The Witcher Who Changed the Future

Mary smoothed her long, golden hair and continued:

"Kaer Morhen is far away in the Blue Mountains, and is rarely visited by people."

"So what if the battle between Kedwen and Ard is fierce?"

"Could it be that the armies of the two countries can fight all the way to the On the Blue Mountains?"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir glanced at Ailin and asked:

"Ailin, do you think it's related?"

Ailin sighed deeply and lowered his head in deep thought.

Although he was unaware of the situation within the Kedwen court, he could clearly discern it from Dite, the royal tutor who was suspected of being murdered in a wizarding conspiracy.

The prince who lost his father was probably distrustful of the nobles in the country who were suspected of colluding with the male witches.

They were more inclined to trust a powerless and unconnected tutor from Toussaint.

Therefore, the new king had at least a rift with the sorcerers and nobles of Ban Ade's lineage, and there may even have been hatred between them.

This was all caused by Ailin.

He was also pleased with the political turmoil caused by the mutual animosity between the two major enemies of the School of the Wolf within Kedwen —the wizards and the royal family.

The longer this tit-for-tat situation continues, the more advantageous it is for the School of the Wolf.

but.

Once a powerful external enemy emerges, everything changes completely.

Whether it was due to a long-standing feud or Ard's ambition for expansion.

As long as Ard makes a move.

Kedwen will almost certainly put an end to the infighting for a while. The new king, whose position is already unstable due to his father's death, will need the support of a powerful force in the country even more.

Especially Ban Ad, who possesses powerful magical abilities and a large noble family.

therefore.

The benevolent Rado, as described by Vesemir, will face a problem.

Faced with the threat of national subjugation, should one compromise or seek revenge?

If we compromise...

Ailin sighed again, recalling Thomas Morru's face, which was somewhat deformed by hatred.

So how could it not be related to the School of the Wolf?

The intense battlefield could not possibly reach the Ancient Sea Fortress, but the key question is whether this war will actually take place, which is very important to the School of the Wolf.

Or rather...

Will the intensity of the war truly be enough to make the enemies of the School of the Wolf turn their attention away from the Witcher far away in the On the Blue Mountains?

Smack!

A snap of his fingers interrupted his thoughts.

The pale red barrier shattered and then rose again.

Mary is not yet fully realized; her proficiency in creating soundproof barriers is still insufficient.

"Ailin, what do you think?" Vesemir asked encouragingly as he saw the young witcher look up.

then.

Ailin then shared his analysis.

The more Vesemir spoke, the more amazed he became, and Mary's expression grew increasingly serious.

After Ailin finished explaining his general thoughts, Vesemir took a deep breath and thought:

"Is there a talent involved in politics?"

Now he was even more convinced that Lady Vesemir had definitely given Ailin special treatment.

but...

He glanced at the bewildered Mary.

Why would Lady Vesemir only teach Ailin?

After thinking for a few seconds, Vesemir pressed on:

"So, do you think Rado... the new king, will compromise?"

"I don't know," Ailin shook his head. "I don't know how much he cares about his father's death?"

"Is his personality impulsive and reckless, or hesitant and indecisive...?"

"It's even more unclear how much power he can mobilize now, and how many military nobles are willing to take his orders..."

"There are just too many variables..."

"Then what do you think we can do?" Vesemir pressed.

Ailin was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

The School of the Wolf has no Witchers serving in the courts of Kedwen and Ard, although Vesemir and other Witcher Master know some nobles.

However, most of these are simply agency transactions.

You provide the money, I'll risk my life.

Simple and straightforward.

There may be instances where a life-saving favor exists, but given the usual habits of witchers, they often demand payment on the spot.

They might even use Accident Law to take away the other party's offspring...

Given the high mortality rate of Witchers, a life-saving grace often turns into a blood feud that results in the death of one's child.

As for what the three of them can do in the face of the overwhelming trend?

Are we suggesting we hold a Conjunction of the Spheres in Vengerberg?

Ailin mentally rejected the idea.

"Let's send the message back to Kaer Morhen first. Perhaps the Chief and Lady Vesemir can use this information for something..."

"Then..."

Ailin paused, then continued, "When you meet King Ard, react accordingly..."

"However, I don't think there's much hope; in fact, it might just bring trouble upon myself..."

"Master Vesemir, what do you think?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Vesemir sighed deeply:

"Let's do it this way for now, just like you said, adapt to changing circumstances..."

Ailin nodded and then looked at Mary: "Do you have a way to contact Lady Vesemir, like a lovebird?"

Mary shook her head in distress:

"Mind projection spells are very complex, I don't know them yet..."

