Lydia's Devoted Chaos Spirit's Terrifying Identity! Geralt Morra! (4,400 words)

"You don't seem surprised."

This is a statement, not a question.

The elven Sorceress's gaze fell on his face.

He knew her senses; she must be watching the shape of his dissipated spirit.

She could find his emotional changes from there.

"Yes, I do know."

Ailin nodded slightly. The view and the end of the road were blocked by bookshelves or other wooden shelves, making it impossible to see what was inside.

He thought for a moment, then turned to look into the elven Sorceress's eyes, making no attempt to hide anything:

"I have been to the divine kingdom of Meritellie."

"A place of harvest where golden wheat waves roll, a land of abundance, yet its edges are shrouded in a chilling, eerie blue light. A single glance at it can freeze one's mind and solidify one's soul."

"So yes, I knew all along that the White Frost had descended, or at least was exerting its influence."

"I just didn't know that He would create such a huge... disaster so early on..."

The elven Sorceress was stunned for a long time by his words.

Ailin, a Witcher who doesn't understand "mind control," could sense the intense emotional fluctuations.

It wasn't just the shock of knowing he had been to the realm of the gods, but also the fear.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress her turbulent emotions:

"As expected of the Child of Miracle, he can speak of being invited by the gods to travel around the divine kingdom so casually."

After expressing her feelings, she couldn't help but look into Ailin's eyes and ask curiously:

Why did He invite you?

invite?

Meritellie had not invited him; he was an uninvited guest who "kicked" the door open using his Divine Communication and Dream Entry.

However, the details are not important. Ailin pursed his lips noncommittally and said, "Because I saved Arland from the Wild Hunt and the city-raiding demons."

"At that time, I was Great Old One's Curse for some reason, so I went to His divine kingdom to remove the curse."

When the Wild Hunt was mentioned, he paid attention to the elven Sorceress's expression, but didn't notice anything unusual.

It seems that Ian Siddi has completely severed ties with Ian El, who shares the same lineage with them, and even appears to be completely unaware of the Wild Hunt's identity.

"Not just anyone can enter the Kingdom of God," Ada Emin said meaningfully. "Everyone who has ever entered the Kingdom of God can be called a saint."

"The merit of defending a city is far from enough; for a god, there are many ways to remove a curse."

She clearly didn't believe that reason.

Ailin opened his mouth, about to argue that the Evil God's curse was no ordinary curse, and that Meritellie at the time was almost completely isolated from the outside world because of the White Frost.

But upon reflection, there was an extraordinary amount of information to explain about both of them, and the mission given by Meritellie to expand the Conjunction of the Spheres was not something that could be explained to others.

He simply kept quiet and let Ada Emin imagine, since it wouldn't do any harm anyway.

Ida Emin didn't press the issue further, simply smiled, and returned to the main topic:

"Meritellie is the oldest of the human deities."

"He was born at a time when the relationship Mountain Folk and humans was the closest, and He also experienced the ' Great Mutation ' throughout the process."

"It's just that he's not as close to the battlefield as Cliff, who commands the fighting."

"But even so, it's impossible to be completely ignorant of the Great Mutation..."

"Moreover, He even told you about the White Frost eroding the divine kingdom, so there's no need for Him to hide the ' Great Mutation ' from you..."

"Are you sure He didn't mention it?"

The elven Sorceress asked another question.

"No," Ailin shook his head. "It's clear that He knows nothing about the history of the Mountain Folk, at least not about the history of the ' Great Mutation '."

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have deliberately severed ties with the world, almost becoming like the Sun God you described, only to have his fall revealed to the world, ultimately leading to a great disaster..."

Upon hearing this, Ada Emin lowered her head and pondered for a long time before finally saying:

"Perhaps their forgetting was the antidote they found in the ' Great Mutation,' which allowed them to avoid the White Frost."

"But it clearly didn't work..."

"No, it worked," she suddenly contradicted herself. "The Aelirenn Uprising was a hundred years ago, and in the last hundred years, I have not heard of any other race's gods suddenly falling."

"But in the end, it could only delay, not completely escape, and almost led to our own downfall..."

Ailin frowned as he listened, when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Meritellie did it on purpose?

He must have used some method, as Ida Emin said, to seal away or even completely discard the memory of the "Great Mutation".

To avoid being touched by the memory, as if praying to a god's name would be perceived by the god, he was held tightly by the White Frost.

But deliberately cutting yourself off from the world may not be a side effect of forgetting this part of your memory.

It wasn't because He forgot the threat of the White Frost that He gradually faded from the world's presence.

Rather, it was a strategy devised by Meritellie, who knew the fate of the elven gods and the resulting precipitous decline of the elven race.

