Child of Miracle, Prove It to Me!

Rather than saying I was completely unmoved, it's more accurate to say I was well-prepared.

Since the Wild Hunt planted something before self-destructing, there must be someone who retrieved it; it's just that the timing of their arrival differs.

Several people in the know had anticipated this, otherwise the Radical Faction wouldn't have moved all of them to the underground library.

You should know...

The faction that attempted to lead Ban Ade, but instead cowered underground, was highly detrimental to the Radical Faction' control of the college's discourse.

However, compared to the faction members who have already suffered relatively few losses, losing a little bit of influence is just that—losing a little bit.

It was a choice that had to be made.

Upon hearing that the Wild Hunt, the sword of Damocles that had been hanging over their heads for so long, had finally fallen, Miguel and Senne breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lian!" Senne summoned a wizard and whispered a few words to him.

"Yes, Lord Senne." Lian nodded and hurriedly left.

Miguel and Senne then summoned a few more people, and the sofa in the corner of the library soon became bustling with people before quickly becoming deserted again.

Vilgefortz sipped his tea with his head down, but his eyes were still observing from the corner of his eye.

Although Senne and Miguel appeared relaxed and methodical in their arrangements, he could tell that they had both anticipated the Wild Hunt's arrival.

Upon hearing that an unknown number of Wild Hunt members, capable of destroying cities and generally consumed by rage over the theft, were in the Passerlon Forest not far from Ban Ad, Ban Ad still couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

After all the tasks were arranged, only the three of them remained in the library.

An unavoidable, oppressive silence fell around the sofa.

"Bang!"

Miguel slammed his fist on the armrest of the sofa.

The exquisite leather armrest has a large dent in it.

"Those cunning Long-ears beasts!" he cursed through gritted teeth.

"It's alright..." Senne waved his hand. "We were prepared long ago, weren't we? The reason those monsters caused such destruction was simply because of their incredibly powerful magic and the fact that they were flying high in the sky, making it difficult for Ban Ad to retaliate..."

"Amazingly powerful magic..." Vilgefortz found it somewhat amusing. When did it become the turn of Ban Ade, from the most powerful magic academy on the Northern Continent, to complain about the strength of the enemy's magic?

However, upon reflection, they recalled how a single Wild Hunt in the Passerlon Forest nearly wiped them out using only Fireball.

Vilgefortz was somewhat lost in thought, and the fake smile on his face faded considerably.

"Don't worry," Senne suddenly patted his shoulder, "Since we knew this would happen, we were naturally prepared."

"If the Wild Hunt hadn't attacked so suddenly, Ban Ad would never have suffered such serious injuries."

He finished speaking.

Senne watched as Vilgefortz paused for a second, seemingly weighing something, before adding, "A few days ago, we reached an agreement with Otolan of the Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative. They will help us if the Wild Hunt attacks again."

"The Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative?" Vilgefortz asked in surprise.

This is one of the five members of the Talent and Skill Association, on par with Hen Gedimidis, and is part of the Otolan faction, which engages in the research and production of biological mutations.

The Youth Potion that swept through the wizarding world of the entire Northern Continent was produced by the Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative.

To Vilgefortz's surprise, this organization Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative, which has always prioritized profit, would not do something as thankless as helping Ban Ad fight the Wild Hunt.

Senne seemed pleased with Vilgefortz's surprise and said meaningfully, "What is a disaster in the eyes of some may be a fortune in the eyes of others."

"The Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative is very interested in the Wild Hunt. They want to capture a live one for research, and of course, there are some other benefits involved."

"And then there are the preparations within the academy..."

"The Wild Hunt are nothing but a bunch of Wild Hunt who only know how to hide in the sky and launch sneak attacks..."

Senne waved his hand dismissively, as if shaking off dust from his hands.

"The Wild Hunt might not necessarily attack Ban Ad again," Miguel said. "Regardless of when that person named Eredin Brick Glass mentioned about the soul being reincarnated twice, it won't be now..."

"Miguel, you can't be so naive as to believe the words of an unknown monster," Senne interrupted, sounding slightly impatient.

Miguel opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly, and remained silent.

It seems there are problems even within the Radical Faction... Vilgefortz thought.

That makes sense, though. Miguel led his team to lose so many key members of the Radical Faction, and even because of Quinn's death, Senne had to take the risk of kidnapping Henry Gedimidis. How could he not be dissatisfied at all?

"Are the Wild Hunt elves?" Seeing the atmosphere become heavy again, Vilgefortz changed the subject. "I've heard rumors circulating in the academy..."

