Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 502: Don’t you sorceresses’ transfiguration spells involve changing clothes?
The owl's feathers are gray-brown, and its yellow-brown pupils shine brightly in the dark.

Seeing Ailin leap into the room, after staring at him for a few seconds, it immediately flapped its wings and landed on the oak table fearlessly.

That round, furry body domineeringly took up most of the small round table.

Ailin looked at the brave little guy and glanced at the motionless wolf emblem on his chest.

After all, the Temple of Meliteli is located deep in the mountains, and the witcher's residence is on the first floor, so there are usually many small animals coming to visit.

It is common to see birds standing in front of the window when you wake up in the morning, ants moving in the corners, squirrels begging for food, spiders weaving webs...

There is no shortage of natural fun.

Although I have never seen an owl, these creatures are nocturnal and I have seen one in Mahakam in the back mountain.

Uncommon but reasonable.

But the big, bright yellow-brown eyes...

Ailin was very sure that the little fellow who was looking at him blankly was the student of Tissaia de Vris, the patrolling warlock of the Warlock Brotherhood, and his future partner - Philippa Eilhart.

"Amazing Transfiguration skills." Ailin admired in his heart.

If he hadn't known that Philippa Eilhart was an expert in transfiguration, and if he hadn't known that the original owner's novels and games in her previous life had shown her transforming into an owl to travel and gather information, he really wouldn't have recognized her at all.

The feathers, expression, and movements were exactly like an ordinary owl, and there was no magical fluctuation at all. She even pretended to be confused.

of course.

Even if you don't know this information and can't recognize it, it's okay.

When you encounter an unidentified creature, it is always a good idea to give an identification.

[Name: Philippa Ehrhart]

[Attributes: Strength 13, Agility 21, Physical 19, Perception 84, Mystic 147]

It was Philippa Ehrhart after all.

I can only say that he is worthy of being the beloved disciple of Tissaia de Vris. His attributes are far beyond those of ordinary warlocks.

Ailin thought about it and turned over another panel.

[Name: Margarita Laux Antille]

[Attributes: Strength 11, Agility 9, Constitution 12, Perception 76, Mysticism 81]

Philippa Eilhart's attributes in every aspect are much higher than Mary's, almost an all-round crushing victory.

But this does not mean that Mary is less talented than Philippa Ehrhart.

But Mary was only sixteen years old, while Philippa Eilhart had already graduated from Aretuza and had even worked in the Brotherhood of Warlocks for quite some time.

Although Ailin didn't know his exact age, he should be at least 20 years old.

In the early days, whether it was a warlock, a demon hunter, or even an ordinary person, it was the period when their attributes improved the fastest, and each year was different from the previous one.

It gradually slows down after adulthood.

Thus, Mary would soon be able to catch up with Philippa Eilhart.

But to be honest, with attributes like these, plus his excellent Transfiguration skill, as long as he has more combat experience, he will most likely not be a drag when rescuing Heng Gedimides.

This made Ailin feel much more at ease.

But now that the identity has been confirmed, the question arises.

Why did she come to see me so late?
He watched Philippa Eilhart preening her feathers and pretending to be an owl.

First of all, rule out love at first sight.
Although he was quite confident about his looks, and the witcher was said to have a physical attraction to female sorcerers, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy after all, and was at most a little mature.

But Philippa Eilhart's XP was the Sigismund Dijkstra type.

(Sigismund Dijkstra, the future head of the Redanian intelligence organization in The Witcher 3)

In the original book, Sigismund Dijkstra, who never wore a hood, was nearly seven feet tall, weighed almost two loads, and had an unwavering preference for brightly colored clothing, was described as follows:

“When he folded his arms across his chest, as he often did, it looked like two sperm whales lying in front of a giant whale.”

"In terms of his features, hair color and skin, he looked more like a freshly washed pig."

Of course, you can also say that Sigismund Dijkstra was also young, and maybe he was a handsome guy when he was young.

But female sorcerers have always been fickle, and because they are immortal, they are particularly open in sexual matters.

Also.

Given the future status of Philippa Eilhart, she will not be weaker than Sigismund Dijkstra even in Redania, let alone the entire northern continent.

So Philippa Eilhart truly loved Sigismund Dijkstra.

Of course, true love is true love, but the grudges and entanglements related to betrayal in a relationship between two people is another matter.

But since it wasn't love at first sight, I wanted to have sex with him.

