Return of the Victor

[Monster "Drowner King" Lv26 Defeated!]

[Reward Settlement: Overcoming the Enemy, Base Rating D, Level Advantage Kill +3—C, Decapitation Deterrence +3—B, Main Quest +3—A, Outnumbered Victory +3—S,]

[Final Rating: S (Rewards *3)]

[Loot Obtained: Drowner Heart Essence Fluid *3, Experience Orb *45, Drowner King's Treasure Chest *18, Drowner Heart Essence Fluid *48, ...]

[Main Quest Complete: Visitor from Another Realm (Defeat Monster Drowner King 1/1)]

[Reward Obtained: Conjunction of the Spheres]

After many days, Ailin once again felt that sensation of the school bell ringing in his mind.

Fortunately, this time he didn't fall onto the monster's foul-smelling corpse.

The Witcher apprentice opened his eyes and saw Vesemir looking at him with a worried expression.

In a daze, Ailin suddenly realized that he had only been in this world for a little over ten days.

Fighting and killing every day, with the threat of death hanging over his head, he felt as if he had been struggling to survive in the Witcher world for several years.

"Ailin, are you alright?" Vesemir gently patted his shoulder.

The Witcher apprentice shook his head and stood up.

"Don't worry, Witcher Master, I'm fine."

The Witcher Master hesitated for a few seconds upon hearing this, then suddenly said:

"All the experimental records related to the Witcher's Eye are with Lady Vesemir."

"Although I haven't seen those records, such powerful abilities usually come with severe consequences."

"If you can avoid using it, don't use it in the future."

Ailin could feel the concern in Vesemir's tone, and his heart warmed. He nodded:

"Don't worry, Witcher Master, I understand."

Vesemir nodded, then turned to look at the Drowner King's massive corpse, sighing:

"Ailin, perhaps I can now call you a Witcher Master."

The Witcher apprentice also followed Vesemir's gaze.

Even in death, the oppressive aura around the Drowner King had not dissipated.

The headless corpse lay there, like a small blue mountain.

As Ailin approached the Drowner King, he felt the surrounding air gradually begin to thicken.

Feeling the increasing pressure around him, Ailin couldn't help but exclaim:

"Chaos Magic truly favors monsters!"

"Not all monsters are favored like this," Vesemir paused, then added, "Among the large monsters I've encountered, very few have received such favor."

Without waiting for Ailin to speak, Vesemir looked him seriously in the eyes and continued:

"Ailin, perhaps you don't realize it yet, but this is a miracle."

"There are Witcher Masters in this world who can hunt dragons and higher vampires, but there has never been a Witcher apprentice like you who can be considered a master without completing all the trials."

Hearing Vesemir's感慨, Ailin said humbly:

"I am not a master, everything is thanks to your..."

"No need to be humble, Ailin," Vesemir interrupted, "I know very well my role in this battle. If it weren't for your final blow, I would have been defeated before sunset."

The honor of hunting monsters was crucial for Witchers.

This large monster was not killed by Vesemir, and no matter how strong the monster was, Vesemir was unwilling to claim credit falsely.

Seeing this, Ailin didn't want to argue with Vesemir about it any further.

He looked at the massive mountain of flesh before him and changed the subject:

"Witcher Master, how should we handle this monster?"

"I haven't seen this kind of monster before either," Vesemir also felt a headache, "Why don't we drag it all back?"

Ailin looked at the mountain-like corpse in confusion and muttered:

"Drag it all back?"

"How do we drag it?"

About half an hour later.

Ailin held the Drowner King's head and followed behind the Witcher Master.

Vesemir's massive shadow, carrying the Drowner King's corpse, enveloped a large area around the Witcher apprentice.

Ailin, completely covered by the shadow, still found it hard to believe.

On one hand, it was because Vesemir had easily lifted the corpse, which weighed at least a ton.

On the other hand, there was curiosity.

What kind of monster could kill such a powerful Witcher with a pitchfork?

Although Ailin and Vesemir had escaped the pursuit of the Drowner pack in the afternoon and accomplished the amazing feat of hunting the large monster, the Drowner King.

However, neither of these two events took much time.

When they returned to Kaer Morhen, it was around three or four in the afternoon.

The winter sun was not glaringly red, casting large shadows on the ancient castle.

At this time, there weren't many people in Kaer Morhen.

Given the physique of Witchers, banquets that started at noon were often just getting to the most exciting part, when they were drinking heartily.

So, when the two of them stepped through the castle gates, they weren't mobbed by many Witchers.

But once they were seen, they never left.

Curious, shocked, and clamoring...

The noisy sounds attracted more curious Witchers.

It wasn't until an old friend of Vesemir's pushed through the crowd that things quieted down.

"Vesemir, what the hell is this? Didn't you take our Drowner Killer to hunt Drowners?"

Witcher Dante, holding a jug of wine, reeked of alcohol as soon as he spoke.

"Show some respect, you should call Ailin Witcher Master now," Vesemir's muffled voice came from beneath the corpse.

"What?"

Dante rubbed his face, thinking he had misheard.

"Bang!"

Vesemir threw the corpse onto the ground and said loudly:

"I said, you should call Ailin Witcher Master now."

Seeing the surrounding Witchers looking confused, Vesemir sighed and added:

"Ailin hunted this large monster."

"Crack!"

Witcher Dante was so shocked that he crushed the wine jug in his hand, and the clear aroma of wine instantly filled the air.

After a few seconds of silence from the onlookers, the clamor erupted throughout Kaer Morhen.

Most Witchers knew Vesemir's character.

Like the Chapter Master, he was a man who valued honor and would never lie about the ownership of a kill.

From the size of this unknown monster, it could also be confirmed that this was a true large monster.

Moreover, any Witcher with a bit of experience could tell from the oppressive aura emanating from the corpse that even among large monsters, this one was not among the weakest.

But.

How was this possible?

Since when could even Witcher apprentices hunt large monsters?

This was too fantastical!

Dante opened his mouth, his gaze falling on the Witcher apprentice who was covering himself with the Drowner King's head.

"Ailin... How did you do it?"

"The Witcher's Eye, Dante, Ailin has the Witcher's Eye."

"He's a born Witcher!"

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