Child of Destiny and Child of Miracle

Years later, if I had to choose the most embarrassing, painful, and unforgettable moment of my life, I would be able to do so.

The masters of the School of the Wolf, including Vesemir, must have something to say.

"What... what are you doing?"

The woman's clear, cool voice, though not loud, completely drowned out the noisy croaking of frogs.

The instant the question was asked.

The Killer Lake were deathly silent.

"Chirp chirp~"

Birds in the sky landed on the trees and watched this scene with curiosity.

Awkward!

This is really... so embarrassing!

When everyone was practicing the Ice Lance Spell, they thought it was just a normal hand seal.

After all, everyone was practicing, and "Guala Guala" still seemed very mysterious.

Once an outsider raises a sincere question, she instantly feels as if her clothes have been stripped off, leaving her utterly ashamed.

What's even more embarrassing is that the person was a respected Sorceress.

Moreover, the Sorceress has a very wide network of connections...

"What's wrong?"

The chief also stepped out of the portal.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the masters of the school, standing there motionless like sculptures.

"Phew~"

"I...we were just practicing the Ice Lance Spell."

White, the old Witcher Master White gray hair, let out a long breath, stepped forward, and gave a stiff reply.

It's unclear whether the answer was to the Sorceress's question or the chief's question.

The chief paused for a moment upon hearing this, then lowered his head to stroke his short beard, a smile involuntarily curving his lips.

Clearly, as the Chief of the School of the Wolf, he is not only extremely strong in ability, but also has a strong ability to make connections.

The Sorceress, however, acted as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't heard anything, and asked curiously:

"Oh, is it the spell that Ailin created?"

"Can you show it to me?"

The Witcher Master exchanged glances, breathed a sigh of relief, and then all looked at Vesemir.

after all.

He is the only one here who knows how to use this hand seal.

Vesemir, exasperated, opened and closed his mouth several times before finally managing to channel his magic.

"Croak~ Croak~ Croak croak..."

The deep, clear incantation, accompanied by the chirping of birds in the trees, sounded particularly eerie.

Especially for Vesemir...

Soon, the chanting stopped.

A small ice spear appeared in Vesemir's hand once again.

It then pierced the birch tree again.

Vesemir nodded slightly, glanced at the other Witcher Master, and suddenly said to herself:

"Whether it's a hand seal or a spell, chanting incantations is all about attracting elements to gather and assisting in their arrangement..."

"So what's important isn't the pronunciation, but the melody..."

The several Witcher Master were stunned for a moment, and then, realizing that they were being given a hint, they stood there in disbelief for a few seconds.

The Crimson Fox, known in the warlock world for his irritability and impatience, and even reluctant to teach his own apprentices, is actually teaching these demon hunters magic.

In a flash, several Witcher Master glanced at the chief not far away.

The CEO has indeed reconciled with Lady Vesemir!

After thanking the Sorceress with grateful nods, they all asked their questions.

Soon, the sound of frogs croaking rose again from the Killer Lake.

This time, however, the patterns will be much more regular.

Looking at the Sorceress who had finished giving her instructions and was walking over, the chief sorcerer said softly:

"Wei, thank you for agreeing..."

The Sorceress waved her hand expressionlessly, interrupting the chief, and said:

"Don't flatter yourself, I didn't help them because of you."

The chief shook his head helplessly, hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the Witcher Master by the lake before looking at the Sorceress.

Smack!

With a snap of the fingers, the pale red soundproof shield rose up.

"Speak, what is it?" Vesemir said directly.

The chief priest slowly walked to the Sorceress's side, carefully choosing his words, and said:

"Wei, the Child of Miracle has been reborn from death for a long time..."

"That prophecy was correct, and our actions back then were correct, so why can't we reconcile?"

"So many years have passed, I haven't found another woman, and you've remained chaste. You should feel the same way about me..."

Seeing the witcher's increasingly agitated tone and burning emotions that seemed to scorch her, the Sorceress took a step back, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

This step also interrupted the Witcher's heartfelt expression of emotion.

He glanced at Vesemir with disappointment, then looked up at the majestic peaks of the Blue Mountains.

The place is sparsely populated, and the snow never melts, just like the heart of the person before me.

I will never understand it, and I will never get close to it.

Sometimes he even had doubts...

Could those beautiful times spent with her in the distant past have been nothing more than a dream during a bloody hunt when weary?

The Sorceress read the witcher's mind.

She stared at him intently for a few seconds while his gaze was still fixed on the distant mountains.

His expression then returned to its indifferent state, as if the previous gaze had been an illusion.

"Let's talk about it after you get through this..."

The witcher lowered his head sharply and asked incredulously:

"Wei... what did you just say?"

The Sorceress sighed, looking at the demon hunter's foolish, expectant smile, and instead of repeating herself, spoke in a rare gentle tone:

"Soyer Henrietta, if it can break the Ancient Sea Fortress's doomed fate, why shouldn't I agree to your request..."

"If it doesn't work..."

"On the day Kaer Morhen falls, whether you or Ailin like it or not, I will take him with me."

The witcher wasn't upset by the Sorceress's polite refusal; instead, he made a joke:

"Aren't you going to take me with you?"

"Will you come with us?" the Sorceress asked in return.

The witcher stared at the Sorceress's earnest expression for a moment, then felt a warmth in his heart.

Then he sighed deeply and did not answer the question.

The Sorceress did not speak again.

She knew that if that day really came...

He would only brandish his silver and steel swords, shouting for glory, and gladly face death.

He's such a fool.

As the eldest son of the family, he was easily fooled and abandoned his title, throwing himself into daily suffering and fighting.

The Witcher community is falling apart, yet they still fantasize about upholding their principles and returning to the path of glory.

They even believed it was all fate.

He is the Child of Destiny; as long as fate does not allow him to perish, he will never die.

Almost everyone in the School of the Wolf is like that.

Naïve and innocent.

The Sorceress had actually seen through it all in the past few days.

How could a witcher who devoutly believes in fate actually want to break free from it?

The only one who truly wanted to break free from fate at the Ancient Sea Fortress was the one who made the prophecy, her Ailin.

The others kept saying they were trying to find a solution or a way out.

In reality, they were just going with the flow.

That makes sense.

How could Kaer Morhen, with only fifty-odd Witchers, possibly contend with Lord Kedwen, who commanded tens of thousands of troops, and Ban Ard Academy, whose students numbered over a hundred?

As she thought about it, the Sorceress wished she could persuade Ailin right now to leave this despairing place and take him far away.

Kedwen can't tolerate them, he'll go to Temeria, Riedania, and if that doesn't work, there's Skellige and Nilfgaard.

Right!

Go to Nilfgaard, then back to Toussaint; that's the best place for Ailin...

"Wei..."

The Sorceress frowned, and the moment she looked up from her reverie at the sound, she was suddenly stunned.

It wasn't noon yet.

A group of people walked down the snow-capped mountain.