The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes

"Elves..."

Perhaps due to Allen's close relationship with Vera, or perhaps Tissaia simply needed someone to share the confusion that had been weighing on her, she didn't hold back: "He said that those Wild Hunt riders, just like the mountain folk driven to the Blue Mountains by humans, are all elves."

Allen blinked, his brow furrowing.

Had Sunny actually found reliable documents and evidence to prove this, or was he simply trying to deflect attention?

This was an important question.

Because, just like the pact to banish the dark god, resistance to elves was a common stance among all the northern continent's nations.

Scattered elves could live in various countries, and coastal nations had a relatively lenient attitude toward all non-human races, including elves. But the overall rise of elves was absolutely not permitted.

Almost all of the Witcher world's countries had been taken from the elves by force. And the Wild Hunt, with the power to destroy Ban Ard, had clearly surpassed the realm of mere 'rise.'

If this was truly confirmed...

The war between Kaedwen and Aedirn would immediately be mediated, and even if Demavend II was reluctant, he would have to redirect his forces toward the deeper parts of the Blue Mountains, where the elves resided.

From any perspective, this would be a blow to the Wolf School.

"Is there any evidence?" Allen asked casually, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"I don't know," Tissaia shook her head. "He just sent me a magical message, and then Augusta's request for help arrived."

"I see," Allen said thoughtfully.

Had it been before today, he might have believed Tissaia's words right away, especially since so many Wild Hunt riders had died that day—how could there not have been a single body left behind?

But he had just acquired the "Wild Hunt's Warlord Armor."

The Warlord Armor of the Wild Hunt had the ability to "regenerate"—the armor could teleport its wearer back to Tir na Lia upon sacrifice.

Even if Hen Gedymdeith' magic had been powerful, with the strength of the Warlord Armor, there were only two possible outcomes: either the Wild Hunt riders' bodies were obliterated, or they were teleported back.

Because the true form of the Wild Hunt—also known as Aen Elle—was devoid of any deterrent effect on other creatures.

The Wild Hunt, which had ruled and plundered across the worlds, relied entirely on fear. Thus, while it wasn't impossible, the chances of leaving behind distinguishable corpses were incredibly slim.

And besides, seven or eight days ago, the sorcerers clearly didn't know the true identity of the Wild Hunt.

Serra's body, destroyed in the grand explosion by Parnoys, would surely be reduced to nothing but ash.

Could it really have been just that single word in Elder Speech?

Although Elder Speech was said to have been brought into this world by Aen Sidhe, treants, mermaids, sirens, and many other intelligent creatures from the celestial alignments also spoke it.

Using this alone as evidence seemed overly biased.

"But I think it might truly be elves..." Tissaia's voice broke Allen's train of thought.

"Why?" Allen asked, surprised.

"Have you heard of the prophecy of the Oracle Ithlinne?" Tissaia didn't seem to expect him to answer, instead softly reciting:

"Know this, the time of sword and axe is near, the era of the cold wolf and snowstorm."

"The world shall die in frost, and be reborn under the new sun."

"Ess'tuath esse! It is inevitable! Pay attention to the signs!"

"To know what the signs are..."

"First..."

She paused, her deep, dark eyes suddenly locking onto Allen, as if no thought of his could hide from her gaze.

This made him instinctively want to look away, but he forced himself to hold her gaze.

At the same time, the prophecy... or perhaps the curse... echoed in his mind.

"Filius Miraculi—The Child of Miracles—will be born in the land of bitter cold."

"Death and rebirth, a being not of men will bring blood and fire."

"Then..."

Allen found himself speaking the words aloud, his voice matching Tissaia's melody, the noise around them suddenly quieting.

"Aen Seidhe—Elf blood—shall drown the land, and you shall all weep, for the destroyer of kingdoms is near."

"Your lands will be trampled and divided."

"Your cities shall burn, and your people will flee."

"Bats, owls, and crows shall haunt your homes, and serpents and insects will make their nests there..."

When Allen snapped back to reality, he realized he had unconsciously recited half of the prophecy, and felt unusually clear-headed.

He glanced around.

Though his voice had been loud and clear, the sorceresses didn't react at all, continuing to listen to Ithlinne's arrangements. When he looked their way, a few boldly shot him a flirtatious glance.

