Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 526 The Monster Who Controls Life and Death
The burning red dress disappeared into the darkness around the corner of the castle.

Soon, an orange-red light flashed on the terrace on the third floor of the north tower.

I don’t know when I will meet the once unruly elf princess again.

"No wonder the dinner is so sumptuous and there are white candles. It turns out to be a farewell banquet."

The atmosphere created by Francesca Findaby made Ailin feel a little reluctant.

But this is how parting works in the Witcher world.

He still remembered that in the original book, Geralt the White Wolf accepted a commission at Cape Blimwood to interfere in the love affair between the Duke and the mermaid Siennaz.

The commission failed due to the selfishness of both parties, but White Wolf met a female bard nicknamed "Little Eyes" at the banquet.

She was beautiful, with thick dark golden hair, eyes as bright as stars, and a voice more beautiful than that of a nightingale.

She protected Geralt from the Duke's harsh demands, helped him complete the commission in difficult ancient languages, and finally treated his wounds, bandaged him, and contradicted the Duke...

Geralt accepted Little Eyes's courtship as a matter of course.

They had a wonderful adventure, but after they parted, they never met again.

Because "Little Eyes" died four years later during the smallpox outbreak in Vizima.

That goodbye was a farewell forever.

"Don't think so..."

Ailin looked up at the lonely moon in the sky and shook off the ominous thoughts in his mind.

"Enid is not a fragile human bard, she is Ain Sheedi, a mountain dweller, an elven princess with great magical talent, and later she will become the elven duchess and queen."

"We'll see each other again soon..."

He tried to convince himself that the Elf Queen, who would live to see the future and live well until the end of the story, would not die as hastily as a peasant in a village in Kaedwen, under the hooves of a warhorse.

But the bad news from the elf camp still made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

But he had already reminded them what he needed to remind them, and he could only hope that the leaders of the free elves, Himles Findabe and Shadia, would be more vigilant because of his words.

It would be best if this uneasiness was just his imagination.

but……

Will everything really develop as he wishes?
Nobody knows.
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It was late at night, and Erni, Klar and the others must have gone to bed early. The reason for the sudden increase in loyalty could only be asked tomorrow.

Ailin did not go back immediately. Instead, he wandered along the main road in the quiet night, around the training ground, the large dormitory of the witcher apprentices, and the city gate, a little impatiently.

He planned how he would get along with Vera and Soi tomorrow.

The plan was to find Fred in the morning, teach him "Battle Cry: Language of the Wild" to activate the talent he inherited from the Deer-Headed Elf, and by the way, ask him the reason for the sudden increase in loyalty. Then, select fifteen new members of the Demon Hunting Corps from the apprentices and make a new training plan...

I plan to find Mary and Yennefer at noon to see how the future top sorceress improves in strength.

I plan to find an opportunity to avoid Filba Ehrhardt in the afternoon, find an unmanned cave, or the cave of Old Spearhead, use the celestial conjunction of this month, kill the large monsters that come to attack, and continue to raise my own attributes to the limit...

Then go to the Rock Trolls' camp under the Ring of Elements to see how the Mountain Stones and the Big Stones get along, and whether the Metal Trolls have integrated into their camp...

In a short while, tomorrow's schedule is filled, fulfilling and efficient.

But as I planned, the restlessness in my heart grew even more intense, like a volcano that accumulates and accumulates, yet is always just a hair's breadth away from erupting.

The slightly cold and damp mountain breeze was somewhat biting.

There had never been a moment in Kaer Morhen that made him feel so confined.

The towering city walls on both sides cast dark shadows, making people feel so depressed and cramped.

Not only is it inferior to Elland, it is even inferior to the Temple of Meriteli on Mount Mahakam.

Although, this is as it should be.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

Aelin walked around Kaer Morhen several times in annoyance, but in the end he was unable to relieve his anxiety and returned to the tower on the south side of the castle.

He suddenly wanted to talk to someone.

But it was already late at night, and the alchemy room on the second floor was pitch black. Mary must have gone to bed long ago.

