Geralt's Father, Ailin's Die-Hard Fan!

"Vera..." The mistress of the Druid Circle of Myna was clearly stunned. Even the Mental Fluctuation in the communication spell rippled. "Are you talking about the Crimson Fox, Vera?"

It was a pointless question, yet the Mental Fluctuation it conveyed caught the witcher off guard. It was like meeting a roommate at the start of freshman year, only to discover he knew Milk Tea Jay and could even call him over for milk tea. The shock came with a burst of delight.

This made Ailin realize that although Vera had mentioned Visenna before, the two sorceresses did not seem acquainted at all.

And Visenna, the mistress of the Druid Circle of Myna, appeared to be one of Vera's admirers.

After some thought, the former made sense. If they had truly been familiar with each other, she could not possibly have failed to recognize the messenger bird.

When he woke up, he would not have been lying on a barren mountain path in the Amell Mountains, but in a soft bed on the third floor of Kaer Morhen's eastern tower.

As for the latter...

People tended to underestimate those they knew and overestimate strangers.

Having spent so much time with Vera and grown accustomed to her image as a gentle, obedient mother, the witcher had unconsciously underestimated her status in the supernatural world, especially among sorceresses.

Thinking about it now, Ianna, the pontiff of the Meritellie Cult—the faith with the widest reach and most followers on the Northern Continent—was Vera's adopted daughter.

Tissaia de Vries, the strongest sorceress on the Northern Continent, was a close friend Vera could speak freely with.

Adda of Vengerberg, the only female adept among the Mountain Folk, had once given her a messenger bird. After stripping Sadia, the legitimate heir of the Elf King bloodline, of