Ithlinne and Vesemir, standing close by, seemed equally oblivious.

It was as though he hadn't just spoken a prophecy, but merely lost his focus for a moment.

In a daze, Allen turned his gaze back to Tissaia.

"A little gift, Vera's most prized alchemy apprentice," Tissaia's dark, pearl-like eyes blinked, and a smile curled at her lips, "And of course, two lessons..."

"The Witcher school's insignia isn't all-powerful, and..." She extended her slender finger, lightly tapping his chest, then elegantly moved it to his forehead, "Mental protection doesn't make you immune to all forms of mental control."

Allen paused, the faint scent of ink carried on the breeze, and instinctively opened his Witcher's journal to take a quick glance.

Character Info: Allen

[Name: Allen]

[Age: 14]

[Title: Child of Miracles]

[Level: 66]

[Health: 100%, Stamina 640/640, Mana 800/800]

[Attributes: Strength 70, Agility 61, Constitution 63, Perception 85 (+2), Mysticism 80 (+1)]

Impressive!

A little gift granted two points in Perception and one in Mysticism.

No wonder he felt so refreshed.

Truly the most powerful sorceress on the Northern Continent.

As for the two lessons...

The school insignia wasn't specifically meant to counter powerful sorcerers; it was more than enough to deal with regular sorcerers or sorceresses. Besides, his wolf insignia could grow stronger, though he wasn't sure what the requirements were. Still, the future looked promising.

However, the fact that the divine Wall wasn't foolproof against all forms of mental control was definitely something to be cautious about.

"Back to the point," Tissaia said. "Have you noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"When many let their guard down, thinking Ithlinne was just a vague liar and charlatan, the prophecy had already quietly begun—and it's been in progress for quite some time."

Tissaia's dark eyes locked onto Allen again, though this time he didn't feel that same compelling aura.

"The Child of Miracles has already been born."

Allen, having anticipated this, suppressed the tumult of emotions rising in him, forcing himself to maintain a calm demeanor as he replied in feigned surprise: "How... how is this possible?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Tissaia smiled faintly, almost as though she were teaching a stubborn apprentice.

She explained in a measured tone, "Aedirn and Aen Sidhe's war ended only thirteen years ago. Kaedwen, in recent years, has been hunting down and killing those elves who have hidden deep in the mountains."

"The blood of elves has already flowed like rivers."

"And now..."

Tissaia looked up again, this time at the northeastern sky, speaking in a trance-like manner:

"The destroyer of nations has already arrived. Kaedwen is its first target. It has killed the King of Kaedwen, sparking the war to divide the nation. Now it is burning down Kaedwen's most powerful city, Ban Ard..."

"Your lands will be trampled and divided."

"Your cities will burn, and your people will flee."

"Kaedwen may just be the first unfortunate one."

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After a long time, Tissaia finally returned to herself from her muttering, meeting Allen's piercing blue cat eyes:

"The current turmoil is no coincidence, Witcher. This is just the beginning."

"Countless disasters foretold in the prophecy await their fulfillment, and perhaps, in the end, the White Frost will arrive..."

"This is why we came?"

"The Northern Continent needs the power of order now more than ever, and the power of order must be upheld."

"For example, the Novigradian Union?" Allen asked.

"Especially the Novigradian Union," Tissaia nodded. "The Novigradian Union also needs the power of Witchers. Too bad, back then..."

She didn't continue, as it would have been impolite to elaborate.

Too bad the Witchers weren't created yet... Allen silently added to her unspoken thought.

"Why are you telling me this? I'm just an ordinary Witcher," he couldn't help but ask. "Master Vesemir is more suited for this..."

"No!" Tissaia shook her head, cutting him off.

"The Blue Death, the Griffin Slayer, the genius Witcher alchemist, the savior of Ellander, the Knight Witcher… Your name is already being sung in the taverns of Aretuza."

"You are the one most suited to represent the Wolf School, to represent the future of Witchers. Not to mention..."

She raised an eyebrow at Allen, her words carrying a deeper meaning: "You're Vera's alchemy apprentice, so our connection is even closer."

Allen was silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "So you support Sunny's conclusion? That the Wild Hunt is made up of elves?"

