The Missing Wolf School Grandmaster

She wore a grey-green dress with lace trim and followed Aristo out of the shadows beneath the city gate, her steps graceful.

Her long, dark golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, shimmering in the sunlight, exuding a natural yet noble aura.

Beside her were two female attendants dressed in silver armor with gold trim, elven scimitars at their waists, and short bows on their backs, their eyes wary.

Contrary to her memory of being a clumsy imp dressed in a black nightsuit and a gray linen dress, Francesca Fantaby now resembled a true princess.

Well...

At least pretend to be a princess.

As Francesca Fantaby emerged from the city gate, her elegant demeanor and elfin-like aristocratic air instantly ignited excitement in her doe-like, gentle blue eyes the moment she saw him.

Her arms paused for a moment, then she raised them slightly. That unfamiliar aura was instantly shattered, and she looked more like a mischievous little deer being looked after by her elders.

She seemed to want to say hello to Ailin.

However, Francesca Fantaby then glanced at the guards on either side, raised her arms slightly, then immediately lowered them, blinking her eyes and nodding slightly in acknowledgment.

Seeing this, Ailin nodded and shifted his gaze to his vice commander.

Aristo's prestige among the Witcher apprentices was unmatched by Vesemir and Dante, or even by Ailin, the captain who was rarely seen.

After a rebuke, the uproar immediately subsided, and the apprentices made way for them.

Aristo waved to his apprentices, telling them to go back to their posts and not to gather there and make a mess.

The apprentices sighed and complained as they reluctantly left.

"Vesemir, Ailin ... um?" Aristo's gaze swept over Vesemir and Ailin, pausing when it landed on Dante. "Dante? Shouldn't you be traveling with your three apprentices? How come you're back with Vesemir and the others?"

Vesemir and Ailin had only gone out temporarily, so it's not surprising that they're back now.

However, the Witcher who travels with his apprentices never returns in the summer, especially in the first year.

"I accidentally stumbled and almost didn't make it back," Dante sighed, looking lost and forlorn.

"He's taken a huge tumble..." Aristo raised an eyebrow curiously, but hadn't said anything yet.

"Don't ask me now! I'll tell you when I have time." Dante shook his head, interrupting Aristo.

Aristo scratched his head and could only look at the other two Witcher Master.

"Vesemir, Ailin, is everything settled outside?"

He seemed pleased to see Vesemir and Ailin, and patted them hard on the shoulders.

"Yes," Vesemir nodded. "Horton Qui-Gon is fine. The dwarf just made a request to us on behalf of someone else."

"But the result was good."

He chuckled and patted Ailin's leather armor.

In the few months since its creation, Ailin's Wolf School Master Set has gone through a lot of hardships. It is certainly not brand new at the moment, but at first glance it is not dilapidated either. It just has some wear and tear, which is not enough to warrant maintenance at the blacksmith's shop.

Keep in mind that this leather armor hasn't been enchanted by a warlock yet.

This is why Horton Qui-Gon is indeed a top-tier dwarven blacksmith, and he uses high-quality materials.

Otherwise, with Greater Griffin, Spiked Fiend, hordes of ghouls, Evil God, Leshen, ordinary leather armor would need major repairs, and might even require a completely new set.

Both being Wolf School Master Set, Vesemir's leather armor had been repaired several times by Duke Mason's blacksmith a few days ago.

This is where the advantage of materials comes into play. No matter how precious the Wyvern Hide, it is not as good as the Dragon Hide, even if it is an unenchanted Dragon Hide.

certainly.

When Ailin's leather armor really needs maintenance and repair, the price will definitely be several times higher than that of Vesemir's.

But it was all worth it. If it weren't for this new armor, he would have been seriously injured, at least, back when he was ambushing the Wild Hunt and Ban Adler in Passerlon Forest. And that was even more true during the descent of the Evil God.

While armor may not be as effective as a longsword in combat, it can truly reduce damage and save lives in crucial moments.

Besides, for Ailin now, the cost of repairing his armor is not much.

Aristo's smile faded.

A normal commission obviously doesn't require the threat of death, and the commission initiated by the dwarven blacksmith of Ferggen is clearly not a good one, most likely related to the war between Ard and Kedwen.

However, with so many people talking, Aristo didn't intend to ask any further questions and was about to change the subject.

