Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 557 The Miracle Child Standing Opposite to Living Beings!
A leader stepping down and making way for a more capable person is a big deal, especially when that person is Zoe, the founder of the Wolf School...

Vesemir, Dante, and Aristotle, who returned later, did not express their opinions after Soy and Erin had all spoken.

Erin knew this was not a silent protest.

This isn't popular in the "wolf school" of thought.

They were simply bewildered and at a loss.

If Soi's second mutation fails, he will indeed pass away.

Vesemir, Dante, and Arestor will surely keep their promise and, when the Wolf School's Witchers return in the dead of winter, defy all opposition and protect Arryn's ascension to power, but...

Soy is alive, while Erin is too young.

Youth is often an advantage, but in the arena of power, it is more often a disadvantage.

This is not something that can be compensated for by a difference in ability.

“There’s no rush,” Soy said gently, brushing the white stone dust off his clothes. “I’ll talk to White, Valerius, Dylan, and Gregor when they get back.”

Before Vesemir and the others could respond, he glanced around. The chaotic state of the research room made him frown slightly, and he smiled wryly:

"We've made quite a commotion. Can these instruments still be repaired?"

Of course, instruments can be repaired. After all, how precise could the instruments Thomas Maurice have made by hand be? They shouldn't be so easily damaged by a mere bump or knock.

All that's needed is time, and coincidentally, unlike most witchers in this world, what Erin lacks most right now is time.

The two celestial convergences that were amplified by absorbing the ethereal crystals from the Gate of Ade Gais have not been used for nearly a week due to Zoe's condition...

The scheming Wigford will be coming to Kell Village again in three days. By then, the plan to rescue Hen Gedimidis will probably be taking shape...

More importantly, "Beast Roar: No-Fly"...

Upgrading to Genetic Mutation was incredibly satisfying, but it cost 84 experience orbs, leaving me nearly 100 experience orbs short of unlocking "Beast Roar: No-Fly"...

Before rescuing Hen Gedimidis, we need to go to the Temple of Meritelli and open the treasure chest...

Also.

There's also Erin's own research on extreme attribute values ​​and secondary mutations...

There were so many things to deal with that even if you split Erin into eighteen pieces, it wouldn't be enough.

Just thinking about it gives Erin a headache.

“Leave the instrument repairs to me,” Jerome Moru said suddenly when he saw Erin’s troubled expression. “Although I can’t compare to Erin in terms of secondary mutations, I should be more than capable of doing repairs as a craftsman.”

Erin breathed a sigh of relief; Jerome Morui was indeed the best choice.

but……

Although Jerón Morú could share the burden of repairing instruments such as the Iron Maiden, the research project on the Second Mutation by the three Witcher Masters of the Vesemir, Dante, and Arestor Wolf School could not be entrusted to others and had to be put on the agenda.

Well, that makes three big things again.

"Then thank you very much, Master Jerome!" Soy glanced at Erin and did not refuse. "I will write to Elan to inform him of your movements."

Upon hearing this, Jerón Morú paused for a moment, hesitated, and then nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble the Grandmaster."

At this moment, for some reason, he felt a strong urge to refuse Soi.

So many years have passed, and perhaps in the Kael'thas, he is already a dead man.

However, the words of the Grandmaster of the Wolf School were not merely an announcement that he was still alive; rather, they were a preemptive fulfillment of Erin's earlier promise regarding the achievement of the second mutation.

This is not something he has the right to refuse.

"As for the form of power that Erin mentioned..."

The voice of the grandmaster of the Wolf School brought him back to his senses.

He saw Soy looking down, thoughtfully staring at his own fist.

“I also have that feeling you described, that every cell in my body waiting to be shaped and to reach a more powerful state…” Soy murmured softly, “A restless feeling, yet also a sense of loss, a urgency that is both urgent and restraining…”

“That’s right! That’s exactly the feeling!” Jerón Morlü seemed to have found a kindred spirit and excitedly took two steps closer to Soy.

But then, he suddenly remembered something and stopped in his tracks.

"and many more!"

Jerón Morlü frowned slightly, his face full of disbelief: "You...you feel this way too?"

Vesemir, Dante, and Aresto were momentarily stunned, then their faces were filled with shock.

“Yes, I have one too.” Soi nodded frankly.

“But…but…” Jerón Morlü stammered.

He wanted to ask, shouldn't that even more powerful form be the awe-inspiring dragon form that appeared right after the second mutation ended?
He believed that the form of the "dragon man" was the gene of the dragon, which had shaped Zoe into the most powerful form of strength.

