Who Is Painted in History's Long Gallery?

Tissaia de Vries's response settled the matter, and the topic of the witcher came to an end.

Just as Fringilla Vigo had expected, sorcerers, the eternal protagonists of the supernatural world, whether intentionally or not, would not allow a witcher to occupy too much time at such a solemn meeting.

And since Tissaia de Vries had extended an invitation, rather than discussing, debating, and studying someone who was not present, it would be better to observe and investigate him face-to-face.

As for whether the witcher might refuse?

That was not even worth considering.

No one on the Northern Continent could refuse the united will of the entire Brotherhood of Sorcerers. Not even kings, let alone a witcher.

Therefore.

The discussion in the Hall of Glory swiftly shifted from Ailin, the witcher himself, toward larger issues, such as...

Did the recent unrest and heightened aggression among Lesser Monsters, combined with the sharp rise in the concentration of free-floating elements in the air, prove that the Northern Continent was about to face a new Magic Tide?

The Brotherhood of Sorcerers and the human nations of the Northern Continent would inevitably face a major reshuffling because of this string of events. How should they maintain the balance?

Kedwen had fallen, and Ard had suppressed its internal strife. It seemed poised to raise an army again and completely devour Kedwen. Should the Brotherhood of Sorcerers intervene?

And the Wild Hunt...

And the descending snowline of the Dragon Mountains, and the prophecies...

Fringilla Vigo watched the Advanced Council take on the solemn, dignified bearing she had imagined it should possess—planning for the future of humanity and the supernatural world—yet, for some reason, she no longer felt the excitement she ought to have felt.

She wrinkled her nose, and a faint scent of rust entered