"Huh?"

His gaze fell on the dark red leather armor on Ailin's body, Aristo's expression turned serious, letting out a surprised exclamation.

"This texture... is it Dragon Hide?!" He rubbed the leather armor, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"The skin of a red dragon." Vesemir smiled.

"Why did Horton Qui-Gon..." Aristo hesitated, then stopped himself.

Because of the texture of the dragon skin, he noticed that the thread connecting the Aetherium and the dragon skin was also extraordinary; it was the Queen Scorpion Spider Silk.

Considering the timeline, this Wolf School Master Set was clearly not a custom order from Vesemir and Ailin, and Horton Qui-Gon wouldn't raise the quality of the forging materials for no reason. So there's only one answer...

The host who made the request acted first and informed the client later.

Could it be that Vesemir and Ailin have already become involved in the war between the two countries?

They've known each other for centuries, so how could Vesemir not have considered Aristo's thoughts?

"We haven't taken any commissions..." Vesemir shook his head.

Although they didn't accept any commissions, their involvement in the war between Ard and Kedwen was significant, with their greatest "contribution" being the subjugation of the Greater Griffin, which was mentioned in detail in their letter to Chieftain Soyer.

The background to the Horton Qui-Gon incident is also mentioned in the letter.

However, judging from Aristo's expression, Chieftain Soyer didn't seem to have spoken to him.

He looked on, completely unaware that Kedwen was gone.

Unsure of the chief's thoughts, Vesemir paused and said, "This matter is rather complicated; we'll discuss it later."

Aristo nodded slightly, changing the subject, "Have the enchanters made an appointment? Who are you planning to meet?"

"Ms. Tissaia de Veris has agreed to enchant the leather armor," Ailin said softly.

Moreover, it wasn't originally planned that the enchantment would only be applied after we went to Aretuza.

Before the plan to rescue Henr Gedimidis begins, Tissaia de Veris will make time to enchant his Wolf School Master Set.

The reason I didn't finish this at the Temple of Melitele was because I didn't have the materials needed to enchant the dragonhide.

Even a sorcerer of Tissaia de Veris's stature needed time to collect and prepare those items.

"Tissaia de Veres?" Aristo paused, then hesitated, "That... Sorceress?"

"It's that sorceress you're thinking of..." Vesemir nodded with a smile, glancing at the approaching elves, and deliberately raised his voice, "The headmistress of Aretusa Academy, the only sorceress in the Association of Talents and Skills, Tisaya de Veris..."

"It seems your journey after descending the mountain has been quite exciting..." Aristo raised an eyebrow, receiving a hint from Vesemir.

"It was truly wonderful," Vesemir clicked his tongue. "When I get back, I'll bring your East of the East with me; that would be the best accompaniment to the wine. But it seems your life in Kaer Morhen isn't boring at all."

His gaze passed over Aristo: "Aren't you going to introduce our guest?"

Aristo opened his mouth, but before he could speak.

Francesca Fantaby, who had deliberately allowed some time for their meeting, walked over gracefully with two elven maids in flowing dresses.

"We are no strangers to the School of the Wolf."

She nodded slightly to Vesemir, then turned to look at the young witcher beside her, took a deep breath, and said:

"Ailin, it's been a long time."

Francesca Fantaby's voice, as always, is as clear as a babbling mountain spring.

In a daze.

The familiar voice and face made Ailin feel as if she had returned to half a year ago.

Abandoned mines, reckless elves, fake villages...

Although his initial experience with Francesca Fantaby was quite unpleasant, it even cast a shadow on him, causing him to harbor an unspeakable distrust of every Sorceress he partnered with.

But if it weren't for Francesca Fantabe's care in the fake Hundred Fruit Garden, Sadia, the cold-hearted elf who abandoned her husband and children and was extremely wary, probably wouldn't have saved him when he was unconscious.

Even if the cause of his coma was Francesca Fantaby herself, it cannot be denied that the two of them had indeed shared joys and sorrows.

And to be honest, they cooperated quite well after waking up from their coma.

in addition...

In Viscount Hudson's abandoned mines, while subduing the Rock Troll, Mountain Stone...

While Ard Ernie and Klar were being captured, and an ambush was being set up in Vilgefortz...

In the Passerlon Forest, a war is ignited between the Wild Hunt and the sorcerers, and then the opportunists reap the benefits...

