Was he rejected by the Sorceress?

This was the first time the Sorceress had refused his request.

"Once you leave Kaer Morhen, it will be about time for me to leave too," the cool female voice explained.

Ailin remained silent for a moment.

It was embarrassing to be rejected, but there was nothing that could be done since the Sorceress had her own things to do.

Now that things have come to this, he can only think of other ways; if that doesn't work, he can only trust Aristo.

Thinking this, Ailin was about to say a few polite words and take his leave.

"However..." the Sorceress suddenly glanced at Mary, "Mary won't be going back with me. You can invite her to be your Legion Sorcerer."

"Ah?"

Upon hearing her name, Mary looked up blankly from the stench of the water ghost's heart.

"What's wrong, Lady Vesemir?"

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Although she didn't hear why the Sorceress mentioned her, Mary immediately turned her head and put on a sweet smile.

"Ailin invites you to be a warlock in his legion. Would you be willing?" the Sorceress asked directly on Ailin's behalf.

No!

Mary was extremely unwilling.

She glared resentfully at the "evil" witcher, Ailin.

This man stole Lady Vesemir's favor, tormented her with the stench of the potion, and now leaves her to spend her days and nights with a pile of rotting hearts...

Moreover, becoming a subordinate of a Witcher!

How could this be...

The Sorceress turned cold.

Oh no! My mind has been read!

"Yes, Lady Vesemir," Mary cleared her throat and replied softly.

The Sorceress's complexion improved, and Mary breathed a sigh of relief.

When Ailin heard the Sorceress offer him the invitation, he was taken aback and was about to refuse.

But in a flash, he realized that Mary was indeed a better choice.

They're one of our own, no doubt about it.

Compared to Vesemir, it's easier to communicate with her because they are the same age.

It may even contain Killer Whale, cat's eyes, Ghoul Oil, and the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid.

As she thought about it, Ailin's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

After pondering for a moment with his head bowed, he asked with a smile:

"Lady Mary, how much more Essence Fluid do you need to refine today?"

Mary paused for a moment, before she could say anything.

The Sorceress suddenly said, "We have enough Essence Fluid for today. Go and discuss the legion's affairs with Ailin!"

Mary paused for a moment, then glanced at the basin full of water ghost hearts and instantly jumped up from her seat, her big eyes curving into adorable crescent moons with laughter.

She glanced at Ailin, a surge of goodwill rising within her, and thought to herself:

"This little witcher is pretty quick-witted!"

Immediately following.

Under the Sorceress's gaze, Ailin used "Lady Mary" and "Respected Chief Sorcerer of the Legion" to persuade Mary to agree to many unequal treaties.

I kept track of the Witcher Company's movements and wrote to them regularly to report back.

The instructors taught the soldiers how to prepare Killer Whale, cat's eye, and Necrophage Oil.

Finally, he handed her a training plan, asking Mary to write it down in her spare time so that he could supervise the training of the legion members after he left Kaer Morhen.

After listening for a while, the Sorceress snapped her fingers and produced a piece of parchment with gold trim.

"Mary might not be able to remember all of this you've said."

The Sorceress handed over the parchment and a beautiful quill, saying gently:

"Just write it here!"

Without giving it much thought, Ailin wrote down everything that had just been said and then passed it on to Mary.

He instinctively followed his past life's habits and had Mary sign her name to indicate that she was aware of his presence.

Upon hearing this, Mary instinctively took the pen and wrote a long string of words on the parchment.

Um?

Isn't Mary's name Mary?

Ailin looked over curiously and saw at the very bottom of the parchment, written in cursive script:

Margarita Laux Antillie

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