"If it were anyone else, I would certainly say yes," Senne said without hesitation. "The Wild Hunt must, absolutely must, be those Long-ears hiding deep in the Blue Mountains. But for you, Vilgefortz, I certainly wouldn't say that..."

Vilgefortz smiled knowingly, seemingly pleased with Senne's words.

"I'm not so sure." Senne stood up from the sofa, frowning.

"Lian, the one who just left that wizard, the one who escaped from those two Wild Hunt. He told me that he saw the Wild Hunt take off his mask, and he looked exactly like an elf."

"Then why can't we be sure yet?" Vilgefortz asked curiously.

Senne shook his head. "Because he saw it vaguely in the dark, he could only conclude that the appearance of the dead that the Wild Hunt was showing was indeed a mask."

"There may be Long-ears under the mask, but dwarves also have Long-ears, as do tree spirits, sirens... just in Northern Faro, one can list many creatures with elven features."

"More importantly..."

He paused, then turned to look at Vilgefortz.

"If elves had the ability of the Wild Hunt, they wouldn't have been driven into the deep mountains by humans," Vilgefortz added.

"Most people, including myself, actually think this way, and it's really hard to explain." Senne nodded. "If the elves have such abilities and such people, why didn't they use them when their kingdom was destroyed? Why were they marginalized and on the verge of extinction?"

"But those Long-ears must know something," Miguel gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "Otherwise, the Conjunction of the Spheres, the killing of the king, the human civil war, the Wild Hunt ... all these interconnected events couldn't have been planned so perfectly!"

Vilgefortz raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"That's true." Senne nodded slightly. "I told the Dean a long time ago that we should get rid of those damn Long-ears completely... Oh, right..."

After a string of complaints, he suddenly looked at Vilgefortz.

"Once the recent troubles subside and the kings realize the importance of Ban Ade to the Northern Continent, the academy plans to launch a war of revenge against the elves. Would you like to join?"

At this time?

To declare war on the spirits hidden deep in the mountains and forests?

The war between Kedwen and Ard is not over yet!

Vilgefortz was genuinely stunned, but then he saw Senne's eyes staring at him, as if trying to read something from his face. His heart tightened, and he quickly composed himself.

"Of course, I will follow the academy's arrangements."

Senne nodded in satisfaction. "Don't worry, you'll be the commander-in-chief then, and I'll arrange the most elite soldiers for you."

Vilgefortz did not understand the ideas of the Radical Faction.

Why start another large-scale war before the first one has ended?

Ban Ad is now half-dead himself.

Although the elves were barely clinging to life, sending troops deep into the Blue Mountains to fight on their home turf was something even a wizard who knew nothing about military affairs knew was unreliable.

Besides, how can we guarantee that the Wild Hunt won't suddenly unleash a few more master-level spells on Ben Aard while we're fighting the elves?

certainly.

Vilgefortz didn't show it on his face, but listened attentively to Senne's flawed plan while nodding in approval and agreement.

At the same time, I was thinking to myself why the Radical Faction would make such an obviously bad move.

until...

"Buzz—"

The library door made a series of strange noises, interrupting the three people's conversation.

Vilgefortz guessed that the men Senne had sent out would return with a report, so he got up to take his leave.

Senne and Miguel also got up to see them off, and as they reached the door, several other male wizards, who were also from the Radical Faction, walked towards them.

They seemed about to say something when they saw Senne and Miguel, but then they shut their mouths when they saw Vilgefortz.

"That's right!"

After seeing Vilgefortz out of the library, Senne suddenly spoke up, seemingly casually. "For the sake of the academy's stability, don't mention the Wild Hunt to other wizards."

"That's from..." Vilgefortz hadn't planned to tell anyone else and was about to casually agree.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.

Etc!

Such a major event as the Wild Hunt attack would inevitably require the mobilization of the entire Academy's resources, even with the assistance of the Riesberg Group Civil Cooperative.

It seemed that Senne had no intention of informing other factions, or even the neutral factions, of this news...

What does he want to do?

Vilgefortz's eyes sparkled.

Through the wide-open brass door, dozens of Radical Faction male wizards seemed to be glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally, their eyes filled with doubt, wariness, and resistance...

They exchanged glances, seemingly wondering why he, an outsider, was in the library, the heart of the radical Radical Faction.

It was at this very moment.

Vilgefortz suddenly realized a problem.

He is an outsider.

As an outsider, he seemed to know far too much.

"What's wrong, Vilgefortz?" Senne's calm voice abruptly interrupted his thoughts.

