Sol was silent. Vera stood opposite him, quietly gazing at him.
For a moment, the only sound in the courtyard was the rustling of grass and trees swayed by the spring breeze. It was unclear how much time passed.
A long and melancholic sigh broke the silence.
"I understand, Vera, I understand..."
Seeing Sol's drooping head, Vera felt a twinge of sadness in her heart.
Forty years ago.
Her relationship with Sol was still perfectly normal. Although they were often apart, the messenger bird kept them infinitely close. He would confide everything in her. So she knew everything about him.
She knew that forty years ago, in Ard Carraigh, he had saved a mother and her child from the claws of ghouls and alghouls. It was only afterward that he discovered their identities. The king had just died, and ambitious people were mercilessly persecuting the widow and her child.
As a Witcher bound by neutrality, he naturally would not interfere in the affairs of a kingdom. However, he introduced the mother and child to many righteous knights, nobles, and even mages.
As a result, the mother and child secured the highest position in the kingdom.
In return, he gained the goodwill of the land of Kaedwen. Numerous legendary ballads were sung in the taverns across this land, praising the Protector of the Crown, the Dragon Slayer, the Witcher...
Whether noble or commoner, no one disrespected him... at least on the surface.
His school also gained the kingdom's approval and a substantial annual tribute for slaying monsters, flourishing as a result.
However...
His help was neither for profit nor fame. It was merely out of a knight's undying compassion, unwilling to witness the strong oppressing the weak.
Thirty years ago.
The mother grew old, and the child matured.
During those years, Vera often heard him speak through the messenger bird about a resolute, ambitious young king. He made a pact with the king to rid the kingdom of harmful monsters. So that the king's subjects could walk, farm, and trade openly on their land...
And so, for nearly ten years, he led his school in sweeping away monsters...
He fulfilled his promise. And so he was abandoned. The young king became a middle-aged king, and his once idealistic but passionate ambitions turned into something greedy and bloody.
At some point, he desired land more than the people on it, wealth more than those who created it, war more than peace. His appetite grew larger, his body fatter, and his insatiable greed more difficult to fill. Until one day, he wanted Sol to become a soldier, a general, the sharpest sword in the king's hand. Naturally, the two parted ways.
And now.
He wasn't just abandoned but was to be eradicated. The child he once saved had drawn the first sword to strike at him and the school he loved. Vera sighed, looking at Sol's lowered head, his face hidden in the shadows.
As a child, after being scolded by the duke or duchess, he would behave just like this. Sitting silently on the stone steps in a corner of the castle, small and alone. After hesitating for a moment, Vera gently stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest, saying:
"It's okay, Sol."
"You still have Allen, you still have..."
"...me."
Before she could finish, she felt Sol's body tremble slightly, as if he had relaxed a bit.
"Vera, do I really still have you?"
She nodded, "Yes, you do..."
Pausing for a moment, she looked up at Sol, and seeing that his spirits had lifted, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly, 'No matter how old he gets, he's still that little boy who shrinks away at the first sign of sadness.'
A simple hug can cure everything.
Just as Sol's arms were about to wrap around her, Vera, calculating her timing perfectly, slipped away like a nimble butterfly, avoiding his embrace.
She chuckled softly and said: "...Once we find Allen and get through that Kaer Morhen ordeal he dreamt of, then you'll have me!"
Sol was momentarily stunned, then he smiled. He glanced toward where the king was, then turned back to gaze into her deep red eyes. To him, they were the most dazzling gems in the world. Clearing his mind of distracting thoughts, he let out a deep sigh and said: "Ah~"
"That will take a very long... very, very long time..."
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"Sigh~"
Looking at the scene in front of him, which was both familiar and strange, Allen sighed and carefully placed the medallion of the goddess Melitele back into his leather armor. The matter of the evil god and the goddess Melitele could only be dealt with after the apprentice tournament.
The most important thing now was to figure out exactly where he was and whether he could still complete the task given by the red-haired elf, Ida Emean.
After securing the medallion, Allen suddenly realized that Francesca had been unusually quiet for a long time. So, he turned to look at her. In the room filled with the scent of herbs, the "Daisy of the Valleys" had her head lowered, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was hesitant or confused.
