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Bab 149: 150. A Product Never Seen Before.

Witcher.

A product of malicious witchcraft and sorcery, devoid of morals, conscience, and scruples—a true demon's creation. They excel in nothing but killing.

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These venomous words flashed through Bowen's mind. Before being selected as the King's personal guard, he had never seen a living Witcher. Of course, He knew a few things about Witchers, but only a little, mostly from the poems of bards.

After all, Bowen was merely a side branch of the Val family, and knowledge about the extraordinary and mysterious wasn't something a child raised in a remote town would know. Moreover, it seemed that most nobles deliberately concealed information about Witchers from their young descendants, perhaps out of some concern.

As if they were worried that their offspring might get it into their heads to climb Blue Mountain and drink those strange and peculiar potions.

It wasn't until recent years, when the book Freaks, or a Description of Witchers suddenly spread through the court of Kaedwen, that Bowen got his first in-depth understanding of this anomaly among humans. Or at least, what Bowen considered to be in-depth.

"Is it true that they excel in nothing but killing?"

This was his feeling after reading the book for the first time. For a warrior and knight, this could be considered the highest praise.

Not convinced?

Perhaps, But more than that, he was eager to prove himself.

"A bunch of freaks who crawled out of the mud, can they really compare to knights born with noble blood?"

And then today, he saw it.

Fluent movements, spinning sword stances that resembled dancing at a noble's ball. Clearly flawed, looking more like a performance of swordsmanship, yet in just a few moves, he had taken down a creature the Witchers called a wraith. Thinking of the wraith, Bowen's face darkened.

Damn it!

That creature was really strong!

Not only was every attack powerful, but it could also suddenly appear behind you without warning.

The most terrifying part was that his and the captain's attacks had no effect on this ghost-like creature. Many times, their attacks clearly pierced into that tattered body, yet the creature called a wraith didn't react at all. But these Witchers were different. Colorful lights flickered on their bodies. In their eyes, the wraith seemed like a mere toy.

The captain and he struggled to fight even one wraith, but that Witcher named Vesemir was fighting three at once and still had the upper hand. Even more unbelievable was that apprentice.

Cold, blue, eerie cat eyes, as cold as the snow on Blue Mountain.

Looking at you, the chill seemed to touch your soul, and the breath of death blew across your neck. Even the wraith could only last three rounds under such a cold gaze before turning to ashes.

Terrifying!

Terrifying!

Terrifying!

Is he really just another Witcher's apprentice?

Bowen couldn't shake the feeling that this Witcher apprentice, whose name he didn't even know, was stronger than the Witcher named Vesemir.

And...

Is this Witcher apprentice really just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid as he appears?

Clearly, his swordsmanship and footwork were so polished that it seemed like he had been training for over a decade. Even Bowen, who had been practicing swordsmanship since he was four or five, couldn't reach this level at thirteen or fourteen.

No...

Even now, he couldn't reach it.

Even though his swordsmanship was already the best among his peers in the kingdom...

"So, is he really still just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid?"

Bowen couldn't help but repeat this question in his mind.

Could it be that he, like that Witcher named Vesemir, only looked young but was actually forty or fifty years old and had even met Viscount Hudson?

In a daze, Bowen realized that this apprentice had already killed all the wraiths.

Filled with shock and a sense of his worldview being overturned, he licked his dry lips and couldn't help but ask: "W-W-Witcher apprentice, do you also know Viscount Hudson?"

"Hmm?"

Allen was stunned at these words. When did he ever meet Viscount Hudson?

He looked towards the voice. The young knight was holding his sword defensively in front of his chest, as if the wraiths were still there, looking somewhat ridiculous. Noticing Allen's gaze, he finally realized how silly he looked and awkwardly sheathed his sword.

"I don't know Viscount Hudson. Why do you ask?" Allen asked curiously.

The young knight was about to ask more.

"Ah—"

A cry of pain interrupted him.

At this moment, the two knights finally snapped out of their trance from Allen's smooth hunting moves and remembered that a companion was seriously injured in the nearby bushes. They quickly ran over.

"Allen, come here!"

Vesemir's voice suddenly called out, drawing Allen's attention back.

"What's the matter, Master Vesemir?"

Allen jogged over.

He found Vesemir squatting on the ground, looking down at the black powder left by the wraith.