Before losing all his memories, He somehow guided the subsequent temples to gradually become isolated from the secular world.

When the relationship between the divine and the secular world is no longer close.

The decline of the gods would naturally not affect the entire human world, causing a chain reaction like the "Great Mutation" of the elves, where gods, priests, believers, and secular rule would occur.

Ultimately, this led to the decline and near destruction of a once-powerful race that had dominated the world.

And it's not just Meritellie; Freya and Cliff seem to be the same.

The influence of priests of all gods across the entire continent is constantly diminishing.

Most priests of the true gods stay in the local temple and rarely travel around to perform ascetic practices or preach.

Far from being like the epic...

Meritellie's priestly Divine Art fertilized the soil, resulting in bountiful harvests year after year.

Cliff's Knight of Punishment wields a holy hammer in his left hand to punish evil, and reads the Holy Book in his right hand to enlighten the world.

Ailin had never even seen a priestess of Meritellie outside of Arland.

Cliff's Punishment Knights were also just hearsay.

Moreover, he had never actually seen a priest of a true god cleanse the demons that were harming humanity.

This was clearly the easiest way to gain the faith of the masses and achieve merit through proselytizing, yet it was handed over to the Witcher.

More importantly, the priests were not without that ability.

After receiving the divine gift, Ianna empowered nearly a thousand people with a single praise in the deep mountains of Mahakam, making even ordinary farmers unafraid of the ferocious carnivorous creatures.

Even if this ability is weakened several times, it is still very powerful.

Moreover, Meritellie is not the god in charge of battle. If it were Cliff's priest, what kind of effect and grand scene would the Divine Art have?

If we're going to exorcise monsters, why would we need witchers?

Ailin shared his guess with Ida Emin.

After listening, Ida Emin remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh:

"Humans are really lucky; every stumbling step they take is supported by 'adults'."

"If only back then..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the elven Sorceress fell silent again, and after a long while, she shook her head. "No matter how you changed things back then, it was too late."

"Every Ion Siddi who is drawn by magic is born to be the closest servant of the gods; the connection between the Mountain Folk and the deities is far too close..."

"Our future seems to have been predetermined long ago, when the ' White Ship ' came into this world and ran aground on the beach of Skellige..."

She looked down at the brick-paved ground, her two sapphire blue pupils completely unfocused, empty and blank.

"White Frost! White Frost!"

Ada Emin muttered to herself in a daze and fear:

"What exactly are you?"

"Even the gods feared it and avoided it, yet in the end they could not escape it."

"Is the destruction of all living beings inevitable...?"

"Dóitear an domhan i reodh marbh...Dóitear an domhan i reodh marbh..."

The elven Sorceress murmured mysterious and difficult words in a trembling voice, seemingly deeply immersed in a tragic past, or perhaps foreseeing a terrifying future that was about to arrive.

Ailin sighed and said softly, "Aisirghe faoi grianúr."

Ada Emin raised her head sharply. "An aisirí faoi ghrianúr... Nach dúinn a bheidh an chinniúint chrua?"

After a long silence, Ailin could only manage an awkward smile under the elven Sorceress's gaze, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Sorry, I'm currently learning Elder Speech, but so far I'm only studying the 'Child of Miracle' section of ' Ithlinne's Prophecy '..."

Upon hearing this, the elven Sorceress chuckled, her soft, vermilion hair trembling slightly, her beauty breathtaking.

It's hard to believe that this smiling woman is at least three hundred years old.

Ailin could only scratch his head awkwardly, but at least the tense atmosphere finally disappeared because of his interruption.

"Can you tell me what you just said?"

"I... I can only understand the first half of the sentence..."

Because of his status Child of Miracle, he often hears people reciting Ithlinne's Prophecy, and since he was planning to learn Elder Speech, he has memorized quite a few passages.

The Elder Speech phrase that Ida Emin just lamented was, "The world will Die in Frost."

Ailin, finding the meaning too negative, directly picked up the second half, "and Reborn Under the New Sun," but he genuinely couldn't understand the long sentence she rambled on about afterwards.

Ada Emin chuckled softly, "Since you're learning Elder Speech, you'll naturally know once you've mastered them."

After saying that, she changed the subject and said, "Unfortunately, no one knows the true face of White Frost. It was only the influence before her arrival that made even the gods unable to escape, and they could only desperately cut off their tails to survive without resistance."

"If only the gods of the Mountain Folk had left more behind, but unfortunately, apart from a prophetic poem, everything else vanished into nothingness with the fall of the gods."

Ailin was also disappointed.

How can we deal with White Frost if we don't even know her true identity?

