The Woman in the Mind

He was hunchbacked, had legs of different lengths, and his face was covered with fleshy bumps.

It looked like a much smaller Ghoul with black hair.

After being dragged out, the fisherman kicked her violently in the stomach, head, and back as if he wanted to kill her.

They held nothing back.

However, the girl seemed to have gotten used to it.

"Why wasn't it you who was sent away!"

"Ah!"

"Why wasn't it you who was sent away!"

The fisherman cursed loudly.

"Ah—I was wrong! I was wrong!"

The girl screamed shrilly and begged for mercy.

Although she herself did not know what she had done wrong, and she did not smell any alcohol on him.

"Bang!"

The fisherman delivered another heavy kick.

The girl didn't feel any intense pain; instead, she heard her father's screams.

"Ah!"

She cautiously opened her eyes.

A handsome blue-eyed man carrying two swords stood in front of her.

The father's screams came from kicking the blue-eyed man's leg.

The blue-eyed young man carrying two swords glanced indifferently at his father, who was clutching his right leg and still groaning in pain.

He turned his head and smiled gently at her, then reached out a hand to gently help her up.

"Eh~"

After carefully examining the girl's appearance, Ailin couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He now finally understood why the fisherman was so eager to use the Accident Law to pay off his debt.

A crooked mouth, squinting eyes, a protruding mouth, plus a hunchback and legs of different lengths...

He is almost exactly like Quasimodo in the previous life's "The Hunchback of Notre Dame".

A dirty rag was haphazardly draped over his body, and his exposed skin bore not only fresh bruises and wounds but also many traces of old injuries.

In addition, there was that skillful reaction of protecting his vital organs just now.

He looks like he's been beaten a lot.

Ailin glared at the fisherman resentfully.

No matter what, this is his child!

Even tigers don't eat their cubs!

How could a father beat his own flesh and blood like that?

Moreover, judging from his previous cursing, the girl usually helps with laundry and childcare at home.

What a beast!

Ailin cursed inwardly again.

Having been born in an orphanage in her previous life and now transmigrated into an orphan again in this life, Ailin can't stand such things.

It stirred up many very bad memories for him.

The fisherman was still wailing.

After pondering for a moment, Ailin lowered his head and reached into his wallet with his right hand.

"Bang!"

A leather money bag was thrown on the ground.

"There are one hundred Oren here..."

"Didn't you want to send this girl away?"

"I want it!"

"Ailin said coldly."

Then, without waiting for the fisherman's consent, he took the girl's hand and walked towards the door.

The girl, just recovering from the pain and dizziness, realized that the strange blue-eyed man in front of her was going to take her away, and suddenly struggled.

"I don't want to go, Daddy!"

"I don't want to go!"

Before Ailin could react, the girl's right hand slipped from his grasp.

The girl, beaten beyond recognition, ran toward her father who had been brutally beating her.

But her father didn't care about her at all.

The fisherman, having just recovered from the pain, instantly pounced on the money bag, then shook the exquisite bag, listening to the clinking of the coins, and eagerly opened it to count the Oren one by one.

Seeing the girl running towards him, he was so frightened that he kicked her back hard.

"Roll!"

"I am not your father, you are now this Witcher."

As he spoke, the fisherman bowed and smiled obsequiously at Ailin, clutching his money pouch tightly as if afraid he would change his mind.

"Waaah—I don't want to go! I don't want to go!"

The girl was still crying, but she dared not approach the fisherman again.

"Get out, you shameful Little Monster!" The fisherman, seeing that she wouldn't leave, wanted to come over and kick her a couple more times.

But Ailin forced him to back down with just one look.

The young witcher suppressed the urge to kill the fisherman with his sword, looked at the girl crying on the ground, and sighed.

The magic power within the body is circulating.

After Axii Sign, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

Without caring about getting dirty, Ailin picked up the girl with his right arm, placed her on the horse's back, mounted the horse, and rode towards the village entrance.

As he passed by Vesemir, he noticed that the Witcher Master seemed hesitant to speak.

but.

In the end Witcher Master simply sighed and mounted his horse.

"Farewell, two Witchers!"

