Druid Circle of Myna! Demigod!
Southern Temuria.
Like all other Circle of Druids, the Druid Circle of Myna is a place where long-lived Druid meet, meditate, and read the Holy Book in remote forests.
But Druid are by no means isolated from the world; their accumulated wisdom is always respected.
While some large nations in the Northern Continent prefer warlocks in order to establish deeper ties with the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, many smaller nations actually prefer Druid an elder-like demeanor and a peaceful, non-competitive nature, rather than power-hungry male wizards and Sorceress.
Therefore, although the Circle of Druids is mostly peaceful, it is not uncommon for nobles in trouble to come seeking ancient wisdom, mediating thorny disputes, and healing livestock and illnesses.
However, at this moment, the Druid Circle of Myna in the deep mountains and dense forests suddenly became lively, but not because a certain nobleman had come...
"Mother Nature, do you see this?"
A Druid with a full beard roared as he pushed open the door of the sunken study.
The roar shattered the tranquility of the entire Circle of Druids.
The birds that nested in the oak trees were startled and took flight, circling above the scattered treehouses.
In the Ring of Maina, no, in any Circle of Druids, shouting like that is extremely impolite.
At best, they'll be scolded by the master of the Circle of Druids and beaten up by the Druid who disturbed their meditation; at worst, in some strict Circle of Druids, they might even be expelled.
For a Druid, meditation is the most important thing in life, the only way to get close to Mother Nature and hear her teachings.
But at this moment, no one blamed or rebuked the bearded Druid.
One by one, the doors of the treehouses were pushed open, and many Druid with white beards emerged. They were covered in the grime of years of meditation, dirty but not filthy.
"I saw him! Does anyone know who he is? Which Circle of Druids is he from? Skellige?"
"It can only be Skellige. We all know the other newcomers and veterans of the Circle of Druids in the Northern Continent. It's impossible for anyone to have traveled this far without anyone knowing."
"Skellige is that big? Which family does it belong to?"
"I don't care about that," the long-bearded Druid who spoke first said, irritably stroking his tangled beard. "Who knows what that Druid's holy form is?"
"Pure gold fur, long and thick, resembling a bear but not quite..."
"Why have I never seen such a beautiful and magnificent Spirit of Nature in the Northern Continent?"
"Who has been to Skellige? What is it?"
The long-bearded Druid's tone grew increasingly urgent. He lifted his long, drooping gray eyebrows and scanned all the Druid within his line of sight with his aged yet piercing Little Eye.
Silence fell in front of the treehouse complex.
No one answered.
"Nobody knows?!" The long-bearded Druid's Little Eye widened in surprise. "Erwin, didn't you go to Skellige thirteen years ago?"
"Ezekiel, you are from Skellige, haven't you seen me before?"
The two Druid whose names were called had treehouses that were right next to each other.
After looking at each other, they both shook their heads.
Ezekiel, "Edus, I have never seen such a creature in Skellige. If I had, even if it was recorded on parchment or in legend, I would never forget it."
Erwin nodded in agreement. "I've traveled and honed many islands in Skellige, and I've never seen anything like it."
"Hmm?" Edus frowned in confusion. "Isn't it from the Skellige Islands?"
"But... but could there be Spirit of Nature in the Northern Continent that we don't even know about?"
The Druid Circle of Myna fell silent once again.
The so-called Spirit of Nature are the animals born on the Northern Continent, or more accurately, wild beasts.
Wild beasts that participate in the natural cycle.
Of course, over the years, many monsters have been incorporated into the game.
But this is not because the Druid have become more open-minded, but because the monsters that came from the Conjunction of the Spheres and from other worlds have gradually been assimilated into the world of Witcher.
They are a part of the natural cycle.
The most common category among these is hybrid beasts.
But whether it's a wild beast or a magical beast, as long as it exists on the Northern Continent, it's impossible for it to escape the notice of all the Druid in the Druid Circle of Myna.
Because of their footprints, they had already traveled to various forests, mountains and valleys of the Northern Continent when they were young.
This kind of spiritual practice is carried out every few years.
Even Nilfgaard has traces of them, not to mention the accumulated documents and materials over the years. It's impossible that they would have encountered Spirit of Nature they didn't know about; absolutely impossible.