The "Night" that Francesca Fantabelin gave him, which allowed him to conceal himself in the dark, truly helped him through many difficulties.

Perhaps that's why.

Ailin, who had expected to be very resistant to meeting Francesca Fantaby again, actually felt a sense of joy at the reunion with an old friend.

"It has indeed been a long time since we last met."

Ailin greeted them politely and then introduced them to Vesemir and the others.

"Vesemir, this is Francesca Fantabe, whom I told you about before the Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat."

"No! No!" Francesca Fantaby waved her hands repeatedly, her eyes gleaming. "I'm the one who's being helped; I've been the one holding everyone back..."

The two men were modest for a while, leaving Vesemir, Aristo, and Dante exchanging glances and seemingly communicating something.

Ernie and Klar stood quietly not far away, communicating with each other through their eyes.

They felt a chill run down their spines for Lady Margarita Laux Antill, the chief sorceress of the Witcher Legion.

How come a priest just left and then an elf suddenly appeared?

Moreover, this elf named Francesca Fantabe was not only far more beautiful than any woman they had ever seen, she was practically the embodiment of a goddess of beauty.

Unlike Lyra, she even managed to catch up with Kaer Morhen...

Wrong!

That's not all!

The young witcher's gaze fell on the owl peeking out from under Ailin's shoulder.

There was also a Sorceress openly spying on them!

The young witchers looked at each other in bewilderment.

This time, the enemies are numerous and strong. How can they help Miss Mary?

The young witcher was at a loss.

Just then, the owl seemed to sense the intense gaze from behind. Without moving its body, it suddenly turned its little head 180 degrees.

A sharp gaze swept over the young demon hunters who were secretly plotting, making them tremble and immediately look away.

for a long time.

Wait for the owl to turn around.

The young witcher finally met the determined gaze again.

Loyalty!

Meanwhile, Francesca Fantaby and Ailin, who were having a pleasant conversation, were unaware of the young witcher's ulterior motives.

During the conversation, Ailin also learned the purpose of Ian Siddy's visit.

They came to help the School of the Wolf, fulfilling an agreement made between Ailin and Sadia six months ago.

Ailin and Sadia's original agreement was that when the War of the School of the Wolf's defense of Kaer Morhen took place, they hoped that Ian Siddi could send some elves to help them defend Kaer Morhen, resist the mobs from the original story, and catch the King and nobles of Kedwen and the wizards of Ban Aard off guard.

But now...

The situation is changing rapidly.

Haxor, the mastermind behind the conspiracy to assassinate the School of the Wolf, died six months ago at the hands of Ban Ad, and under the buttocks of the Drowners King.

By this time, most of the flesh and blood had been completely decomposed, leaving only some bones in the coffin.

Now that Kedwen is almost completely destroyed, even if Haxor's descendants knew that he killed Haxor, they wouldn't have the energy to do anything about it.

Moreover, compared to Ard, Ailin's grudge of killing Haxor comes later.

As for Ban Ad, he was caught up in the controversy surrounding the king's death and was constantly harassed by the Wild Hunt. The greatest malice he suffered was sending Vilgefortz to attack them.

seem...

The threat of seeking help from Ian Siddi has long since dissipated, and the arrival of Ian Siddi and his ilk is no longer necessary.

But is that really the case?

Don't forget, although the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate hasn't reacted yet, it will inevitably break ties with the School of the Wolf.

Even with Tissaia de Veris mediating for the school within the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, it was only to avoid inciting unanimous hostility from the wizarding world, rather than to persuade the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate to abandon its retaliation.

Given the sorcerers' lack of integrity, retaliation is inevitable.

For the foreseeable future, Kaer Morhen will face the threat of the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate for a considerable period of time.

And that's not all...

If Senne successfully established the Sorcerer Kingdom with Ban Ad as its core, how could they possibly let the School of the Wolf go?

Therefore, for the current School of the Wolf, every bit of improvement in strength is precious.

Ian Siddy's help is just in time!

"Oh, right, Ailin..."

As Ailin followed the crowd toward the castle hall, his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by Francesca's voice.

"The pact between the Free Elves and the School of the Wolf still requires Grandmaster Soyer's signature, but we..."

Francesca paused awkwardly:

"You still haven't seen him?"