Where Did This Conjunction of the Spheres Come From?

Thunderous applause resounded throughout the arena.

Despite being relieved by the applause, Haxor showed no smile.

The attendant beside him noticed the king's displeasure and inclination, so he bent down and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, should we pause the game...?"

After glancing at the chief of the School of the Wolf, the attendant paused, then continued:

"Uh... please have the male wizards check this out..."

The attendant hadn't finished speaking, but everyone on the main stage understood what he meant.

What are you checking?

Naturally, we need to check whether the School of the Wolf Witcher who suddenly unleashed astonishing power cheated!

Upon hearing the suggestion, Haxor glanced down coldly at the School of the Cat Witcher lying miserably on the ground, his limbs broken.

The gaze then shifted to the callow School of the Wolf Witcher, who was carrying his sword and walking toward other factions.

The eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, gleamed with an uncertain light.

Others might suspect that the still-childish Witcher might have cheated like the School of the Cat.

But Haxor knows Soyer very well.

The grandmaster of the School of the Wolf had extremely high moral standards and cared deeply about the reputation of his school; it was impossible for him to do such a thing.

On the contrary, the losing School of the Cat will be found to have a lot of problems.

In the end, it was he and Ben Ade who were embarrassed.

As for why that witcher is so strong?

Haxor was not surprised by this.

There are always unexpected geniuses in this world!

Whether among humans or among witchers.

then.

"Bastard!" Haxor glanced at Soyer and cursed.

"Are you questioning whether the grandmasters of the School of the Wolf are cheating in front of them?"

The servant was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and repeatedly said that he dared not.

"It's alright, Your Majesty," Soyer could only reassure, "Our School of the Wolf voluntarily accepts the inspection!"

"No need!" Haxor shook his head. "I trust you!"

Then he turned his head to look at the trembling servant:

"Since the Grandmaster isn't going to pursue this matter, get back now!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The servant trembled upon hearing this, then rose and returned to his original position.

"By the way, Grandmaster."

Haxor glanced down at the arena and asked, feigning curiosity:

"Who is that witcher?"

"Ailin!"

Looking down at the Witcher below, whose swordsmanship was so superb that he was almost on par with his own, Soyer replied with a rare hint of pride:

"The most outstanding Witcher of this generation from the School of the Wolf is named Ailin!"

Ailin?

Haxor paused for a moment upon hearing this, then subconsciously turned his head to look at Ban Ad's vice-principal, Jens.

Unexpectedly, Jens eyes met.

They had all heard of this name.

They even spent time searching for information about the School of the Wolf's Witcher Master, but got no answers.

I never expected that Ailin wasn't Witcher Master.

He was just an apprentice.

Recalling the strike that had just knocked away the opponent's weapon and smoothly disabled their mobility.

Both Haxor and Jens found it reasonable again.

However, this didn't stop Haxor from cursing inwardly:

"The School of the Cat is a bunch of useless trash. They can't even compete in terms of strength, and the information they obtain is all wrong..."

"I shouldn't have placed my hopes on these good-for-nothings..."

"Haxor, should we continue with the plan?"

Jens ' voice suddenly appeared in Haxor's mind, interrupting his cursing.

The game had slipped out of their control at this point.

The School of the Wolf's victory was within reach, and Tresius would not make a move against a Grandmaster who had not revealed any weaknesses.

"Of course we must continue!"

Haxor raised his glass, and under the cover of the blood-red wine, he glared at Soyer as if he wanted to devour him.

"But..." Jens hadn't finished speaking in his mind.

Haxor suddenly interrupted, saying:

"Isn't the next challenge a monster hunt?"

Jens's smile froze instantly; he seemed to know what the king wanted to say.

"Some water ghosts seem unable to harm..."

"Jens, you know I'm not talking about those water ghosts!" Haxor said calmly, "Or rather, not just those water ghosts..."

He certainly couldn't place all his hopes on the School of the Cat, which had failed many times before.

Although their incompetence still surprised him greatly.

He knew what Ban Ade had been researching, especially the vice dean in front of him, Ban Ade.

"Your Majesty, those are important experiments..." Jens was still trying to make a last-ditch effort.

"Jens, I already said this a few days ago..."

Haxor turned his head and looked coldly at Vice Dean Ben Ad, who had completely lost his smile.

"Destroying the School of the Wolf is not just my need."

"And Soyer is the biggest obstacle on this path!"

