Tissaia's Gift and Lesson

"Elf..."

Perhaps because of the close relationship between Ailin and Vesemir, or perhaps because Tissaia simply wanted to confide in someone about the confusion weighing on her heart, she did not hide anything:

He said that the Wild Hunt and the Mountain Folk driven to the Blue Mountains by humans were all a kind of elves.

Ailin paused, then frowned.

Did Senne really find reliable literature and evidence to prove it, or was it simply an attempt to deflect blame?

This is a very important question.

Just like the treaty to expel the Evil God, resisting the elves was a consensus among all the nations of the Northern Continent.

While scattered elves are possible across various countries, coastal nations generally adopt a rather lenient attitude towards other species, including elves.

However, the rise of the entire Pokémon community is absolutely not allowed.

Almost all the countries in the Witcher world were taken from the elves by humans.

The Wild Hunt, possessing the power to destroy Ban Ad, has clearly transcended the realm of mere rise.

Once it is indeed confirmed.

The war between Kedwen and Ard will be mediated immediately, and even if Demavend II is unwilling, he will have to turn his guns on the elves deep in the Blue Mountains.

This is detrimental to the School of the Wolf thought in every respect.

"Do you have any evidence?" Ailin asked casually.

"I don't know," Tissaia shook her head. "He just sent me a Magical Message, and Agatha's plea for help came."

"I see." Ailin said thoughtfully.

If it were before today, he might have believed Tissaia's words. After all, so many Wild Hunt died that day, how could there not be a single corpse left?

But he had just acquired the "Conqueror's Armor of the Wild Hunt".

The Conqueror's Armor of the Wild Hunt can be "resurrected" by sacrificing it, which will teleport the host back to Tyr Na'lia.

Even if Hen Gedimidis's magic was powerful back then, with the intensity of Conquest Armor, there were only two possible outcomes—either the Wild Hunt would be reduced to ashes, or they would be teleported back.

Because the Wild Hunt's —that is, Ion El's—true face has no deterrent effect on any creature.

The Wild Hunt that rules and plunders all realms relies on fear.

Therefore, although it is not impossible, the probability of leaving behind a distinctive corpse is extremely low.

Moreover, judging from their titles, those male wizards clearly did not know the Wild Hunt's true identity seven or eight days ago.

Sera's body would inevitably be obliterated under Parnovius's magnificent self-destruction.

Could it be that we rely solely on that Elder Speech?

Although the Elder Speech is said to have been brought to this world by Ion Siddi, tree spirits, mermaids, sea nymphs, and many other intelligent beings from the Conjunction of the Spheres are all users of the Elder Speech.

Judging based on this alone is far too biased.

"However, I think it might really be an elf..." Tissaia's words interrupted his thoughts.

"Why?" Ailin asked, tilting her head in surprise.

"Have you heard the Ithlinne's Prophecy the Prophetess Islin?" Tissaia didn't seem to intend to actually ask him, and instead began to softly chant to herself:

"Know that the Time of Sword and Axe is approaching, and it will be the Era of the Cold Wolf and Blizzard."

"The world will Die in Frost and Reborn Under the New Sun."

"Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch out for the signs!"

"To know what the signs are..."

"First..."

She paused, then her beautiful, dark, deep eyes suddenly looked at Ailin, as if all his thoughts were laid bare before her.

This made him instinctively want to look away, but he managed to resist and meet their gaze.

At the same time, the prophecy that had been echoing in his ears for almost half a year kept replaying in Ailin's mind...

Or perhaps it's a curse...

"Filius Miraculi— the Child of Miracle —was born in a bitter and cold land."

"Death and rebirth, non-human beings bring blood and fire."

"Then..."

Ailin spoke up strangely, ignoring the unusual quiet of the weekend, and echoed Tissaia's tune:

"When Aen Seidhe—blood of the elves—overwhelms the earth, you should all cry out, for the destroyer of the nations will come."

"Your land will be trampled and divided up."

"Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee."

"Bats, owls, and crows will roam your homes, and snakes and insects will make them their nests..."

When Ailin came to his senses, he had already recited half of the prophecy naturally and completely, and he felt exceptionally refreshed.

He looked around.

He thought his voice was so loud, but the Sorceress didn't seem to notice anything amiss. They were still listening to Ianna's instructions, and when they saw Ailin looking over, a few of Sorceress even boldly gave him a flirtatious wink.

