Genius Ailin?

"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"

Ailin walked down the mountain path, her feet sinking into the soft snow.

As far as the eye can see.

Killer Lake's waters rippled, and the riverbanks were shaded by trees, so no one could be seen.

But he knew that someone was waiting for him there, hoping for his safe return.

then.

Ailin took a deep breath, tugged at Old Spearhead's hair, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Buzz~"

Suddenly, Ailin's chest began to tremble.

He instinctively entered the Magic Vision of the Wolf Emblem.

A white light flashed across the sky not far away.

At the same time, an uncomfortable feeling of being watched made his scalp tingle, as if he were being targeted by something.

Someone is observing him using magical artifacts.

"The School of the Wolf actually has such magical items."

Exiting the Magic Vision, Ailin muttered to himself before continuing on his way.

This is School of the Wolf territory, so the only ones spying on him could be Witchers from the School of the Wolf.

"Snap~ Snap~ Snap~"

The sound of snow being trampled.

The azure waters of Killer Lake slowly magnified in his eyes.

Before I could even make out the figure hidden among the trees, the badge on my chest vibrated again.

A gentle force suddenly appeared behind him, pushing him forward.

Although he could resist this force with a slight tremor of his body, after a moment's thought, Ailin let it pull him over.

The scenery beside me was blurred into various shades of white.

After about two or three seconds, it returned to normal.

All that remained before Ailin's eyes was a hazy, descending snow mist.

Although they couldn't see where they were, their keen sense of smell carried the scent of the lake water.

"I've reached Killer Lake," Ailin thought.

"But this power..."

As he savored the magical power that had just moved so rapidly, the snow mist in front of him was suddenly pushed aside by a gust of air.

A slender figure rushed over and hugged him tightly.

moment.

The refreshing scent of oranges mixed with cardamom wafts over you.

"It's Lady Vesemir." Ailin realized instantly.

Hot tears streamed down her neck and into her leather armor, accompanied by a warm embrace.

Ailin paused for a moment, then instinctively crossed her arms.

After he realized what was happening, he felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that the Sorceress was worried about his safety.

Whether this excessive worry stems from a preference for children due to infertility or from relief due to the safety of investment products.

It feels good to be cared for like that.

He gently patted the Sorceress's thin back and spoke softly:

"Lady Vesemir, I've returned as promised!"

The figure in his arms froze upon hearing this.

Smack!

A snap of the fingers.

Ailin felt a tremor in his chest, and the Sorceress in his arms withdrew her hands.

She took a step back and looked at Ailin.

Ailin was also looking at her.

His familiar, exquisite makeup looked perfectly normal. If it weren't for the lingering warmth on his skin, he would have thought that the scalding tears were just an illusion.

"Ailin, welcome back."

After scrutinizing him for a few seconds, the Sorceress's pretty face relaxed, and she smiled and stepped aside.

The snow fog had long since dissipated, and Ailin immediately spotted Vesemir, whose face was filled with relief.

"Ailin, congratulations on becoming a true Witcher!"

Before the newly minted witcher could reply with thanks, he suddenly saw a figure that surprised and delighted him.

"Leto?"

What are you doing here?

Ailin thought that if she wanted to see him again, she would have to wait until at least next winter.

Upon hearing this, Leto glanced at the gentle-looking Sorceress, his body trembled inexplicably, and he forced a dry laugh:

"Well... Lady Vesemir happened to meet me in Ad Kalley and brought me back..."

Then, changing the subject:

"And congratulations on becoming a true Witcher!"

"It looks like I'll be seeing you at the long table in the castle hall tonight."

"You don't look like you just picked this up on the way..." Ailin thought to herself.

Since the Sorceress was right next to him, he didn't ask any further questions.

Just then.

A voice suddenly came from behind.

"You... you're called Ailin, right? And what are those two things behind you...?"

After hesitating for a moment, the old witcher with gray hair stepped forward and asked.

The other witchers also turned their attention to what was behind him.

They became curious when Leto noticed what Ailin was carrying.

Their keen senses allowed them to identify which parts of the monster were affected.

However, the snow mist that accompanied Ailin when she was drawn there by magic covered everything behind her.

The Sorceress had just lost her temper, suddenly rushed forward again, making it difficult for them to ask questions, which is why they had been waiting until now.

"They are the heads of the King of Ice and Old Spearhead!"

Ailin drew the dagger he used to process materials and cut off the hair from the Old Spearhead on his body.

"Snap~"

The two heavy monster heads sank into the snow instantly.

Everyone's gaze then fell to the ground.

In an instant, the Killer Lake fell silent.

Witcher Master Dante stared intently at the ground, not daring to turn his head, as if the two things on the ground would suddenly disappear if he did.

One eye, gray skin, and that signature long hair.

It's definitely the Old Spearhead.

Apart from some damage to the skin and flesh, the King of Ice's head features were exactly the same as the one he had seen before.

How could the King of Ice appear in the Trial of the Mountains?

Shouldn't such large monsters have their own territory?

In an instant, a flood of questions arose, leaving Dante unsure where to begin.

Most other Witcher Master are like Dante.

Some of them had just returned to Kaer Morhen and didn't even know what kind of monster the King of Ice was, so they were whispering among themselves asking him about it.

"Ailin, can you tell us how you did it?"

The chief walked over and broke the chaos with his voice.

Ailin nodded and, following the story he had already prepared, said:

"After Huus and the others left, I planned to shake off Old Spearhead and find an opportunity to enter the cave..."

"Who knew that during their escape, the ground suddenly shook, and the King of Ice suddenly emerged from the cave of the Old Spearhead..."

About half an hour later, the story was finished.

Ailin simply distanced himself from the appearance of the Drowners King, attributing the monster's appearance to a sudden accident.

The rest of the story follows the principle of nine parts truth and one part falsehood, roughly recounting the conflict between the Drowners King and the Old Spearhead Snipe and Clam, and how Ailin, the fisherman, profited.

Only the Sorceress here has the ability to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but she is on Ailin's side.

So when he spoke, he showed no sign of guilt.

His confident and self-assured attitude left the several Witcher Master looking at each other in bewilderment.

The biggest plot hole in the story is actually the appearance of the Drowners King.

But it really did happen.

The head of the Drowners King lay at everyone's feet.

Could it be that Ailin can manipulate the Conjunction of the Spheres and summon the Drowners King from another world?

Compared to this possibility, people are more inclined to believe that Ailin was either too unlucky or too lucky, and just happened to encounter the Conjunction of the Spheres.

I encountered it twice in a row.

Another point that has caught everyone's attention is...

"Could you demonstrate the Ice Lance Spell for us?" Leto asked curiously after hearing the story.

Ailin nodded upon hearing this.

He had expected this long ago.

Moreover, this kind of thing can't be hidden, as he will eventually have to use the skills he gets from the treasure chest.

Moreover, he had performed exceptionally well in the Dharma Seal class in the past.

Therefore, rather than using it secretly and clandestinely, he should use his reputation as a genius to convince the demon hunters of his abilities.

then.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Ailin began to chant a mysterious incantation.

"Croak~ Croak~ Croak croak..."

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