The Turning Point of Fate

"Is this your prophecy?"

Ailin stopped in the long, dark passage and squinted. "What did you see?"

The Witcher of the future was indeed hated, cursed and ostracized by the world due to stubborn prejudice, and the various Witcher schools also fell apart for various reasons.

Ada Emin seemed to have seen the future.

Ada Emin chuckled softly, "This is not a prophecy, it's just a simple speculation."

"Humans are a race that doesn't like to record history, but the Ion Siddi are not. We like to record everything that has happened. Every footprint left by our people in history will be left on the rolling mountains."

"With just a simple recollection, countless examples can be found here."

She gently tapped her smooth forehead.

The humans in the Witcher world certainly don't have a complete and verifiable history like those in my previous life at Tokyo University.

Of course, there are records at all.

Various epics and ballads created through artistic expression, noble records of the illustrious deeds of ancestors, or experimental records similar to those in the School of the Wolf's library, recording the occasional fragments of history...

The former, through extensive artistic creation and alteration, has long since lost its true historical accuracy.

The latter experiment is the main focus; what Cosimo Malaspina and Alzure did was either too detailed or completely insignificant.

The illustrious deeds of ancestors recorded by nobles became the most reliable historical materials. However, these records also contained elements of artistic embellishment and were strongly associated with the family. As the family rose and fell, these records were altered, hidden, or destroyed.

It is also difficult to piece together a complete history, and it is generally not open to outsiders for viewing.

As for whether Ian Siddi is recorded in history, and how it is recorded, Ailin really doesn't know.

"Among them are the most numerous and the most profound memories of humankind," she continued, "Which do not require prophecy or divination."

She lowered her hand and smiled, "But judging from your tone, it seems you 'saw' it."

"You probably know better than I what the future of Witchers looks like, don't you?"

Ailin remained expressionless, offering neither comment nor response.

He could tell that Ada Emin wanted to separate the Witcher from the concept of humanity.

Witchers originated among humans, but will ultimately be abandoned by them.

She was trying to sow discord between the Witcher and ordinary humans, her intention being nothing more than to make him closer to the elves.

"Our School of the Wolf and the free spirits are already close enough, aren't we?" Ailin countered.

"Not close enough, far from enough," Ada Emin said. "More importantly, the relationship between the Free Elves and you is far from sufficient."

"Me?"

"Of course," Ada Emin admitted matter-of-factly, "Child of Miracle, who do you think I'm here for?"

"Because of your relationship with the Crimson Fox?"

"My relationship with Bloody Red Fox was indeed very close in the past, but because of many things that happened later, we have only let go of the hatred and there is not much affection left."

"And certainly not because of the boy from the Henrietta Family who destroyed the last kingdom of our Mountain Folk."

"Ailin, the Child of Miracle..."

She pursed her thin lips and looked at Ailin solemnly:

"I have come for you, for the destiny that is prophesied to come..."

Ada Emin's sapphire-blue eyes sparkled with captivating brilliance.

In the dark passage where no human voices could be heard, she softly murmured the prophetic poem that Ailin knew best...

"Know that the Time of Sword and Axe is approaching, and it will be the Era of the Cold Wolf and Blizzard."

"The world will Die in Frost and Reborn Under the New Sun."

"Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch out for the signs!"

"To know what the signs are..."

"First, Filius Miraculi— the Child of Miracle —was born in a bitterly cold land."

"Death and rebirth, non-human beings bring blood and fire."

"Buzzing~"

Ada Emin's voice seemed to possess a magical power, resonating throughout this dark and silent place.

After listening for most of the conversation, Ailin realized that she was not using the common language, but Elder Speech.

And he, a complete novice with only a superficial understanding of Elder Speech, was able to understand every single word she spoke.

Every cell in her body seemed to resonate with the rhythm and tone of Ida Emin's singing.

It's like...

Fate is calling, summoning, and yearning to unleash a massive wave that will shatter the entire era...

A strong sense of destiny caused the Wolf Emblem, baring its fangs, to vibrate wildly.

When the hazy star bridge beneath her feet began to sway unsteadily, cracks appeared in the darkness on either side, faintly revealing eerie, mottled colors. Only then did she quietly cease her chanting and say:

"Did you hear that, Child of Miracle? Destiny is in your favor."

