Has Kedwen Been Destroyed?!!!

"Sa~Sa~"

Ernie, Klar, and the other young witchers were all cleaning up the debris in the room.

Although the School of the Wolf's witchers were guests, they had just broken the host's bed, so they were naturally embarrassed to actually treat the priest apprentices as servants.

"Shh~"

Having just acquired new powers, the Witcher, while tidying up the room, made an exceptionally loud noise.

"This isn't the place to talk business," Ailin glanced at the dust that had been swept away in the room, and said to Vesemir and Nannick, who had started but didn't continue, "Let's go to my room."

Nannick nodded.

The three of them left Kray's room and walked down the dimly lit corridor.

The creaking of the old wooden planks added a somber atmosphere to the three people's interactions.

Ailin walked ahead, glancing at Nannick, while pondering Nannick's intentions.

Regarding Ban Adler and Kedwen...

His first thought was that something had happened to the cooperation between Senne and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate.

Or perhaps the kings of the Northern Continent have made some initial decisions regarding their attitude towards Ban Ade, and the Temple of Melitele might need to express its stance in advance, but it hasn't yet...

"Sizzle—"

The corridor of the Wooden Hut was not long, and soon a wooden door appeared, interrupting his thoughts.

Open the door... Close the door...

The noise made by the young witcher was immediately shut out.

The hut is a temporary dwelling, just a place to sleep at night; there are no proper cups or wine glasses for entertaining guests.

Fortunately, Nannick was a frequent visitor and could be considered the true owner of the place. Ailin didn't stand on ceremony and poured water for him. As soon as he entered the room, he said, "I haven't decided yet on the temple's stance regarding the original owner of Ban Ade and the matter of Heng Gedimidis..."

"It's not that matter..." Nannick listened for a while, then waved his hand, "Besides, right now... no... recently, the kings probably don't have the energy to pay attention to Ban Ade's affairs."

Um?

Are the kings too busy to spare any attention? What could be more serious than the Wild Hunt's arrival?

Upon hearing this, Ailin and Vesemir exchanged bewildered glances.

Nannick didn't keep them in suspense. After thanking Ailin for bringing him a chair and sitting down, he said solemnly:

"Kedwen... may be doomed..."

"Kedwen? Destroy the kingdom?" Vesemir murmured, exchanging a blank glance with Ailin.

Ailin's expression was exactly the same, equally bewildered.

Has Kedwen ever lost his kingdom?

In my past life, when I was playing games and reading the original novel, how come I didn't notice this...?

oh...

Kedwen did indeed lose its kingdom, but wasn't that a century later, during the Third War in the North?

While Kedwen was engaged in a fierce battle with Nilfgaard, the bald-headed King Radovid V of Riedania launched a surprise attack and swiftly annexed his ally, Kedwen.

But before this, Kedwen had lost his kingdom.

While Ailin was still bewildered that "this part wasn't written in the history books," Vesemir was much more agitated.

"Click—"

Realizing what Nannick was saying, the Witcher Master, who was about to sit down, staggered back two steps.

The wooden stool made an unpleasant scraping sound on the floor.

"Priestess Nannick ... what... what is going on?" After regaining his senses, Vesemir took a step and stood in front of Nannick, his face flushed red, his tone anxious and incredulous, even stuttering.

"Kedwen... how could the Kingdom of Kedwen have suddenly been destroyed?"

The word "annihilation of a nation" is so unfamiliar; it's been so long since I've heard it.

Nannick didn't mind Vesemir's extremely impolite, almost accusatory tone, and reassured him:

"It's only a possibility now, but the news came from Ban Ade."

"Ban Ade, is that Senne?" Ailin frowned.

"No," Nannick shook his head. "The source is Redania; they have spies in Ban Ade."

Seeing that Vesemir was so anxious that the veins on his forehead were bulging, she didn't bother to hide anything and said directly:

"The gist of what he said was this: 'These past few days, Senne seems to have been particularly focused on the war between Kedwen and Ard, due to some kind of provocation. Under the threat of the Wild Hunt, he has sent quite a few people to Ad Kale to gather information, and then...'"

Nannick paused for a moment and looked at Vesemir:

"Yesterday during the day, the wizard who went to investigate returned, and then a violent explosion came from the tower in Senne, but no enemies attacked."

