Make Way

"Bibo Bibo~"

The dry branches and wood blocks in the campfire burned, making a sound.

In an instant.

Ailin pondered deeply, completely oblivious.

Upon hearing this incredibly lifelike loud roar, Vesemir felt somewhat embarrassed.

It was as if he had returned to Killer Lake, to demonstrate the results of his "Quack Quack Quack" Ice Lance Spell training to the other Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf.

"Ahem~" The Witcher Master coughed lightly and said cautiously.

"Could it just be the screams of a monster before it dies?"

Ailin didn't think so.

As the flames burning the monster's body turned from green to orange, the anger and jealousy directed at the living in its single eye—emotions typical of normal ghostly creatures—disappeared.

Instead, there was confusion, and an extremely urgent desire, even...

The Witcher pondered that last look carefully.

It even carries a hint of redemption.

If such complex emotions could be conveyed with just one eye, how could the desperate cries made at that moment be nothing more than meaningless screams of agony before death?

"It must be trying to tell me something, but I just can't understand it?" the Witcher was certain of.

Vesemir didn't understand Ailin's dilemma at the moment, but seeing how certain he was, he also became serious and was about to concentrate on analyzing the situation.

"Phew~"

A green light suddenly appeared beside the Witcher Master.

Ah~

Amidst the horrifying screams, Vesemir skillfully transformed them into green fireworks.

"No need to think about it." The Witcher Master patted Ailin on the shoulder. "Although we don't know what kind of monster this ghost is, it's most likely a wizard who was killed during the Falga's Rebellion and who knows what kind of modifications he made to his body and soul..."

"Even if there was some hidden meaning in the monster's final roar, it was probably just some regretful and hateful last words."

"Let's deal with the troubles in Arland first, and we'll talk about the rest later..."

The Witcher nodded upon hearing this.

Although the Conjunction of the Spheres was so subtle that it led Vesemir to misunderstand the origin of the monsters.

But he's right.

Protecting Arland is the most important thing now.

As for that strange last message...

"Hunting Mission: Yokai I" is complete, unlocking the Conjunction of the Spheres leading to a certain Yokai world. If all else fails, there's still "Hunting Mission: Yokai II"...

There will always be a chance once the Wild Hunt problem is solved.

Once the Wild Hunt is solved...

"It's easier said than done..."

Thinking this, the Witcher shook his head and sighed.

He gazed intently at the distant city of Arland, ablaze with flames.

Then move your gaze downwards.

Since the one-eyed demon was dead, most of the demons, except for those that were nearby and were still drifting towards him, had begun to turn back sluggishly.

Continuing at a slow and steady pace, it steadily drifted towards Arland.

It has to be said.

Although it only took Ailin a few minutes to defeat the one-eyed monster.

But its roar bought Ailin and his group, as well as Arland, a lot of time.

Those demons have almost floated back to where they first appeared.

The previously tight schedule suddenly became much more relaxed.

While observing the battle situation, Ailin took out a bottle of White Honey and cat's eye from the reagent bag.

I drank them in order.

Instantly.

The rapid beating of my heart and the throbbing pain in my temples that felt like they were about to explode instantly dissipated.

Just then.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion.

Blinding flames erupted at the end of the green monster tide.

About 70 or 80 meters away from where Ailin and Vesemir were located, there was a burning area that was two meters long and two meters wide.

They seemed to be trying to stop the tide of demons from flowing in their direction.

"Ah--"

The demons within the burning area screamed in agony, but their advance didn't slow down much, and most importantly, not a single one of them disappeared, turning into green flames.

The one that was most severely damaged only had its spirit body become slightly transparent.

"Ailin!"

Anxious shouts accompanied the rapid clatter of horses' hooves.

The Witcher looked in the direction of the sound.

"Pfft~"

The horse hadn't come to a complete stop yet.

In the flickering firelight, a slender, petite figure was about to tumble off the horse.

However, he stumbled and for some reason lost his grip.

Ah~

With a gasp, the figure fell to the ground.

The Witcher, having just drunk the Cat Eye Potion, was at his most sensitive, and with a swift movement, he took two steps forward and caught it.

A soft, full body fell into my arms.

The refreshing scent of citrus instantly chased away the stench of the demon.

"Why are you here? Do you know how dangerous this is..."

