The shores of tranquil Killer Lake.
"Clang~"
An orange portal unfolded.
The Chief of the School of the Wolf stepped out first. After holding his sword at the ready and warily scanning the surroundings twice, he finally sheathed it.
The Witcher Master came out right after him.
His face was pale, but he still maintained a normal posture. After nodding to the Chief, he walked off to one side.
Lady Vesemir and Ailin emerged almost simultaneously.
Ailin stumbled and skillfully braced himself against the familiar larch tree.
Then, under the stunned gazes of the Witcher Master and the Chief of the School of the Wolf, he skillfully drank down the emerald potion the Sorceress handed him.
"Lady Vesemir..."
Soyer could not help speaking up, intending to stop such a wasteful act.
But the Sorceress silenced him with a glare.
Then, as though Lady Vesemir noticed there were outsiders nearby, her brows rose as she warned the stunned Witcher Master.
Vesemir nodded repeatedly in fright.
Because of the Chief, he had interacted with Lady Vesemir for some time and was somewhat intimidated by her.
Only then did Ailin recover from the portal dizziness unique to witchers.
"Thank you, Lady Vesemir."
"This potion works really well. My headache was gone in no time."
The Witcher Apprentice gratefully glanced at the Sorceress, then strangely discovered that both the Chief and the Witcher Master were staring at him with complicated expressions.
Feeling uncomfortable, he touched his face and asked:
"What is it?"
"Is there something on my face?"
The Chief shook his head, turned toward Killer Lake, and thought to himself.
Of course that potion works well.
Only two or three people alive could brew a potion that extended one's lifespan and slowed aging.
*Healing hidden injuries was merely a side effect of increasing