Now, all we can hope for is that Wild Hunt, who's been playing hide-and-seek with White Frost, knows something of substance, but...

Even Ain Siddi, who was of the same race, was unaware that his own race had been torn apart by the White Frost.

Can the Wild Hunt really obtain any useful information?

"Yes..." he sighed, "It would be great if we could leave behind more."

"Let's not talk about that. Soyer and Vesemir are still waiting for us in Kaer Morhen," Ada Emin composed herself, gazing at the space in the distance blocked by the wooden frame. "Let's see what's attracting you, the Child of Miracle!"

Ailin nodded calmly, revealing nothing truly important; it had already been pocketed by him.

"Tap~ Tap~ Tap~"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the empty cave.

Although she said she wouldn't talk about it, Ada Emin couldn't help but say it again after walking a short distance:

"Since both humans and gods are deliberately avoiding the topic, we can try probing next time, but it's best not to directly reveal the Great Mutation..."

"It is difficult for mortals to be moved by the gods when they recite holy names, but the gods' memories may be the strongest anchor. Once they are remembered, something terrible may happen immediately..."

"As Mountain Folk, shouldn't Lady Aida Amin expect the gods of humanity to follow in the footsteps of the Sun God?" Ailin couldn't help but ask. "Only then would Ain Siddi have a chance to rise to power..."

And to be honest...

Given the elves' headlong rush towards extinction without looking back, if he were Ada Emin, he would be trying to summon White Frost right now to perish together with humanity.

Ada Emin rolled her eyes dramatically. "White Frost is the mortal enemy of the Mountain Folk."

"He killed our father, mother, brothers and sisters, and caused the sun, moon and stars of the Mountain Folk to fall in disgrace, and the mountains and rivers to be overthrown."

"And humans..."

She paused, then sighed, "Humans just happened to seize the opportunity. Even if they weren't human, there would have been dwarves, halflings, goblins, dryads..."

"Compared to others, humans are actually the easiest to be accepted."

"After all, the blood of the Mountain Folk has long been integrated into the blood of humankind. They are our relatives and descendants who are closely related by blood, but have the worst interpersonal relationships with us."

"In a sense, as long as there is one human being left, the Mountain Folk will still leave a trace in this world."

"Only..."

"Humans went too far later; they wanted to exterminate the Mountain Folk."

"Ailin," Ada Emin looked directly at the Witcher and said solemnly, "It has never been us who craved war, we were simply forced to resist."

Ailin fell silent because what she said was sincere and contained no errors.

Most of the kings of the Northern Continent can be traced back to the descendants of the elves. Moreover, according to the original story, after Francesca Fantabe sided with Nilfgaard Brettana and fought for a foothold for the elves, she did not wage war again.

Of course, it is also possible that the Squirrels, composed of young and strong elves sifted by Laurelin, was completely exhausted in the several wars in the North.

How can you invade if you don't have the ability to wage war?

"Ailin, is this the person you're looking for... no... the Witcher?"

As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard Ida Emin's voice.

Is it Geralt Moriu?

The moment he raised his head, his whole body suddenly trembled.

It wasn't because the person sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed in front of him wasn't Geralt Morlu, the witcher from the School of the Griffin.

He was, though he lacked any of the School of the Griffin's equipment and was thin, but his face was strikingly similar to Thomas Morlu's, making him instantly recognizable.

To Ailin's surprise, Geralt Morlü's ears were long and slender, with a noticeably sharp shape.

He was a Half-elf.

Etc!

Ailin's expression changed, and he quickly opened the Witcher's Handbook with a thought.

[Moloch's Golem " LV99, " Lydia's Devoted Chaos Spirit " LV? Slay them!]

[Loot obtained: Lydia '@#￥%&'s Element *1, Daughter of Spring 'Gwendolyn's Spring Maiden's Reviving Spirit *1...]

He suddenly remembered that when Thomas Maurice Recording Crystal and discovered the experiment had failed, Thomas Maurice had said, "It's time to abandon this place and go home to Lydia."

So Lydia is Thomas Morlu's wife, Geralt Morlu's mother, and an elf.

Grass!

Why does Lydia's name appear in the battle results?

How come the Lydia's Devoted Chaos Spirit, is inside the golem?

Etc!

Ailin suddenly widened her eyes, her azure Cat Eyes abruptly shrinking to slits.

Lydia, the devout believer...

Therefore, Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring, is the fairy that Ada Emin mentioned, who has long since fallen...

Gods?!

(The Elder Speech "An aisirí faoi ghrianúr... Nach dúinn a bheidh an chinniúint chrua?" translates to: Does our fate, reborn under the new sun, truly still concern us?)