Ailin gently put Mary down, intending to scold her a bit.

But by the firelight, he saw that the girl's pretty face, which was so close to him, was pale, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

The reprimand suddenly fell silent.

He recognized the spell he had just used.

That's Flash Fire.

It is the most powerful, but also the most painful and dangerous Fire Magic to cast.

If one does not have a deep grasp of Fire Magic Power, Fire Magic will not only bring great pain, but may even cause the caster to self-immolate.

Mary, who had only studied Fire Magic for less than a month, could not possibly have a deep grasp of Fire Magic Power.

For a girl who endured excruciating pain and disregarded her own life to save you...

Who could bear to say harsh words?

"I'll go and inform the Monster Hunter Army and the Guard Knight that you're safe... They're about to engage the demons in battle."

Vesemir glanced at the two of them with a smile, then ran towards the warhorse that Ailin had left not far away.

This caused a flush to rise on Mary's pale, sickly cheeks.

However, she did not loosen her arms; instead, she rested her cheek against the Witcher's chest and hugged him even tighter.

It's as if she's afraid that if she lets go, she'll lose him.

"Uh..." Vesemir rode back on his horse, hesitated for a second upon seeing the scene, and said softly, "You'd better hurry up. There will be plenty of time after this is over..."

Without waiting for a reply, he swiftly spurred his horse and eliminated the nearby demons before galloping off towards the Guard Knight and the Monster Hunter Army.

Upon hearing Vesemir's words, Mary immediately released her grip.

Her whole face flushed red.

"I'll take you home first."

The Witcher leaped onto the warhorse Mary had ridden, then reached out and pulled her up.

"Sorry!" the girl said softly after sitting down.

The Witcher chuckled, sniffing the orange on his nose, and shook his head. "You're not wrong."

"But please have more faith in me next time."

"Okay." The girl nodded shyly. "I understand."

"May King!"

"May Queen!"

The Witcher carried Mary back to the place before the Magic Ritual, and along the way, the returning Monster Hunter Army cheered as if they were welcoming a real king and queen.

This left Ailin stunned and somewhat at a loss.

Mary blushed completely.

The girl's smooth, delicate skin felt incredibly hot where they touched.

Upon arrival at the destination.

Mary immediately dismounted, not daring to look at Ailin's face, and ran to the front of the Magic Ritual, staring intently at the circle and triangle of the ritual array.

It's as if you can see something beautiful in it.

Ailin was both amused and exasperated by what he saw.

Sometimes unrestrained, like a blazing flame that can melt steel, and sometimes suddenly restrained, like a mimosa.

Mary was a Good Girl, it's just a pity...

Thinking of the targeting by some nobles in Kedwen and the Ban Ard wizards, as well as the Wild Hunt's occasional bombs dropped from above, the Witcher sighed:

"This world is fraught with danger..."

"When will people finally be able to settle down and have some peace and quiet...?"

At this moment.

"Da da da~"

The sound of orderly hooves interrupted the witcher's reverie.

He turned his head to look.

Vesemir was followed by his Guard Knight, who galloped over.

As the Witcher Master approached, Ailin gave him a questioning look.

Vesemir glanced behind him and said:

"Although the cries of the one-eyed monster caused the goblins to drift far away in the opposite direction from Arland, at the same time, our attraction to the goblins also disappeared..."

Ailin understood.

The demonic tide's hatred has been reset.

Without the Specter Oil, the Guard Knight couldn't attract many demonic spirits to "follow" them.

"The Monster Hunter Army still have Specter Oil; we can still fight..."

"That's right, with just one bottle of Specter Oil, we can continue to wipe out those damned monsters..."

Although Vesemir's words were subtle, the Guard Knight understood that they were no longer useful and began to clamor for another battle.

Even though Arthur, the officer of the Guard Knight, did not speak, his staring at Vesemir did not stop the restlessness of his knights.

"No need!"

Vesemir interrupted them expressionlessly.

He glanced back at the demonic tide and estimated the distance.

He glanced again at the ritual array beneath Vesemir, which was packed full of things, with hardly any useful the Rift.

"Lady Vesemir's ceremony will be over soon, and Ailin and I can go."

"But, Ailin ..." Arthur thought of the tall, one-eyed monster, glanced at the witcher with awe, and paused for a second, "Master Ailin, didn't you just go through a great battle? Do you still have the strength to spare?"