"What's wrong, Francesca?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Allen asked curiously. The elf raised her head, cautiously observed the surroundings, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said: "Allen, there's something wrong with this place!"
"Short-distance teleportation has limited range; the magic I channeled should only have been enough to transport us about two hundred meters..."
Hearing Francesca's words, Allen raised an eyebrow and asked: "What do you mean?"
Francesca took a deep breath and said seriously: "Yes, although due to overextending my mental energy, the short-distance teleportation turned into... well, what you would call a random teleportation..."
"But regardless of whether my mental energy was overextended or the direction was uncertain, short-distance teleportation is short-distance teleportation, so..."
"So it's almost impossible for us to have left the cave."
Almost impossible to have left the cave?
Allen looked up at the sky.
Lazy clouds lay on a blue bed, and the early spring sun showered the world with warm golden rays. Clearly, above Allen and Francesca's heads was not a dark, rocky ceiling, but a gentle spring sky. However, he didn't refute Francesca because of the blue sky and white clouds above.
Not just because she was an elven sorceress, but also because this place, although similar to the Orchard in his mind, was still entirely different. Moreover, Allen wasn't some ignorant, inexperienced Witcher.
From the original work and the games, he knew that many phenomena in the Witcher world could cause such situations. Seeing Allen look up at the sky, Francesca thought he didn't believe her, so she hurriedly explained: "Allen, I know this might be hard to accept, but your eyes might deceive you, while magic cannot. I can feel the mental energy shifting..."
"I believe you, Francesca," Allen said.
"Allen, this time I'm really not lying to you... What... What did you say?"
Mid-sentence, Francesca suddenly realized that the Witcher hadn't denied but rather agreed with her. She slightly opened her mouth in surprise and asked in disbelief.
"I said, I trust your judgment."
"You're a professional sorceress. Magic is your specialty, so I trust your judgment."
Although the main reason Allen trusted the judgment wasn't just because of Francesca, that didn't stop him from making a small effort to improve her impression of him, hoping to increase the future elf queen's favor towards the Witcher.
After all, the primary purpose of accepting the red-haired elf's commission was to bring some external support to Kaer Morhen.
Ida Emean might represent the present of the elves, but Francesca could wholly represent their future. Seeing the flush of joy on Francesca's cheeks, Allen sighed inwardly about how much he worried about the future of the Wolf School. Then he seriously asked, "So what do you think is going on here?"
"Daisy of the Valleys" touched her flushed cheeks, feeling a warmth in her heart. A slight smile tugged at her lips, and it took a while for her to compose herself before she said, "The most likely explanation is an illusion, but it would require an enormous amount of magic power..."
An illusion?
Allen activated his link with the Mirage Pearl. Instantly, the scene before him became hazy, and even the sunlight turned a cooler shade.
"It really is an illusion!" Allen marveled internally.
"Alternatively, we might have been pulled into a dream created by some creature or sorcerer..."
Francesca continued to seriously list various possibilities on her fingers, but Allen had already started examining the reality behind the illusion.
The house before him was fake.
In the Mirage Pearl's vision, the area defined by the house was just a stone platform, the very place where he had once slept. Though he had witnessed the illusion master Artorius Vigo create a fairy-tale kingdom for the two princesses of Toussaint in the game, that was just a game, with only visual and auditory experiences.
Reality, however, was different.
The dusty, desolate, and decayed slate ground contrasted starkly with the semi-transparent cottage filled with herbs and flowers. Even though the strong herbal scent filled his nostrils, in the Mirage Pearl's view, the area was empty.
An exquisitely crafted illusion!
This illusion didn't just deceive his eyes. Without the Mirage Pearl, his five senses would have been completely immersed in this illusionary Orchard, with no sense of anything being out of place. The only regret was that the Mirage Pearl's ability to see through the illusion was limited, only allowing a clear view of about ten meters around him.
Beyond that distance, the idyllic village scenery of the Orchard under a bright spring sky still unfolded.
Wait!
Allen suddenly noticed something unusual. He saw the bandages he had just removed lying on the ground. These bandages weren't part of the illusion!
So...