"What's wrong?"

A deep male voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting the two.

Haxor smiled and tilted his head to look at Soyer was nearing his death but was completely unaware of it.

I felt a strange mix of reluctance and pity.

"It's nothing, but Jens doesn't look too good," Haxor said. "I think he might need to go back and see the apothecary."

Jens forced a smile, his face grim, stood up, gave an apologetic smile, and left.

at the same time.

Ailin paused for a moment at the inexplicable applause, glanced at Haxor on the main stage, and then looked away.

Instead, they focused their attention on the enemy in front of them.

The gruesome scene of their companion, whose arms and legs had been broken and who was writhing and howling on the ground, did not deter the other Witchers of the School of the Cat.

even...

The remaining three School of the Cat Witchers seemed completely oblivious to this scene, focused solely on the battle before them.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The sounds of metal clanging and striking echoed back and forth.

One sound followed another.

This forced Huus, Bont, and Fred to retreat repeatedly, making it increasingly difficult for them to dodge and block.

"Did you lose your mind because of the drug's effects?"

Ailin frowned.

He couldn't believe that a drug could increase one's strength so much, and that its effects would be so terrifying.

There will be no side effects after taking it.

Difficult to understand.

These witchers are all members of the School of the Cat!

Ailin glanced behind the fence at the School of the Cat leader, whose face was filled with disbelief.

"Vesemir is right, the School of the Cat witchers are a bunch of trash!"

"Fortunately, I woke up in Kaer Morhen instead of the School of the Cat's caravan!"

After a few words of reflection, I noticed that Bont's forearm was trembling slightly.

Ailin knew he was nearing his limit.

"Clang!"

Run two quick steps to block the longsword that the cat-faction witcher is about to slash.

Bont, whose eyes were bloodshot from the fierce battle, was also somewhat out of his mind due to past hatred.

Seeing Ailin block his way and snatch his enemy away, he shouted:

"Ailin, I can handle this myself..."

"No, you can't!" Ailin interrupted.

Then he didn't argue with Bont.

Taking advantage of the opponent's almost irrational downward strike, I deftly sidestepped and dodged the blow.

Then a flash of cold light appeared.

The next second.

"Click~"

"Click~"

Bont's rivals followed in the footsteps of his companions.

It must be said that although the force felt while resisting attacks was increasing, and the movements were becoming faster and faster...

But after losing their rationality and their methods became simpler, Ailin found these School of the Cat witchers, who had taken "stimulants," to be easier to deal with.

Does this mean that using your brain to gain strength is not a viable strategy?

Strange points of contention flashed through my mind.

Ailin suddenly bent his knees and squatted down.

The next second.

"Whoosh~"

The unsharpened longsword tore through the air.

It grazed two inches from Ailin's head, then collided violently with Fred's longsword as he pursued.

"Clang~"

Fred's sword was violently deflected by the enormous impact, revealing his chest, which was only covered by leather armor.

In such a critical situation.

Fred showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he arrogantly sheathed his sword and looked at his opponent with a mocking gaze.

really...

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The familiar sound of bones breaking rang out.

The longsword aimed at Fred's chest fell limply to the ground less than a fist's distance from its target.

"Thanks, Ailin!"

After greeting Ailin with a grin, Fred went over to Bont and whispered words of comfort to him.

That concludes the discussion.

Often, the only enemy still standing in the arena is a School of the Cat Witcher.

Ailin knew his name.

Geoffrey.

Although his eyes were bloodshot, saliva was uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of his mouth.

But Geoffrey is different from several other School of the Cat witchers.

He showed a rare display of sanity.

Seeing that several of his companions had been easily defeated by Ailin, he quickly retreated a few steps and confronted Huus!

Defeating enemies does not grant Experience Orbs.

Ailin had no interest in bullying a poor soul who had been drugged by his own school, so he shouted:

"Give up!"

Ailin glanced at Geoffrey, but then turned his gaze to Guksat on the sidelines.

The School of the Cat Witchers, having ingested some kind of "stimulant," have all lost the ability to speak.

In the arena, the only one capable of accepting defeat on their behalf is Guksat, the leader of the School of the Cat.

but...

When Ailin looked at him, he didn't hear the sound that should have been heard.

The spectators in the arena stands stirred when the match came to a halt.

"The professor is right. The School of the Wolf truly lives up to its reputation as the orthodox school of witchers; their strength far surpasses that of other schools, however..."

