Mary Was a Good Girl

"Bang!"

The wooden door to the office was closed.

Henry Gedimidis put down the report in his hand and sighed.

Thomas Maurice.

A monk and an expert in Genetic Mutation.

Decades ago, Thomas Morru was rescued from the clutches of a monster by a witcher.

However, due to an unexpected incident, he was forced to give his son Geralt, to the Witcher, after which he went mad.

After Sorceress awakens her spellcasting abilities, her uterus is affected by magic, causing her to lose her fertility.

Male wizards are relatively better.

However, with prolonged study of magic, their fertility will gradually be lost.

therefore.

After Geralt, Thomas Maurice had no more children.

In order to have offspring to inherit his bloodline, he researched frantically, vowing to reverse the mutation process of the Witcher.

Henri Gedimidis did not know the specific results of his research.

However, when he saw Thomas Maul again after decades, Henry Gedimidis knew he had gone mad!

Thomas Morlu's only remaining goal in life is to eliminate all the Witchers.

Ban Ad is not alone in experiencing the same fate as many male witches; the Accident Law seems to have a particular "preference" for humans with magical powers.

In addition, there were some nobles who had suffered the same fate.

The Witcher must die!

"What a pity the timing is wrong!" Henry Gedimidis sighed again.

What Ban Ad will face next may be an unprecedented predicament.

There's no energy left to make new enemies.

Besides, he harbored no hatred towards the Witcher.

As the nominal leader of the male wizards, he had to do something.

otherwise.

Allowing the sorcerer to secretly murder the witcher.

Soon, their group will become an object of universal condemnation.

If they're not careful, the same predicament the Witcher is facing might fall on the wizard.

A person who loses their mind for revenge is impossible to persuade, let alone a group of people who have lost their minds.

Even though he was the oldest and highest-ranking wizard in the world, he was powerless to do anything about it.

"It's difficult!"

Henry Gedimidis sighed again.

Just then.

"Knock knock knock~"

There was a knock on the wooden door.

Hen Gedimidis resumed his expressionless demeanor.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was opened.

"Dean, these are the experimental records of Jens ' research on 'gems' before his death..."

A young wizard entered the office with a pile of books floating behind him.

Henry Gedimidis, seeing the newcomer's appearance, said gently:

"Valerius, your use of Divine Power is becoming more and more sophisticated... Just put it on the ground... Thank you."

The books that had been floating in mid-air slowly landed.

"It's all thanks to the dean's excellent teaching..."

After exchanging pleasantries, Valerius didn't rush to leave. After hesitating for a moment, he asked somewhat tentatively:

"Dean, was the Conjunction of the Spheres really created by Jens?"

"Could it really be that the Witcher is summoning Evil God?"

Henry Gedimidis made a joke that wasn't funny at all.

So Valerius did not laugh.

He looked at Henry Gedimidis with a serious expression, his face still somewhat childish.

Henry Gedimidis shook his head helplessly upon seeing this:

"I don't know either, but Jens is definitely the most likely candidate..."

"How could I not know?" Valerius surprise. "You are the oldest wizard, a powerful 'source of magic'!"

In his mind, the learned Henry Gedimidis was omnipotent.

"Hahaha~" Henry Gedimidis laughed heartily, "Valerius, I am just a wizard, not a god."

"Moreover, even gods cannot be omniscient and omnipotent."

"The Conjunction of the Spheres and gemstones have always been research projects for Jens."

"I haven't studied this in depth, and I may only know the specific results after reviewing these reports."

Valerius shook his head upon hearing this:

"In my heart, you are far more powerful than those charlatan gods."

Then.

He bowed slightly and prepared to leave the office without disturbing Henry Gedimidis.

"Squeak~"

The old wooden door groaned.

"Dean, will Ban Ade be alright?"

Valerius suddenly turned around.

After a moment's hesitation, Henry Gedimidis said firmly:

"Yes, Valerius."

"Ban Ade will be alright."

the next day

Hundred Fruit Garden.

"Bang!"

An orange-red portal appeared in Vesemir's room.

"Ailin, be careful on your journey!"

Huus stood before the portal, reluctant to leave.

Yes.

According to the plan, it's time for the Apprentice Combat Tournament team to disband.

The subsequent trials, including the Trial of the Mountains, are all one-on-one.

An older, experienced witcher mentors a younger witcher.

On the one hand, this is more efficient, allowing young witchers to more effectively absorb knowledge about hunting monsters and dealing with people.