Ianna and Vesemir, who was standing right next to her, were completely unaware.

It was as if he hadn't been chanting any prophecy at all, but had simply drifted off into a daze.

In a daze, Ailin looked at Tissaia.

"A little gift, Vesemir's most prized alchemy apprentice." Tissaia blinked her captivating, black-pearl-like eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "And of course, two lessons..."

"The Witcher's School Emblem isn't a panacea, and..." She extended her slender index finger and gently tapped his chest, then gracefully moved it to his forehead, "Mental protection isn't immune to all forms of mind control either."

Sensing the faint scent of ink and books carried on the breeze, Ailin paused, then subconsciously opened the Witcher's Handbook for a quick glance.

Name: Ailin

Age: 14

[Title: Child of Miracle]

[Level: 66]

[HP: 100%, Stamina: 640/640, MP: 800/800]

[Attributes: Strength 70, Agility 61, Constitution 63, Perception 85 (+2), Mysticism 80 (+1)]

Awesome!

A small gift conveyed two senses and a touch of mystery.

No wonder I feel so refreshed.

She truly deserves to be called the most powerful Sorceress in the Northern Continent.

As for those two lessons...

The School Emblem wasn't originally designed to specifically counter powerful sorcerers; it's sufficient for dealing with ordinary male and Sorceress. Moreover, his Wolf Emblem can still grow, though it's unclear what conditions are required, but its future is promising.

However, the fact that the Divine Wall is not a perfect defense against mind control is indeed something to be wary of.

"Back to the main point," Tissaia said. "Have you noticed?"

"What did you find?"

"When many people lowered their guard and thought that Ithlinne was just a vague fraudster and charlatan, the prophecy had already quietly occurred and had been going on for quite some time."

Tissaia's dark eyes looked at Ailin again, but she no longer found that captivating charm in him.

"The Child of Miracle has already been born."

Having anticipated this, Ailin suppressed the turmoil surging within him, feigning normalcy, and exclaimed in surprise, "This... how is this possible?"

"Why not?"

Tissaia smiled helplessly, as if she were instructing a stubborn apprentice.

She explained in detail, "The war between Ard and Ian Siddi ended only thirteen years ago, and Kedwen has been hunting down and killing the elves who have hidden in the deep mountains in recent years."

"The blood of the elves has long since flowed like rivers."

"And now..."

Tissaia looked up at the northeast sky again, muttering to herself as if in a trance:

"The Destroyer of Nations has come, Kedwen is His first target. He killed Kedwen's king, started a war to divide Kedwen, and now He is burning Kedwen's most powerful city, Ban Ade..."

"Your land will be trampled and divided up."

"Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee."

"Kedwen may just be the first unlucky one."

for a long time.

Tissaia snapped out of her reverie and looked directly into Ailin's deep blue Cat Eyes:

"The current turmoil is not accidental, Witcher, this is just the beginning."

"The prophesied endless calamities await fulfillment in the future, and perhaps even the arrival of White Frost will eventually come..."

"Is that why we came here?"

"The Northern Continent needs the Power of Order more than ever, and the Power of Order needs to be maintained."

"For example, the Novigrad Alliance?" Ailin asked.

"Especially the Novigrad Alliance." Tissaia nodded. "The Novigrad Alliance also needs the power of the Witchers, it's just a pity that at that time..."

She didn't continue, because it would be impolite to say anything else.

It's a pity that the Witcher hadn't been created yet... Ailin added to himself.

"Why are you telling me all this? I'm just an ordinary witcher." He couldn't help but ask, "Master Vesemir is more suitable than me..."

"No!" Tissaia shook her head, interrupting him.

"Blue Death, Greater Griffin Slayer, Genius Witcher Alchemist, Savior of Arland, Knight Witcher... Your name is sung throughout the taverns of Aretuza."

"You are the one most suitable to represent the School of the Wolf, to represent the future of Witchers, and besides..."

She raised an eyebrow at Ailin and said meaningfully, "You are Vesemir's alchemy apprentice, so our relationship is even closer."

Ailin was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "So you support Senne's assertion? That the Wild Hunt is an elf?"

Tissaia seemed surprised by his question, and after pondering for a few seconds, she shook her head:

"No, I neither support nor deny it, after all, he hasn't provided any evidence yet."

