Foglet

"Wherever there is dense fog, there may be Foglet."

"Even if there is no fog, the Foglet can create or summon dense fog on its own."

"The dense fog isn't just a hiding place for the Foglet; it's also their weapon. They manipulate the fog, leaving travelers alone, unable to see the road, and unable to hear anything..."

Ailin recalled the book "The Foglet and the Lost Traveler" that he had seen in the library a few days ago.

It swam toward the direction from which the sound came, muttering to itself.

The Foglet was only mentioned briefly in Vesemir's Monster Economics.

"If you encounter dense fog, remember to turn back and stay away."

This was the only advice given by the Witcher Master.

After all, this kind of monster has nothing to do with the Witcher apprentices who have not yet completed the Trial of the Mountains.

During their travels after the Trial of the Mountains, the Witcher apprentices' mentors will gradually teach them the characteristics of both common and uncommon monsters.

Unfortunately, reality is not as Vesemir imagined.

This monster also appeared during the Trial of the Mountains, and it seriously threatened the lives of the apprentices.

"Splash!"

Ailin emerged from the lake and stepped onto the damp grass.

A faint white light pierced through the thick fog, emerging from about thirty or forty meters in front of him.

A thin boy, who looked about the same age as Ailin, was crouching in the bushes, seemingly trapped.

"Ugh... Help me... Help me..."

As they drew closer, the sounds coming from the other side became increasingly alluring.

Even Ailin was having trouble controlling herself.

Just then.

"Buzz~"

The Witcher Apprentice felt a slight tremor in his chest as a cool sensation rushed into his mind, clearing his head.

The inexplicable sense of trust that arose from the temptation vanished instantly.

"It's a mirage pearl!"

Ailin was familiar with this kind of spiritual connection.

I never expected that this mental link would actually have the effect of resisting the temptation of magic.

Wrong!

That's not all.

As the Witcher Apprentice's spirit became fully connected with the Mirage Pearl.

With each contraction and expansion of its blue Cat Eyes, the illusion thirty or forty meters away instantly faded.

A grimy, ashen-skinned figure, hunched over, squatted in the spot where the little boy had been.

"It really is the Foglet!"

Looking at the slender figure hiding in the shadows, with a ferocious face and sharp claws and teeth, Ailin was in no hurry to deal with it.

He drew Elsa, took out "Necrophage Oil" from his inventory, and evenly applied the blood-red, oily viscous liquid to the sword.

Immediately following, the magic power within his body flowed rapidly, and he slightly bent his thumb and forefinger, drawing a triangle in front of him.

Quen Sign.

A golden glint flashed across the brown leather armor.

After the mysterious attribute was greatly enhanced, the shield's thickness increased by at least double.

With the shield and Sword Oil ready, the Foglet stood still, waiting for its prey to step into the trap.

Unfortunately, this had no effect on Ailin, who had seen through its trickery.

"Pat-pat~ pat-pat~"

With steady footsteps, Ailin feigned confusion.

The silver sword in his right hand hung limply, but he could grip it at any moment; the silver blade reflected a pale red light.

It looked particularly eerie in the thick fog.

"Pat-pat~ pat-pat~"

The Foglet's hideous face drew closer.

Saliva dripped from its dark yellowish-black mouth, and its two sharp claws twitched, ready to pounce.

Upon closer inspection, the Foglet's eerie humanoid form and deathly pale skin sent chills down one's spine.

The Witcher apprentice was almost upon them, but the monster merely extended its claws.

"Damn monster, it has pretty good patience."

Ailin cursed inwardly, his right hand secretly tightening its grip on Elsa's.

The next moment, just as the Witcher apprentice was within three steps of the monster, Ailin gripped his silver sword tightly with both hands.

Charge forward, spin around, and slash.

"Pfft!"

A pale red light flashed.

The enormous head fell from the slender body.

The sharp claws only reacted after its head was severed, wildly waving in the air, but the witcher apprentice easily dodged them with a sidestep.

The battle was so easy that Ailin felt he had wasted a bottle of Necrophage Oil.

"Is this the joy of knowing information in advance when a witcher goes hunting?"

The Witcher apprentice couldn't help but click his tongue, thinking to himself.

Etc!

Ailin suddenly felt as if something was missing.

Um?

Wrong!

Why haven't the raid ratings for Witcher's Handbook's Notes been released yet?

"Swish~ Swish~"

Just then, he heard the sound of wind rustling through the bushes behind him.

The witcher apprentice instantly became alert, but it was too late.

"Snap!"

A sudden force struck from behind, and the sound of shattering glass rang out.

Quen Shield has been broken!

Ignoring the muddy ground, Ailin rolled over and stood up with the force of the push, once again channeling her magic.

A flash of golden light.

The Witcher Apprentice's leather armor was once again reinforced with Quen Shield.

At that moment, Ailin also saw the culprit.

Blue eyes, gray skin, bald head, thin body.

It's the second Foglet!

"Damn it, where did this Foglet come from?"

Is there a third one?

With the situation unclear, the Witcher Apprentice did not take advantage of the moment when the Foglet was pushed away and lost its balance by the force of the broken Quen Shield to launch an attack.

Instead, he remained vigilant, quickly surveying his surroundings and carefully observing the eerie and sinister woods and bushes shrouded in thick fog.

Ailin found nothing unusual except for a waist-high bush near where the Foglet had fallen, which showed signs of being trampled.

He was not attacked again.

so.

"There should only be one left."

But.

Why wasn't it discovered before?

The Witcher Apprentice didn't consider himself a careless person.

Before preparing to kill the first Foglet, he carefully observed his surroundings with the Mirage Pearl.

It was precisely because after careful observation that he only saw one monster that the witcher apprentice dared to disguise himself and hunt it.

Otherwise, how could he have so carelessly turned his back to an unknown enemy?

Ailin was filled with doubts for a moment, but his doubts were answered the next moment.

"Whoosh~"

The Foglet, knocked to the ground by the shattered shield, got up and turned into mist, dissipating and merging into the surrounding thick fog.

Even when Ailin used the Mirage Pearl to sense things, he couldn't detect anything unusual.

"This mist-like skill doesn't seem to be an illusion!" he thought to himself.

Is that why mirage pearls are ineffective against this?

Or is this still an illusion, just beyond the mirage pearl's perception capabilities?

While pondering, the Witcher apprentice quickly raised his sword to mid-section to protect himself, carefully observing the movement of the thick fog.

Sure enough, the Witcher's keen senses detected that a small patch of mist was moving exceptionally fast.

"That's it!"

With a shout in his heart, Ailin stomped his foot and rushed to the front of the unusually thick fog in the blink of an eye.

Spinning slash!

The silver sword, gleaming with red light, pierced through the white mist in the blink of an eye.

Strangely, Elsa didn't manage to cut anything, as if it were just an ordinary fog.

"Damn it, this can't be an illusion!"

The Witcher apprentice's heart sank slightly. Just as he was about to retreat and dodge, he suddenly heard a scream.

"Chirp—"

The mist that had been slashed by the silver sword instantly condensed back into the shape of Foglet.

Moreover, after the monster appeared, the gray flesh on its hideous face twisted, as if it were in great pain.

Her slender body trembled, and she seemed somewhat unbalanced.

Upon seeing this, the Witcher's eyes lit up.

Holding the sword with both hands, he bent over and charged forward.

"Pfft"

In the blink of an eye, the silver sword's blade pierced the Foglet's throat.

He took a few steps and circled the monster once.

The foul-smelling blood splattered onto Ailin's face in an instant.

"Bite!"

[Slay the monster "Foglet"!]

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