Yennefer's Talent

Is it really a death throes?

Vesemir stared at Ianna.

Even Evil God are gods.

It is a consensus in the wizarding world that gods need faith and rely on the number of believers to establish their power.

Meritellie is the most worshipped deity in the world.

How powerful must this Evil God be to not only not be suppressed in His sanctuary, but also to suddenly knock Ailin unconscious?

Where does an Evil God get so many followers?

"Don't worry, it's just that the mark the Evil God left on Ailin sensed a threat and instinctively resisted."

Vesemir still looked worried.

Ianna patted her hand, then smiled at the somewhat bewildered Ailin, and explained:

"This is a good thing. This outbreak consumed almost 90% of the power projected by the Evil God."

"Now it doesn't even take seven days, probably... um..." Ianna estimated, "Three days... three days is enough."

This is a good thing... Ailin thought to himself.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. If someone is about to die, can't they be allowed to fight back in their death throes?

Moreover, although that force forced him to "turn his head" in his consciousness space, Ailin felt that he was capable of resisting that force.

But before he could even speak...

"Let's stay for seven days!" Vesemir gripped Ailin's hand tightly, her palms sweating. "Just in case, let's stay in the sanctuary for the full seven days."

"Of course, no problem. Ailin can stay with Granny as long as she wants."

Ianna reached out and gently ruffled the witcher's hair, then took his hand and whispered:

"Let's go, the others must be getting impatient."

Ailin nodded and looked at the Sorceress.

The woman in the gray dress frowned slightly, her pursed red lips seeming to hold an unyielding sorrow.

"Don't worry, Lady Vesemir, everything will be alright," Ailin said softly.

The Sorceress nodded and said nothing more.

The Temple of Melitele has a large restaurant that can accommodate more than a thousand people.

From temple high-ranking officials like Ianna to the temple's servants, everyone ate in this large dining hall.

When Ailin, Vesemir, and Ianna arrived, Vesemir and the others were already gathered at the restaurant entrance.

From afar, you could see a Little Monster dressed in a black robe, its entire body completely covered.

"By the way, Lady Vesemir." Ailin turned his head to look at the Sorceress.

The Sorceress asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I rescued... um... adopted a little girl. After dinner, could you help me test if she has any magical talent?"

Ailin scratched his head and roughly recounted the process of adopting Yennefer to the Sorceress.

"What a good child!"

Hearing that he had rescued Yennefer from an alcoholic father, Ianna patted his head with relief.

When he saw the wrinkled, calloused old man's hands being rubbed towards him, he wanted to dodge.

But the 48 points of strength plus the 42 points of agility seemed to disappear at this moment.

With her head tilted to the side, Ailin seemed to be leaning into Ianna's hand.

"Ianna, stop bullying him..." Vesemir said.

Ianna smiled as she messed up the Witcher's hair again, then gently rubbed it several more times before withdrawing her hand.

Vesemir shook her head helplessly at the sight and glanced at the little one covered by a black cloth at the restaurant entrance.

The ordinary black cloth seemed to be nothing to her.

"Spinal deformity, fleshy growths and bone spurs..."

"It does look like it's been corrupted by Chaos Magic for a long time, but..." Vesemir turned to look at Ailin, giving him a heads-up, "These features are just, perhaps, merely deformities, and have nothing to do with Chaos Magic ..."

After a one-second pause, Vesemir added:

"And this is the most likely possibility."

Ailin nodded when he heard Vesemir's words.

Even if the Little Monster is named Yennefer, it is not impossible that she could lose her magical talent.

After all, this world is quite different from the novels and games of my previous life.

but.

For Ailin, it didn't really matter whether Yennefer had talent or not.

He rescued the Little Monster without knowing her identity.

Ailin simply couldn't stand it, and he had the ability to do so; that's all.

then.

The Witcher shook his head and said:

"It's okay, just a test will do. I didn't expect to profit from her when I adopted her."

"I just hope she can support herself."

The Sorceress glanced at Ianna with pride upon hearing this.

"What a good boy!" Ianna's gaze towards the witcher softened with increasing affection as she spoke softly:

"Don't worry, even if her talent isn't detected, the temple is willing to accept her."

"If one is devout and talented, one can become a priest like Lyra."

"Ms. Meritellie is the Mother of All Things and will not discriminate against her children because of their appearance or disability."

"And..."

"Even if she doesn't have the talent, we will teach her herbs, medicine, and midwifery. As long as she is willing to put in the effort, she will not have to worry about going hungry."