On the other hand, it's to avoid trouble.

Five armored, sword-wielding, and skilled witchers together constitute an overwhelming force for any village or town.

To avoid trouble, and for the safety of the village.

It's generally impossible to let so many witchers into the village at once, and the local nobles along the way are also not welcoming of groups of witchers.

If you're unlucky, you might even be kicked out and "escorted" out of the country by the army or city guards.

The reason why Vesemir was able to lead Ailin and the others smoothly this time was naturally because Haxor had given them passes in advance.

We have also notified the cities along the route.

But now, even Haxor is dead.

We definitely need to keep a low profile and make sure the blame we've finally managed to pin on Ben Ade is firmly placed on him, so as to avoid affecting them.

certainly.

After returning to Kaer Morhen through the portal, they didn't stay at the Ancient Sea Fortress for the entire year.

The chief will arrange for them to join other witchers for a formal trial journey.

"Is it absolutely necessary to leave through the portal?"

Fred glanced at the swirling orange light, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Now that there are no pursuers, perhaps... perhaps we don't need the portal..."

"We're not in a hurry to go back!"

"Yes!" Bont's expression was also not very good. "Actually, we can ride back, it won't take long."

They were also reluctant to leave Ailin, but avoiding leaving through the portal was the most important thing at the moment.

I only experienced the taste of returning to Kaer Morhen from the Old Spearhead Cave once, but it was truly... truly unforgettable.

"No!"

Vesemir refused righteously and firmly.

"Why?" Fred's face turned pale, and he tried to struggle one last time.

"You guys should just be happy about it!" Vesemir rolled his eyes.

"The other witchers have already come down the mountain. Waiting for you in Kaer Morhen are all Witcher Master over a hundred years old!"

Are you sure you want to make them wait for you for ten days or half a month?

That...

That's naturally uncertain...

but.

Although the option of returning home through the portal was unavoidable, both Bont and Fred perked up upon hearing that their trial mentor was Witcher Master.

The journey and trials are of utmost importance.

The strength of a Witcher after the trial depends not only on their attitude, but also closely on their mentor.

It goes without saying that five years of learning from an ordinary witcher is vastly different from five years of learning from Witcher Master.

At least.

If one were to learn from Witcher Master.

In these five years, there will definitely be an opportunity to see the Witcher Master hunt a large monster.

Let's even dream a little better.

Five years from now, they might become Witcher Master like Ailin.

This is an opportunity that is almost impossible to obtain by learning from ordinary witchers.

There's no hope of catching up with Ailin, but everyone here has their pride.

Who wants to keep holding others back?

then.

Fred and Bont stopped complaining, wiped their faces, and resolutely walked into the portal as if heading to their execution.

Huus followed closely behind.

The Sorceress watched this scene with amusement.

"Smack!"

A snap of the fingers.

The Sorceress produced two bottles of Veridian Sigh and handed them to Ailin.

"This is too precious, Lady Vesemir! I can't accept it!"

Ailin quickly refused.

I didn't know the value of this potion before, yet I still shamelessly accepted it.

Now that everyone knows, it's naturally impossible for them to accept it.

The Sorceress advised, "Take it! This is to replenish the two bottles you used!"

Ailin shook her head repeatedly, saying, "This is too precious, I..."

"Don't worry," the Sorceress smiled and glanced at Soyer and Vesemir, "Your mentor will pay for the bottle that Bont used, and the chief will pay for the one that Sadia gave."

Soyer and Vesemir exchanged glances, both giving wry smiles, but neither denied it.

Bont's injury was due to Vesemir's failure to fulfill his responsibilities as team leader.

The bottle containing Sadia's wine was intended to attract allies to the school, so naturally the chief, or rather, the school's account, would be settled.

Well-reasoned and supported by evidence.

Ailin paused for a moment upon hearing this, feeling Elsa's weight on his back, and subconsciously glanced at Vesemir:

"Where did Master Vesemir get the money?"

"He even..."

He hasn't even redeemed his original wife yet...

Ailin realized what was going on and didn't say the next sentence.

However, Vesemir guessed what he wanted to say and shouted angrily:

"It's none of your business, kid. I've been Witcher Master for years, I've got plenty of money..."

"His debts..." the Sorceress smiled, revealing the truth, "... are mine!"

