My Little Boy Has Grown Up (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader "Soda 0" 1/10)

In the end, Ailin wasn't as devilish as she seemed.

Although his revised version of the Trial of the Mountains has improved controllability and drastically reduced difficulty.

For apprentices, the more obvious change is that they have fewer days to practice and prepare, and the Trial of the Mountains become more unfamiliar and uncertain.

So the pressure is no less than it was for Ailin.

He himself had rested well for a few days after the Trial of the Mountains, so why make things difficult for others who were also suffering?

Therefore, the experiment on "Legion Skill: Resonance" was postponed to the next day.

However, the second day's attempt also yielded less than ideal results, or rather, no results at all.

After practicing the six mudras for a day, none of them produced a "resonance".

As for the Ice Lance Spell, the members are still learning it, and none of them have unlocked the skill yet.

Therefore, the experiment on "resonance" has to be temporarily suspended.

We're about to descend the mountain.

Ailin did not lead his legions on another hunt in Kaer Morhen.

He himself would leave the Ancient Sea Fortress in the morning, go to the Rock Troll camp, deliver some rotten flesh, and cultivate a relationship with the Big Stone family of three.

afternoon.

Ailin would usually discuss the development of the Witcher Company and the defenses of Kaer Morhen with the Chief and Aristo.

These defenses will be gradually rotated as the witchers descend the mountain.

The deployment also includes crafting common defensive tools such as logs and falling rocks, which will be the responsibility of the Pact of the Wolves members remaining in Kaer Morhen.

After Ailin privately revealed the crisis of the Future School to the members of the Legion, they all accepted the mission with serious faces and a strong sense of mission.

night.

Ailin would then come to the Alchemy Room, to prepare some potions for the journey.

He would also inform his Chief Sorcerer of everything that had been discussed that afternoon concerning the Witcher Company.

Amidst Mary's expressions—sometimes serious, sometimes confused, sometimes understanding, and sometimes even incomprehensible to Ailin —he offered his own interpretations of these discussions, hoping to quickly align Mary's brainwaves with his own.

Lady Vesemir would also add her own insights and ideas.

And the next Trial of Grasses will be held after Ailin's return.

that's all.

Time quickly came to descend the mountain.

early morning.

The sun is shining brightly; it's a perfect day to send someone off on a long journey.

At the gate of the Ancient Sea Fortress, a large group of people were gathered in a scattered manner.

They stood together, chatting and laughing.

Before long, some people will leave and some will return, and everyone's expression will reveal their reluctance to part.

This is the fate of the Witcher.

Gatherings are always short-lived, and separations are always the norm.

Perhaps we won't see the same people next year, or we won't even have a place to pay our respects.

This year is the same, and every year is the same.

No!

Perhaps they are not the same.

At least this year, every Witcher about to embark on a long journey carries an extra potion pouch on their waist.

Inside, there was a clanging and jingling sound, indicating the preparation of three kinds of magic potions according to their respective needs.

Killer Whale, cat's eyes, and Necrophage Oil.

Among them, the most numerous were witchers who prepared Killer Whale, and many witchers even had a whole bag of Killer Whale in their Waist Pouch.

After all, having more escape routes often means having an extra life.

Waterways exist in cities, villages, and even uninhabited mountains.

As many witchers left, passing by the largest group of people outside the city gate, they would always nod gratefully to a young figure.

Even among that group of people, some were older than him, some had higher status, and some were stronger than him.

"Chief, without even figuring out the King's attitude, are we really going to send Ailin over to participate in the competition?"

Seeing people nodding to Ailin and leaving in the distance, White couldn't help but turn his head and ask.

The chief glanced at White and then said matter-of-factly:

"White, Ailin is a witcher!"

White sighed upon hearing this and said nothing more.

Ailin is a witcher.

Witchers always have to go down the mountain to hunt monsters.

This is not just about making a living, but also about their mission and the meaning of their existence.

But demon hunters always die.

No one knows the lifespan of a Witcher, because for them, death always comes sooner than aging.

And sooner or later, no one is an exception.

Inside the pale red protective shield not far away, the Sorceress gently gave her instructions:

"Although the Goddess Meritellie's Amulet can temporarily block the Evil God's vision, you must not forget to go to the church of the true god..."

"It would be best to go to the Temple of Melitele in Arland. I have already written to High Priest Ianna. Just take this amulet with you and someone will take you there."

"Going there now would be too late..."

The Sorceress had been giving him instructions on various matters for at least an hour.

It feels good to be cared for, but being told this and that like a child in front of everyone is obviously a bit awkward.

"I understand, Lady Vesemir."

"As soon as I finish participating in Ban Ad's Apprentice Combat Tournament, I will go to the Temple of Melitele in Arland."

Ailin repeatedly assured him.

The Sorceress nodded in satisfaction when she saw that he had really taken the matter to heart.

Then, with a snap of his fingers, he conjured a delicate little bag that jingled as he was about to hand it to Ailin.

Upon seeing this, he quickly declined, and even glanced cautiously at the chief.

Using alchemical materials freely in the Alchemy Room is one thing, but having your wallet stuffed into someone's face...

This... this is really hard to accept.

"What's wrong, Ailin?"

The Sorceress was puzzled by his refusal. After thinking for a moment, she snapped her fingers again.

A dark, minimalist men's purse, which also looked very expensive, replaced the delicate little bag.

"No need, Lady Vesemir."

"Money... I can earn money by taking on commissions myself."

Ailin's face turned bright red.

I never imagined that I could experience being kept by a rich woman in another world.

But he's Child of Miracle, how could he be troubled by money?

Keep in mind that he was carrying Elsa's Silver Sword, a dwarf master sword worth 17,325 Oren.

Seeing the resistant expression on Ailin's face, the Sorceress suddenly remembered the conversation between several noble ladies at a banquet she had attended a few years ago, and immediately understood.

"My little boy has grown up and has a sense of self-respect."

She then stopped insisting, glanced at Mary who had been waiting for a long time, and another conversation from the banquet came to mind.

"Smack!"

A snap of the fingers.

The light red soundproof shield was removed.

"Mary, come here quickly!"

"Ailin has something she wants to tell you!"

The Sorceress's voice wasn't loud, but the Witcher Master around her were all highly perceptive.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gazes toward them, their ears twitching almost imperceptibly.

"Da~Da~Da~"

Mary, wearing brown leather boots and a red dress, with shallow dimples, walked over and asked expectantly:

"Ailin, what do you want to tell me?"