Beyond Your Imagination
Ailin shook his head, his inflated ego returning to normal.
He took down a pure white cotton towel hanging on the rack and wiped the water stains off his body.
The Sorceress had really prepared everything, even folding new clothes and spreading them on the bed.
"Does Lady Vesemir consider me her own child?"
Ailin changed into a white silk nightgown and lay down on the bed.
Feeling this almost meticulous care, he really felt like he had another mother.
Although he was an orphan in both his past and present lives, he never experienced maternal love.
However, in his imagination, his mother seemed to be just like that.
She would arrange everything in her life perfectly, worry about his future, and rejoice in his achievements...
"Eh~"
Ailin sighed.
Is this just wishful thinking on his part, or perhaps a shared regret across two lifetimes?
But.
The Sorceress may indeed think and act this way now, but what about the future?
They raise the children when they feel like it, and neglect them when they lose interest.
He had witnessed this many times in the orphanage of his previous life...
Orphans who are returned to their parents' homes often become despondent and never recover.
Fortunately, he already had a foothold in this world and the ability to support himself, so he did not rely entirely on the Sorceress's favor.
but.
"How can I ever repay such a heavy debt of gratitude?" Ailin couldn't help but sigh again.
The next morning.
Ailin woke up on time.
His biological clock, ingrained over a month or even years, makes him wake up at a certain time.
It surpasses all alarm clocks of the past.
"Squeak~"
The balcony door was opened.
The biting wind, carrying the unique freshness of the forest and snow-capped mountains, blew through my bathrobe, instantly filling the dimly lit room.
The polluted air that had accumulated overnight was instantly cleared away.
Ailin slowly took two steps forward, gently touched the gray marble railing, and looked up into the distance.
The sky was azure blue.
Silky clouds drifted leisurely.
They floated among the mountains, among the trees, and in front of the terrace.
It can be grasped with an outstretched hand.
Several days of heavy snow have turned the mountains and forests white, resembling an ice and snow kingdom.
"So beautiful!"
Ailin couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the breath of the mountains carry away his thoughts.
He suddenly discovered another benefit of his Water Element Affinity: cold resistance.
The five points of intimacy allowed him to stay in the wind for at least two hours, even while wearing a bathrobe.
"Slap~ Slap~"
The sound of the wooden stick striking the ground, accompanied by soft shouts, interrupted Ailin's contemplation of nature.
He opened his eyes and looked down.
On the training stakes for apprentices, a figure wearing leather armor and blindfolded is dodging the stakes that are bumping back and forth.
It's Huus.
To be honest, this kind of apprentice training is no longer of any use to these witchers who have already gone through the Trial of Grasses.
Huus must have known this principle too.
But every dodge and sword swing he made was done with great seriousness and focus.
"Eh~"
Ailin sighed, remained silent, turned and went back to her room to wash and tidy up.
About ten minutes later,
Ailin changed into the new clothes prepared by the Sorceress and the freshly cleaned leather armor, and left the room.
"Slap~ Slap~"
On the training stakes for apprentices, Huus was still training with his eyes covered.
However, judging from his effortless movements, it was clear that the effect was minimal.
For Huus, this kind of training could only keep his footwork level from declining, nothing more.
For a Witcher, there are only two ways to increase their strength.
A type of Mutated Organ that grows as a Witcher ages naturally modifies the body and enhances its attributes.
Or perhaps it's a constant tempering process amidst life and death. This can improve the level of various skills and stimulate Mutated Organ, accelerating the rate of attribute enhancement.
Aside from the high risk of early death, this method has no other drawbacks.
Ailin watched from below without making a sound.
He knew why Huus was doing this futile work.
He discovered it yesterday while he was on the ship.
As always, Huus focused on Ailin, constantly providing emotional value such as amazement, praise, and envy.
However, his words clearly conveyed negative emotions such as disappointment, helplessness, and resentment at being weak.
Huus and Ailin grew up together and went through life and death together.
For Huus, Ailin was his brother, his only family in Kaer Morhen and indeed in the world.
Being forced to abandon his loved ones and flee in disarray due to insufficient strength was not something Huus could easily accept.
Even so, it was Ailin's order.
Even so, no one will blame him.
After training, Huus took off his blindfold and immediately saw Ailin smiling.
"Ailin?"
What brings you here?
Ailin pointed upwards towards his room and said:
"After I woke up, I saw some people training, so I came down to take a look."
Huus, somewhat embarrassed by this, said:
Did I disturb you?
Ailin shook his head, looked into Huus's emerald green cat eyes, and asked seriously:
"Huus, do you want to improve your strength?"
Huus was taken aback and remained silent for a long time.
Ailin didn't urge him and casually gave Huus an appraisal.
[Name: Huus]
[Attributes: Strength 6.4, Agility 7.6, Constitution 8.2, Perception 8.4, Mysticism 4.3]
Too weak!
Ailin sighed inwardly.
Such strength doesn't even qualify one as a qualified witcher.
At least 4.3 Mystic's release of Quen couldn't even withstand a normal attack from the Water Ghost.
"Of course I want to, but don't you only have one silver sword?"
Huus's gaze lingered on Elsa, his little face filled with anticipation.
"Cough cough~"
Ailin coughed twice, stepped back slightly with his right foot to block Huus's eager gaze, and quickly said:
"Not a weapon."
Huus looked disappointed, but then asked curiously:
What is that?
Ailin smiled mysteriously and took out a crystal bottle from his Waist Pouch containing potions.
The liquid in the bottle was pale red and slightly viscous, resembling some kind of oil.
This is the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid.
Huus regarded him as a dear friend and family member.
Ailin also valued this child, whom he had seen the moment he opened his eyes.
Huus, along with Bont and Fred, formed the foundation of his Wolf School.
Even Geralt, the protagonist of the story, has to call on his friends when faced with monsters and difficulties that he can't handle.
How could Ailin not know that in the world of Witcher?
Human beings are the greatest force.
so.
He had long harbored the idea of enhancing the abilities of those around him, and his first choice was Huus.
Even though his talent was the worst among the three.
On the one hand, Huus trusted him the most and almost always obeyed him.
On the other hand, perhaps it was also influenced by its predecessor.
After all, Ailin had accepted all of her predecessor's memories.
Although the memories of the past thirty years can completely cover the memories of these mere few years.
But when I wake up in the middle of the night, the perspective in my dreams is often that of my past self.
Training, taking medication, training, taking medication...
Gradually, it became as if they were originally one.
It's as if he was in his past life, and I am in this one.
Therefore, Ailin naturally still harbored feelings for Huus as well.
Although it was very faint.
"Is it a potion like the one used by Killer Whale?"
Huus curiously took the Drowner Heart Essence Fluid.
At Ailin's nod, Hughes drank the Essence Fluid in one gulp without hesitation.
Seeing this, Ailin casually launched another appraisal.
[Name: Huus]
[Attributes: Strength 6.5 (+0.1), Agility 7.6, Constitution 8.4 (+0.2), Perception 8.4, Mysticism 4.3]
"Ailin! Is this a potion that instantly restores stamina?"
After taking it, Huus shouted with delight.
Ailin chuckled softly, glanced at the data beside Hughes, and said meaningfully:
"Hughes, it's much, much better than you think..."
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