Vesemir was about to glare at the Sorceress, but before his gaze could even sweep over her, he realized it was Bloody Red Fox and quickly withdrew it.

"Or..."

Vesemir waved his hand to interrupt Ailin:

"No need, what's meant for you is yours."

"Take it. Human life is much more important than money."

"If it weren't for your bottle of medicine, due to my negligence, Huus would at least be crippled."

"I would regret it for the rest of my life if I did that."

"So this is a lesson, a lesson for me!"

"The school will cover half!" Soyer chimed in.

Seeing this, Ailin stopped being coy.

"Clang~ Clang~"

Two bottles of Veridian Sigh were placed into a potion bag.

The Sorceress nodded in satisfaction, gently ruffled Ailin's hair, and said:

"In that case, let's go back."

"Contact me via the Love Messenger if you need anything!"

Feeling the warmth on her head, Ailin suddenly felt a little reluctant to let go.

"Please be careful on your journey."

"Remember, your life is more important than anything else!"

After saying that, the Sorceress glanced at Soyer and stepped into the portal.

Soyer followed closely behind.

As I passed by Ailin.

Her right hand, which was almost touching his head as if she wanted to pat it like Sorceress, paused and then gently patted Ailin's shoulder.

"You did a great job this time!" Soyer praised with a smile.

"Don't worry about anything else. No matter what happens, my school will always be your support!"

When Ailin saw the gentle smile on the chief's face, his heart warmed, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

"Um!"

Ailin nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Soyer smiled and was about to enter the portal.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she turned her head to look at Ailin:

"Keep in touch with Mary more often..."

"She's a Good Girl!"

Then.

Before Ailin could figure out the meaning of those words...

The chief smiled and walked into the portal.

"Bang!"

The portal disappeared.

The bedroom suddenly became quiet.

"Have all the other witchers left?"

Radek, holding his bowl, looked at Vesemir in surprise.

It wasn't that he felt the young witchers were impolite to leave without saying goodbye...

Of course, there is some truth to that.

After all, he had a very pleasant chat with several young witchers yesterday.

The key is...

He had seen the witcher named Fred earlier that morning.

It's not even noon yet, why did you leave?

"Yes, they had other things to do, so they went back first." Ailin said expressionlessly.

Huus, Bont, and Fred left through Vesemir's portal. To avoid letting the sorcerers of Ben Ade know that the Sorceress had arrived, they naturally couldn't tell the two apprentices.

Radek and Bogdan exchanged a glance but said nothing more.

This is clearly just a perfunctory remark; why bother arguing about it?

After all, they weren't really familiar with each other, and they weren't so curious about the issue that they absolutely needed to know.

"After we finish this lunch, we'll set off." Vesemir took out a roll of parchment and spread it out on the table.

This is a hand-drawn map.

Perhaps because Kaer Morhen was so close to Ban Ad, this was the first time Ailin had seen Vesemir take out the map.

Old-fashioned and detailed.

This was Ailin's first impression of the map.

The gaps in the parchment's edge clearly show that this map has been through many hardships, and it must have been at least thirty or forty years since it was drawn.

However, it's clear that Vesemir has protected it very well; the parchment is marked with cities, landscapes, and even common monsters.

"Our destination is Arland, while your target is Tridam. It seems we're not on the same route..."

Vesemir looked at Radek.

"No!"

Radek shook his head, his finger passing over the blue mountains, across the Pontar River, the border between Kedwen and Ard, and pointing to Vengerberg, the capital of Ard.

"I..." He glanced at Bogdan, "We plan to go here, we just need to take a slightly longer route."

Vesemir looked in the direction he was pointing:

"The detour isn't too long, but isn't the Kamal family's territory in Tridam?"

"What are you going to the capital of Ard for?"

Radek said, "Uh... I have a very close aunt who married a court baron in Vengerberg."

"It's been a long time since I've seen her, so I plan to go to her place to lay low for a while."

Vesemir frowned and looked up at Radek.

He didn't know if any member of the Camarelle family had married into the Vengerberg.

but.

Leaving aside the question of whether it was appropriate for Earl's family to marry their daughter to a court baron.

Kedwen and Ard have been at war for over a decade, and daughters are being married off to enemy countries...

Something's not right!

Radek looked calm.

After pondering for a moment, Vesemir finally agreed.

It seems that only the Kamaré family would hang portraits of others in their banquet hall.

It's worth maintaining this relationship with this major client.

"Can!"

Vesemir nodded slightly.