Witcher Master Ailin

The Door of Ad Guise?

Ailin frowned.

He felt like he'd heard the name somewhere before.

"That's the reward for being entrusted with something."

"Witcher, are you satisfied?"

Ada Emin interrupted Ailin's thoughts.

"I'm very satisfied," Ailin nodded.

Since it can trigger the Witcher's Handbook, it must be useful to him.

Moreover...

The goal of forming an alliance with the elves has been achieved.

This fragment of the Ade Gais Gate could even be considered an unexpected bonus.

"That's right!"

"Respected Ian Savigny, are you familiar with the Gate of Ade Gais?"

If you don't understand, just ask!

With the knowledgeable elf right in front of him, Ailin naturally wouldn't try to recall everything on his own.

Ada Emin paused for a moment, then asked in return:

Why would you ask that question?

"Where did you learn the name Ade Gais's Gate?"

Seeing Ada Emin's gentle smile fade and her tone become wary as she answered questions with questions, Ailin knew something was wrong.

She didn't know that the gem was a fragment of the Aard Gais Gate!

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with the Gate of Ade Gass?"

He quietly gripped the gem in his hand, emptying his mind.

Seeing that Ailin was unwilling to answer, Ida Emin gave him a deep look and then lowered her head in thought.

It was as if he was struggling with whether or not to tell him the answer.

Just as Ailin thought Ida Emin wasn't going to answer and was about to change the subject to avoid an awkward situation, he suddenly heard:

"The Gate of Ade Gass— The Grand Gate..."

The melodious sound of the dripping spring in the valley of Francesca attracted everyone's attention.

"It is said that we once owned this door before Ian El parted ways with his brother and when he was still known as Ian Woodward..."

"Through this door, the former Aion Woodard clan traversed time and space, traveling to various realms to multiply and thrive..."

"Therefore, the Gate of Ade-Gase is also known as the Gate of All Realms."

"Although I don't know why a door that was supposed to stay in place would be lost..."

"However, the Ade Gate did indeed disappear later."

"At the same time, the Ian Woodard family gradually lost its ability to travel through time..."

Ailin remembered it at that moment.

The original work did mention the Ade Gais Gate a few times, so it's no wonder he had some recollection of it.

Even to some extent.

The Elder Blood was created by the elves in their search for the Gate of Ad-Gais, or rather, to make up for its loss.

"Then Ian Woodward was forced to split up, becoming us, Ian El and Ian Siddy..."

"Of course, I always thought this door was just a myth, although..."

Francesca winked her bright blue eyes at Ailin:

"It is recorded in the history books of the Elven people."

"Enid, this is not a myth, this is the history of the Ion El clan," Ada Emin's helpless voice rang out.

"But even the oldest members of the clan have never seen the White Ship the Ain El clan used to travel through time and space to come to this world, let alone that mysterious door," Francesca retorted.

Ada Emin shook her head and stopped arguing with Francesca.

"Although there are some flaws, Enid is right."

"That is indeed the history of the Ad Guise Gate."

"Only..."

Ada Emin looked at the Witcher:

"The Gate of Ad Guise should be a secret to outsiders."

"No one other than Ion El should know this," Ada Emin glanced at Francesca, "Nor should any Ion El tell anyone."

Francesca playfully stuck out her tongue.

Ailin, who was being stared at by Ida Emin, fell silent.

He naturally couldn't reveal that the fragment of the Gate of Ad Gais had just been given to him by an Ian Savigny as payment for a commission.

In front of a Sorceress who can read minds, it's better to directly state your stance and refuse to answer than to make excuses or try to evade the question.

"Never mind."

Ada Emin sighed.

"Given the current state of the Aion El clan, it's just a piece of history, nothing to be attached to."

"Bang!"

An orange portal appeared in front of the cabin.

"Asha, is there anything else you want to say to the Witcher?"

Ada Emin looked at Sadia.

Sadia nodded slightly and glanced at the Wooden Hut.

At this moment.

It was only then that Ailin noticed the Half-elf children, who, for some reason, had remained inside the house and hadn't come out.