Ailin was delighted to hear Ianna's words.

This way, even if the Little Monster's talent cannot be detected, it will have a decent escape route.

"Thank you, Mother Ianna!" Ailin said gratefully.

"No need to thank me," Ianna smiled gently. "Good deeds deserve recognition, and the weak need to be supported."

"This is what a lady's servant should do."

At mealtimes, there are a lot of people outside the restaurant.

Not only were there temple priests and other staff, but also many richly dressed noblewomen and children being disciplined by several middle-aged women.

Upon seeing the High Priest of the Temple of Melitele, many people made a point of coming over to greet her with "Good afternoon," and then whispered among themselves about Vesemir and Ailin's identities.

Why is a witcher accompanying the High Priest?

"Is the woman in the gray robe also a priestess of the goddess? She's so beautiful!"

"Why does that witcher look so young? Is he here for a trial with that handsome witcher uncle who was standing at the door earlier?"

"It should be, you can see that the badges on their chests are all the same."

"He's so cute! I wish my baby would look like him!"

"Yes! Yes! Especially those deep blue Cat Eyes... wow... they're even clearer than the ocean..."

"I really hope my baby grows up to be a little knight like this, to protect me..."

"Take a closer look now, who knows, the baby might look like this after birth..."

"Huh? Is that even possible? What's the explanation?"

"Listen to me..."

The conversations among the wealthy women and expectant mothers around him gradually became outrageous, and their gazes toward the young witcher grew increasingly intense.

Gradually.

Even the temple clergy who had finished their lunch inexplicably joined in.

Ailin's lips twitched slightly.

If Ianna hadn't been there with him, these bored women might have actually come over and stared at him.

"Alright, alright, stop crowding around here." Ianna noticed Ailin's predicament and shooed him away with amusement. "You're going to scare my guest away."

Hahahaha~

Noticing Ailin's flushed face, a burst of good-natured laughter erupted around them.

After that, the pregnant socialites around them became even bolder.

Some people leaned closer to stare intently at Ailin's face...

Someone asked Ianna if she would have a good-looking baby if she looked at many good-looking children...

Some were even bold enough to directly ask Ailin if he would take on the job, offering to pay him to keep an eye on him...

This is somewhat outrageous...

But to be honest, the price of the commission was driven up within seconds, making even the wealthy Ailin somewhat tempted.

If it weren't for Nannick and Lyra noticing something amiss at the restaurant entrance and running over to chase away the group of women who were eager to watch the drama unfold.

Perhaps Ailin might actually agree.

There was nothing I could do; they gave me too much!

"High Priest, they are guests after all, why didn't you do anything about them!" Nannick complained to Ianna reproachfully after shooing the people away.

"Hahaha, I'll take care of it..." Ianna laughed heartily.

Nannick rolled her eyes gracefully. Knowing the High Priest as she did, she knew what was going on without even asking.

She smiled apologetically at Ailin:

"I'm sorry, the High Priest likes to joke, but he's a nice person and meant no harm."

At this moment.

Still dizzy from the woman's various fragrances, Ailin only then realized what the High Priest had said...

What appears to be obstruction is actually instigation.

There's a certain morbid sense of humor in it.

But after all, he had just saved Ailin's life, so what could he say?

He could only shake his head with a wry smile, indicating to Nannick that it was nothing.

"This has nothing to do with me, it's just that Ailin is too popular!" Ianna retorted.

The words were kind.

But for some reason, Ailin always felt that the High Priest's gaze was somewhat meaningful.

However, what he didn't realize was...

Vesemir's smile hadn't faded since the beginning of the session.

After reuniting with Vesemir and his group, both the Sorceress and Ianna glanced at the Little Monster again.

The somewhat sensitive Yennefer shrank back timidly behind Vesemir.

After a brief introduction, Ianna led them into the temple's dining hall.

Dinner consisted of a steaming hot chicken and mushroom stew and soft croissant-shaped butter bread.

Although it wasn't quite as good as Mary's at the Hundred Fruit Garden Hotel, it still tasted pretty good.

Several people sat at a long table in the corner.

At first, the atmosphere was a little awkward because there were strangers at the table, but it gradually warmed up.

The priests of the Goddess Meritellie seem to possess a unique charisma that makes it easy for those without ill intentions to lower their guard.

Perhaps because Lyra was present, Nannick deliberately steered the conversation toward Ben Ade's Apprentice Combat Tournament.