Bogdan patted Radek on the shoulder and asked:

"But what's going on now?"

Why aren't those witchers moving?

Bogdan tiptoed and looked out into the arena.

"I don't know! That most powerful School of the Wolf witcher seems to be... trying to persuade me to surrender?"

Radek was somewhat uncertain.

He glanced at Bogdan.

But they discovered that Bogdan had somehow gotten up and was now holding a strange monocular device.

"Are you insane, Bogdan?"

"Didn't the male wizards who maintain order say that magical items are not allowed!"

Radek quickly pulled at Bogdan's black robe.

In order not to affect the Witcher's match.

Before the competition, the wizards maintaining order forbade the use of any magic or magical items; violations would result in point deductions... and might even lead to solitary confinement for a week of experiments...

"Don't worry, this isn't a magical item. Didn't you notice any magical fluctuations?"

After replying to one game, Bogdan didn't offer much explanation, but instead asked:

"Radek, aren't those School of the Cat witchers a little strange?"

"Why is she acting like a madwoman, convulsing on the ground..."

"The School of the Cat is a bunch of lunatics anyway, what's so strange about that?"

Radek was somewhat dismissive.

He looked curiously at the prop in his hand and asked, "Is this really not a magical prop?"

"It really isn't!"

"This is called a telescope, it's a new thing in Novigrad. Several glass plates put together can see very far... but that's not important..."

"Come and take a look! I think that School of the Cat witcher standing there is acting very strangely, like he's been drugged!"

Radek quickly took the binoculars:

"What? You've been given medication? Let me see!"

The murmurs in the surrounding stands grew louder and louder.

Guksat was pale and sweating profusely.

The match should have ended quickly.

They're just a few School of the Wolf witchers who have just passed their trials.

It should be easily resolved without medication, let alone after taking such a dangerous pill.

Who would have thought that such a monster would emerge from the School of the Wolf?

He stared into Zhang's repulsive blue eyes, his hands clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Seeing the scenes from the previous matches.

He was absolutely certain.

This young-looking witcher must be the culprit who killed Brett and Fredika last time.

Why?

Guksat couldn't contain his indignation.

Why...

Every time...

Every single time!

Every single time, it's this witcher who ruins their plans!

He glared at Ailin fiercely, gritting his teeth.

As for admitting defeat?

He couldn't accept this outcome and had never even considered this option.

Even more unimaginable...

Having failed to complete his mission time and again, and even messed up the thing the king cared about most, what kind of fate awaits him and his school?

But...

The results of the matches in the arena are already clear.

The clamor of discontent from the male wizards in the stands grew louder, and more and more people noticed Geoffrey's unusual behavior.

He didn't want an outcome, but everything will eventually come to an end.

Under the influence of the strange pills, his apprentices couldn't hold on for much longer.

This moment.

Guksat even had the urge to rush over the iron fence, draw his sword, and kill those School of the Wolf witchers.

But Vesemir kept his eyes on him, so he had no chance.

"If only it was Ailin who died..."

Guksat glanced at Geoffrey, sighed, and was about to concede defeat.

Sudden.

A sudden commotion arose from the main grandstand.

what happened?

He vaguely heard someone shouting:

"... Heaven... exchange... monster..."

He listened intently and finally heard it clearly.

"Conjunction of the Spheres! Monsters are coming! Protect His Majesty!"

"What?"

"Conjunction of the Spheres?"

Ailin stood frozen in the arena.

He quickly opened the Witcher's Handbook with his mind.

Neither the Conjunction of the Spheres in the Monster Bestiary interface nor other quests that may lead to the Conjunction of the Spheres have changed.

What happened?

It wasn't me!

Ailin was stunned.

At that very moment.

"Boom!"

Amidst a tremendous roar, the massive iron grilles on the arena wall opposite the main grandstand suddenly deformed.

It sounded like some kind of monster was violently crashing down.

Then the next moment.

"Boom!"

The large iron gate was suddenly smashed open.

Countless water ghosts surged out like a tidal wave.

"Huus, Bont, Fred, come closer!"

Ailin dodged the blue-skinned Little Monster that fell from the sky, leading the School of the Wolf witchers in a search for a way out.

Then the next second.

He saw Huus suddenly widen his emerald green Cat Eyes:

"Ailin!"

"Look behind you right now!"