But Soy was clearly not mistaken; the feelings he described were exactly the same as, almost identical to, how Geron Mollus was feeling.

but……

how come?
The dragon's form almost made him tremble all over. How could it be in the same initial stage as him?
Instinctively, Jerón Mollu looked toward the person in the room who should know the answer best.

Everyone else also turned their attention to Erin.

Erin gently shook her head.

“There’s no rush,” Soy waved his hand. “My condition hasn’t stabilized yet, and your body hasn’t fully recovered. Let’s discuss this properly in a few days.”

Jerón Morlü thought for a moment and nodded.

It's getting late.

Having narrowly escaped death, Soi clearly had a lot to say to Vera.

After chatting for a few more minutes, everyone made an excuse and left the Witcher's research lab, each with their own worries.

Erin followed Vesemir and walked out of the research room with Jerón Morlu.

At this time.

"Erin..." Soy's voice suddenly came from behind, "Could you... could you stay for a moment?"

"We...I still have something to ask you..."

Vesemir, Dante, Aresto, and the others paused for a moment, exchanged a subtle glance, and then, as if they hadn't heard anything, gestured for Jerón Morlu and Ida Emin to leave.

Jerón Morlü paused for a moment, then patted Erin on the shoulder with a complicated expression and walked out of the research room.

"Squeak-"

The door to the Witcher's Lab groaned as it closed.

In the chaotic research room, only three people who were closely related by blood remained.

It has been almost half a month since Erin learned about her origins.

But this was the first time since they learned about their origins that the "family of three" had been alone in a room.

Before even learning about his past, anger surged to his head, and intense emotions ignited extreme feelings in every vein. The influence from his previous life had completely faded away.

However, Erin was still a little nervous.

To be honest, he still doesn't know how to handle this relationship; the emotional entanglements have become a complete mess.

In front of others, he can be professional and look Soi and Vera in the eye, but in private, does he really have to call them "Dad" and "Mom"?
Although he possessed all the memories of his predecessor and could be considered to have inherited his predecessor's life, he was not entirely the orphan who grew up in the Dongda Orphanage in his previous life.

But at least I was thirty in my previous life, and I really couldn't bring myself to say those two words, nor did I seem to need to.

Besides, if it were the original version of myself, I would have already done justice to the Wolf School's many years of education by not drawing my sword and attacking.

He was able to shield himself from the lingering emotions of his predecessor in important matters, do everything possible and go to great lengths to save Zoe, and elevate her strength to a new level.

Honestly, it's worth the preferential treatment that Soi and Vera gave me after I transmigrated here.

of course.

Soi and Vera appeared to be just as stiff as him, if not more so, in terms of facial expressions and physical rigidity.

"What should we do with Thomas Morlu?" Soy broke the silence first.

So that's what it was about... Erin breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned slightly. After extracting all the information about the lab's location and the secondary mutation, Thomas Morru was no longer of any use to him.

On the contrary, every day he and Macao exist poses a visible risk to the Wolf School.

If it were anyone else, they would have just killed them and buried them somewhere.

But Thomas Maurice was different.

Regardless, he was a benefactor to the Wolf School, and was the father of Jerome Morru.

Although this father was even less of a father, it is difficult for an upright official to settle family disputes. Killing him directly is obviously inappropriate, but handing it over to Jerome is also not an option.

This is shifting the burden of the difficult choice onto Jerome Morui, which is even more unfair.

For a moment, Erin couldn't think of a perfect solution, so he could only tell the whole story of what he saw in Thomas Morl's laboratory: the contents of the memory crystal, Geron Morl's own opinion, and the fate of his birth mother, Lydia.

Soi and Vera are both two or three hundred years old, so their experience in this area is definitely much greater than his.

Erin thought to himself.

To everyone's surprise, Vera seemed fine, but Soy's expression changed several times.

Especially when he heard that Jerón Morlu would have wanted to kill Thomas Morlu himself if it weren't for the Griffin School's precepts and principles, he looked at Erin with a flickering gaze, as if he was doubting his words and wondering if they were implying something, almost asking, "Did you ever want to kill me too?"

In the end, Erin forced herself to finish speaking.

"You don't need to worry about this. We'll figure something out. If Jerome asks about it later, just tell him to contact us..."

Vera quickly spoke up after hearing this, ending the conversation.

But what followed was another awkward silence.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now?" Erin felt a bit uneasy staying there, so he simply said goodbye.

Vera and Soi remained silent, seemingly hesitating about something.

In the end, Vera and Soi exchanged a glance and simply nodded.