Vesemir and Ailin also tacitly described the scene of the Conjunction of the Spheres converging.

Haxor died a horrible death; his remains survived, but were unrecognizable.

No need to embellish, just tell the truth and you'll feel much better.

Although the goddess's priests were neutral, none of them had any affection for a cruel and tyrannical ruler.

Moreover, the eyewitnesses were right there.

Lyra, who had become quite adept at social maneuvering after Haxor's death, initially tried to keep the atmosphere warm and friendly, but as she listened, her head drooped.

Perhaps she was thinking of something, because tears dripped onto the table.

The others at the table tacitly ignored her, letting her vent her grief on her own.

Even young Royce, who was about to speak with a puzzled look on his face, had his mouth quietly covered by his sister.

"How has your journey been since you left Ban Ade?"

Vesemir gave Lyra a pitying look and changed the subject.

"Mentor, the three of us worked together and killed a Greater Griffin..."

Mary cooperated and recounted the entire process of hunting the monster, especially the legendary tale of Ailin's bravery as he ascended to the heavens with the Greater Griffin.

Vivid and expressive.

This drew gasps of surprise from Nannick and Ianna, and also caused Vesemir to show a worried look in her eyes.

When Mary had been keeping a close eye on her mentor, noticed this look, she instinctively shuddered and quickly steered the conversation toward the war atmosphere in Vengerberg.

"Is that so? Another war is about to break out..." Ianna sighed.

Nannick didn't look too good either.

Upon seeing this, Ailin suddenly thought of the Wild Hunt.

then.

"Speaking of war, we encountered the Wild Hunt at Gors Velen," Ailin said, glancing at Vesemir. "Mother Ianna, is there any record of the Wild Hunt in the temple?"

"The Wild Hunt?" Ianna looked at the young witcher with a puzzled expression. "Isn't that an elven legend?"

It seems there aren't any left...

Ailin sighed inwardly.

He didn't expect the Meritellie Church to launch a holy war against Ion El.

After all, humans now dominate the world, and the Wild Hunt, which has not shown any threat, is just some kind of monster.

But the Church of Meritellie has a long history, and perhaps it has some records and methods for fighting the Wild Hunt.

Unfortunately, even the High Priest of Meritellie seemed to be completely unaware of this.

That makes sense, though.

Although Ianna is the High Priest, she is probably not even half as old Vesemir.

Even Vesemir was unaware of this, so how could Ianna have known?

However, I was somewhat disappointed.

He recounted the entire story of how the Wild Hunt appeared in Gors Velen.

certainly.

Because I'm not familiar with the priests of Meritellie, I won't talk about Ain El for now.

With additions from Vesemir and Mary, the account of the Gors Velen was completed.

Ianna glanced at Vesemir with surprise and said:

"The Wild Hunt actually exists in this world? I always thought it was just a bedtime story..."

Vesemir received the gaze and shook her head, indicating that she knew nothing about the Wild Hunt either.

"However, just because I don't know doesn't mean there are no records in the temple..."

Under Ailin's renewed expectant gaze, Ianna lowered her head and pondered for a few seconds before looking at Nannick and Lyra:

"Nannick, take Lyra to the old archives these next few days and check if there are any files related to the Wild Hunt..."

Hearing that she would have to trouble Nannick and Lyra, Ailin felt a little embarrassed:

"This... this is too much trouble for the two priests..."

"How about I go? I just finished cleaning the sanctuary today, and I don't have any plans for the next few days..."

"Who told you there were no plans coming up?" Ianna smiled gently, interrupting Ailin.

"Huh?" the Witcher asked, puzzled.

"You'll have a very busy few days ahead..." Ianna smiled meaningfully, her eyes narrowing into slits.

Ianna's smile was still not quite clear to me.

Nannick suddenly spoke:

"There's no such thing as trouble or inconvenience. The Wild Hunt has caused the lady to lose many of her children, and has also caused some of her other children to lose their beloved relatives..."

"It is our duty to share the burdens of women..."

Lyra didn't speak, but she nodded solemnly to Ailin.

"Just do your job properly. We'll help you organize the files." Vesemir got up to clear the table, looking like he was planning to work on the files all night.

No rush.

Ianna smiled and stopped Vesemir and Mary, who were eagerly following, then looked at the Little Monster shrouded in black cloth:

"Before we check the case files, there's one more thing we need to do..."