"When wraiths are killed, they usually leave behind a pale green, glowing powder known as specter dust, sometimes accompanied by emerald dust and amethyst dust."

"But I've never seen this kind of black material, filled with extreme malice."

Not specter dust?

Allen was stunned for a moment.

Of course, he knew the types of items that wraiths dropped in the game. But the game is the game, and reality is reality. He had never killed a wraith before, so when he saw this black powder, he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Could it be because of that wraith's purifying spirit?" he thought.

After all, when killing those physical monsters, the Witcher's Journal would also extract their hearts and make heart essence liquid. Vesemir didn't notice his thoughts. Frowning, he looked up at Allen with a serious expression and said: "These spirits left behind something strange after being killed!"

"Although it's rumored that wraiths are tortured by endless, unimaginable pain, filled with anger and resentment, and harbor hatred and jealousy towards the living."

"Yet, the materials they leave behind after death are positive and light in nature."

"And..."

Vesemir looked up at the sky.

It was almost noon, and although there was still a bit of chill in the late winter and early spring wind, the sunlight, shining down from the cloudy sky, still brought a touch of warmth.

"Under normal circumstances, wraiths only appear at night... except for daylight wraiths... but I've never seen wraiths appear during the day..."

"And daylight wraiths are a different type of specter altogether..."

Hearing Vesemir's words, Allen became more serious. After thinking for a moment, he used an identification spell on the pile of faintly malicious powder.

[Name: Residue of Resentment]

[Type: Magical Material]

[Function: Contains the malice of a wraith before death]

[Note: When the good side is stripped away, only pure evil remains!]

The good side was stripped away?

So, it really was because the Witcher's Journal extracted the wraith's purifying spirit!

Allen thought.

But why did the wraith appear during the day?

At that moment, the voice of the middle-aged knight suddenly came from behind Allen and Vesemir.

"Two Witcher... sirs, could you come over here?"

....…

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151. A New Commission.

152. As Strong as a Witcher.

153. What is a Genius Witcher?

154. Sol Henrietta.

155. The Witcher, the King, and the Little Wild Cat.


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"Bear with the pain!"

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream echoed through the ruins. The young knight's face was pale, and the veins on his face bulged. It wasn't surprising that the knight couldn't help but scream.

Salting the wound, removing the poison called "Resentment" by the witchers, and cauterizing the wound with heat to stop the bleeding—these pains were akin to torture. But this was the emergency treatment method for wounds inflicted by wraiths.

Although holy water from the clergy or healing from the priests of the righteous gods could be used, which would undoubtedly be gentler, the gash on the young knight's back was so large, and the blood was flowing so profusely, that he couldn't afford to wait that long.

Vesemir withdrew the glowing red-hot dagger.

"Alright, next, just find a place to bandage it up. There won't be any aftereffects."

"Thank you, Vesemir," the middle-aged knight said gratefully.

Unlike Bowen, who had joined not long ago, Fargo had always been one of his men and had completed many tasks assigned by the king alongside him. Fargo was also a family member, the child of his elder sister.

When he saw Fargo being struck down by that monster during the battle, Serio's heart nearly stopped. He was terrified that Fargo might meet a tragic fate, leaving him unable to face his sister's sorrow.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged knight helped Fargo up, turned his head, and said, "And thank you too… um…"

"My name is Allen."

"Thank you too, Allen… If it weren't for you, Fargo would certainly have lost his life by now," the middle-aged knight said sincerely.

Fargo, too, with sweat covering his face, his complexion pale, nodded weakly in gratitude.

"No need to thank me. You came over to block an attack for me just now."

Allen felt a bit uncomfortable with the middle-aged knight's sudden change in attitude.

"It's only right to watch each other's backs on the battlefield, and with the skill you've shown, I was just adding the finishing touch."

The middle-aged knight shook his head, then stood up straight, and said seriously, "Allen, I am Serio Coel."

"The Coel family owes you a debt."

Then, the middle-aged knight nodded toward Vesemir and was about to help Bowen support Fargo as they headed toward the exit of the ruins. The witcher had spoken the truth. They had come to this castle ruin to drive away the wraiths, not to harbor elves.

There was no longer any need for the knights to risk their lives by staying. Witchers were experts in dealing with monsters; they were… just knights.

