Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 558 The Goddess Has Been Summoned Again?! (A long chapter of 4600 words!)

"Ah...yes...the child of miracles...the child of miracles...how could I not have thought of that?"

"The union of a witcher and a sorceress is, of course, a child of miracles, a child of miracles, an inevitable child of miracles..."

"No wonder...no wonder he was able to catch up with the efforts of other witchers over a lifetime in just a few months..."

Danti, holding onto the back of the wooden chair, murmured absentmindedly.

Once his origins were revealed, Erin's identity as the Son of Miracles could no longer be concealed.

With just a little verification, no one in the know would believe that there is a second person as the protagonist in Islin's prophetic poem.

He created his own signs, potions, and sword oil as a witcher; he subdued a great griffin that no one had ever been able to tame before; he received the divine oracle of Meritelli, who had not uttered a single word for a century; he also possessed accurate prophetic skills; and he refined his profound secondary mutation technique in just two days...

Miracles were as commonplace to Erin as eating and sleeping.

He is undoubtedly a child of miracles.

but……

"Miracle Child" is never a positive title.

“Filius Miraculi—the child of miracles—was born in a bitter and cold land.”

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

“When Aen Seidhe—blood of the elves—overwhelms the earth, you should all cry out, for the destroyer of the nations will come.”

“Your land will be trampled and divided up.”

“Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee.”

"Bats, owls, and crows will roam your homes, and snakes and insects will make them their nests..."

……

Every word in Islin's prophetic poem is stained with dripping blood, and the heavy smell of rust is palpable.

This is a prophetic poem that has been circulating in the northern continent for hundreds of years, and every human nobleman uses it to enlighten their offspring.

Ban Ade, Aretusa, and even Cowburg all have specialists who study prophetic poetry specifically for prophecy, elf history, ancient language, or simply for rhetoric and history.

Because of the obscurity and ambiguity of the prophetic poems, various professions, including humans, elves, dwarves, other non-human races, sorcerers, druids, nobles, and bards, who specialize in studying Ishlin's prophecies, have their own complex interpretations.

But everyone agrees on one point: the birth of the miracle child will inevitably bring about a huge upheaval that will affect the entire world.

At that time...

Blood will flow into a long river, and corpses will litter the earth...

So here comes a core question...

Whose blood will flow into a long river, and whose corpses will cover the earth?

Considering the numerous human kingdoms, principalities, cities, and villages scattered across the continent, it's not difficult to judge or predict what kind of frenzy would occur if the nobles of the human kingdoms learned of the Child of Miracles' identity.

In addition...

Aresto and Danti may only worry about the bloodshed and carnage foretold in the prophecy, but Vesemir truly knows much more.

Now... Aden has conquered Cordwin, sparking a war of annihilation that has swept across almost the entire northern continent. The cause of all this is nothing more than Arryn, who "killed" the gluttonous Hakuso in Ban Ade, and the great griffin he subdued in Wengeburg.

The legendary Wild Hunt even originated from him.

The prophecy is no longer just a prophecy; that cruel "future" has already happened!

“Inhuman beings…bringing blood and fire…the destroyer of nations is coming…” Vesemir leaned over, staring intently at the patterns on the table covered with crimson liquid, and murmured in a terrifying tone.

Dante was startled by Vesemir's voice and snapped out of his reverie, but he didn't notice Vesemir's unusual behavior.

Because Vesemir's performance was generally no different from his own and Aristotle's.

Who could remain calm in the face of such horrifying news?
“You’re right, Aristotle.”

As Dante recalled certain images, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the wine glass, leaving a deep fingerprint on the iron rim:
"Compared to the mere position of chief of the Wolf School, the question of who should sit there is... Ailin's identity is indeed a major problem..."

“Don’t think of it that way,” Vesemir said, downing the last of his drink in one gulp. “In many interpretations of prophetic poems, the Child of Miracles is also associated with the annihilation of the White Frost and the rebirth of the world.”

"The Child of Miracles is the savior and future of the world."

“No need to explain to me, Vesemir,” Dante said with a wry smile. “Aerin saved my life and prevented me from suffering any damage to my honor.”

"Whether Erin is the Child of Miracles or not, I stand by his side, but..."

He paused, then looked directly into Vesemir's slightly evasive eyes:
“But Vesemir, it doesn’t matter to me.”

"The key is the people of the Northern Continent... Kod... What do the kings of Aden, Temuria, Redalia, Humphries, Kovir, and Bovis think..."

"Once they learn about Erin's background and origins..."

"Few of those short-sighted, selfish nobles will care about your savior of that world or your talk of the future."

"They would wage war greedily for a barren land or a depleted mine, so what chance would they have against the Son of Miracles who might threaten their rule?"