And considering the situation at noon, it didn't seem appropriate to wake her up at this time.

Then she thought of Zoey and Vera and Enid, and there seemed to be nothing she could tell Mary, or anyone else.

After thinking for a while, Ailin sighed softly, went straight up to the third floor and returned to his residence.

"Squeak~"

Open the door.

The fresh scent of rose and bay leaves wafts to your face.

Under the flickering candlelight, the room was filled with mist and steam.

"Are you really planning to live here forever?"

Ailin closed the door and silently looked at Philippa Ehrhart, who was enjoying herself in the bathtub naked with her eyes closed and her head tilted up.
She was really not polite at all.

"Of course," Philippa Ehrhardt opened her eyes and said lazily, "It's rare that the dean assigned me a task."

"To break into Ban Ade and rescue Heng Gedimides, we need extraordinary tacit understanding."

"And tacit understanding needs to be cultivated. Of course, we should be together day and night, every minute and every second."

Ailin rolled his eyes: "Don't be so ambiguous, as if you and I have some kind of relationship."

"We are just temporary partners."

"I don't think that this is the way to cultivate tacit understanding that Ms. Tishaya de Vries mentioned."

"Besides, I'm also a normal man. Can I avoid some things?"

"Wow~"

There was a sound of water.

Philippa Ehrhart raised her slender white arms, slowly turned around and laid them flat on the edge of the barrel, and the clear water flowed down her smooth skin.

The smooth, white and tender carcass is faintly visible under the water.

The pretty little face was rosy from the steam, and she tilted her head and leaned on the back of her hand, looking extremely charming.

"What are you shy about?" Philippa Eilhart challenged, "Why should I be afraid of a child like you who doesn't even know about love?"

"Are you afraid?"

In the past, Ailin would have raised his eyebrows and taken off his clothes without saying a word, just to teach her what a man and a boy are.

But at this moment, he had no interest in responding to Philippa Ehrhart's provocation.

"what ever."

Feeling a little irritable and not wanting to cause any more trouble, Ailin didn't even go to bed or take off his leather armor. He found a corner and sat cross-legged in meditation.

This gesture made Philippa Eilhart frown.

She hadn't planned to do anything.

Ailin certainly had a good appearance, with a pair of feline blue eyes that were full of exotic charm, which was very attractive to any female sorceress.

But she was never one to act casually.

After not being nourished for a long time, just finding a decent man can comfort your loneliness.

Perhaps there are many such people among other female sorcerers, but it can never be her.

Philippa Ehart would rather have a man who is strong enough to be with her soul and body, and who must be at the top of the world in at least one of the aspects of power, wealth and influence.

Well, women are fine too. Ailin may have this potential in the future, but he is still too young and not good enough.

Moreover, the upper limit of demon hunters' power, wealth, and influence has always been too low.

The top one is just the grandmaster of a demon hunter school and a guest of honor of kings.

But what does that mean?
There are so many people who can become the guests of honor of the kings. Even a weak bard can sit in that position by singing two popular songs.

But it's not right to say that she didn't mean it.

After her plan to use transformation to intimidate him yesterday failed, Philippa Eilhart recognized his strength and vision, but did not give up her fight for dominance.

Rescuing Hen Gedimides was no small matter, and for some reasons, it could not be refused.

But of course, holding your own life in your own hands is the best position.

What's more...

This little demon hunter is so insulting!
It was like this yesterday, and he ignored her today.

As she thought about it, Philippa Ehart suddenly felt her blood boiling and she became furious.

There is no sorceress who doesn't care about her appearance, and ignoring it is the biggest provocation.

"Wow~"

She stood up from the barrel, and the steaming hot water flowed down her graceful and tall body, splashing on the water surface.

The breeze calmed down Philippa Ehrhart, who had just walked out of the barrel in anger.

Ailin didn't do anything, just ignored it. What else could he use as a raft?
She glanced at Ailin, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, thought for a moment, chanted a few spells, raised her hand to summon a bathrobe, and put it on to cover her graceful body.