Tissaia seemed surprised by his question. After considering it for a few seconds, she shook her head: "No, I neither support nor deny it. After all, he hasn't provided any evidence yet."

"And we all believe that the true value of Ban Ard doesn't lie with Sunny and the radicals, but with Hen Gedymdeith."

"Only with his Witcher Academy can we stand on equal footing with the Northern Continent."

We… Allen's thoughts shifted as he realized this must be something he had said in front of Ianna and the old Duke, and it was having an effect now.

"The Temple of Melitele is more concerned about you than I imagined," Tissaia teased, interrupting his train of thought. "Who can say you aren't the Witcher best suited to represent Witchers?"

Allen looked up and saw Ianna, having finished arranging matters in the temple, walking toward them with suspicious wide eyes, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Think about what I've said, and then take it back to the Wolf School, to Grandmaster Sol."

Snap!

Tissaia lightly snapped her fingers.

The surrounding noise grew louder almost instantly.

Allen's cat-like blue eyes widened slightly as he realized he hadn't noticed that Tissaia had cast a soundproofing barrier from the very beginning.

"By the way," Tissaia turned back, giving a parting instruction. "When you see Vera, please tell her..."

"What she's been striving for is starting to take shape. Have her come to Aretuza as soon as possible."

"I will," Allen nodded slightly.

Tissaia gave a gentle smile, elegantly greeted Ianna, and then left with the sorceresses.

"What did she say to you?" Ianna's previously smiling face turned wary as soon as Tissaia was gone.

Allen looked at the graceful figure leaving and sighed. "She said that the Wild Hunt and the arrival of the Dark Gods are just the beginning... that the world is about to fall into chaos."

Ianna paused, then also sighed. "This world has never been peaceful..."

She quickly composed herself. "Mason has already gone to mobilize the army, and Tissaia will be joining them."

"Are we leaving now?"

"Yes," Ianna nodded. "The army's mobilization will take time. It will take time to march from Ellander to the southern slopes of Mahakam. If we wait any longer, it might be too late. Vesemir already gave you the instructions... Where's Vesemir?"

"I asked him to help me gather some materials," Allen said. "I have no objections to the previous arrangements, but I need to craft a few tools. Perhaps they can replace the dwarven bombs to destroy the monster nests, though we should still bring the dwarven bombs along."

"Do we have time?"

"Some simple alchemical applications won't take long."

With that, Allen prepared to take his leave. Vesemir should have the materials ready by now.

"Allen!" Ianna suddenly called out to him. "No matter what you plan to do, may Melitele protect you and bring you back safely!"

Allen turned back. "You too, Mother Ianna."

"May Melitele protect you and bring you back safely!"

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Returning to the Witcher's quarters, Allen could already smell the strong, foul stench of ghoul oil wafting in the air from a distance.

The grapeshots weren't difficult to make—within an hour, he had crafted fifteen of them.

After testing them, the power was decent, just slightly weaker than the dwarven bombs, but the quantity could make up for that.

He had arranged to meet Vesemir in the forest behind Moën Village to deliver the bombs. Allen would take ten bombs along with ghoul oil and catch up with the main force.

Afterward, Allen reassured the young Witcher who had been left behind at the temple.

Bang—

The door to the room shut, leaving the smell of ghoul oil and the tense atmosphere of war outside.

Allen glanced around the empty room and let out a deep sigh.

"Only the essence left..."

He opened his Witcher's journal.

[Inventory: Scurver Heart Essence 1, Alghoul Heart Essence 7, Rotfiend Heart Essence 33]

The Alghoul essence increased strength and vitality. Vesemir, whose perception was near its limit, could technically use it.

But during the last ambush on Vilgefortz, Vesemir had taken too long to adapt to the essence and the purification of his spirit.

With the Dark Gods to face soon, an unadapted body could be fatal for a Witcher. It would be better to wait until after this mission.

"The real problem is which essence to use..."

He switched to his personal stats panel.

[Affinity: Water 13 (Mana Source·Water 3%), Earth 13 (Mana Source·Earth 3%), Wind 10 (Mana Source·Wind 0%), Fire 8, Space 2]

"My Fire Element affinity is still two points short. I wonder if having all four affinities above ten will cause any changes..."

He took a deep breath and focused his mind.

[Do you wish to use Scurver Heart Essence 1?]

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