"And finally…" Francesca's deliberately solemn voice interrupted his thoughts.
She took a deep breath, her delicate face becoming serious as she said, "Lastly, it's possible that during the teleportation three days ago, we caught the attention of the Goddess of Misfortune and accidentally entered a Conjunction of the Spheres, getting transported to another world…"
Seeing a girl of fourteen or fifteen trying to act all serious was quite amusing, especially when she was supposed to be more mature.
Watching this scene, Allen couldn't help but smile.
Wait a minute!
I'm only fourteen in this body too!
Does Vesemir and the others see me the same way when I'm serious?
Realizing this, Allen's smile faded.
Francesca noticed Allen's strange expression and thought he was frightened by the possibility of being stranded in another world due to the Conjunction of the Spheres. Feeling another wave of guilt, she tried to suppress the fear that she might never see her family again and comforted him, "A-Allen, the Conjunction of the Spheres is the least likely scenario…"
"It's been hundreds of years since the last Conjunction of the Spheres occurred in this world."
"My fa-father once told me that due to certain... incidents, the pathways connecting this world to others have been sealed."
"Even our cousins, the Aen Elle—known as the 'Elder Folk' who supposedly possess the ability to traverse worlds—haven't been seen in this world for a long time…"
"What kind of incidents?" Allen interrupted her with a serious expression.
He knew that apart from a few instances caused by Allen, the world hadn't experienced a Conjunction of the Spheres for a long time.
But the pathways to other worlds being sealed?
Was that mentioned in the original story or the game?
And the Aen Elle, or "The Wild Hunt," were major antagonists in both the original story and the game. How could they just vanish?
Was this another divergence between the real world and the worlds from his memories?
Or maybe something happened in this world between now and the start of the original story a hundred years later that caused the "Elder Folk" to reappear?
Francesca was taken aback, not expecting Allen to be interested in this matter. She frowned, thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Father didn't tell me."
Allen sighed with regret. Of course, such a significant event wouldn't be discussed with a young elf.
"However, if you want to know, I could ask my father when I return and tell you later," her sweet voice offered.
Allen turned towards the voice, finding Francesca looking at him with eyes full of guilt.
"Thank you, Francesca."
"There's no need to thank me. Consider it a small apology for dragging you into danger."
Francesca looked down, "But we still don't know how to get out of here. If it really is a Conjunction of the Spheres... I might not even be able to offer that small apology…"
"It's not a Conjunction of the Spheres!" Allen suddenly interrupted her.
"Daisy of the Valleys" thought the Witcher was just trying to comfort her and smiled, nodding, "Yes, it definitely isn't a Conjunction of the Spheres!"
"I'm serious. No one in this world knows more about the Conjunction of the Spheres than I do!" Allen walked into the "house."
"Huh?"
Francesca was puzzled, not understanding what the Witcher meant. Allen had no intention of explaining further. After entering the house, he crouched down and picked up the recently removed bandages from the ground.
"And besides, I might have… already found a way to leave this place…"
Allen suddenly paused, holding up the bandages stained with dark red blood.
"No, perhaps we can even find our respective targets and then leave safely."
"Huh?"
Francesca could understand every word Allen said, but she couldn't grasp the meaning behind them.
Hadn't he just woken up recently?
When did he have time to find a way out of here?
Could it be that the one who was unconscious for three days wasn't the Witcher, but me?
Francesca was confused, "What do you mean by 'targets'?"
"My human couple and your elf!"
....…
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173. We've Arrived.
174. Hunting Mission.
175. The Blood of the Rock Troll.
176. The Scent of the Witcher.
177. Another Francesca in the World.
"My human couple, your elf!"
Francesca grew even more puzzled upon hearing this. She tilted her head, her petite and delicate face full of question marks.
How could someone, in just half an hour—half an hour after just waking up from a coma due to serious injuries—not only figure out a way to leave this place but also know where to continue searching for their targets?
Was it a dream? This was the only answer Francesca could come up with in her mind.
Or perhaps the attack from the rock trolls had damaged Allen's brain? This was the second thought that crossed Francesca's mind.
Looking at the confident Witcher, Francesca hesitated, her mouth opening and closing as she held back, her gaze constantly drifting toward his forehead. After a long while, she finally managed to ask, "So... is there anything you need me to do?"
