A World Stage of Shifting Shadows

An uproar immediately swept through the Hall of Glory.

The Brotherhood of Sorcerers held influence across the entire Northern Continent. Due to their geography, national strength, and economic standing, Temeria, Redania, and Kedwen perhaps had more sorcerers from the Advanced Council.

But because the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and Ban Ard had both been unexpectedly transported to the Cave of a Thousand Monsters, while most pampered sorcerers spent their days busy in laboratories, not many sorcerers in the Hall of Glory knew the name Ailin.

Now, hearing of a witcher whose exploits were so exaggerated they could only be called great achievements, even the high sorcerers who regarded witchers as creations of sorcerers, cleanup tools, and beneath their contempt became interested and began asking around.

"Godslayer? Have witchers become so arrogant these days?"

"Which god did he slay? I haven't heard any news of an Evil God returning during the first half of the year."

"Why would the Bloody Red Fox take a witcher as an apprentice? Can those brutes from the School of the Wolf, who only know how to swing longswords, learn alchemy too? I always thought that was the School of the Griffin's style..."

"Sword Oil? What is that? What? It lets ordinary warriors easily kill Ghouls?!! A formula created by a witcher? Are you sure?"

"What does Meritellie's Holy Son mean? Aren't there only priestesses and female healers in the Temple of Melitele in Arland?"

Fringilla Vigo tilted her head as she gathered the various half-true rumors circulating through the hall. She could hardly believe that the owner of those stories and titles was the creator of Sword Oil Lady Vesemir had just mentioned.

Just as everyone instinctively questioned, the supernatural world had never lacked all manner of things: dragons, witch doctors, alchemy, giants, vampires...

But