"What is that?" Ailin bent her knees slightly to steady herself, and couldn't help but ask, "I know it's Ithlinne's Prophecy, and I know you're chanting it in Elder Speech, but... but..."

"Why did this cause such a commotion?" Ada Emin asked.

Ailin nodded.

"Because this is the interdimensional space within the portal—in Aion Siddi's concept, the place closest to destiny," she whispered. "When you praise destiny here with magical prophecies, destiny will naturally respond."

Ailin remained silent.

The concepts of the interdimensional realm, destiny, and prophecy are still somewhat distant for him at the moment.

More importantly, listening to these things can have significant side effects if you're not careful.

So he changed the subject, saying, "So the reason you came to Kaer Morhen is because of me?"

Ada Emin nodded.

"Do you also expect me to save White Frost?" Ailin asked.

"And I'm looking forward to it too..." Ada Emin said thoughtfully, "No, I'm more looking forward to the second half..."

"... for the destroyer of the nations is coming."

"Your land will be trampled and divided up."

"Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee."

"Bats, owls, and crows will roam your homes, and snakes and insects will make them their nests..."

This time, she didn't use Elder Speech to chant, but instead transmitted her voice directly into his mind.

Ailin raised an eyebrow. "So straightforward?"

"Only when all the nations are destroyed can there be hope for the rise of Ion Siddi," Ada Emin answered bluntly.

Ailin thought for a moment and said, "But I remember there should be another one between these two prophetic poems."

"Aen Seidhe—blood of the elves—when the earth is submerged, you should all weep..."

"If all human nations are destined to perish, Ion Siddi may be even before them."

"Given the current number of Mountain Folk, after the blood of the Elves floods the land, can Ain Siddi really rise again?"

Ida Emin remained silent for a long time after hearing this.

So long that Ailin thought time had frozen in this silent, dark, and chaotic realm, she finally looked up at him deeply, left a single sentence, and turned to continue on her way:

"Let's go, Child of Miracle, we're almost there."

The truth is always hard to accept.

The knowledgeable Mountain Folk proved this once again through her actions.

Watching her graceful figure disappear into the distance, Ailin shrugged and followed.

To be honest, it's just that Ailin has memories of her second life.

Otherwise, hearing Ada Emin's inflammatory rhetoric—using the Witcher Conclave to build ties, then offering a high-sounding theory of Witcher destruction to denigrate humanity, and finally ending with the awe-inspiring spectacle of the Ithlinne prophecy—would shake the hearts of any young Witcher from the School of the Wolf.

Moreover, humans, especially the nobles of Kedwen, already have a notorious reputation among the Witcher of the School of the Wolf.

Who knows, this trip might turn him into an Ian Siddi convert.

But Ailin was different; he was very clear about his own position.

Whether a Witcher is human or not is a philosophical question that is meaningless to him.

How did the School of the Wolf manage to survive and thrive amidst repeated disasters? Its fundamental principle in decision-making was to improve the lives of those around them.

Witchers are still a profession that relies on humans for survival, and hostility towards humans is of no benefit to the School of the Wolf.

To him, the Free Elves were merely a decent ally with whom he could develop cooperative relationships, nothing more.

in addition.

Ada Emin's words have been intentionally or unintentionally blurring a certain concept.

She portrayed humanity as a whole that would ultimately destroy the Witcher.

In reality, however, humanity is not a single entity, but rather a combination of various forces.

The lower classes need witchers to maintain their safety, yet they are controlled by the human ruling class in terms of thought, resources, and people.

The upper echelons need witchers to hunt monsters to maintain their rule and ensure a steady increase in wealth, but at the same time they are wary of the witchers' uncontrolled violence.

Peaceful and prosperous countries have very little need for demon hunters, but war-torn countries desperately need them to eliminate the various monsters that come with war.

Humanity has never been a unified whole; even in the original timeline, there were humans who worshipped the Witcher.

Ida Emin's words were ultimately just alarmist talk.

If Ailin had never existed in this world, everything would have unfolded as she said.

But Ailin has already traveled here, and this world hasn't changed at all. So, didn't he come for nothing?

certainly.

Ida Emin certainly didn't harbor that much ill will towards him, making him directly hostile to all of humanity.

She's not that stupid.