Now it is blindly disguising itself as an owl and is unwilling to show up openly, so the possibility is actually not much.

Does Tishaya de Vries have any not-so-urgent arrangements to notify?

Or did Philippa Eilhart want to give him a warning and establish her dominant position before cooperating with him?
Well, the latter is more likely.

Of course, it could be both.

But he also wants the dominant position...

So, let's show our strength...

Ailin wanted to expose Philippa Eilhart's identity directly, but after thinking about it, he pretended not to see through the disguise and approached lightly.

At this time.

On the other side, Philippa Ehrhart, who had transformed into an owl, had no idea that she had been exposed.

She saw Ailin's expression and felt delighted.

"He was fooled!"

But on the surface it still endured it, like a real owl meeting a strange creature.

The beak was combing its soft tail feathers, then its movements paused. It tilted its head and stared at the intruder vigilantly, its wings slightly spread, and its body size immediately doubled.

This is a warning and a deterrent.

"Relax, little one," Ailin stopped and said softly, "I mean no harm."

To be honest, choosing an owl as the object of imitation for Transfiguration is indeed a good choice.

Because owls symbolize wisdom, life and death, loyalty and nature in the northern continent, and in many religions in the demon hunter world, they are sacred birds that convey the will of gods.

Meliteli is one of these religions, and the owl in the field symbolizes a good harvest.

Therefore, traveling and gathering information in the form of an owl is not only small in size and able to fly, but also difficult to be detected and convenient. In addition, these symbols are also very safe and will not be accidentally injured by some naughty children and hungry farmers.

"You are just a kid whose hair hasn't even grown out yet, and you can't even tell the difference between Transfiguration and you want me to give up the leadership..."

Philippa Ehrhart dropped her guard and couldn't help feeling proud.

When she informed the dean of Ailin's choice in the afternoon, he actually asked her to follow his arrangements for the rest of her trip? ! !

How could Philippa Ehart tolerate such injustice?

No matter how shocking the rumors were, such as killing a god? Fighting against hundreds of demons alone? Subduing a giant griffin? Alchemy genius...

As a patrol warlock who has been in the Warlock Brotherhood for so many years, doesn't she know?
There is definitely no lack of real skills, but there will be some exaggeration.

And the dean kept saying things like "Alin is the most promising demon hunter I've ever seen", "He's very capable", "He can't be treated the same way as an ordinary demon hunter", "He's the most important force in the future order system"...

She had never seen Tissaia de Vries praise anyone else in such a tone.

But it doesn't really matter. She is no longer a child vying for favor. Instead, it is worth being happy.

After all, she had no confidence in rescuing Heng Gedimides from the heavily protected Ban'ard, so of course the stronger her companions were, the better.

But the dean directly asked her to listen to the arrangements of a fourteen-year-old child...

Isn’t this a bit outrageous?
Philippa Eilhart was immediately inspired to rebel.

She wanted to see what the demon hunter looked like, who was praised so much by the most powerful sorceress in the northern continent and asked her to obey her orders.

Unexpectedly, not only could he not see through her disguise, he didn't even have the basic vigilance to even begin with.

Philippa Eilhart shook her head slightly in her heart. How could she possibly listen to his arrangements?

That is simply a disrespect for your own life.

"Shasha~"

After Ailin gently comforted it, he saw that the "owl" seemed to "feel" the goodwill, put away its vigilant form language, and slowly took a few steps forward.

When it reached the oak table, the "owl" seemed to become "alert" again, blinked its yellow-brown eyes, and spread its wings as if to fly.

Philippa Eilhart thought at this time: "Since the dean praised him so much, and the Temple of Meliteli even wanted to recognize him as the Holy Son, then Ailin must have some ability and think highly of himself."

"In order to ensure autonomy and the safety of the two people involved in the operation, it is time to proceed to the second..."

Thoughts are still lingering.

In a flash, Philippa Ehrhart felt a sudden flash in front of her eyes and a pain in her wings.

Ailin's left hand grabbed the base of the "owl's" wings with lightning speed.

follow closely.

A cold light flashed.

A dagger suddenly appeared and pressed against the Owl's neck, the tip of the blade sinking deep into the fluffy feathers.

The "owl" stopped struggling immediately and dared not move again.

"what happened?"

The cold and sharpness pressed against her jaw, causing Philippa Eilhart to shudder all over as she reacted.

She instinctively raised her head and met the pair of deep blue cat eyes.