"Wait a moment, Captain Serio, I have something I'd like to ask," Bowen suddenly said.

"Do you need us to step away?" Serio was momentarily stunned but didn't show any surprise.

Bowen shook his head and looked at Vesemir, saying, "Witcher… sir, I heard you say earlier that these monsters shouldn't have appeared in the daylight, correct?"

Vesemir nodded and said, "That's my experience."

"So this situation is unnatural? Was it because a sorcerer cast a spell? Or did Viscount Hudson summon an evil spirit?" Bowen pressed.

"Hudson summoned an evil spirit?" Vesemir said in surprise. "Why do you suspect that?"

In the Northern Kingdoms, where belief in righteous gods was strong, summoning evil spirits was a deadly blow to a noble's reputation—even rival families wouldn't use this accusation lightly. Because if they weren't careful, it could spark a never-ending noble feud. So, this wasn't a claim to be made lightly, especially since, from what the knights had previously discussed, this knight named Bowen was a kinsman of Hudson.

Serio and Fargo were both surprised; they hadn't heard of this before and couldn't understand why Bowen would let them hear such information.

Bowen hesitated for a moment and then said, "It's not a guess. This was the result of the investigation by the royal sorcerer after Viscount Hudson's family suddenly perished in a fire."

"However, the elders in the family don't believe it."

"Although I didn't know Viscount Hudson, the elders believed he was an upright man and couldn't have summoned evil spirits."

"Moreover, they calculated the time, and given the kingdom's administrative efficiency, the investigation result came out too quickly—it's too suspicious."

"But because summoning evil spirits is a huge stain on the family's reputation, and if the king were to hold onto this, it would damage the family's interests, so they haven't pursued the matter further."

After pausing, Bowen looked up, glanced around at the others, and continued, "Captain Serio might have guessed it by now. I was sent by the family to test the king's attitude and see if we can reclaim this fief. Also, after all this time, the elders are eager to know the truth."

Serio Coel remained expressionless as he listened. He regretted not leaving earlier. The Coel family's highest title was only that of a few barons, most of whom didn't even have fiefs. His entry into the King's Guard was due to his swordsmanship championship, not his family background. He shouldn't have gotten involved in a conflict involving great nobles, the king, and sorcerers.

At this moment, he should've ignored everything, left immediately, and then reported everything that happened when he returned.

After that, he would distance himself from the situation entirely. But unfortunately, the Coel family, though not vassals of the Val family, had many territories that were very close to theirs. Especially Serio's father's fief, which was only separated from the Val family by a small river.

As a result, upon hearing Bowen's words, Serio could only curse inwardly while outwardly pretending as if he hadn't heard anything.

Bowen didn't mind, sighing and then sincerely saying, "Witcher, I didn't intend to reveal this information, but seeing that you seem to have had a good relationship with Viscount Hudson, I decided to be honest with you."

Luckily, he was only here to test the king's attitude. He originally planned to find a time to explore the ruins of the castle alone. Luckily, he hadn't done that. Facing just one wraith had already pushed him to the limit. The thought of venturing in alone made his scalp tingle.

"The School of the Wolf maintains neutrality…" Bowen quickly interrupted before the creed was fully spoken, "I only wish to commission you to help clear out the monsters in the castle and tell us where they came from. It doesn't violate your school's neutrality."

"And we're willing to pay a reward of 1,000 Orens…"

As he spoke, he quickly took out a purse from his leather armor and poured out a shiny silver ingot, handing it to Vesemir, saying, "This is five marks of pure silver, worth five hundred Orens, as a deposit."

Vesemir was still planning to refuse.

"Accept it, Master Vesemir," Allen's mouth moved slightly, urging him in a voice only witchers could hear. So, Vesemir glanced subtly at Allen, hesitated for a moment, and then accepted the silver ingot. Bowen beamed with satisfaction. Seeing Vesemir's troubled expression, he didn't say anything further and was about to leave with Fargo.

As he passed by, his gaze swept over Allen's clear blue cat-like eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "By the way, witcher Allen, how old are you…"

....…

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152. As Strong as a Witcher.

153. What is a Genius Witcher?

154. Sol Henrietta.

155. The Witcher, the King, and the Little Wild Cat.

156. The Unexpected Guest.


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