Chaos Source Above, Where the Hell Have I Ended Up?!

Mary and Philippa Eilhart exchanged absurd looks.

The mission to rescue Henn Gedimidis had clearly been stalled for nearly a month.

Mary had repeatedly failed to persuade her mentor. Only after much difficulty had she finally made up her mind and prepared extensively—both materially and mentally—to defy her mentor's wishes and act first, report later.

As for Philippa Eilhart, who had thrown herself heart and soul into helping Rado reclaim his kingdom, the endless soothing, lobbying, and scheming had made rescuing Henn Gedimidis feel like something that had happened half a year ago.

Yet they had only just finished discussing who should sneak into Ban Ard with Ailin to rescue Henn Gedimidis...

In the brief time it took for the sun to disperse the morning mist, Henn Gedimidis had somehow already been rescued.

For a moment, they even felt that it was not the autumnal equinox, but Candlemas, four or five months after the winter solstice.

And the southern tower was no longer an ordinary stone stairway, but the Corridor of Time.

Soyer and Vera were equally bewildered. Ailin had clearly left Kaer Morhen yesterday because of Francesca Findabair's letter.

Why had he rescued Henn Gedimidis overnight?

"Is that true?!!"

Tissaia de Vries strode forward excitedly, approaching Vilgefortz and Lydia van Bredevoort.

Vilgefortz tactfully took the heavy burden from his back, gently placed it on the ground, and lifted the Magic-Concealing Black Cloth.

The formidable pressure unique to the magic source, Henn Gedimidis, instantly blanketed the entire bailey.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The griffin and wolf-shaped iron medallions on the chests of Geralt Morra, Soyer, and the newly arrived Vesemir, Aristo, and Dante trembled violently.

Azure Glow flickered within the translucent gel, brightening and dimming like breathing. It illuminated Henn Gedimidis in his black sorcerer's star-patterned robes, his hands shackled in