Noticing the strange expression on " Daisy of the Valleys's" face, Allen knew she didn't believe him. But that didn't matter. He just needed Francesca to cooperate with him, and that was enough. The current dynamic between them made him feel very comfortable.
"Help me keep watch at the door; I need to make some preparations."
Francesca hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. She obediently agreed and walked out of the room.
"Creak~"
The door closed.
Allen sat back on the bed—or rather, on the stone platform—and then mentally opened the Witcher's Journal.
[Experience Orbs: Experience Orb 40, Small Experience Orb 1847]
Having gone through that battle three days ago, Allen no longer dared to hold back his level just for the sake of monster hunting evaluations. If any of his signs like Quen, Aard, or the Wolf School two-handed sword had been at Level 4 during that sudden fight...
Even if it were the Cat School two-handed sword, which was the least effective against monsters, things would have turned out differently.
At the very least, he could have lasted five more minutes and wouldn't have been so close to being crushed to death by two rock trolls. Recalling the scene where the two mountain-sized rock trolls came crashing down with the wind, Allen still felt a lingering fear and couldn't help but shiver.
"Allen, Allen, what gave you the courage to try to conserve your strength in this dangerous world for the sake of some petty advantage?"
Looking at the experience orbs and small experience orbs, which combined were worth nearly fifty thousand points, he sighed lightly.
[Ding! Consumed Experience Orb 30, Small Experience Orb 24]
[Your skill: Quen Sign LV3 (11/2500) has been upgraded to Quen Sign LV6 (0/5000)]
Every sign the Witchers possess is extremely useful, but if Allen had to pick his most-used one, it would definitely be Quen.
After all, in the Witcher world, most monsters and intelligent creatures attack with physical force. Moreover, in the upcoming battles, the effect of Quen in absorbing physical damage would be incredibly useful, whether against rock trolls or Kaedwen knights. Therefore, it was definitely a wise decision to invest heavily in the Quen Sign.
"Whew!"
After a moment to alleviate the pain caused by the influx of knowledge and the mutations of his organs, Allen exhaled deeply.
Previously, he had some doubts because a single piece of evidence wasn't enough. But after upgrading the Quen Sign to Level 4 and above, he confirmed that the upgrade effects of the Quen Sign were similar to those in the game.
From Level 1 to Level 3, the Quen Sign had the "Exploding Shield" effect: When the Quen shield breaks, it knocks back enemies, deals damage, and has a chance to knock them down.
The higher the level, the stronger the mysterious properties, and the more powerful the shockwave when the shield breaks.
From Level 4 to Level 6, it gains the "Active Shield" effect: It creates a protective shield that absorbs attacks and requires magic power to maintain. The damage absorbed by the shield is automatically converted into a passive shield on the user.
However, unlike in the game:
In reality, instead of converting vitality into magic power, the shield converts absorbed damage into armor rather than restoring the user's health. Considering the new skill, Allen stood up and circulated his magic.
With his right thumb and forefinger, he traced a triangle in the air. Unlike before, he did not retract his hand but instead maintained a subtle communication with the magic he had released.
"Buzz~"
In an instant, a faint golden spherical shield appeared.
"Hmm... The LV6 Quen Sign, with its optimized shield structure, no longer consumes magic power to maintain the active shield..."
"While using the active shield, it's difficult to attack simultaneously because the mind must constantly communicate with the magic."
"But with this structure and thickness..."
Allen closed his eyes, sensing the magical structure of the active shield with his mind.
"Its defense is at least three times stronger than a regular Quen shield!"
"Very strong! The advantages and disadvantages are very clear."
Recalling the rocks, covered in magical energy, that the rock trolls had thrown at him three days ago, Allen thought that if he had had this skill then, even though the active shield might not have blocked the magical impact, the magic on the stones alone wouldn't have been enough to penetrate the active shield and harm him.
Moreover, in such a situation, the drawback of not being able to attack while using the active shield would have almost disappeared.
"As I suspected, if I had upgraded this skill before yesterday, I wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state!"