"They're all asleep," Sadia said, her gaze lingering on the dark window. "I've already told Lyra everything, so you don't need to worry."

Sadia withdrew her gaze and looked at Ailin:

"Ailin, I will not forget my promise, so..."

"I hope you can take good care of them for me."

Ailin nodded solemnly:

"Please rest assured, Lady Vesemir is currently near Ban Ad, and I will ask her to send the children back to Kaer Morhen tomorrow."

Sadia nodded, glanced one last time at the direction of the Wooden Hut and Hodon's grave, and walked toward the portal.

As she passed Francesca, she paused and politely said goodbye in the manner and tone of Granny Asha.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped into the portal.

"Enid, are you coming back with us?"

"Your father is very worried about you."

Ada Emin looked at Francesca.

"No," Francesca shook her head. "I plan to settle accounts with that fraudulent prophet first, and then continue searching for my mother."

Upon hearing this, Ada Emin and Ailin looked at the portal almost simultaneously.

"What's wrong?" The perceptive Francesca noticed the unusual behavior of the two.

"Nothing."

Ailin responded instinctively.

Ida Emin, on the other hand, affectionately patted Francesca's head to divert her attention:

"Then I'll be leaving now. Be careful in the human world!"

"Also, once you find that 'liar,' remember to come back and check on him. Perhaps Sadia will be back by then."

"Is this your prophecy?" Francesca asked.

Ida Emin smiled and nodded.

Without offering any further explanation, he stepped into the portal.

"Bang!"

The portal disappeared.

Only Ailin and Francesca remained in front of the Wooden Hut.

After a few seconds of inexplicable silence, Francesca suddenly spoke:

"Now that things are settled here, I'm leaving."

The thought that Francesca had just brushed past her mother, and now she had to search for her non-existent mother in the dangerous human world, was unbearable.

Ailin couldn't help but continue to hint, saying:

"Um...you can go back and see, didn't Ada Emin say that your mother..."

"Granny Asha must be Sadia," Francesca suddenly said.

"Huh?" The Witcher's mouth dropped open in surprise. "You knew?"

"Sometimes what we are really looking for may be right beside us."

"Ailin, isn't this what you told me?"

"Although I did a lot of stupid things in the underground cave, I wasn't stupid enough to not understand such a simple reminder."

Francesca sighed sadly and looked towards the Wooden Hut.

There lay her six Half-elf children, her half-sisters.

"Then why didn't you...?"

Ailin subconsciously voiced his doubts, but then interrupted himself because it was inappropriate.

"I don't know either."

Francesca clearly understood what he meant.

A deep blue gaze revealed a profound sense of confusion.

"I don't know why I didn't directly acknowledge her as my mother..."

"Perhaps it's because I don't know how to face the mother who fell in love with a human and gave birth to a child..."

"Or perhaps it's just fear, fear that after we recognize each other, she will run away from me again?"

Ailin remained silent.

He was an orphan and had never experienced anything like this.

I didn't know what to say to comfort Francesca at that moment.

then.

He chose not to offer comfort, but instead abruptly changed the subject:

So where do you plan to go next?

"Go home," Francesca said, composing herself. "I just need to be a little slower than Ada and the others."

After saying that.

Francesca glanced at the Wooden Hut again, then silently recited a spell.

"Bang!"

An orange-yellow portal appeared.

Goodbye, Ailin!

After saying goodbye to Ailin, Francesca headed towards the portal.

"Enid, wait a minute!"

Ailin suddenly called out to Francesca.

"Is there anything else?"

Francesca turned her head.

Ailin pulled "Nightfall" from his leather armor and handed it to Francesca:

"Thank you for the tools, they are very useful and have helped me a lot!"

Francesca blushed slightly.

However, she did not accept the "Nightfall" award.

"They are yours now. Consider it compensation for the amulets I damaged due to my recklessness!"

"Besides, I'm going home, and I don't need them anymore."

Seeing that Francesca was serious, Ailin stopped being coy and persisting.

This set of magical items was indeed very useful to him.

"That's settled then, I'm leaving."

When Francesca saw Ailin accept "Nightfall," the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing her adorable dimples.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ailin!"