"Afterwards, Senne didn't disturb anyone, he just had his apprentices clean up some trash from his tower. The spy found Senne's favorite painting, ' The City of a Thousand Towers, ' in the trash."

"In the afternoon, in the underground library of Ben Ade, Senne got into an argument with the people of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate."

"The sorcerer of Riesberg mentioned the fall of Ad Kalai."

"What's next?" Ailin waited for a while but Nannick didn't continue.

"That's all." Nannick shook his head. "This is all the information the Riedania spies found out, or perhaps Riedania's Radovid IV was only willing to share this much information. At least, this is all the information that was presented at the meeting."

The cabin was quiet for a while.

The setting sun cast its golden rays through the wide-open windows, illuminating the wooden table.

The carved pattern of a woman breastfeeding a baby on the wooden table was edged with gold.

Vesemir stood by the table, frowning, seemingly trying to process the astonishing news, or perhaps trying to find some missing piece.

Bathed in the setting sun, Ailin lowered his head in contemplation, pondering the fall of Kedwen, how Ben Ade and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate would react, and what impact it would have on the School of the Wolf.

Nannick didn't rush to speak or leave.

She knew this astonishing news would take a long time for anyone to process, especially for the School of the Wolf, whose castle stood in Kedwen.

Having heard about the feud between the School of the Wolf and the Kedwen royal family, she was also curious about how Ailin and Vesemir would react.

"Wait a minute~" Vesemir's eyebrows were almost furrowed in anger as he suddenly spoke up, "How could news of Ad Kale's fall be kept secret?"

"Both the Kedwen and Ard sides should be able to get some relief..."

"What we can't have," Nannick said quickly, "After the Wild Hunt destroyed Ban Ade, Senne withdrew all the wizards from the front lines and from Ade Kale's court..."

"Huh?" Ailin looked at Nannick incredulously. "Did they withdraw all the male wizards from the front lines during the war?"

What kind of outrageous, incompetent teammate's actions are these?

Did the new King Kedwen of Adcalle not go mad because of this?

If it were him, Ard would have taken care of Ban Ade and his gang of hindrances first.

Nannick nodded in agreement, saying, "The kings also believe that perhaps it was because Senne withdrew the wizards from the front lines that led to this disastrous defeat."

"Isn't King Rado of Kedwen reacting at all?" Ailin couldn't help but ask.

Nannick reached out and tucked a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind. "I don't know. After Ban Ad removed all the male witches, Ad Kalai is now an isolated island to the outside world."

"Everyone else was also very curious as to why Rado actually let Senne withdraw the wizard."

"But kings, or rather nobles, because of their close-kin marriages and children, generally behave... uh..."

Nannick paused, seemingly considering a more appropriate word.

"It's hard to predict?" Ailin replied.

"That's right," Nannick nodded. "So it's not surprising that Rado would do anything, but logically speaking, Senne must have convinced Rado for some reason back then."

"Otherwise, Ban Ad or Senne wouldn't have the ability to make all the male wizards disobey military orders."

"Perhaps it was because the situation on the battlefield at that time was just right, and the Wild Hunt, which suddenly appeared in Kedwen and posed a great threat, even capable of easily destroying the city, made Rado feel threatened."

The situation on the battlefield is just right...

Upon hearing this, Ailin was suddenly moved and lowered his head in deep thought.

At that time, the front lines of the battles in Kedwen and Ard seemed to be truly due to...

Greater Griffin!!!

Ailin looked up abruptly, his gaze meeting Vesemir's horrified, dark golden Cat Eyes.

Some time ago, they subdued Greater Griffin that had been harassing Vengerberg for nearly a month, from the Adria Mountains near Vengerberg.

At that time, Ard had the upper hand on the battlefield.

With its logistics disrupted, Ard, who is in charge of the frontline battle, will certainly slow down its pace.

Etc!

The day Ben Ade was attacked by the Wild Hunt was also the day Vilgefortz used the Shapeshifting Sealing Charm to attack Ernie and Klar...

Time is running out!

It's possible that Senne made this decision after hearing the news brought by Vilgefortz.

It matches! It matches!

Now that you mention it...

Vesemir looked at Ailin in shock. Could the root cause of Kedwen's destruction be our School of the Wolf?!

Stared at by Vesemir's horrified gaze, Ailin couldn't help but look away, his shock no less than Vesemir's.

