Prophecy (Happy New Year!!!)

Her humble tone concealed an undeniable pride.

Perhaps the Sorceress didn't intend to hide it.

The Witcher apprentice froze upon hearing this, then fell silent.

If what the Sorceress said was true, then the value of this mirage pearl...

"I wonder why she'd give something so precious to you?"

A gentle female voice interrupted his internal struggle.

Ailin gazed at the Sorceress, his heart stirred.

At that moment, he had a sudden premonition.

The Sorceress's next words would pull him into a unfathomable, surging tide.

Vesemir was also gazing intently at those azure cat-like eyes, as if trying to etch their gem-like depth and purity into the safest, deepest part of her heart.

The Sorceress spoke, "Know this, the time of the sword and axe draws near, it is the Era of the Cold Wolf and Blizzard..."

This was a prophecy by the Prophetess Ithlinne.

As one of the few prophecies in "The Witcher," Ailin remembered it vividly.

This passage of the prophecy stated: Only the heir of the Elder Blood could save the world from the White Frost.

However.

What did this have to do with Ailin? Was he the heir of the Elder Blood?

Ailin continued listening as he pondered.

"The world will die in frost and be reborn under a new sun."

"Ess'tuath esse! It is inevitable! Heed the signs!"

"To know the signs..."

"First... Filius Miraculi—Child of Miracle—is born in a land of bitter cold..."

Ailin, who had been calm, suddenly had his pupils contract the moment the Sorceress recited the last line.

It's different from the original text?

And Child of Miracle, isn't that me?

Ailin quickly opened his character panel and took a look.

[Name: Ailin]

[Age: 13]

[Title: Child of Miracle]

It was indeed him.

He had always thought "Child of Miracle" was just a useless title.

The Sorceress's chanting did not stop because of Ailin's thoughts.

"Death and rebirth, the non-human brings blood and fire..."

At some point, the clear, high, and distant female voice disappeared.

The Witcher apprentice remained silent for a long time.

The entire alchemy room was quiet.

However, Ailin's heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"The Child of Miracle will save the world?"

"Then what about the Elder Blood?"

"Where did the Elder Blood go?"

Everything is messed up! It's all messed up!

Ailin's shock wasn't just because he heard "Child of Miracle" from someone else for the first time.

Most importantly, the Elder Blood was missing from this prophecy.

Yesterday noon, upon learning that Witchers only knew Witcher Potions, Ailin had thought he had transmigrated into the world of a Witcher novel.

But if even the Elder Blood was gone...

Then, was the future information he possessed still valid?

"So, do you know?" Vesemir asked.

"Know what?" Ailin was taken aback.

"The Child of Miracle will save the world from the White Frost," the Sorceress said dismissively. "Your responsibility is great; this Mirage Pearl is merely a small, early investment in the Child of Miracle."

Well, I'll be!

This investment is truly generous. Giving away a rare蜃珠 right at the start, what kind of future benefits will be used to tie him down?

The Sorceress isn't a proper capitalist; she's more like a gambler.

Going all-in right from the start!

"You're so sure... I'm the Child of Miracle?" The Witcher apprentice was so surprised he didn't even use polite language.

The Sorceress fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Then, in a complex tone that was difficult for others to understand, she murmured:

"You are the Child of Miracle, you must be the Child of Miracle, you have to be the Child of Miracle!"

"Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Nothing, you are the Child of Miracle," Vesemir said, shaking her head with a sense of loss. Then, with a complicated expression, she comforted him, "Don't worry, even if you're not, I won't take back the Mirage Pearl." After a moment of silence, Vesemir rubbed her temples as if with a headache, saying:

"There's nothing else, you can leave now."

Ailin looked strangely at the Sorceress, who had suddenly lost interest.

Fickleness, clearly not just a privilege of women in their past lives.

But since the Sorceress had already asked him to leave, Ailin didn't dare to ask any more questions, no matter how many he had.

After all, he was only the future savior, not the present one.

After Ailin left the alchemy room, Vesemir leaned against the wall and stood silently for a long time.

"Snap."

With a snap of her fingers.

The door to the inner alchemy room opened.

"Come out, Ailin has already left." The Sorceress suppressed her lonely emotions.

A man carrying two swords emerged from the inner room, his arms, shoulders, and hair covered in dust.

"The secret passages of Kaer Morhen are really difficult to navigate. I should have known... Huh? What happened to Mary?"

"She fell asleep." Vesemir casually brushed it off.

Soyer was speechless.

How bold does one have to be to sleep like that in front of you.

He looked at Mary, who was lying on the ground in an awkward position, opened his mouth, and couldn't help but suggest:

"Is it really necessary to do it this way? Couldn't you just find an excuse to send Mary away?"

Vesemir replied indifferently, "She's my apprentice!"

Soyer understood the Sorceress's subtext, sighed, picked Mary up by the collar of her back, and placed her on the alchemy table.

Vesemir watched with her arms crossed, saying nothing.

"So, how's the experiment log coming along?"

Seeing that Vesemir wasn't in high spirits, Soyer got straight to the point.

"I'm working on it."

"So you haven't done it yet." Soyer nodded, looking like he understood the Sorceress very well.

"As soon as I arrived at Kaer Morhen, you gave me trouble," Vesemir's anger flared up instantly upon hearing Soyer's tone. "You should know, I didn't come here to work for you!"

The Witcher was forced to take two steps back by the Sorceress's imposing presence.

He scratched his head helplessly, unable to figure out where he had provoked Vesemir again.

"I'm sorry, I said that casually at the time, I didn't expect it to have such a big impact."

"It's only the second day, and many Witchers have already started asking me about the Witcher's Eye."

"Even a few who haven't looked at a book in a hundred years have come to ask me about the date of the experiment log..."

Catching a glimpse of Vesemir's expression not thawing, Soyer paused and added, "Ah... who asked our child to be so outstanding! If he were like a normal apprentice, there wouldn't be so many troubles..."

"That's my child!" The Sorceress's tone was still sharp, but it had softened considerably compared to just now.

The Witcher shrugged, thinking to himself, without me, could you have given birth to the child alone?

"Why not? Who do you think I am?"

Clearly, the Chieftain of the School of the Wolf, Soyer, did not have the privilege of not having his mind read.

Soyer fell silent, not wanting to argue with the Sorceress.

He found it a bit difficult to understand.

Everyone is so old, why are you still acting like you were a child...

"Snap"

A snap of the fingers.

The roaring wolf head emblem instantly jumped out from his collar, vibrating wildly and emitting a buzzing sound.

Soyer instinctively curved his thumb and index finger, drawing a triangle in the air before him.

In the blink of an eye, a Quen shield, almost solid, clung tightly to the dark red padded armor.

Vesemir's Quen Sign was already strong enough.

But whether it was in casting speed or Sign strength, Chieftain Soyer's Quen Sign was much higher than Vesemir's.

It was a pity that these advantages could not prevent the Witcher from being blown back by telekinesis.

The Sorceress's telekinesis didn't even trigger Quen's automatic defense, and she tossed the Witcher back into the secret passage as if he were trash.

"Bang!"

Instantly.

The secret passage, which had never been cleaned since its construction, was instantly filled with dust.

However, all this dust was magically blocked within the secret passage.

A moment later, Soyer walked back into the alchemy room, covered in dust from head to toe.

After dusting himself off, the Witcher suddenly heard the Sorceress say in a clear, cold voice:

"Ailin knows about the prophecy..."

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