But those that can appear in the sacred forest must be Spirit of Nature.
The Druid remained silent for a long time.
"Not all of the Skellige Islands are known to the public," Ezekiel a moment of silence. "Perhaps the Spirit of Nature is hidden in some unknown corner."
"Or perhaps the beings of Nilfgaard?"
If something exists, it has a reason.
Regardless of where that golden-haired Spirit of Nature originated, since Druid has appeared in its form, it must exist on the Northern Continent.
"How about... asking the Grand Master?" Another Druid, his eyes gleaming, stood before the treehouse, offering a tentative suggestion. "In the sacred forest, I vaguely see Him blocking the edge of the woods..."
"He seems to have... made way..."
"So, what should He know?"
"Are you sure?" someone asked. "The Grand Master hasn't woken up in a long time..."
"This is no small matter," the Druid eyes as sharp as a hawk said solemnly. "I saw that the newcomer was given the source by Mother Nature."
"You know what this means."
The treehouse complex of the Druid Circle of Myna fell silent for a moment.
"Then let's go. If what you're saying is true, the Grand Master will most likely wake up..."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The solemn tolling of the bells echoed.
After exchanging bewildered glances, the Druid solemnly left the treehouse and headed into the depths of the forest.
——
His breath was deep and long as the Witcher awoke from his dream.
But he didn't open his eyes; his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he were savoring the lingering aftertaste, the aftertaste of sunshine, grass, water lilies, and pine.
A faint yet distinct vitality, like a leaping sprite, flows throughout the body with the blood.
The lingering sensation relaxed his entire body, and every muscle in his body was breathing smoothly.
It was as if the ancient tree had just awakened from its slumber, stretching its branches and opening each leaf, whether green, dark green, or crimson, to absorb the sunlight, to absorb the clear sunlight that had just been washed by a heavy rain.
for a long time.
"Phew~"
Ailin let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
The azure Cat Eyes trembled, contracting and dilating before finally refocusing after a long while.
"Um?"
He was stunned when he saw what was in front of him.
Strands of golden sunlight streamed into the small house through the cracks in the window.
A rainbow bridge of seven colors, faintly visible, spans between two vines that reach into the house.
Noticing the gaze, the vines swayed and danced in the wind for a few moments, blossoming into clusters of shimmering purple flowers.
A feeling of intimacy and affection wafts in along with the delicate fragrance of flowers.
Wisteria blooms from April to May, but it's already August, the Harvest Festival has just passed, and it's the month of maturity.
It's not just wisteria.
Pink tulips take root in the oak wall, lavender blooms in the corner with its intoxicating fragrance, and there are also hyacinths, daisies, and many other flowers whose names I don't know.
Many flowers are not in their blooming season, but they bloom at this very moment in a strange way.
The fragrances of the flowers, whether rich, delicate, or ethereal, blend together perfectly.
The ordinary little house where the Witcher was housed in the temple was like a greenhouse in the world.
Ailin was about to rub his eyes.
A soft, emerald-green vine gently reached into his line of sight, seemingly wanting to take his place, startling Ailin into leaning back in resistance.
His back was softly supported.
But there were no high-backed chairs with soft backs in the room, only round stools.
The vines immediately stopped extending, trembling slightly as they retracted, conveying a deep sense of grievance.
My palm was also there, yet I felt a cool sensation.
He lowered his head.
One leg of the round stool took root and sprouted, growing hand guards that fit perfectly against his arms and palms, as well as a chair support that fits his back.
Several vines, similar to those controlled by the Leshen but greener and without thorns, sprouted from the floor.
The vine that wanted to replace his hand and rub his eyes was this very one that sprouted from the ground.
Moreover, Ailin could sense that he could control the green vines simply by releasing a single thought.
"What... what happened?" Ailin stared in astonishment at everything before her.
"Wait... it's @#￥%&'s Element the Leshen!"
With a thought, he opened the Witcher's Handbook.