Seeing the school badge trembling and the witchers continuing to meditate unmoved, Philippa Eilhart raised her eyebrows and made a gesture with her right hand, raising it lightly.

A black poisonous scorpion with a metallic luster quietly appeared from under the bathrobe, lying on the soft dark red carpet, and crawling silently towards Ailin.

Philippa Eilhart concentrated her attention on this matter, moving her body to create a feint of movement.

The poisonous scorpion slowly approached.

...four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter...

Philippa Ehrhart became increasingly nervous, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Just as the scorpion's front limbs quietly climbed onto the witcher's boots, Philippa Eilhart quickly avoided her sight so as not to alert the witcher's keen perception.

"Just like that, go in a little further, go in a little further..."

Muttering nervously in her mind, Philippa Ehrhart secretly estimated the distance.

When a breeze blew through her wet hair, she glanced at it out of the corner of her eye.

Just then.

Philippa Ehrhart was horrified to discover...

The demon hunter who was sitting cross-legged in the corner disappeared!
"Um?!!"

Philippa Ehart was stunned for a moment, and then she felt a chill on her chin.

A chill instantly penetrated from the coccyx to the scalp.

Her body suddenly froze. She looked down and saw a small silver sword tip sticking out from the side of her neck, emitting a cold light.

She turned her head very gently and instantly met a pair of cold, ice-blue animal eyes.

In an instant, the chill in my heart grew even greater.

It was as if the god of death stretched out his bony fingers and was playing with her heart at this moment.

The silk bathrobe that she simply put on suddenly slipped off her shoulders with her stiff movements and fell on the wet ground.

Meritelle is on top!

What a pair of eyes those are!

Ice is not enough to describe the coldness felt by those eyes. Philippa Eilhart felt as if she saw death itself.

Those eyes were as cold as a knife. They moved away from her face and glanced at her lower body, as if they had shaved her.

No human emotions at all.

"You can live here, but don't do these boring little things," he said coldly, "I'm in a bad mood now. A wise person won't anger me at this time."

"Philippa Ehrhart..."

"I ask you……"

"Are you a wise man?"

The threat of death made Philippa Ehrhart tremble instinctively.

She knew rationally that Aelin would never kill her and offend Aretuza just because she was in a bad mood, after having offended Ban Ade and the Lisberg Civil Partnership.

But looking into those cold eyes, she became unsure again.

Every organ, tissue, and cell in the body is issuing warnings, shouting, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"I...I...I am..."

Philippa Ehrhart almost squeezed out these two short words from her throat.

"Very well," the witcher sheathed his sword, "I hope you are, too."

Even though he had retracted his sword, for some reason, Philippa Ehart still did not dare to move under the ice-blue cat's eyes.

until……

He took one last glance at Philippa Ehrhart, then walked past her without warning, slowly returned to the corner, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in meditation.

She seemed to have regained control of her body.

what is that……

Philippa Ehart looked in horror at the fourteen-year-old child with his eyes closed not far away, as if she saw a monster.

A monster who has the ultimate power over other people's life and death.

She took thirteen deep breaths before she was able to retract her frightened thoughts. Her lower limbs went limp, and Philippa Ehart suddenly felt something and her cheeks suddenly turned red.

She no longer had that laziness and leisure, and hurried back to the bathtub.

When her entire graceful body was completely immersed in the warm water, she managed to regain some confidence.

After staring at the demon hunter in the corner for a long time, she pieced together her incomplete stubbornness, bit her lower lip, mustered up her courage, and asked:

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

"Tell me, maybe I can find a way to help you solve it..."

There was a long silence, which made Philippa Eilhart wonder if the witcher opposite her had fallen asleep.

"You can't solve it, and no one can solve it..."

The demon hunter's faint sigh echoed in the empty room.

"If you don't tell me, how do you know it can't be solved?" Philippa Ehart's eyes lit up and she asked.

But this time...

After a long silence, there was still silence.

A silence deeper and lonelier than the night outside the terrace.

(End of this chapter)