A Different Call of Nature!

"Vera, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Vera remained silent, lowering her head to watch dust dance in the sunlight.

Tissaia de Vries sighed softly. "Ailin's armor has already been repaired. Once I enchant it, it'll be delivered next week."

"The cost..."

Tissaia de Vries waved a hand, cutting her off. "The cost has already been included in the commission payment."

Then, without waiting for Vera's reply, she gently shook her head, turned, and stepped into the portal.

"Bang—"

The portal collapsed in the center of the Wooden Hut and vanished.

Vera stared blankly at the place where the portal had disappeared, silent for a long while.

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"You really slept for a long time, Ailin!"

Before Dante even entered the house, his hearty voice had already carried inside.

"Creak—"

After the wooden door was pushed open, Dante, Vesemir, and Geralt Morra entered together. They were the first visitors to come see him after Francesca Findabair and Mary had left.

After all, it was still early. Sorcerers, regardless of gender, mostly had a habit of sleeping in.

Witchers were different. Their bodies, rather than their swords, were their strongest weapons. They needed constant training to keep them from rusting away when there were no contracts, so that when a contract came, they would not die unexpectedly.

Dante, Vesemir, and Geralt Morra were all wearing training shirts, their chests and backs soaked with sweat. They had clearly just finished a fairly intense workout.

"I never expected it to take this long. A whole month passed before I knew it..."

Ailin gave a bitter smile and instinctively tried to prop himself up, only for a faint ache and weakness to spread through every limb and bone.

"You've only just awakened. Lady Adda said you still need some time to recover,"