Lady Vesemir, Can I Come Along?

Whether or not the White Widow's mutation recipe is worth so many Experience Orbs, Ailin certainly won't learn it right now.

after all.

He hasn't even unlocked the skill of Xenogeneic Mutagenesis yet. No matter how worthwhile it is to learn, he'll have to wait until he returns to Kaer Morhen.

I casually used the two White Widow's Heart Essence Fluid I got from opening the treasure chest.

A pleasant warmth flowed through my body.

[HP: 100%, Stamina: 470/470, MP: 530/530]

[Attributes: Strength 42, Agility 37, Constitution 47 (+4), Perception 35, Mysticism 53]

We're getting closer and closer to Vesemir's attribute panel.

Ailin sighed inwardly.

Watching the numbers rise, a sense of security and satisfaction arises spontaneously.

"Ailin, have you finished reading the love letters?"

"The soup is almost ready, come and eat."

Vesemir walked over jokingly, and was about to pass Ailin to bring both Ban Adlers to the camp when he suddenly froze.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Thomas Maurice and Macaque lay limp, their backs arched backward.

In addition to having their arms and legs tied with ropes, their hands and feet were also tied together like a wild boar.

The posture was very awkward and embarrassing.

"To prevent them from waking up and secretly using magic to escape, I tied them all up."

Ailin explained.

"Oh oh..."

Vesemir felt it was somewhat indecent.

Thomas Morlu and Macaque are both male wizards of status, and such humiliation, like treating livestock, is probably inappropriate.

However, considering that the two hadn't held back during their attack, he only asked one question:

Have you figured out how to deal with these two?

Ailin gently lifted Thomas Maurice's rope knot and said as he walked towards the camp:

"It's not appropriate to kill or release these two male witches. Taking them on the road would require careful supervision, which is troublesome."

"So why don't we just send them all to Kaer Morhen? What do you think?"

"With the Chief Executive and Lady Vesemir overseeing things, there shouldn't be any problems."

Send them back to Kaer Morhen?

Vesemir scratched his head, picked up Macaque with his right hand, and looked somewhat puzzled:

"How are you going to send it back? Aren't you going to Arland to remove the curse?"

"Besides, we finally managed to escape from Kedwen... wouldn't it be even more dangerous to go back now?"

"Uh... it's not us going back," Ailin explained, realizing he hadn't been clear. "I just spoke with Mary, asking Lady Vesemir to come and teleport them back to Kaer Morhen ..."

Upon hearing this, Vesemir instinctively stopped and stared wide-eyed at Ailin.

You invited Lady Vesemir over just to deal with these two male witches?

Do you know what you're saying?

Previously, he had sent messages and medicine to save Bont, which was a matter of life and death, so his actions were understandable.

But to order Lady Vesemir around for something like this...

Ailin, are you tired of living?

That's Lady Vesemir!

Do you know how the nickname "Crimson Fox" came about?

Hearing that Vesemir had stopped, Ailin turned around:

"What's wrong, Master Vesemir? Do you think there's a problem with how this was handled?"

There's no problem, or rather, there are problems everywhere.

"Ai..."

Vesemir opened his mouth, about to persuade Ailin to retract this dangerous idea.

But then he remembered that when he was at the Hundred Fruit Garden, Ailin had only been missing for a day before Lady Vesemir rushed over anxiously.

And in Kaer Morhen, he drank the priceless "Veridian Sigh" as water...

During the Trial of the Mountains, Lady Vesemir almost fought with Soyer and the other Witcher Master for Ailin's sake...

For a moment, I felt...

He would be superfluous to offer any words of advice, as it would only alienate Ailin and Lady Vesemir.

But.

Although Lady Vesemir now seems to treat Ailin as her own child.

Concern, worry, care, indulgence...

But it's not true, or it isn't true.

Vesemir has traveled all over the world for decades and is very knowledgeable.

Without the support of blood ties, feelings built on empty passion are easily depleted over time, through repeated pampering and indulgence.

Just like a king's favorite concubine, the more he dotes on her when he takes her in, the more indifferent he becomes after the passion fades.

And her relationship with Lady Vesemir is undoubtedly Ailin's most valuable asset right now, without a doubt.

For the sake of two male witches...

Not worth it!

Torn between conflicting emotions, the Witcher Master's expression shifted between light and dark.

"Master Vesemir?"

Ailin looked at Vesemir cautiously, wondering what she had just said wrong.