The fisherman carefully protected his money bag and watched the three people leave.

Only when the sound of the last horse disappeared at the end of the alley did the fisherman put away his fawning expression and tug the money bag to his ear.

"Ding ding ding~"

The sound of metal clashing is pleasant and melodious.

That's 100 Oren!

He can only earn ten Oren a year by fishing!

"What a fool! He spent so much money on a Little Monster..."

"Even the Witcher is nothing special!"

The fisherman looked at the end of the alley and chuckled smugly, completely oblivious to the pain of having his own flesh and blood taken away:

"Hehehe... Let's go to the tavern, let's go to the tavern..."

"This time I'm ordering the most expensive beer!"

Leaving the fisherman's village, the ugly faces of humanity left Vesemir, Ailin, and Mary speechless for a long time.

As they walked from the side road onto the main road leading to Vengerberg, the young witcher glanced at the Little Monster fast asleep on his horse and suddenly spoke:

"I'm sorry, Master Vesemir."

"I acted impulsively!"

"That's your money, spend it however you want," Vesemir shook his head and joked, "Just don't forget the part of the Witcher Master's funding that the school needs."

"Of course, one throw is a hundred Oren..."

"Master Ailin is truly generous..."

Ailin, who was being teased, gave a wry smile, shook his head, and said nothing more.

He knew, of course, that he might be able to take the Little Monster away without spending any money by simply throwing one or two Oren, or even by acting like a fisherman.

However, measuring a child's life by money is unsettling.

So he instinctively threw the bag of money down.

certainly.

Ailin can afford to buy a feeling of well-being for 100 Oren.

After killing the Greater Griffin and taking on a detective job, Dite offered 1,200 Oren, but Vesemir only agreed to take 100...

Mary even blushed and refused to take down a single Oren, citing her "lack of fighting" as the reason.

In addition to what Ban Ad Academy gave us before.

Ailin now has a huge sum of nearly two thousand Oren.

This doesn't even include the more valuable magical materials in the saddlebag.

Ailin is now considered a small-time millionaire.

Vesemir, on the other hand, hasn't made much money since he came down from the mountain.

The day when Elsa can be redeemed seems far off.

Seemingly sensing Ailin's somewhat impolite gaze, Vesemir glanced at the Little Monster, frowned, and said:

"Spending some money to buy her is fine, but have you thought about what you'll do with her afterwards?"

"Kaer Morhen is not a place suitable for ordinary children to live..."

Ailin thought for a moment and was about to speak.

Suddenly, I noticed that the Little Monster lying on the horse's back was breathing rapidly.

Um?

The Little Monster woke up.

Even though the Axii Sign was deliberately weakened, it shouldn't have woken up so quickly.

Ailin looked at the Little Monster, who was pretending to be asleep, with some confusion.

Vesemir and Mary also noticed Ailin's unusual behavior. They followed his gaze to the horse's back, then pulled on the reins and stopped the horse.

"Get up if you're awake. It's not comfortable to be lying on the horse like this."

After dismounting, Ailin patted her swollen back.

The Little Monster trembled like a kitten and obediently dismounted with Ailin's help.

Then he silently lowered his head.

She neither cried nor made a fuss.

Seeing this, Ailin exchanged a glance with Vesemir and then cautiously asked:

Do you know your current situation?

"My brother and I were sold to you by our father."

The Little Monster was hunched over and didn't look up, so Ailin and the others couldn't see the expression on her face.

Ailin fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Although he was also born an orphan, he suddenly didn't know what to say next.

If she starts crying and making a fuss, it's actually easier for him to just give her a quick "Axii a traditional Chinese gesture of encouragement).

But now that they're all quiet, it doesn't seem right to use magic to knock them out.

and...

No matter what, we can't keep things confused forever; we always need to communicate.

However, he was sent to an orphanage at birth in his previous life and didn't really understand what it felt like to be abandoned by your closest relatives after you've grown up.

I'm also unsure how to comfort the person I'm adopting under these circumstances...

then.

He looked at Vesemir with some embarrassment.

Vesemir is a veteran witcher who has tricked many children into going up the mountain, so he must be very familiar with this process.