"Moreover, we all believe that Ben Ade's value lies not in Senne and the Radical Faction he leads, but in Henry Gedimidis."

"Only his wizarding academy is a force capable of negotiating on equal footing with the Northern Continent."

"We... "Ailin's mind raced, realizing that it must be the words he had spoken to Ianna and the Old Duke that had had an effect.

"The Temple of Melitele cares about you more than I thought," Tissaia teased, interrupting his thoughts. "Who can say you aren't the most suitable Witcher to represent the Witcher?"

Ailin looked up and saw Ianna, who had just finished arranging things inside the temple, walking towards them with suspicious eyes, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Consider my words carefully, then take them back to the School of the Wolf and present them to Grandmaster Soyer."

"Smack!"

Tissaia snapped her fingers lightly.

The noise from the outside world suddenly became a few degrees louder.

Ailin's azure Cat Eyes widened slightly; he hadn't even noticed from beginning to end that Tissaia had cast a soundproof barrier.

"Oh, right," Tissaia turned around and asked, "When you see Vesemir, please pass on a few words for me..."

"The things she's been working on are starting to look promising. Send her the message and come to Aretuza as soon as possible."

"I will." Ailin nodded slightly.

Tissaia smiled gently, greeted Ianna gracefully as she approached, and then left with the Sorceress.

"What did she say to you?" Ianna's smiling face turned wary after Tissaia left.

As Ailin watched her graceful figure disappear into the distance, she sighed, "She said the Wild Hunt and the arrival of the Evil God are just the beginning; this world is about to descend into chaos."

Ianna paused, then sighed, "This world has never been at peace..."

She then composed herself and said, "Mason has already gone to mobilize the army, Tissaia will go with them."

"Are we leaving now?"

"Yes," Ianna nodded, "The troop movement takes time, and the march from Arland to the southern foothills of Mahakam also takes time. If we delay any longer, it may be too late. Vesemir told you about the arrangements... um... where is Vesemir?"

"I asked him to help me collect some materials," Ailin said. "I have no objection to the previous arrangements, but I have a few items that I need to craft. They might be able to replace the Dwarven Bomb and destroy the Monster's Nest. Of course, I will still bring the Dwarven Bomb with me."

Is there enough time?

"Some simple alchemical applications will not take much time."

He finished speaking.

Ailin then prepared to take his leave, Vesemir should have prepared the materials by now.

"Ailin!" Ianna suddenly called out to him, "Whatever you plan to do, may Meritellie protect you and bring you back safely!"

Ailin turned around. "You too, Mother Ianna."

May Meritellie protect you and bring you back safely!

Back at the Witcher's residence, the strong, pungent smell of Necrophage Oil wafted from afar.

Honeycomb Bomb are indeed not difficult to make; he made fifteen in an hour.

After testing, its power was good, only slightly weaker than the Dwarven Bomb, and it could be replaced by quantity.

After arranging to meet Vesemir in the woods behind Moin Village, he instructed him to bring ten bombs and Necrophage Oil to catch up with the main force.

Afterwards, Ailin comforted the young witcher who felt abandoned in the temple once again.

"Bang!"

The door was closed, shutting out the stench of the Necrophage Oil and the tense atmosphere of wartime.

Ailin glanced at the empty room and let out a long sigh.

"Only the Essence Fluid remains..."

He opened the Witcher's Handbook.

[Inventory: Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid *1, Giant Ghoul's Heart Essence Fluid *7, Rotfiend's Heart Essence Fluid *33]

The giant Necrophage Oil increases strength and physique; Vesemir's perception is nearing its limit, but he can actually use it.

But before the last ambush of Vilgefortz, Vesemir had taken too long to adapt to the Essence Fluid and Purification Spirit.

We'll be facing the Evil God soon, and an unsuitable body is fatal for a witcher. Let's wait until this incident is over before making a decision.

"The question now is which Essence Fluid to use..."

He switched to his Personal Panel.

[Affinity: Water 13 (Magic Source - Water 3%), Earth 13 (Magic Source - Earth 3%), Wind 10 (Magic Source - Wind 0%), Fire 8, Space 2]

"My Elemental Affinity is still two points short. I wonder if anything will happen when all four elemental affinities are over ten..."

He took a deep breath and made a decision.

[Use Spiked Fiend's Heart Essence Fluid *1?]