"Then don't let them know!" Vesemir slammed his fist on the table, growling like a mother bear protecting her cubs in the dead of winter.

Don't let them know... Dante paused, then suddenly his eyes widened: "Aida Emin! Jerón Mo..."

“Don’t worry about them,” Aristo waved his hand, interrupting Danti.

Danti paused, and Vesemir, his beastly eyes blazing red, looked over as well: "Why?"

Aresto raised his glass, took a sip of wine, and said, "Ms. Ida Emin was never surprised when she heard about Erin's background, so she must have known about it for a long time."

Vesemir and Dante were surprised for a moment, but that was all.

After all, if we're talking about the group in this world that most hopes to see a child of miracles appear, it's probably only the mountain people who have been driven to the wilderness by humans.

Moreover, Ada Emin, Soi, and Vera were all old acquaintances who had known each other for longer than the witchers themselves.

"As for Jerome, you may not have noticed, but before leaving the lab, Ms. Vera gave Ada Emin a wink."

"Not long after he came out, Jerome was stopped by Ada Emin. It must be about dealing with this matter, most likely some kind of contract or seal."

He paused for a moment, then said:

"The warlocks always find a way, don't they?"

Neither Vesemir nor Dante answered that question.

However, upon hearing that Vera had already arranged everything, they breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, and silently drank their wine while eating dry, cold bread.

“The Griffin School can actually trust Jerome’s character,” Dante suddenly said.

Aresto didn't even look up: "So you're going to risk Arryn's life and death, and the future of the Wolf School?"

Dante fell silent.

“At least the Chief, Vera, and Erin believe in us…” Vesemir said, trying to smooth things over, then paused, glanced at Aresto and Dante, and hesitated, “But shouldn’t we go find Ms. Vera again later and make up for it?”

Aresto and Dante were taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

After a while, Danti said worriedly, "But how long can this be kept secret?"

Erin's talent, speed of growth, and achievements are all too astonishing. There are too many smart people in this world, and not many fools. It will probably not be long before someone guesses his identity.

That was a surging hostility from the entire human world.

What will happen then? Will Erin be able to handle it?
“Now that the Chief and Ms. Vera have been frank, they should be able to come up with a solution.” Vesemir gently patted Danti on the shoulder.

Dante shook his head and sighed.

Aresto remained silent, his furrowed brows unchanged since the beginning. The three Witcher Masters of the Wolf School, especially Vesemir, had all, intentionally or unintentionally, overlooked one point.

The establishment of the Wolf School, and even the existence of the Witcher itself, is for the purpose of protecting humanity.

The prophecy almost explicitly states that the Child of Miracles, who stands in opposition to humanity, is at odds with the original intentions of the Witcher and the Wolf School, and with the vows they themselves once made.
Neutrality is ultimately just a nice excuse and a slogan. Humans exist in this world and are born with a stance.

After a long silence, the only sound in the air was the gradually weakening flames of the fireplace, crackling as they consumed the remaining firewood.

Aresto swallowed the last bite of dry bread with difficulty, then downed the blood-red liquor in his glass in one gulp.

"Bang~"

Aristoto put down his glass and looked up.

His gaze went through the window.

Outside the window, the night sky appeared deep and heavy due to the dense clouds.

Then, Aresto opened his lips, almost completely obscured by his thick beard, and continued to sing the tragic song of fate in a hoarse, weathered voice:
"Those who are far away will die of the plague, those who are close to the ground will perish by the sword; those who flee and hide will succumb to hunger, and those who survive will perish in the frost and snow..."

"Because Tedd Deireádh is coming—the end, the age of sword and axe, the age of contempt."

"In the time of white frost and white light, in the era of cold wolves and snow..."

……

Two days later, at the old spearhead's cave.

As the nightmare of all Witcher apprentices of the Wolf School, there are only three months left until the anniversary of Old Spearhead's death.

Although Old Spearhead is very well-known in the Wolf School and is even a rare one in the history of Witchers, a Cyclops with his own name, it is unlikely that any Witchers from Kaer Morhen would come to pay their respects.

after all……

Almost every Witcher of the Wolf School has had one or two friends killed by Old Spearhead, and some even more.

Perhaps some of the less pleasant memories will, with the passage of time, transform into a mellow and delightful wine worth savoring.

But memories filled with pure pain and loss do not; they only make each recollection more heart-wrenching and ever more vivid with time.

The Wolf School has always had rumors of selecting new challengers for the old spearhead's lair.

However, due to the opposition from Vesemir, Erin, and a considerable number of ordinary witchers, and more importantly, the chief's tacit approval, the matter was ultimately dropped.

