Leech Transfiguration Spell

"Ugh~"

The Witcher apprentice held onto a larch, clutching his stomach as he retched continuously.

He had been quite looking forward to this portal journey.

Before entering the portal, he deliberately widened his eyes, afraid of missing any magnificent scenery.

As a result, once inside, the world turned upside down.

Vision, smell, touch, magic perception.

Each sense fed back a sense of spatial awareness to Ailin, but each sense reported a different space.

Vision told him he was going straight, but his sense of smell felt like he was taking a detour.

The wind direction perceived by touch warned him that he was actually upside down…

This made the Witcher apprentice extremely uncomfortable, leaving him no energy to carefully appreciate and observe the scenery within the portal.

"Here."

The Sorceress handed him a bottle of emerald-green potion.

"Thank you."

Ailin didn't think too much about it and drank it down in one gulp.

The moment the potion went down his throat, the disorientation in his senses was restored.

Looking at the ornate bottle, Ailin wisely refrained from asking about its price and thanked her again.

The Sorceress shook her head, saying nothing.

After recovering from his discomfort, the Witcher apprentice looked up and surveyed his surroundings.

The lake reflected the sky and clouds, a gentle cool breeze blew, and there were green plants.

This was Killer Lake.

But there were no bodies strewn everywhere as he had imagined.

"The other side I went to earlier," Vesemir said, seeing the Witcher apprentice's thoughts, "there aren't many Drowners left there. You can just do your experiment here."

"You… you killed so many Drowners there, was that alright?" Ailin couldn't help but ask.

"I didn't kill that Cyclops. It was just a few Drowners."

The Sorceress's casual remark made the Witcher apprentice swallow.

Just a few Drowners?

The pile of bones there probably numbered a thousand!

Is this the legendary Crimson Fox?

Ailin marveled inwardly, but his face remained expressionless.

He took out the Drowner Whistle he had just made and shook it gently.

"Gwala~ Gwala~"

It was only when Ailin used the Drowner Whistle this time that he realized the bait whistle sounded very much like the call of a Drowner King.

But yesterday, the Drowner King hadn't shown the ability to call its companions like this.

Strange!

Putting away the Drowner Whistle, Ailin stood still, waiting with the Sorceress.

After about two minutes, the lake surface "stirred."

The emerald-green mirror surface suddenly rippled like yesterday, approaching Ailin and the others in circles from a great distance.

"Lady Vesemir, are those ripples Drowners?" Ailin pointed to the ripples.

Vesemir nodded and continued to watch.

Ailin scratched his head.

He had seen the effect of the Drowner Whistle. Shouldn't they leave now?

"Lady Vesemir, shouldn't we…"

"Yesterday, it was these Drowners that chased you and nearly cost you your life?" Vesemir looked at Ailin with a blank expression.

The Witcher apprentice froze for a moment and nodded.

At this moment, the lake surface, which had been as calm as a mirror, was now covered with bright red fins.

Although there seemed to be fewer than yesterday, it was clearly not something Ailin could handle.

However, the Witcher apprentice didn't try to persuade her any further. Vesemir's intention was clear: she didn't want to leave now.

He just didn't know what she intended to do.

Could it be for me?

Ailin shook his head, dismissing the absurd thought, and mocked himself.

"How narcissistic would you have to be to think that?"

The first Drowner had already stepped onto the grass at the water's edge.

It was only twenty or thirty meters from where Vesemir and Ailin stood.

If it had been yesterday, there might not have been enough time to escape.

But Vesemir remained still, as if waiting for something.

"Clang—"

Seeing the Drowner approaching, Ailin couldn't help but draw Elsa.

Vesemir tilted her head slightly, a faint smile touching her lips, and said:

"Watch closely, Ailin, this is true Alchemy!"

"Snap!"

With a snap of her fingers.

A bottle of blood-red potion suddenly appeared in the Sorceress's left hand.

Ignoring the hideous face of the Drowner up close.

Vesemir removed the stopper from the clear crystal bottle, her soft red lips parting slightly.

She then blew gently.

The red liquid in the bottle vanished instantly, and a mass of dense red mist suddenly enveloped the Sorceress.

From a distance, it looked like a fluffy red fox.

But in moments, the red mist was blown towards Killer Lake.

It was only then that Ailin understood what the Sorceress had been waiting for.

He also saw the boundary line at the end of the surging tide of Drowners.

The Sorceress intended to catch them all in one go.

"Swish—swish—"

The sound of the autumn wind sweeping through fallen leaves echoed.

One by one, the Drowners touched by the blood mist lost their balance and fell.

As they fell, their blue bodies rapidly shrank.

When they landed on the grass or in the lake, they had transformed into thumb-sized, blue, wrinkled leeches.

Ailin watched this scene in astonishment, a tidal wave of shock surging into his heart.

Was this Vesemir's shapeshifting spell?

The Sorceress's renowned magic that Vesemir had spoken of?

"Snap."

Another snap of her fingers.

The thinning, fading red mist swirled back, once again covering these "leeches."

Like leeches sprinkled with a large amount of salt, their bodies rapidly shriveled.

After a few struggling twitches, they all became still.

Then.

These dried leeches, along with the red mist that had become denser and even more vividly crimson, slowly drifted towards Vesemir and Ailin.

"Rustle—rustle—"

The Witcher apprentice's scalp tingled as he saw the red mist carrying the dense, dried leeches, and he instinctively took two steps back.

He didn't know if those two steps had provoked the mist.

As if it had a life of its own, it slightly changed direction and flew towards Ailin.

The Witcher apprentice couldn't take it anymore and shouted repeatedly:

"Lady Vesemir! Lady Vesemir!"

He really didn't want to turn into a blue leech like the Drowner.

Not even a white one.

"Don't worry..."

Lady Vesemir's voice rang out, sounding like heavenly music to Ailin, but he didn't expect the Sorceress to continue:

"She won't hurt you..."

"Huh?" Ailin's mouth fell open as he watched the Sorceress nod reassuringly at him.

Just as he was about to turn and run.

But the red mist had already circled him once, and Ailin didn't even dare to turn around.

He was afraid that if he touched the red mist, he would turn into a leech.

No sight, no hearing, no smell...

No wonder this spell became Lady Vesemir's signature magic.

Just thinking about it was terrifying.

Fortunately, the red mist really didn't touch the Witcher apprentice.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

Strange blue dried leeches kept falling, instantly piling up into a mountain around the Sorceress.

"Alright, come back."

Lady Vesemir's voice rang out.

As if reluctant, the red mist circled Ailin twice more before quickly converging into the crystal bottle in Vesemir's hand, transforming back into a bottle of magnificent red potion.

"She seems to like you a lot," the Sorceress teased, shaking the bottle and chuckling softly.

Ailin finally came back to his senses, cold sweat breaking out on his stiff body, soaking his inner clothes.

He gave an awkward smile and asked:

"It...?"

"Bang!"

The red liquid sharply tapped the inside of the bottle, and Ailin quickly changed his words.

"She's alive?"

The Sorceress nodded with a smile:

"Yes, just like your 蜃珠."

Ailin opened his mouth, about to ask again.

The Sorceress raised her hand to interrupt him, saying, "You'll understand slowly later. Let's get back to Alchemy class."

As she spoke, Vesemir extended her right hand, about to snap her fingers to open a portal.

But she heard the Witcher apprentice fall silent for a moment before shaking his head and saying:

"There's no need for class for now, Lady Vesemir."

The Sorceress tilted her head in surprise.

"I already know how to brew that potion."

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