Carefully choosing his words, Vesemir patted his shoulder with his free left hand:

"I think there's no problem with sending Thomas Morlu and Macaque back to Kaer Morhen, but..."

Vesemir paused:

"However, Lady Vesemir is quite busy, so it's best to avoid troubling her in the future if possible..."

Lady Vesemir is very busy?

Ailin paused for a moment.

In his memory, the Sorceress always seemed to be a very Buddhist person, who seemed to just drink tea and read books every day.

Even when teaching apprentices, Mary was usually left to read books on her own.

If it weren't for her youthful and good-looking appearance, she would actually look much like the retired grandpas and grandmas from her previous life.

Just as he was wondering why Vesemir was saying these things, he suddenly noticed the complex and earnest expression on the Witcher Master's face.

I immediately understood what he was trying to say.

"Vesemir is worried that I've exhausted Lady Vesemir's favors..."

Ailin understood.

It was indeed somewhat inappropriate to summon the Sorceress from so far away.

but.

Thomas Molu's Second Mutation technology is too important to be worth the trouble of doing him this favor.

then.

He turned his head to look at Vesemir:

"Don't worry, Master Vesemir."

"I know what's going on; these two male wizards are indeed far too important to us!"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir glanced at Ailin's expression and knew that he had truly taken it to heart.

Without asking whether it was important or not, he smiled and nodded, continuing to carry the Macaque towards the newly built camp.

Ailin followed behind Vesemir, absentmindedly touching his chin:

"However, we really do need to find a way to mend our relationship with Lady Vesemir..."

"But what can I do for someone as important as her?"

"Gurgle~ gurgle~"

Bubbles were rising from the stew pot.

Tomatoes and some wild vegetables picked nearby were bubbling in the pot.

Vesemir sat by the campfire, using his dagger to shave some dried meat that the owner of the Hundred Fruit Garden Inn had given him into the pot.

In no time, it became steaming hot and smelled delicious.

When traveling, the taste of the food is secondary.

The most important thing is that slightly hot temperature.

A bowl of hot soup can keep you warm all night.

Have you thought it through?

Vesemir gently placed the wooden bowl on Big Stone and looked at the two Sorcerer Apprentice opposite him.

Both Bogdan and Radek looked somewhat dejected.

After learning from Macaque that Dean Hen Gedimidis's demand to arrest them "dead or alive," the two apprentices became very depressed.

I thought Thomas Morlu and Macaque were after the Witcher, but it turns out they were the real target.

Vesemir and Ailin were the ones implicated because of the personal grudge of the madman Thomas Maul.

Although the two did not have deep feelings for the academy, they never expected to become enemies, and it was hard for them to accept it for a while.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I would cause you so much trouble..."

"It's not your fault," Vesemir waved his hand to interrupt. "But you should all know Ban Ad's attitude now. Do you still intend to go to Vengerberg?"

Radek and Bogdan looked at each other in bewilderment.

Vengerberg was the royal city of Ard.

The court sorcerer of the King of Ard was also a male wizard from Ban Ade.

Aren't they just walking into a trap by going there?

Although Macaque said he was investigating the culprit behind the celestial interaction, they would not be implicated as long as they were not involved.

However, the two sorcerers' disregard for their lives and their direct attack made their words truly unconvincing.

and.

They finally managed to extricate themselves from the vortex of the king's death.

They don't want to go back to Ban Ade.

On the other hand...

Radek and Bogdan glanced cautiously at the two well-known wizards bound in a very undignified manner on the ground.

Regardless of how the two witchers intend to deal with Thomas Morlu and Macaque...

Can we really just let them leave?

"I... I probably can't go," Radek asked cautiously, forcing a smile. "What good arrangements do you have?"

Seeing the timid expressions on the two apprentices' faces, Ailin stood beside them, holding a wooden bowl and sipping his hot soup.

Since they didn't kill Thomas Moru and Macaque, they naturally wouldn't silence these two fifteen or sixteen-year-old children.

However, allowing them to act freely also carries the risk of exposure for the School of the Wolf.

so...

Are you interested in Kaer Morhen?

Vesemir had barely finished speaking.

Radek showed no unusual behavior, but Bogdan's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Interested in!"

He stood up instantly.

Vesemir, who was originally planning to explain the benefits of the sorcerers of the school, forgot what he was going to say next after being interrupted.

