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[...Gwendolyn...]

The ethereal, distant voice jolted the witcher awake in alarm.

In the blink of an eye, all the noise vanished.

The wind rustled mournfully. Before him stood tall aspens and a golden carpet blanketing the earth. At the edge of his vision lay a dark green mass, dense and unbroken.

The sacred voice whispering in his ear seemed like nothing more than a dream.

But the witcher knew it had definitely not been a dream. He had truly heard a great being.

That being had been calling for the goddess worshipped by Ithlinne Aglaral Aep Aevynne, the Great Prophet priestess—the Daughter of Spring, Gwendoline, one of the four seasonal gods who had survived the ancient elven cataclysm.

"Was that... Mother Nature?" Ailin murmured in a daze.

The autumn wind howled through the Sacred Forest, but no one answered.

Yet besides Mother Nature, who else could the great being within the Sacred Forest be?

"But why Gwendoline?" Ailin did not understand.

Of course, he knew that Lydia, Geralt Morra's mother, had lived in the Druid Circle of Myna for a long time, until Tomas Morra arrived and killed her.

He also knew that Lydia had been a priestess of Gwendoline, Daughter of Spring, and that she had seemingly carried Gwendolyn's Spring Maiden's Reviving Spirit with her all along.

But he had always assumed that Lydia had come to the Druid Circle of Myna to seek refuge.

After all, decades ago—and even today—elves had constantly been persecuted by humans. The Circle of Druids was one of the few friendly forces, aside from Free Elven camps, willing and able to take them in.

Since Lydia possessed Gwendolyn's Spring Maiden's Reviving Spirit, she must have been planning to revive Gwendoline. It was only natural that she would not remain in a Free Elven