Upon hearing this, Vesemir looked at Ailin.

Ailin nodded. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt."

Not only was he not injured, but to be honest, he hadn't even had enough fun yet.

Balmor is too strong.

The Witcher actually only struck three times before the one-eyed monster, which still had no name, died.

The whole process, from beginning to end, took a while, following the red footprints of the [Demon Hunter], but even so, it took less than five minutes.

and...

The Witcher glanced around, his gaze lingering on the corner of the eye.

Hunting Quest: Demon Spirit II (Defeated 0/300 Demon Spirits)

For some reason, ever since then, he had been thinking about that one-eyed monster, feeling that its last roars were very important.

If the Conjunction of the Spheres —and the demon spirit cannot summon a similar monster—he will have to slowly accumulate hunting quests to kill the demon spirit.

Demons and spirits are actually not easy to find.

So we should take advantage of this opportunity to kill a few more.

"But with so many demons, it's still too dangerous for just the two of you!" Arthur tried to persuade them again.

The Guard Knight behind him echoed his sentiments.

Vesemir pulled on the reins to straighten the horse, and waved his hand, saying:

"Night is not the right time for you to fight. Enough people have died tonight. There is no need for more to die in vain."

Ailin spurred his horse to ride alongside the Witcher Master, glanced at the Guard Knight, and then sighed.

The Witcher Master was right.

Although they had counted carefully, the current formation of the Guard Knight was a third shorter than it had been initially.

That means at least fifty people died in the battle just now.

More than 70% of them died due to the terrain and darkness.

The Guard Knight exchanged glances upon hearing this.

Feeling down.

My comrades-in-arms, with whom I spend every day...

This morning we trained together, complaining about the quartermaster adding water to the milk at breakfast again, and about our comrades having our once-a-year May Festival holiday canceled...

Now, it's gone...

And we'll never see them again...

"Their sacrifice was worthwhile, just, and glorious..." Arthur stared at Vesemir, his face flushed, his voice rising, "They protected their homeland from the monsters, and defended their loved ones and their lord..."

"On the golden oak table of the Golden Oak Kingdom of Cleaver, they will surely be filled with fine wine!"

"They will also be watching over us in God's kingdom, watching our glory and baseness, our cowardice and courage, our victory and defeat..."

"But hiding behind allies and children..."

"Child... "Ailin paused upon hearing the keyword and looked at the Guard Knight.

The "child" in "allies and children" refers to him?

"This is shameful. Our comrades in the Kingdom of God, our Lord, and our loved ones will all be disgraced because of this..."

Vesemir remained silent upon hearing this, but involuntarily sat up straight.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Arthur noticed that Vesemir seemed a little uncomfortable and realized that his tone had been a bit too sharp.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he said:

"Arland is our home, and protecting her is our duty, but you..."

"We are witchers, witchers of the School of the Wolf. We make our living this way." Vesemir smiled helplessly, glancing at Ailin. "Besides, I might not even be able to beat that kid you're talking about..."

Arthur paused upon hearing these words, but his expression remained firm, stubborn, and obstinate.

It seems to be saying...

A child is a child.

Even if he can't win, even if he's a great fighter and strong, he's still just a kid who can fight.

The Guard Knight Arthur behind him also gripped their swords tightly, heads held high, full of fighting spirit.

It seemed as if their comrades were truly watching them from somewhere.

at the same time.

A commotion broke out among the Monster Hunter Army nearby, as Sala urged the soldiers to quickly collect the Specter Oil and not hold their allies back.

Seeing this, Vesemir could only shake his head helplessly:

"There's just no way to deal with you stubborn, tin-can-weary people."

Upon hearing this, the usually aloof Arthur twitched the corner of his mouth and sat proudly on his warhorse.

He seemed ready to drink wine with his fallen comrades at the long golden oak table during the glorious charge.

to be honest.

Arthur's speech, though not entirely rational, was certainly quite persuasive.

Not only were the Guard Knight ready to die, but Vesemir gripped the reins, eager to go.

Even Ailin was getting a little excited by the atmosphere.

I immediately wanted to chop something up.

But just then...

A cool, clear female voice rang out.

"Knight, Witcher..."

"Excuse me... everyone, please make way..."