In an instant.

The fierce killing intent rushed straight into her brain, making her teeth tremble. At this moment, her body even lost consciousness.

"How many lives did he kill?!"

This was the only thought in Philippa Eilhart's mind.

"Who are you?" Ailin asked coldly, "Are you from the Lisberg Civil Partnership, or the wizard from Ben Ader?"

"Why invade my room disguised as an owl?"

"What's the purpose?"

Philippa Eilhart couldn't believe it.

The demon hunter who was as cold as ice and had murderous intent at this moment was actually the same person as the warm-hearted young man who had just spoken softly and was in the reception hall of the temple.

What was even more terrifying was that although Philippa Eilhart was a little careless, she didn't see Aelin's movements clearly at all.

This means that even if it were to happen again, the result would be the same.

But what to do now?
Do you really want to reveal your identity in this situation?

and many more!

I also have illusions! Illusions!

Philippa Eilhart tried to summon her magic, using an owl illusion to replace herself.

"Om~"

The moment the wolf emblem buzzes.

"Ok?"

A cold snort.

The coldness of the steel came closer, and the sharpness of the dagger had cut the protective throat.

Now Philippa Ehart really didn't dare to move at all. She held her head high and didn't even dare to breathe.

"Philippa Eilhart!"

"I am Philippa Eilhart!"

"We just met not long ago!"

The threat of death made Philippa Eilhart lose all her reserve and she immediately revealed her identity.

Feeling the trembling of his left palm, Ailin raised his eyebrows and moved the dagger slightly away, but still kept it against the throat of the "Owl":
"Philippa Eilhart? How do you prove it?"

The sorceress was quite smart. In the blink of an eye, she quickly told everyone about today's trial and Tissaia de Vris' invitation.

Aelin loosened the dagger, much to Philippa Eilhart's relief, and was about to complain.

next second.

"Qiang!"

There was a flash of silver light.

The dagger that was deeply embedded in the neck feathers turned into an exquisite silver blade with ancient words engraved on the blade in the blink of an eye.

The threat posed by the silver blade is greater than that of the dagger.

Philippa Ehart, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt her heart shrink and her scalp go numb.

Then she felt her wings slowly being released.

“Change back.” Ailin’s tone was not as cold now, but still full of vigilance. “I know that skilled warlocks can read minds.”

"The wizard I killed was named Ronnie Dickinson."

"It won't be difficult for the Lisberg Civil Partnership to send someone else to get these from a witch's mind."

As a time traveler from the University of Tokyo, he has learned some PUA techniques through observation and exposure.

If he wants to fight for the dominant position in the future, it naturally cannot be so easy to just let this matter end.

The more impressed he was now on Philippa Eilhart, the more obedient she would be in the future. If he adjusted... adjusted himself in the midst of a crisis like Francesca did, it would be too late.

Ban Ade does not have rock trolls and elven women with children who are essentially non-hostile. There are enemies with clear positions everywhere.

Philippa Ehrhart was a little annoyed at the moment.

"Ronnie Dickinson... I actually forgot that he killed Ronnie Dickinson..."

"How could a man who, by whatever means, killed a member of the High Council and a candidate for the president of the Supreme Council, be fooled by a Transfiguration spell?"

Although she blamed herself in her heart, Philippa Ehrhart knew.

It's not that she really forgot who killed Ronnie Dickins. She just didn't want to believe that the man was really the witcher, the fourteen-year-old kid in front of her, who was much younger than her, the genius of the Warlock Brotherhood.

There was nothing wrong with Ailin's vigilance; what he said was indeed possible.

But for some reasons, Philippa Ehrhart still wanted to defend herself.

"I……"

But as soon as he uttered a word of defense, the silver sword trembled, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The owl was so scared that its gray-brown fur exploded.

She didn't dare hesitate any longer.

"Om~"

The wolf emblem is buzzing.

A violet halo burst out from between the wings, and the faint fragrance of roses and bay leaves spread along with the fluctuations of magic power and hit my face.

Then, the bird of prey, which was as big as an adult's fist, slowly transformed into a human form on the oak table.

When the fluctuations of magic power subsided, Ailin still didn't let go of Elsa.

This was not because he wanted to pull it further, but because he did not expect to see such a scene before his eyes.

"Don't you warlocks' Transfiguration spells involve changing clothes?"

Ailin was silent for a while and asked doubtfully.

(End of this chapter)