Unexpectedly, after Vesemir noticed his gaze, he turned his head away very naturally and started talking to Mary, clearly not wanting to get involved in the matter.

Mary smiled apologetically at Ailin, making her stance clear, even though Ailin hadn't originally intended to rely on her.

"What to do?"

How should I put it?

What should I say?

Ailin pondered deeply.

Then, something unexpected happened to the three of them.

The Little Monster suddenly spoke.

"I... I can do... wash clothes, I can... I can cook, and I can take care of children. Please don't separate me from my brother..."

The Little Monster had a hoarse voice, trembled as if it were very scared, and never dared to lift its head.

"And..."

"I... I eat very little, just a little bit of leftovers every day..." Seeing that the three of them remained silent, the Little Monster suddenly changed its tune, "No... no... just give me a little food every two days..."

"Don't separate me from my brother..."

"Don't separate me from my brother..."

"I... he's my only remaining family member..."

She seemed to have heard Vesemir say that she wanted to separate her from her brother, and she kept trying to persuade the three of them.

However, from beginning to end.

The Little Monster never raised its head.

"How about... we take her with us to Kaer Morhen ..." Mary hesitated, glancing cautiously at Ailin. "It's just me and Lady Vesemir in the castle, which can be quite inconvenient at times."

Ailin had no objection.

So he looked at Vesemir.

With two younger men watching him, could Vesemir really veto the decision?

Besides...

Such a tragic background...

If Ailin felt pity for him, how much more so for the Witcher Master was already quite old?

"Then let's take them with us..." Vesemir sighed.

As if to convince himself, he added another explanation:

"Next time Mary comes down the mountain, Lady Vesemir will indeed need someone to serve her..."

"Thanks!"

"Thanks!"

The Little Monster hunched over, its head still bowed.

But under the bright spring sunshine...

"Snap~"

"Snap~"

Words of gratitude, mingling with glistening tears, streamed from between her dry, yellowed hair...

Drop by drop.

It smashed on the stone.

Ailin sighed again, gently lifted the Little Monster onto the carrot, and then mounted his horse.

The Little Monster wiped away its tears, trying its best not to let them get on the saddle, then lowered its head and sat obediently.

So sensible... it breaks my heart.

Based on Ailin's experience, it's remarkable that someone so young can be so perceptive and observant.

The Little Monster must have suffered far more than Ailin could have imagined.

Unfortunately, life's hardships don't discriminate based on age.

They rode their horses along the main road for a long time.

Ailin suddenly realized.

Although she kept calling him "Little Monster Little Monster" in her mind, the girl could never actually have that name.

then.

He asked softly:

"I forgot to ask earlier..."

"May I have your name?"

The Little Monster sniffed and whispered hoarsely:

"Ye... Nev, my name is Yennefer ..."

Yennefer?

Ailin was stunned.

He also had a Yennefer in his mind.

She was born around 1175 and was a Sorceress from the capital city of Ard- Vengerberg.

She is one of the five members of the Sorcerer's Council, which governs all wizards in the Northern Continent, and also a member of the Sorcerer's Conclave of Sorceresses, which controls world politics after the collapse of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.

Moreover, she is an expert in potions and alchemy, and is also a well-known wealthy woman in the Witcher world.

It can be said that he has power, money, and exceptional strength.

certainly.

The reason why Ailin remembers her so vividly is mainly because Yennefer is the female protagonist of The Witcher and also the female protagonist of The Witcher games.

In the original books and games, the protagonist Geralt, the Geralt, is basically either searching for Yennefer or on his way to find Ciri with Yennefer.

Naturally unforgettable.

The three elements of Vengerberg, Yennefer, and his tragic past instantly connected in his mind, coupled with his rapid awakening from the influence of the Axii Sign...

He subconsciously looked at the hunchbacked, head-down Little Monster.

The yellowish color of hair is just due to malnutrition, but its natural color should be black.

Upon careful recollection, the Little Monster's eyes were indeed violet.

Confirmed.

It was definitely Yennefer from his mind.

Instinctively, Ailin glanced at the Little Monster a couple more times, thinking:

"That hundred Oren was definitely worth it!"