Name: Ailin
Age: 14
[Title: Child of Miracle]
[Level: 80]
[HP: 100%, Stamina: 930/930, MP: 1240/1240]
[Attributes: Strength 99, Agility 87 (+3), Constitution 93 (+3), Perception 93 (+5), Mysticism 124 (+5)]
[Affinity: Water 15 (Magic Source - Water 5%), Earth 19 (Magic Source - Earth 9%), Wind 11 (Magic Source - Wind 1%), Fire 24 (Magic Source - Fire 14%), Space 2]
[Special Skill: Demon Hunter LV6, Spatial Mastery LV6, Appraisal LV2, Tracking LV1, Spiral (1/5)]
Special Skill Points: 5
Indeed, the improvement in physical strength was not an illusion.
Aside from strength, other attributes are also getting closer to their maximum values, especially constitution and perception, which are only six points away from their maximum values, but...
"The friendliness hasn't changed." Ailin frowned.
There was no natural affinity or anything like that, and no similar element was added to the Personal Panel.
But he was clearly different.
Even in the temple, one can almost hear the voice of nature if one concentrates even slightly.
In the past, even using "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue" made it difficult to connect with Mother Nature at the Temple of Melitele.
After all, while Meritellie has divine duties related to plants, such as agriculture and harvest, she is ultimately more aligned with humans than with nature.
in addition...
Ailin raced.
The pitiful-looking vine immediately wrapped affectionately around his forearm, encircling, pulling, and lifting it with the movement of his fingers...
It is even more fluid than his own body, and can perform various movements that human arms cannot make, making it extremely flexible.
Previously, using "Beast Roar: Primal Tongue" could, to some extent, control plants and even locate targets hundreds or thousands of meters away.
But they are different.
In the past, he controlled plants through "Beast Roar: The Primal Tongue," relying on Mother Nature. Now, without Mother Nature, he can perceive the emotions of plants himself and guide and manipulate them with his own thoughts, just like...
"Call out!"
The soft vines suddenly hardened and sharpened, piercing through like arrows shot from a fully drawn bow, and in the blink of an eye, they pierced through the heavy oak table.
The black, hard, barbed protrusions are almost identical to those of the Leshen.
"Just as Mother Nature has given me Her authority..." Ailin said thoughtfully.
The vines, which had turned from green to dark brown, twisted their tips toward Ailin as if testing him, before turning green again and retracting from the small hole pierced through the oak table, clinging affectionately to his forearm.
The humane actions made Ailin realize that this vine was no ordinary vine.
"Is it from that woodland?" Ailin asked.
Unfortunately, although Qing Teng seemed very intelligent, he couldn't understand overly complex information and remained stuck in the same place.
Ailin didn't pay any attention.
He lowered his head and pondered, thinking and reminiscing.
The extraordinary nature of the woodland is beyond question.
Looking back now, that woodland actually resembles the golden rice fields of the Kingdom of Meritellie.
However, unlike rice paddies, woodlands are "closer" to each other.
It's a feeling that's hard to describe. It's like Meritellie's kingdom is the house of a relative next door, while the woodland is her own home, the home she had when she was a minor and her parents were still alive.
This house is definitely his house, but he is not the head of the household; it belongs to his parents.
Now, the homeowner has delegated authority, allowing him to control the robot vacuum cleaner in his home.
Of course, as an orphan, he didn't go through that stage, but that's the gist of it.
Since the woodland is no ordinary woodland, when it awakens, the surrounding grass is no ordinary grass, and the birds are no ordinary birds: deer, wolves, wild boars, tigers, brown bears, white doves, crows, eagles...
And that Reindeer, of course, is no ordinary animal either.
"Druid..."
A possibility immediately popped into Ailin's mind.
Those animals that are human-like and coexist harmoniously are the wise Druid who advocate dialogue with nature and harness the powerful forces of nature to maintain ecological balance.
Druid are not weak overall, but compared to warlocks who are eager for power, they care more about the principles of nature, and they are scattered among various Circle of Druids, so they are very low-key and not well-known.
But all the Circle of Druids combined far exceed the combined power of the three largest Brotherhood of Sorcerers: Ban Ad, Aretuza, and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate.
Even in the Skellige Isles, Druid, rather than warlocks, were almost always the king's advisors.
The small lake guarded by the Reindeer may be the origin, the origin of nature, and even the origin of this world.
These Druid are all on the path of seeking the way of nature, some closer and some farther away.
That's why they were shocked and puzzled by his relentless forward movement without stopping.
"And the Reindeer..."
"Is He a demigod?"