After mentally berating himself again for his foolishness, Allen reopened the Witcher's Journal. Now there were only Experience Orb 10 and Small Experience Orb 1823 left.
He thought for a few seconds.
[Ding! Consumed Experience Orb 10, Small Experience Orb 1500]
[Your skill: Wolf School Two-Handed Sword LV3 (7/2500) has been upgraded to Wolf School Two-Handed Sword LV5 (0/2000)]
[Your skill: Cat School Two-Handed Sword LV3 (0/2500) has been upgraded to Cat School Two-Handed Sword LV5 (0/2000)]
[Ding! Your level has increased to 35, gaining 1 special skill point]
As he absorbed the influx of memories, Allen's body underwent continuous changes, becoming more coordinated, flexible, and better able to unleash his hidden strength.
"Whew~"
After the soreness in his body subsided, Allen exhaled a deep breath and began to ponder the enhancements these two skills had brought. The upgrade of the Wolf School Two-Handed Sword increased his control over his muscles and bones, improving his strength utilization by 30%. Additionally, he mastered a sword technique—Spinning Slash.
This technique involves rotating the body twice before delivering a faster and more powerful strike.
The core of this technique lies not in accumulating rotational momentum but in predicting the monster's attack pattern during the spin for a lethal strike. The Cat School Two-Handed Sword increased his flexibility and stability by 30%. It also introduced a sword technique—Wrist Thrust.
This move was the very sword technique that the Cat School Witcher Brett had nearly killed Allen with.
It sacrifices the force of a direct thrust to use a quick wrist movement to suddenly change the direction of the sword, aiming directly at the target's heart. If it weren't for the ten points of elemental affinity that blocked Brett's sword at that time, Allen might have died on the spot. So, he had a deep impression of this technique.
After completing the skill upgrades, only 323 small experience orbs remained in his inventory.
Allen thought for a few seconds.
[Ding! Consumed Small Experience Orb 100]
[Your skill: Igni Sign LV2 (0/500) has been upgraded to Igni Sign LV3 (0/2500)]
[Your skill: Aard Sign LV2 (0/500) has been upgraded to Aard Sign LV3 (0/2500)]
[Ding! Your level has increased to 40, gaining 1 Special Skill Point]
In just a moment, the memory transfer and physical changes were complete. After upgrading the Igni Sign, the temperature of the flames it releases became even higher. The Aard Sign's mental shockwave range expanded by three meters. With that, all skills were fully upgraded.
[Name: Allen]
[Level: 40]
[Health: 100%, Stamina 310/310, Mana 410/410]
[Attributes: Strength 32, Agility 31, Constitution 31, Perception 21, Mystery 41]
[Affinity: Water 7, Earth 3]
[Special Skills: Witcher LV3, Identify LV2, Tracking LV1]
[Special Skill Points: 4]
[Signs: Quen LV6, Igni LV3, Aard LV3, Yrden LV3, Axii LV3, Heliotrope Sign LV3]
[Skills: Cat School Two-Handed Sword LV5, Wolf School Two-Handed Sword LV5, Ice Spear Curse LV3, Tracking LV1]
[Knowledge: Alchemy LV4, Ritualism LV2]
[Ritual: Flesh Golem]
[Experience Orbs: Small Experience Orbs 223]
[Rating: Novice Witcher!]
"I'm down to just 223 Small Experience Orbs, completely broke now!"
Opening his character panel, Allen immediately noticed his drastically reduced wealth and couldn't help but sigh. Thankfully, after unlocking the Corps, hunting lower-level monsters with Hughes and the others won't drastically reduce his rewards, or he might not have had the heart to go through with it.
Looking up at the screen, he noticed the difference between special skills and regular ones—special skills, especially those directly related to combat, like Witcher, didn't require time to adapt. They could be upgraded anytime they were needed. So, he decided to hold on to the special skill points for now.
"Even after upgrading so many skills, my rating hasn't changed..." Seeing the bottom of the screen, Allen couldn't help but grumble, "What exactly is the standard for this rating?"
After reviewing his character panel, Allen looked back and was filled with a sense of accomplishment.
In less than six months since arriving in this world, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds.
"But it's still not enough... far from enough."