"It's alright, you can go back to your work." Soi forced an awkward smile.

Erin breathed a sigh of relief, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to leave.

"Squeak-"

The heavy iron gate groaned as it was slowly pushed open.

As Erin walked out of the Witcher's lab and slowly closed the iron door...

"Thank you, Erin." Soi's voice was full of apology.

A voice, more like saying "I'm sorry, Erin" than "thank you," squeezed out from under the door.

Erin was stunned...

"Bang~"

The cold, heavy iron door fit perfectly against the sturdy door frame.

He stood silently at the door for a while, sighed softly, and then turned and left.

……

The castle hall of Kaer Morhen.

"What do you think?"

Before the long table, the campfire burning in the fireplace flickered, casting shadows that swayed back and forth on the wall.

Dante took a bite of the bread, which had become cold and hard because it had been left out for too long after baking, and turned to look at the only two Witcher Masters of the Wolf School in Kaer Morhen besides himself.

No, there are more than two!
There are now four Witcher Masters in Kaer Morhen besides him.

However, aside from Vesemir and Aristotle, the other two are at the heart of the problem.

“What could you possibly be thinking?” Vesemir frowned, swallowing the bread that was making his throat sore. “Don’t you trust Erin, or are you unwilling to obey the Chief’s orders?”

“You know that’s not what I meant…” Dante shook his head. “Me, you, and Arestor, we’ve spent enough time with Erin to know his abilities and character…”

“If we have doubts, how much more so do others?”

“Then convince them.” Vesemir downed a glass of wine, his answer so curt and nonchalant it seemed almost half-hearted.

Dante, looking serious, grabbed Vesemir's forearm and forced him to put down his glass: "This isn't about persuading him!"

"What kind of question is that?!" Vesemir asked impatiently.

"The problem is that the Wolf School is on the verge of collapse!"

Dante abruptly grabbed the wine glass that Vesemir was about to raise and slammed it onto the oak table.

"boom!"

The rich, aromatic liquor, like scarlet blood spilled, flows through the dark wood grain.

"Fuck-"

Dante suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes wide with anger. The wooden chair scraped against the floor with a screeching sound and collided with the cold walls of the castle hall.

The campfire in the fireplace flickered nervously.

“Vesemir, you know what I’m talking about!” Dante glared at Vesemir, who had his head bowed.

"The Wolf School is not a kingdom in the mortal world, and Kaer Morhen is not a hereditary territory; it is simply a place where a group of witchers huddle together for warmth..."

“If the Chief really…” He paused, “then everyone will consider the Chief’s relationship with him. As long as Erin’s identity is revealed, the school may experience some turmoil, but at least most people will stand on our side.”

“All the Witcher Masters, Valerius, Gregor, Dylan… they all do.”

"But what now?"

“These people will all oppose the Chief and Erin. If we are not careful, the Wolf School will fall apart even more completely than the Witcher Order did back then.”

Vesemir was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "It can't be that bad... Killer whales, the heart mutation fluid of water ghosts, the Ice Spear Curse... Erin for..."

“But not everyone agrees with Erin’s radical ideas…” Dante interrupted, “Don’t tell me you didn’t hear the rumors circulating in the school when the Demon Hunters were first founded, and the changes in the Mountain Trials…”

"Among the master witchers of the Wolf School, there are quite a few who have differing opinions..."

Vesemir remained silent, because he truly knew.

Staring at the crimson wine flowing through the wood grain, Vesemir remained silent for a long time. He didn't know why, after Zoe came back to life, he would pass the chief position to Erin.

Erin actually accepted it.

What are you all thinking... Vesemir asked himself.

“...uath…”

Just then, the murmur of Aresto, who had been lost in thought ever since leaving the Witcher's lab, suddenly came from beside her.

"Aristotle, what are you talking about?" Dante couldn't help but ask.

Aresto looked up with a somber expression, glanced at Vesemir, then at Danti, and began to chant:
“Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch out for the signs!”

"To know what the signs are..."

“First, Filius Miraculi—the child of miracles—was born in a bitterly cold land.”

"Death and rebirth, non-human beings bring blood and fire."

……

Aresto suddenly began chanting an ancient prophetic poem, catching the two Witcher masters of the Wolf School off guard.

But as they listened, their expressions gradually became serious.

“Vesemir, Dante,” Aresto finished chanting a passage from the prophecy, his voice filled with barely concealed fear, “who the chief is is no longer important.”

"The problem now is..."

"Aelin is the one prophesied to stand against all living beings..."

"Child of Miracles".

(End of this chapter)