Mistakenly Entered the Conjunction of the Spheres?

Soyer remained silent.

Vesemir stood opposite him, gazing at him silently.

For a moment, only the rustling of the grass and trees in the spring breeze could be heard in the courtyard.

I don't know how much time passed.

A long, desolate sigh rang out.

"Okay, Vesemir, I understand..."

The Sorceress felt a pang of sadness when she saw Soyer's drooping head.

More than forty years ago.

Her relationship with Soyer is still normal.

Although they are not together most of the time, the lovebirds infinitely shorten the distance between the two.

He would tell her everything.

So she knows everything about him.

She knew that forty years ago, he had saved a mother and child from the claws and fangs of Ghoul and ghouls at Ad Calais.

It was only afterward that I learned the identities of the mother and son.

With the king newly dead, ambitious men persecute the orphaned widow and her children by any means necessary.

Adhering to the principle of neutrality, he naturally would not interfere in the affairs of a country, but he introduced the mother and son to many upright knights, nobles, and even wizards.

Thus, the mother and son secured their positions at the highest level in the kingdom.

In return, he received the goodwill of the land of Kedwen.

Countless legendary tales are sung in the taverns of this land, by kingsworn, Dragon Slayer, witchers...

Whether noble or commoner, no one disrespects him... at least on the surface.

His school of thought also prospered because of its demon-slaying and monster-eliminating achievements, earning the kingdom's praise and a large annual stipend.

Although...

His help was neither for personal gain nor for fame.

It was merely the pity of a knight who had not died, and his unwillingness to see anyone bullying the weak.

Thirty years ago.

The mother grows old, and the child grows up.

During those years, Vesemir often heard him say in the lovebirds that he was a resolute and ambitious young king.

He made a pact with the king to eliminate the harmful monsters within the kingdom.

Let the king's people walk, cultivate, and trade openly and honestly on their land...

Thus, he led the school through nearly ten years of thorough purges and crackdowns...

He did what he promised.

So he was abandoned as well.

The young king has become a middle-aged king, and his once innocent yet fervent ambitions have become ambitious, dirty, and bloody.

At some point, he began to desire land more than the people on it, wealth more than those who create it, and war more than peace.

His appetite grew larger and larger, his body became increasingly obese, and his desires became increasingly insatiable.

Until one day, he wanted to become a soldier, a general, the sharpest sword in the king's hand.

Naturally, the two went their separate ways.

And now.

He has not only been abandoned, but will also be eradicated.

The child he once saved has now raised the first sword to pierce him and his beloved school of thought.

Vesemir sighed, looking at Soyer, whose head was bowed and whose face was obscured by shadows.

He acted the same way when he was a child after being scolded by the Duke or Duchess.

Silently, head bowed, the small figure sat on the stone steps in the corner of the castle.

After a moment's hesitation, Vesemir gently stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said:

"It's alright, Soyer."

"You still have Ailin, you still have..."

"...I."

Before she finished speaking, she felt Soyer's body tremble, as if he had relaxed slightly.

"Wei, do I really still have you?"

She nodded. "Yes..."

She paused, glanced up at Soyer, and seeing that he was much better, couldn't help but sigh softly to herself:

Sure enough, no matter how old he gets, he's still that little boy who shrinks back when he's sad.

A simple hug can heal everything.

Before Soyer's arms could encircle her, the Sorceress, as if she had calculated it all, defied his embrace like a graceful butterfly.

She chuckled softly and said:

"... Once we find Ailin and successfully overcome the ordeal he dreamed of in Kaer Morhen, you'll have it!"

Soyer paused for a moment, then smiled.

He glanced toward where the king was, then turned back to gaze into her dark red eyes.

To him, it was the most dazzling gem in the world.

After clearing his mind of distractions, he sighed deeply and said:

Ah~

"That will take a very, very long time..."

"Eh~"

Looking at the ambiguous scene of the Hundred Fruit Garden before him, Ailin sighed and carefully placed the Goddess Meritellie's Amulet back into his leather armor.

The matter of the Evil God and the Goddess Meritellie can only be considered after the apprenticeship competition.

