Can You Call Me Mom One More Time?

When Colin had just briefly introduced himself to Lady Vesemir and mentioned Ailin's current condition...

"What?!"

"You said Ailin was seriously injured?"

A shrill scream with incredible piercing force immediately rang out along the Old Road, startling birds from the treetops on either side.

Colin followed the scream with his eyes.

The one who had cried out was not Lady Vesemir, but two women behind her—or rather, girls—who looked to be the same age yet stood several men apart instead of together.

They had evidently just endured a grueling journey, and every inch of them radiated exhaustion they could not conceal.

Yet neither dust, mud, nor sweat could hide their exceptional beauty. Like gold surrounded by silt, they only shone more brilliantly beneath the sunlight.

No matter how unwilling Colin was to admit it, the two girls were more beautiful than Visenna, the woman he loved.

Sorceresses.

Without a doubt, they were sorceresses like Lady Vesemir and Visenna.

And they both liked Ailin... Colin thought.

"Where is he?" Lady Vesemir asked expressionlessly.

Colin hurriedly pointed behind him at an oak tree not far from the Old Road. "Under that oak tree..."

Before he could finish.

Colin only felt a gust of wind sweep past him. Lady Vesemir had already vanished from before him.

The two girls staggered toward the area behind him as well, competing to be first. The people along the Old Road hurriedly made way for them.

"Sorry." Just as Colin came back to his senses, a witcher with dark golden Cat Eyes stepped before him and smiled apologetically. "They're just too worried about Ailin. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Vesemir, Vesemir of the School of the Wolf. This is Dante, Geralt Morra, Vilgefortz, and Lady Adda. Could you tell us how you met Ailin?"

Vilgefortz,