Although he has changed the storylines of the original books and games quite a bit in the past, such as Francesca and her daughter, and the timing of the Wild Hunt's appearance...

His wish was even to avert the destruction of Kaer Morhen and revive the School of the Wolf.

But... but those are stories that didn't appear in the original work, hidden behind the characters.

However, Kedwen will truly play a very important role in the future changes across the entire Northern Continent, and if you look closely, his role is only slightly less significant than that of Temeria and Redania...

He... he just ruined it all?

But when he intervened in the attack on Vengerberg by the Greater Griffin, he only intended to keep the stalemate Kedwen and Ard going, never expecting to destroy Kedwen...

"What's going on?" Nannick frowned when he saw the drastic change in Vesemir and Ailin's expressions, their moods shifting unpredictably. "Could it be... that the war between Kedwen and Ard is related to you?"

The moment Nannick uttered those words, the expressions of the two witchers froze.

Four eyes, rolling around in their sockets.

Although they had a good relationship with Nannick, the fact that a country perished because of them was not a responsibility they could bear.

Moreover, the potential consequences are already swirling in my mind.

Before things are clear, of course no one else can know.

"How could that be?"

However, before they could figure out how to cover it up, Nannick chuckled and shook his head, dismissing his own "brilliant idea."

Vesemir is indeed a powerful Witcher Master of the School of the Wolf, and Ailin has already performed astonishing feats even after just passing the trials.

How could the individual strength of just two demon hunters possibly lead to the destruction of a behemoth that had dominated the Northern Continent for hundreds of years in a single night?

She no longer looks down on witchers.

On the contrary, she greatly respected the heroes of the School of the Wolf who sacrificed themselves to drive away monsters for humanity.

But witchers and the fall of a kingdom are not the same thing.

"Yes, how could that be..."

"Priestess Nannick, you really overestimate us. You've given us quite a fright..."

The two Witcher Master used the best acting skills of their lives to cover up the incident.

"By the way, if we can't get any information from Ad Kale, what about Ard?" Vesemir changed the subject.

At this moment, when Ailin heard Vesemir mention Ard, he also suddenly perked up his ears.

He suddenly realized that while others might not know that they had subdued the Greater Griffin, those in Ard who knew their whereabouts would surely be able to guess the truth.

After all, with their arrival, the Greater Griffin that attacked Vengerberg was gone.

Before leaving, Ard's spies even found the tavern where they were staying, and may have even witnessed the Greater Griffin taking flight.

With the kingdom of Kedwen on the verge of destruction, they were not afraid of the attacks from Ban Aard or even from the Kedwen nobles.

The story of the School of the Wolf, the male wizards, and the Kedwen nobles is known worldwide.

No one will believe that Senne and his ilk are trying to use this excuse to shirk their responsibility. At least even if it really happened, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But if news also comes from Ard, and they verify it with each other, then things will become very complicated.

"Same," Nannick shook his head, "Because of the wizards' betrayal, Ard expelled all the notorious wizards from the country long ago..."

"And what about the witch?" Vesemir asked hastily.

"Ard has always been the territory of sorcerers." Nannick glanced at him inexplicably and stated a fact that everyone knew, "But Tissaia de Veris promised to look into it."

"But according to her, Ard's aversion to sorcerers is now even greater than when the war was first launched, and it may take a long time."

After Nannick finished speaking, seeing that both witchers were thinking with their heads down, he stood up, leaning on the table for support.

"That's all I have to say. I'll let you know when I get news from Ms. Tissaia de Veres. Now..."

She raised her hand to stop the two witchers from seeing her off. "I think you need some time to think it over..."

"Thank you, Priestess Nannick."

"Nannick, thank you."

The two witchers got up and escorted Nannick out of the cabin.

Shasha~

Ernie, Klar, and the others were still cleaning their house, occasionally making noises of running and playing.

Ailin and Vesemir watched Nannick's figure disappear from sight, then silently gazed at the sky for a very long time.

until...

"Shouldn't we inform the school of this news as soon as possible?" Ailin suddenly asked.

"Know what?" Vesemir glanced at Ailin, a wry smile on his face. "Know that we let Kedwen?"

Ailin stopped talking and looked up to continue watching the sunset.

The sunset painted the sky a deep red.

The scorching sun, losing its intense heat, had to slowly, inch by inch, sink below the horizon.

"The sun has really set..."

Vesemir sighed softly.