The most important thing now is to figure out where I am and whether I can still complete the request from the Red-haired Elf Ada Emin.

After placing the amulet, Ailin suddenly realized that Francesca seemed to have been silent for a long time.

So he turned his head to look over there.

In the room filled with the fresh scent of herbs, "Valley Daisy" lowered her head and furrowed her brows, seemingly hesitant or confused.

"What's wrong, Francesca?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Ailin asked curiously."

The elf looked up, carefully observed its surroundings, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said:

"Ailin, there's something wrong with this place!"

"Short-distance teleportation has a limited range. The magic power I'm transferring is only enough to send us out of a range of about two hundred meters..."

Upon hearing Francesca's words, Ailin raised an eyebrow and asked:

"You mean?"

Francesca took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Yes, although due to mental exhaustion, short-distance teleportation has become... well... random teleportation, as you said..."

"But regardless of whether you've exhausted your mental energy or have a definite direction, short-distance teleportation is still short-distance teleportation, so..."

"So it's almost impossible for us to leave the cave."

Is it impossible to leave the cave?

Ailin looked up at the sky.

Lazy clouds lay on a blue bed, and the early spring sun shone with warm golden light upon the world.

Clearly, what was above Ailin and Francesca's heads wasn't a dark, gloomy rock wall, but rather a warm, clear spring sky.

However, he did not refute Francesca because of the blue sky and white clouds overhead.

Not only because of her identity as an elven Sorceress, but also because this place was a different Hundred Fruit Garden, similar to, yet completely different from, the one he had in mind.

Besides, Ailin isn't some ordinary witcher born and raised here with little experience.

From the original books and games, he knew that there were many situations in the Witcher world that could cause this phenomenon.

Seeing Ailin looking up at the sky, Francesca assumed he didn't believe her and hurriedly explained:

"Ailin, I know this might be hard to accept, but your eyes may deceive you, but magic cannot lie. I can sense the mobilization of Divine Power ..."

"I believe you, Francesca," Ailin said.

"Ailin, I really didn't lie to you this time... What... What did you say?"

Halfway through her sentence, Francesca suddenly realized that the Witcher wasn't denying, but rather agreeing with her point of view, and asked in surprise with her mouth slightly open.

I said, I trust your judgment.

"You are a professional Sorceress, and magic is your specialty, so I trust your judgment."

Although Ailin believed that the main reason for the judgment was not Francesca.

However, this doesn't stop him from subtly boosting his favorability and increasing the future Elf Queen's affection for the Witcher.

after all.

His main purpose in accepting the Red-haired Elf's commission was to recruit outside help for Kaer Morhen.

Ida Emin may represent the present of the elves, but Francesca completely represents their future.

Seeing the blush of surprise rising on Francesca's cheeks, and sighing at his own worry for the future of the School of the Wolf, Ailin asked earnestly:

"So what do you think is going on here?"

"Valley Daisy" touched her burning cheeks, a warmth spreading through her heart. A smile unconsciously curved her lips, and after a moment, she composed herself and said:

"The most likely explanation is illusion, but the required magical power would be enormous..."

Illusion?

With a thought, Ailin connected with the mirage pearl.

The scene before my eyes instantly became unreal, and even the sunlight turned into a cold hue.

"It really is an illusion!"

Ailin exclaimed inwardly.

"Secondly, we might have been pulled into the dream of some monster or wizard..."

Francesca was still counting on her fingers, carefully listing all the possibilities.

Ailin has begun to examine the truth behind this illusion.

The house in front of me is fake.

In the mirage's vision, within the area defined by the house, there was only a stone platform, the place where he had once slept unconscious.

Although in the game I witnessed the fairytale kingdom created by the illusion master Artorius Vigo for the two princesses of Toussaint.

But a game is a game; the experience is limited to sight and sound.

But reality is different.

The dusty, desolate slate floor contrasts sharply with the translucent Wooden Hut adorned with various herbs and flowers.

Despite the strong, refreshing scent of herbs wafting through its nose, the mirage pearl saw nothing in its field of vision.

Exquisite illusion!

This illusion did more than just deceive his eyes.

If it weren't for the mirage pearl, all five senses would be immersed in this illusory Hundred Fruit Garden, without feeling any sense of incongruity.