Now it was Vesemir and Ailin's turn to look at each other in bewilderment.

A sudden inspiration struck Ailin.

When he first met Bogdan, he asked himself if he could become a Witcher.

"Perhaps we can give him a chance?"

Ailin thought to himself.

Radek was also taken aback by Bogdan's enthusiasm.

However, as if he had thought of something, he glanced helplessly at Bogdan, sighed, and said:

"I'm interested too."

late at night.

Kaer Morhen.

"Squeak~"

The groans of the wood echoed in the darkness.

The little one, dressed in silk pajamas, was also disturbed by the lingering creaking sounds, tossing and turning in bed, occasionally glancing at the starry sky outside the window.

"Do you need me to cast a stun spell on you?"

A cool, clear female voice rang out.

The wooden bed fell silent instantly, startled.

"I'm sorry, Lady Vesemir ..."

Did I disturb you?

The sweet, innocent female voice trembled.

Although even if she were hit by the Stunning Curse, she would only fall asleep instantly, the owner of the voice still subconsciously reached out her small hand and touched her forehead.

Speaking of which...

Since Ailin left, Lady Vesemir hasn't used a Stunning Charm on me for a long time.

The owner of the sweet, innocent voice was lost in thought.

Smack!

A snap of the fingers.

All the candles in the room were immediately lit.

Staying up late is a woman's worst enemy.

However, this was all thanks to Otolan's great invention—the Mandela Decoction for preventing aging—and the youth bestowed upon the girl by the Creator.

The two women in the room clearly didn't care about the wrinkles and dark circles that would result from their irregular sleep patterns.

In the flickering firelight, Vesemir stood by the window, her crescent-shaped eyes slightly curved, watching Mary wriggling on the bed with amusement:

"I told you before, if you can't sleep, you don't have to. Just wait a little while and Ailin's lovebird will arrive."

"Who's waiting for the lovebirds?!"

Mary seemed to react violently, suddenly jumping out of bed.

"Squeak~"

The wooden bed screamed loudly.

Ignoring the struggle on the bed, the girl realized her tone had been somewhat disrespectful, and suddenly whispered in defense:

"I wasn't waiting for Ailin's letter, I just... um... I just had some insomnia."

"Okay, okay~"

Vesemir looked at the blush on the girl's face and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"You just have insomnia."

"So..."

"Do you need a Stunning Charm?"

"No need, Lady Vesemir."

Mary blushed and, after thinking for a long time, couldn't find any other excuse, so she had no choice but to get out of bed.

The pearl-white silk nightgown followed the girl's smooth skin, covering her slender, fair calves and rosy ankles.

Vesemir smiled as she watched Mary pace stiffly under her gaze.

Just as she was about to make another joke.

Out of the corner of my eye.

A shooting star suddenly streaked across the dazzling Milky Way above the majestic snow-capped mountains, interrupting her.

A flash of white light came toward the girl's room.

At this moment.

The Sorceress simply straightened her body slightly.

Wearing a white silk nightgown, Mary was so delighted that she hopped to the windowsill in a few steps, just like a little rabbit.

She stretched out her slender hand towards the dazzling night sky.

The next moment.

A Crystal Bird flapped its wings and landed in her palm.

The glistening beak gently rubbed against Mary's thumb.

Mary was eagerly lifting the lovebird and resting it on her forehead when she suddenly remembered that Vesemir was still beside her.

He glanced at the Sorceress with a slightly embarrassed look.

Seeing her nod slightly, he closed his eyes and pressed the beak of the lovebird tightly against his forehead.

The room was quiet for a while after that.

Vesemir looked at the faint smile that unconsciously crept onto Mary's face and wondered what Ailin was saying to her apprentice in the lovebird.

Gradually.

The Sorceress's lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

until...

"Those wretched male witches, why are they so persistent?!"

Mary's smile vanished, replaced by a fierce expression.

"What's wrong?"

Vesemir frowned slightly and asked.

Mary quickly handed over the lovebird.

The Sorceress skillfully accepted it.

As time ticked by, Vesemir's expression grew increasingly cold.

"Snort!"

The Sorceress snorted and returned the lovebird to Mary.

Immediately afterwards.

Smack!

A snap of the fingers.

An orange portal then appeared in the room.

Just as Vesemir was about to step through the orange door, she suddenly heard Mary's voice behind her.

"Lady Vesemir ..."

Can I come along?