"I need to be stronger, much stronger, not just in personal strength, but in my Corps, my school, my allies..."
"Otherwise..."
Allen sighed deeply. Then, retracting his Witcher journal with a thought, he got up and headed for the door.
"Creak~"
The simple wooden door creaked as it opened.
"Allen, are you ready..."
The soft female voice abruptly halted mid-sentence.
What's going on…? Francesca stared at the Witcher, who seemed no different from a few minutes ago, but felt a chill down her spine, as if being watched by a ferocious beast.
"What's wrong?" Allen asked.
The moment the Witcher spoke, that ominous sense of being targeted by a predator vanished as if it had been a mere illusion.
"N-nothing," Francesca instinctively touched the ends of her golden hair, glanced inside the room, and curiously asked, "What were you preparing just now?"
"I was preparing some measures to leave this White Orchard and find our target." Allen responded vaguely, heading outside. "Let's go. We need to find the exit!"
The exit?
And that strange sense of threat...
Could he have been telling the truth?
Did he really find a way out and locate their target?
Francesca looked at Allen in surprise, unconsciously following him to the herbal shop's entrance.
"Aren't you… wait… aren't you the little brother of that girl who was badly injured? Are you already healed?"
Allen turned toward the voice. A middle-aged man in gray linen clothes stood behind the counter, organizing herbs. Allen's eyebrows twitched involuntarily. He recognized this person—it was the shop owner from whom he had bought wraith oil ingredients a few days ago. But clearly, the herbal shop owner didn't recognize Allen. To him, Allen was Francesca's severely injured younger brother.
"Of course, he doesn't recognize me..."
Allen sighed inwardly.
Under the illusion of the mirage, there was no herbal shop here at all—just scattered stones of various sizes on the ground.
Where the herbal shop owner stood, a half-human-tall stalagmite overlapped with his right leg, with a layer of gray stone skin showing. It was like a small glitch in this world. This gave Allen an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Grandma Asha's medical skills are superb," Francesca quickly chimed in, then glanced at Allen, "My... my brother is already able to walk."
"What? Grandma Asha is that skilled? Your brother was..." The herbal shop owner scratched his head, confused, and gave Allen a puzzled look. However, perhaps because Allen was standing right in front of him, he didn't dwell on it for long.
"You're quite fortunate. If you had been elsewhere, you wouldn't have encountered such a skilled herbalist, or such a kind and generous lord willing to provide shelter for travelers in distress."
The herbal shop owner, a creation of illusion, moved naturally, with every action and response so perfectly normal that it was hard to notice anything strange. But something was indeed strange!
Allen glanced at Francesca's pointed ears and her inhumanly exquisite features, then back at the herbal shop owner.
Allen and Francesca were the biggest anomalies here.
If the herbal shop owner and Grandma Asha were normal people, how could they not notice Francesca and Allen's non-human appearance? How could they believe that a cat-eyed Witcher and an elf were siblings?
Considering this, Francesca's thinking must have also been influenced by the illusion.
Or perhaps she was just too naïve?
Otherwise, how could she come up with such an excuse?
"Let's go. We have work to do." Allen patted Francesca on the shoulder. The " Daisy of the Valleys " hesitated. She suddenly realized that Allen hadn't spoken a single word to the herbal shop owner.
"You two still have things to do, then go ahead… But your brother should still get some rest, after just recovering from his injuries…"
"I know, Uncle Will."
With the herbal shop owner's nagging advice, the two of them left.
"A-Allen, why didn't you say anything to Uncle Will? At least… at least you should have thanked him… after all, it was Uncle Will and Grandma Asha who provided the medicine for your injuries these past few days…"
Uncle Will, Grandma Asha...
Hearing those words from an elven princess's mouth always felt a bit odd.
But Allen didn't delve into it.
He just nodded, led her around the herbal shop, and after circling twice, they stopped by a wide river on the southern side of the Orchard of Delights. Francesca, noticing that the Witcher had suddenly halted, curiously asked, "What's wrong, Allen?"
"We've arrived."
....…
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174. Hunting Mission.
175. The Blood of the Rock Troll.
176. The Scent of the Witcher.
177. Another Francesca in the World.
178. Unspeakable Family Affairs.
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