The Cave of the Old Spearhead will likely forever remain known as the Cave of the Old Spearhead, with no chance of ever being renamed again.

So.

Every time he comes here and thinks about this, Erin feels an extraordinary sense of accomplishment, more so than killing Hakor, subduing the Great Griffin, or banishing the evil god.

After transmigrating to this world, he did do some things that were clearly good and brought about some positive changes to the world.

This is very important to Erin.

"Tap tap tap~"

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the empty cave.

The figure carrying two swords habitually stopped in a dark corner of the cave, took some materials from his leather pouch, and arranged them on the ground.

"It's been delayed by two more days after all." Erin sighed, skillfully drawing the ritual circle with chalk.

Originally, once Soi's second mutation ended, he should have used up the two celestial sphere convergences the next day to put them into a cooling-off state as soon as possible.

Try to have several celestial convergences before rescuing Henry Gedimidis, so that all attributes reach their limits and a second mutation can be performed.

But plans can't always keep up with changes. Even with Jerome Moru sharing the maintenance of the instrument, the first successful completion of the second mutation brought a wealth of experience and areas for improvement. It was necessary to record these things while all the memories were still fresh after the mutation.

Through this process of recording and discussion, it was discovered that there were still many areas where the already modified instrument could be improved.

No matter how much you compress it, a day still passes by.

The next day, when everything was ready and the celestial bodies were about to meet, Fred's "War Cry: Wild Words" made another breakthrough.

He not only discovered a way to manipulate plants like the stag spirit, but also devised a method to guide other young witchers to awaken "Warcry: Words of the Wild".

Unfortunately, I spent another morning on this.

Fortunately, Mary seemed to be very interested in Battlecry. After guiding her to awaken "Battlecry: Berserk", it was natural to use Fred's method to guide her to awaken "Battlecry: Wild Words".

With her LV7 "Magic Training" skill, Ms. Mary was able to train other young Witchers to awaken "War Cry: Wild Words" much faster than she could herself.

Although he didn't know why "Battle Cry" could be boosted by "Magic Training", it still saved him a lot of time.

But just as he was trying to leave Kaer Morhen again, Philipba Ahart approached him once more.

Something seems to have happened at Wigfortez's place, which has led Tissaya de Veres to also plan to come to Kaer Morhen.

This is not a bad thing.

Because Tissaya de Veris promised to bring all the materials needed to enchant the Wolf School Grandmaster Armor, she would enchant it for Vigfortz after their meeting.

However, the arrival of the Dean of Aretusa at the School of the Wolfs is a significant event, especially given the warlocks' attempts to spy on Kaer Morhen last year. There is much to prepare and discuss with Zoe, Vera, Vesemir, Dante, and Arestor.

And so another half hour passed.

Philippa Ehrhardt was still hanging from the beam that night...

"There's not enough time..."

Erin sighed softly, took out the materials from his pouch, and placed the mercury on the young girl, the magic dust on the pregnant woman, and the sulfur on the old woman.

After carefully completing the setup according to the ritual requirements, he stood up and walked around the entire ritual array four times clockwise, stopping precisely in front of the ritual circle symbolizing the maiden.

"We need to resolve the Celestial Convergence as soon as possible, kill these two Corpse Lords, and then we'll have a lot of things to do back home..."

After reviewing the ceremony once more, Erin took a deep breath and prayed fervently:
"Homage to the Mother of all things, Goddess of fertility, harvest, and childbirth, eternal maiden, mother, and guardian of the old..."

The long, drawn-out prayers echoed through the dark cave, over and over again.

From the second time onwards, ethereal echoes respond, the true voice and the echoes overlap, and the echoes crash against the chaotic stone walls, shattering into even more sounds of praise.

On the ninth repetition, it is as if hundreds or thousands of people are praising and worshiping together, and the dark cavern is transformed into a magnificent cathedral in an instant.

In the corner of the ritual formation, Erin felt as if countless people were bowing down in prayer around him.

Its sound pierced through the solid rock, seemingly reaching straight to a sacred place.

Of course, this was the fifth time the concealment ritual for Meritelli had been performed.

After the usual daze, without even waiting for the ritual circle to light up like a fuse being lit, Erin got up and chose a suitable location to place the "Gate of Ade Gais".

It's best to directly block the large monsters that are converging from the celestial spheres.

“Yes, that’s it!” Erin selected the location and made a mental decision.

[Ding! Use Celestial Convergence - Giant Ghoul (30-day cooldown)?]

Just as the cold system notification appeared in my field of vision...

Unexpectedly, the lingering sound of the holy prayer abruptly ceased.

"Hey~"

Suddenly, a playful female voice sighed from the void:
"My future holy son..."

"You've been a bit lazy lately..."

(End of this chapter)