I Reincarnated Again?!!

War!

The deafening cries of battle rose from all directions.

He jolted awake in terror and found himself standing in a narrow alley hemmed in by city walls, low houses, and crude shanties.

Filthy water ran along the city wall, its surface glinting with an ominous dark-red sheen at his feet. The pungent smell in the air was not that of household refuse or human and animal waste, but the thick scent of rust—of corpses scorched by fire...

Where am I?!! The sight before him made his mind buzz.

"Boom~"

A sudden explosion shook the city wall, houses, and shanties violently. Even the ground trembled. Before he could think, he instinctively stepped into the filthy water and pressed his back against the wall.

The violent tremors within the wall numbed his bones, as if an electric current were flowing through his muscles, skeleton, and veins.

Wasn't I on the Old Road between Brugge and Amelia?

The solid, slick sensation against his back calmed him down and reminded him who he was and where he ought to be.

This was not the Druid Circle of Myna. This was Myna City? Had war broken out in Myna? Had Vera and Vesemir suffered an accident and been forced apart from him?

No!

After calming down completely, Ailin realized that all four of his limbs were intact. He could run and jump, with no sign whatsoever of serious injury.

Given the injuries he had sustained in Ban Ard, even with the three Witcher Potions—Swallow, Full Moon, and White Raffard's Decoction—along with Vera and Adda of Vengerberg's medical skills, it should have taken at least a month before he could walk like a healthy, normal person.

A month.

They should have reached the Druid Circle of Myna long ago. How could they suddenly be in