She may simply represent the Mountain Folk, suffocating under the oppression of humanity, clinging to a lifeline called "Child of Miracle," nothing more.

During her subsequent journey through the interdimensional world, Ada Emin refrained from uttering any more strange or divisive remarks and continued on her way in silence.

soon.

A dazzling light appeared in the darkness ahead of the Star Bridge.

We've reached the end of the portal.

"The Mountain Folk have never been afraid of death."

Ada Emin stopped abruptly in front of the white light at the end, turned around and looked at him, her face expressionless.

"Rather than watching the noose of death tighten little by little, let us use the blood of the spirits that will flood the earth to create a miracle."

"What do you think, Child of Miracle?"

A fluorescent blue glow shimmered in those jewel-like eyes, making Ailin momentarily believe he saw a sea of blood churning.

A crimson wave formed from the blood of elves surged resolutely into the sky, only to collapse with a deafening roar.

A strong smell of rust was spreading.

Ailin snapped out of his daze and opened his mouth.

The knowledgeable one from the Mountain Folk chuckled lightly and stepped into the white light.

A vibrant rainbow divides the sky in two, connecting the dense tree canopy with the distant, mist-shrouded blue mountains.

This is a forest, but it is unlike any forest the Witcher has ever seen before.

The air is filled with abundant moisture, making it warm and fragrant.

The tall spruce trees are lush and green, and in the small area around them, hollyhocks with small pink flowers, as well as purple thyme and pansies...

The colors are extremely bright and vibrant, as if this forest were a natural giant greenhouse.

However, the spacing between the blooming flowers clearly shows that this is a wild bloom, rather than artificial cultivation.

Ailin felt that the scene before him was somewhat familiar.

Welcome to Toussaint.

Ada Emin seemed to have forgotten the resolute tone from inside the portal, and welcomed him with a gentle tone, like a hostess entertaining guests at home.

But at that moment, Ailin didn't have time to think about the change in tone.

"Toussaint?!" He stared in astonishment at the smiling female elf before him.

"That's right, Toussaint," Ida Emin smiled slightly. "The fairytale world where wine flows like rivers, music never stops, and birdsong and beautiful girls' songs fill the air is right here."

"Etc..."

Ailin's mind went blank.

It wasn't because the scene before him was too magnificent to comprehend; he now recalled that familiar feeling, the illusion Vesemir had created for Soyer.

The scene before me was more vivid, more real, and more captivating than the illusion.

To his astonishment, Aida Amin had been teleported here from Kaer Morhen, a distance of at least 1,400 kilometers in a straight line, using only a single portal.

What does this mean?!

[Name: Portal]

[Type: Spatial Skill]

[Level: LV4]

Active Effect:

1. Teleportation Portal: Consumes mana to create a portal linking to a stored coordinate point. This coordinate point must be less than 180 kilometers away from the caster. The portal can hold a maximum of 8 people.

2. Record coordinate points: You can store 8 (+4=2*2) coordinate points.

3. LV4 Additional Effect: Wooden Door: Consumes double the magic power to release a portal with minimal spatial fluctuation, similar to opening an ordinary wooden door.

With his current LV4 teleportation portal, which is one portal every 180 kilometers, he would need at least eight portals to travel 1,400 kilometers.

In May, when he returned to Kaer Morhen from Arland, Vesemir used five portals.

Even if it was punishment for Vesemir offending the Crimson Fox, it at least shows that Vesemir couldn't have teleported over a thousand kilometers.

Based on this calculation, Ida Vesemir is more than ten times stronger than Vera?!

Ailin swallowed hard.

Ian Siddi was revered as the Knower, and it was during this time that the elven sage Ida Emin first revealed a glimpse of his power.

He looked at Ida Emin.

The female elf smiled gently, remained silent, and patiently waited for him to calm down.

Ailin took two deep breaths before looking around again and asking:

So we've arrived?

"Is Thomas Molu's laboratory nearby?"

"No," Ada Emin shook her head, gazing at the distant, mist-shrouded mountains, "This is just a place I always come to when I'm in Toussaint."

Ailin paused, then instinctively asked, "Where?"

"You should know this place," Ada Emin said to herself without turning around.

"This is Gorgon Mountain."

"The place where Ian Siddi's fate took a turn."