"Then we'll just have to go back as soon as possible." Ailin stroked his chin.

Kaer Morhen is at a very high altitude, and no carrier pigeons can fly up there.

The village at the foot of the mountain does have a dedicated pigeon station, but Ard and the Witcher don't have a good relationship, so there's no dedicated pigeon route between the two places in Vengerberg.

"War takes time. Even if there's trouble at the Ancient Sea Fortress, there's no rush," Vesemir comforted him. "We'll head to Arland after we collect the bounty."

"The lord there has a good relationship with us, so we can borrow his carrier pigeon."

"That's the only way." Ailin nodded.

then.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Vesemir went into the room to look after the Little Monster and her brother.

After exploring for a while and discovering a private bathroom, Mary happily closed the door and prepared to take a bath.

As for Ailin.

He was leaning against the windowsill, frowning as he looked outside.

Having just dealt with Haxor, they stirred up conflict and hatred among their enemies.

Then another Ard appeared, almost rendering all his previous efforts futile.

The time gained from the king's death now seems uncertain again.

Ailin suddenly felt that the world was like a Möbius strip, and no matter how hard he tried or how far he went, he always seemed to return to his original position.

It's as if fate has already arranged everything, and all the efforts of mortals are in vain.

Outside the window, the spring sunshine is bright, and the newly sprouted buds on the trees are green and glistening with raindrops, creating a vibrant scene.

But the shadow of war is looming, and danger lurks everywhere.

No!

The world has changed because of me.

If it weren't for me, Chieftain Soyer would have died long ago at the hands of Ben Ade, as would Huus, Bont, and Fred.

And Francesca...

She found her mother through her own efforts.

Sadia escaped with her life from the sorcerers and Haxor, and sent her child to Kaer Morhen.

The Ion Els might become the most loyal allies of the School of the Wolf.

Oh, right.

And Haxor...

He's dead. Could the suspicious Kedwen be stronger than when he first arrived here?

And he...

Attributes, skills, potions, spells, rituals...

He is more than ten times stronger than he was a few months ago.

The death rate in the trials is almost zero, plus the Witcher Company...

The School of the Wolf will only get stronger!

Even the change of sending troops to Ard was entirely due to him...

The more Ailin thought, the brighter his gaze became as he looked out the window.

I can win.

I will definitely win!

"Knock knock~"

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Ailin, who was sitting on the sofa, got up and opened the door.

Jacob was standing at the door.

"Master Ailin, here are the materials you requested." He handed Ailin a bulging paper package.

I opened it and took a look.

Dog Oil, White Oleander Petals, and Berberis Fruit...

"Thank you, the materials are all of very high quality," Ailin nodded with satisfaction, taking the money with one hand and reaching for his purse with the other.

"No need, Master Ailin," Jacob declined with a smile. "Consider it a small act of kindness for my shop."

After a moment of hesitation, Ailin did not refuse.

"Thank you then."

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Seeing that Ailin had accepted it, Jacob's smile widened even more.

"I won't disturb your rest any longer."

After saying this, Jacob nodded and left.

"Bang!"

As Ailin closed the door, she turned around and smelled a refreshing orange scent.

"Have the potion ingredients arrived?"

Mary, having finished her shower, came out of her room and eagerly took the paper package from Ailin's hand.

Throughout the journey, her heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat; she was constantly Ailin what kind of formula Erin had figured out on the road and what its effects would be.

"Dog Oil, White Oleander Petals, and Berberis Fruit..." Mary opened the bag. "Are you planning to make Sword Oil?"

Having mastered many of the recipes created by Ailin, Mary already had a general understanding of his potion-making system.

The potion's base is Dwarven Strong Alcohol.

The base of the Sword Oil is Dog Oil.

All you need for the Heart Essence Fluid is the heart of a monster.

certainly.

It will be extremely difficult.

Mary shuddered as she recalled the days and nights spent creating the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid amidst the scorching, foul stench.

Thinking about it now.

Ever since Ailin appeared in her and Vesemir's world, she, who was originally left to her own devices by her mentor, suddenly became inexplicably busy.

Lady Vesemir's love was also taken away.

Although...

There weren't many to begin with...

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold while taking a bath?" Ailin asked with concern, but Mary glared at her fiercely.

It's all because of this witcher!

Mary gritted her teeth inwardly.

"What's wrong with you..." Ailin scratched his head, looking completely bewildered, and then answered Mary's question:

"A Sword Oil, a magic potion..."

"What?" Mary, holding her bag, paused for a moment before turning to look at Ailin. "You came up with two formulas along the way?"