Ailin held the soft "Night" in her hands, feeling a strange sense of reluctance.

"Me too, Enid!"

Francesca smiled and turned around.

"Bang!"

The portal disappeared.

Only Ailin remained in front of the Wooden Hut.

Hudson abandoned mine.

Inside a tent.

"Soyer is not dead!"

"The elves have also disappeared!"

Haxor glanced at him coldly.

Ben Ade's vice-principal, Jens, looked grim and ignored Haxor's questioning.

However, the fact that the Destiny Gem that the Dean had ordered had gone missing also dampened his enthusiasm for arguing with the ruler of the same country.

Tresius remained expressionless as always.

But it is quite obvious.

Seeking the king's mercy, the leader of the School of the Cat of Preservation lacked the confidence of Jens regarded power as dirt.

So Haxor finished speaking.

Tresius hesitated for two seconds before explaining:

"There are no Rock Troll, and the Sorceress is near Soyer, we can't find her..."

"I don't want to hear these excuses," Haxor interrupted. "All I know is that you failed to do what you promised me."

"Twice now!"

He held up two thick, carrot-like fingers:

"Tresius! Your School of the Cat has failed twice already."

The leader of the School of the Cat remained silent.

Having learned what had happened from Haxor, the deputy commander of the King's Guard, Jaquell naturally knew that none of what had happened today could be blamed on Tresius.

but.

This doesn't stop him from using this failure to teach him a lesson.

It always takes time to make a wildcat willingly and obediently submit, doesn't it?

"And you, Jens!"

Haxor's gaze was fixed on the eyes beneath the comical pointed hat.

"Your classmate Ad has failed to keep any of the promises you made. Is this how Dean Henry Gedmiddis teaches you to do things?"

Upon hearing Dean Ben Ade's name, Jens's expression darkened further.

However, he knew very well what kind of person Haxor was.

He gave a soft "humph" and then glanced sideways at Lord Kedwen:

"Just tell me, Haxor, what do you want?"

King Kedwen didn't mind either:

"Ten days later, there will be Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat."

"I've already invited Soyer to come up on stage and watch..."

Jens interrupted directly:

"Ban Ade wouldn't risk damaging his reputation by killing the Grandmaster of the School of the Wolf..."

Jens glanced at Tresius with disdain, then continued:

"After all, even though they are all mutated hybrids..."

"The School of the Wolf is not the same as the infamous School of the Cat."

Tresius seemed oblivious to Jens's insults and sarcasm, staring blankly at the patterns on the tent above him.

"You don't need to do it yourselves," Haxor shook his head, glancing sideways at Tresius. "You just need to find an opportunity to use magic to interfere with Soyer at crucial moments."

Jens followed Haxor's gaze and glanced at Tresius.

Then he lowered his head, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

"Jens, destroying the School of the Wolf is not just my need."

"Haxor said coldly."

Upon hearing this, Jens seemed to realize something and could only nod with a grim expression.

Seeing the sorcerer, who was usually so arrogant towards him, submit, Haxor smirked and then looked at Tresius.

Did you hear what I just said?

"Tresius, are you confident you can kill Soyer?"

Upon hearing this, Tresius knew that he had no choice after failing twice already.

but.

The School of the Wolf still doesn't know that the king's purpose in holding the competition was to kill their Grandmaster.

With intention, one responds to without intention.

There shouldn't be any problems.

Thinking like that.

Tresius nodded, agreeing to the mission of assassinating the Grandmaster of the School of the Wolf.

Next.

The three began discussing how to assassinate the person on the day of the competition.

"That's right!"

"Among the School of the Wolf teams participating in this competition, there is more than one Witcher Master."

Tresius suddenly remembered the name that Guksat had mentioned after his failed attempt to hunt down the School of the Wolf apprentice.

"Ailin!"

"Besides Vesemir, a Witcher Master named Ailin has also come this time."

Haxor and Jens frowned as their conspiracy discussion was interrupted.

"Ailin?"

Are you sure that's the name?

Tresius was taken aback by the king's question:

"That should be the correct name."

Haxor frowned:

"Among the Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf..."

There is no one named Ailin.