Vilgefortz looked over and met Senne's suspicious gaze.

From inside the brass door, even more gazes were directed at us.

"I suddenly remembered something," Vilgefortz said without panic. "I'm not sure if it's true, it hasn't been verified yet, but I've thought about it and I think I should let you know as soon as possible."

Senne and Miguel exchanged a puzzled look. "What is it?"

"Another great calamity has struck Arland. Followers of the Evil God god are setting up Summoning Ritual in the Mahakam Mountains, summoning evil..."

"The Evil God has been summoned?" Senne and Miguel's expressions changed drastically.

Every time Evil God descends, it is a major event affecting the entire Northern Continent. For Ban Ade, who was already facing the Wild Hunt disaster, or more accurately, for his Radical Faction, it was a catastrophe.

Whether it's the beast tide brought by the Evil God affecting Kedwen, or the demands imposed by the kings of the Northern Continent, both will greatly weaken Ban Aard's strength, not to mention the Wild Hunt's ever-present threat.

"Such a big thing, why didn't our class's Ade..."

Senne paused for a moment.

Clearly, he had figured out the reason.

Vilgefortz continued, "The Evil God was banished. Lady Tissaia de Veris led the Sorceress of Aretuza to provide support. Together with the nobles of Arland, the priests of the Temple of Melitele, and two witchers from the School of the Wolf, they banished the Evil God."

"I've been expelled..." Senne breathed a sigh of relief, but then a question came to mind.

Now that the Evil God has been banished, what does it have to do with their Ban Ade?

"The key is not the Evil God," Vilgefortz shook his head in the face of the gazes of the two Senne and Miguel. "A Sorceress from Aretuza told Sadia that the Witchers of the School of the Wolf have tamed a Greater Griffin."

"Impossible," Miguel shook his head repeatedly. "I've never heard of anyone being able to tame Greater Griffin, not even an ordinary one. How could a crude, sword-wielding witcher possibly do something even a warlock can't do..."

"Shut up, Miguel, let Vilgefortz continue," Senne said, frowning as he stared into Vilgefortz ' eyes. "While the fact that a Witcher has subdued Greater Griffin is certainly extraordinary, it's not something a Source of Magic would tell me at a time like this."

Senne's tone was somewhat impolite.

However, this bluntness wasn't directed at Vilgefortz, but rather a subconscious expression of his disbelief in his own guess.

"That's right."

Vilgefortz nodded. "The key is not the Greater Griffin, but the person who tamed Greater Griffin."

"The Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf Vesemir and Ailin, were the two Witchers I hunted down before," he paused and emphasized, "The two Witchers I hunted down in Ard, who tamed the Greater Griffin."

Before Miguel could react, Senne's expression had already changed drastically.

You mean it?!

Senne walked up to Vilgefortz in a few steps, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes bloodshot, staring straight at him.

Vilgefortz was not intimidated by Senne's appearance, or rather, he had expected it.

He wouldn't have revealed this information if his own safety hadn't been threatened.

"At least that's the information I have, and..." Vilgefortz paused, "He nodded, "This isn't hard to verify. The nobles of Arland, the priests of the Temple of Melitele, and most of the mid- and high-ranking Sorceress of Aretuza all know..."

Before Vilgefortz could finish speaking, Senne, without even saying hello, turned and rushed into the library, shouting anxiously:

"Get me to Tissaia de Veres of Aretuza immediately..."

"Etc..."

"Where are the battle reports from the front lines in Kedwen and Ard? Where are they?"

The wizards were shocked by Senne's sudden, seemingly insane behavior, and replied blankly, "There have been no battle reports since the wizards withdrew a week ago..."

"Go investigate immediately!"

"Bang!"

The brass door slowly closed, shutting out the chaos and turmoil within the library.

"What... what happened?"

Miguel stared blankly at the brass door, still unaware of what had happened.

"There must be trouble at the front," Vilgefortz sighed with a sorrowful tone. "Lord Miguel, I will not disturb you any longer and will take my leave now."

"I'm sorry, Senne ..."

"It's alright, I understand." Vilgefortz nodded to him, then watched him enter the library before leaving.

"Da da da~"

Footsteps were heard.

One by one, the wall lamps lit up, spiraling upwards and downwards like a coiled snake.

Vilgefortz stood in the middle of the winding snake, but then thought that it seemed closer to the exit.

He stood at the heart of the serpent, his heart filled with indescribable excitement and agitation, his blood seemingly boiling.

"Child of Miracle, prove to me once again that you truly can create miracles!"