"The Sword Oil was obtained on the way."

"I obtained the other potion recipe in Kaer Morhen, but it's always been missing a crucial element..."

Ailin told the truth.

"Oh, I see..."

Mary looked at Ailin's nonchalant manner, as if creating a formula was as easy as eating and drinking, and suddenly felt somewhat powerless.

The anger in my heart came inexplicably, and then inexplicably disappeared.

"Hmph~"

With a soft hum, Mary took out the crucible and other simple alchemy tools from the room.

"Squeak~"

Vesemir also heard the commotion outside the door and came out with the Little Monster wrapped in cloth and her brother.

The two little ones seemed to have accepted the fact that their father had sold them, or perhaps Yennefer was indeed good at taking care of children and had managed to soothe her younger brother quite well.

"Shall we begin brewing the new potion?"

Vesemir also came over to help, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Just like Mary.

He was also very Ailin the formula that Erin had come up with on the road, whether it was useful, and what kind of effect it would have.

With the three of them working together, they quickly set up the crucible on the stone platform in the living room.

"First, we need to refine Sword Oil. Similar to Ghoul Oil and Specter Oil, this is a Mixed Beast Oil specifically designed to counter monsters like griffins..."

While using magic to soak the White Oleander Petals, Ailin explained to Vesemir and Mary how to make Mixed Beast Oil.

It's not difficult to obtain Mixed Beast Oil with only Alchemy LV1.

In reality, all Sword Oil are not difficult to make; they are basically just soaked, boiled, and simmered.

The most technically demanding steps are always at the very beginning: using magic to process the materials and activate the hidden magical nodes and circuits within the plants.

Even the materials used are cheap, readily available plants.

For example, the dandelion in the Ghoul Oil, the flea in the Specter Oil, and the White Oleander Petals in Ailin's hand.

They are very easy to obtain, and even if you need to buy them, they are very cheap; any witcher can easily acquire them.

It is simple to prepare and the materials are readily available, yet the effect is particularly outstanding.

It's as if, after countless trials and tribulations, only the simplest and most essential parts remain.

Every time Ailin used it, he was curious about how such a seemingly childish formula was created.

soon.

A large pot of thick, oily substance, bubbling with amber-colored bubbles, was then served.

This is six portions of Mixed Beast Oil.

"You... you've already made it?" Mary asked in surprise, only snapping out of her daze when she saw him bottling it.

"Yes." Ailin nodded.

After filling the Sword Oil container, he divided it into three bottles for Vesemir and then handed his own bottle to Mary.

Mary used a method unique to alchemists to sense it.

The faint magical aura was different from Ghoul Oil, but very similar.

It is clearly a product of success.

Although they hadn't tried it yet, given the precedents of Ghoul Oil and Specter Oil, Vesemir and Mary had no doubts about its effectiveness.

Vesemir was fine; he happily accepted the Mixed Beast Oil.

Mary felt a sudden dizziness.

She knew the simple preparation method; she had refined Ghoul Oil before.

Her disorientation and shock stemmed solely from Ailin's nonchalant remark...

While riding a horse on the road, he came up with a recipe that could be made from just two ingredients, and he knew the effect of the recipe without even testing it...

It's as if this recipe always existed.

But Mary was convinced that this was a completely new alchemical system.

"Is this the real alchemical genius?" Mary stared at the young witcher.

She felt that Ailin's talent was even more profound and moving than his beautiful sapphire eyes.

After refining a pot of Mixed Beast Oil, Ailin saw that there were still quite a few materials left, so he taught Vesemir and Mary how to refine a pot each.

Aside from Mary being somewhat distracted during the refining process and almost failing, which resulted in her being scolded by Ailin,

Both attempts at concoction were successful, and Mary and Vesemir learned how to do it on their first try.

The two little ones squatted quietly to the side, listening intently, though it was unclear whether they could understand.

After imparting the Mixed Beast Oil, Ailin was preparing to take out the Berberis Fruit and the Swamp Hag Mutagen Inducer.

At this moment.

"Knock knock knock~"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

After glancing at the already dark sky outside, Vesemir muttered something strange and went to open the door.

"Squeak~"

Outside the door stood Terrick, the vice-principal of the Knights of Ard.

It was to inform him of the time for an audience with the King... Vesemir understood.

After speaking with Ailin, he had been thinking about how to persuade the King of Ard, so he was very much looking forward to this audience.

But unexpectedly...

"I'm sorry, Master Vesemir."

Terrick's expression was rather unpleasant:

"You're probably... never going to see the king!"