The only drawback is that the Mirage Pearl's ability to see through illusions is limited; it can only clearly see within a radius of about ten meters around its body.

Just over ten meters away, there was still the tranquil village scenery of Hundred Fruit Garden under the clear spring sunshine.

Wrong!

Ailin suddenly noticed something was wrong.

He saw the bandages he had just removed on the ground.

This bandage wasn't an illusion!

so...

"At last..."

Francesca's deliberately solemn voice interrupted his thoughts.

After taking a deep breath, she said seriously with her delicate face:

"Finally, we might have been noticed by the Goddess of Misfortune during the teleportation three days ago, accidentally stumbled into the Conjunction of the Spheres, and been teleported to other worlds..."

When you wear a mask and can't see their expression, you don't realize it.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, pretending to be mature and serious, looked rather comical.

When Ailin saw this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Etc!

My body is only fourteen years old!

When I speak seriously, do Vesemir and the others also perceive me that way?

Thinking of this, Ailin's smile suddenly vanished.

Seeing the Witcher's strange expression, Francesca assumed he was frightened by the possibility that the Conjunction of the Spheres, causing him to be transported to another world and unable to return home.

After another wave of guilt, she suppressed the fear of never seeing her loved ones again and comforted them:

"Erlin... Ailin, the Conjunction of the Spheres is the least probable possibility..."

"The Conjunction of the Spheres has not occurred in the world for several hundred years."

"My father... my father once told me that, due to some accident, the passage from this world to other worlds has been blocked."

"Even our cousins, the legendary ' Alder Folk,' the Ain El clan, who are said to possess the ability to travel between worlds, seem to have disappeared from this world for a long time because of this..."

"What kind of accident?" Ailin interrupted with a serious expression.

He knew, of course, that apart from the few times that Ailin had caused, whether by choice or not, there hadn't been Conjunction of the Spheres in the world for a very long time.

But the passages to other worlds are blocked?

Is this mentioned in the original work or the game?

And what about the Ain El clan, also known as the "Wild Hunt"? These are characters who are major plot bosses in both the original work and the game. How could they just disappear like that?

Is this yet another instance of the discrepancy between the real world and the worlds of memory?

Or perhaps, between now and the beginning of the original story a hundred years from now, what major event has happened in this world that caused the "Alder Folk" to reappear in this world?

Francesca was taken aback, not expecting Ailin to be interested in this question.

She frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"My father didn't tell me."

Ailin sighed regretfully.

Indeed, how could the elven sage discuss such a significant matter with a young elf who is not yet an adult?

"However, if you want to know, I can ask my father when I get back and then I'll tell you." The beautiful voice of a spring dripping in a secluded valley rang out.

Ailin looked in the direction of the sound and saw Francesca looking at him with eyes full of guilt.

"Thank you, Francesca."

"No need to thank me, consider it a small apology for dragging you into this danger."

Francesca bowed her head:

"We just don't know how to get out of here yet. If we've really stumbled into the Conjunction of the Spheres... I might not even be able to offer this much apology..."

"It's not Conjunction of the Spheres!"

Ailin suddenly interrupted Francesca.

"Valley Daisy" thought the Witcher was trying to comfort her, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, it can't be the Conjunction of the Spheres!"

"I'm serious. No one in this world understands the Conjunction of the Spheres better than me!" Ailin walked into the "room".

"Ah?"

Francesca couldn't understand what the Witcher was talking about and tilted her head in confusion.

Ailin did not explain his intentions in detail.

After entering the room, he bent down and squatted down to pick up the bandage that had just been changed from the ground.

"Moreover, I might... have already found a way to leave this place..."

Ailin suddenly paused, raising the bandage stained with dark red blood:

"No, perhaps we can find our own goals and then leave safely."

"Ah?"

She could understand every single word Ailin said, but she couldn't grasp the meaning behind his words when put together.

He only woke up not long ago, didn't he?

Where would we find the time to find a way to leave this place?

Could it be that the person lying unconscious in bed for three days isn't the Witcher, but me?

Francesca was a little confused. "What do you mean by target?"

"My human couple, and your elf!"