Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 569 Opening the Envelope! He saw a swift!
Ada Emin was neither in the Witcher's lab nor on the arrow emplacements outside the north tower.

When she found one of the few remaining knowledgeable people among the mountain people, she was standing on the outer wall of the castle, her arms resting on the cold wall, gazing northward.

Her long, vermilion hair hung down, obscuring her face, like a quietly burning flame.

To the north lie the towering mountains of the Kaermohan Valley, where clouds and mist, like ribbons, entwine the green, gray, or pure white mountain bodies, while eagles cry out as they survey the entire mountain range.

Further away lies a clear lake, partially hidden by the mountains.

The lake was beautiful, shimmering in the evening sunset, but it had a rather unpleasant name—Killer Lake.

"Your house has been robbed, and you're still admiring the scenery?"

Erin couldn't help but mutter a complaint to himself as he stepped forward.

When they got within about five steps of each other, Ada Emin’s pointed ears, hidden in her vermilion hair, twitched slightly, but she did not turn around.

“That is Palasiolis, which in the Old Language means the place closest to the sky,” the elven sorceress’s voice was exceptionally clear and distant, “or rather, the place closest to the sky that the mountain people can reach.”

Erin walked to her side and looked in the direction she was looking, only to see a range of mountains.

“I’ve never heard of the name Palacioris.” He frowned.

“Of course you wouldn’t have heard,” the elven sorceress’s tone was unreadable, “because even the Mountain People themselves have forgotten the name and the place. Pallasioris is the end of your Wolf School’s Mountain Trials, which you now call the Elemental Ring.”

It was that ruin beneath the Ring of Elements… A flash of inspiration struck Erin.

"Do you know why the Mountain People are called the Mountain People?" Ada Emin turned to look at him. "The dwarves who spend their days with minerals and mountains are the ones who truly deserve that title."

He paused for a moment, then shook his head.

Ida Emin turned back to look at the mist-shrouded mountains and sighed softly.

"Because we name every mountain, the most remote one, and when we conquer a place, we always find that place first, the highest one."

"why?"

“The people of Ain Siddi are not native to this world. Our ancestors came on the ‘white boat’ but still longed for their homeland. The lofty mountains made them feel closer to their homeland.”

“And what about the mountain people now?” Erin asked. “Do they still want to return to their homeland?”

Ida Emin did not speak.

After a while, seeing that she didn't seem to intend to speak, Erin opened his mouth, intending to tell Ban Ad about his current situation.

"Tessa de Veres and Wigfortz brought bad news."

This was a certainty, not a question. She turned around, her emerald green skirt swaying, her eyes calm.

Erin paused for a moment, then nodded and recounted the bad news that Vigforts had brought.

Ada Emin's expression remained completely unchanged throughout the entire ordeal, against the backdrop of the azure sky.

"You're not surprised, why?" Erin couldn't help but ask after explaining the free elves' situation.

The beautiful elven sorceress smiled gently: "Don't forget, I am an expert on the people of the mountains."

"You saw the prophecy?"

“It wasn’t me,” Ada Emin shook her head. “It was Enid’s (Francesca’s) father, Himles Fantaby.”

"He has gone further than anyone else in predicting this path."

"He shared the prophecy with me before accepting Vera's invitation to come to Kaer Morhen."

Indeed, if Himrice Fenderbe hadn't witnessed Ariel's crushing defeat in his crystal ball a hundred years ago, the Free Elves might not even exist today.

Hearing this, Erin breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that Ban Ad won't be a big problem for the free elves."

Ada Emin didn't speak, but the expression on her face wasn't one of confidence; rather, it seemed as if she had let go of something, felt relieved.

When Erin realized something was wrong, she suddenly changed the subject, saying, "However, prophecies can only reveal fragments of information. Your news is very important to the free elves. Thank you."

“No…it’s alright, we’re allies who just signed an alliance agreement after all,” Erin said, frowning.

Ada Emin nodded, turning back to gaze at the undulating mountains: "It's a pity I have to leave now. The matter of teaching construct biology will have to wait until next time we meet."

Just say it.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the elven sorceress conjured an orange-red portal on the city wall.

"Please say goodbye to Vera and Soy for me."

"Wait!" Erin suddenly called out, stopping Ada Emin, who had already stepped halfway into the portal.

He opened the reagent bag, took something out from the innermost part, and handed it to Ada Emin: "This is..."

“A lovebird.” Ada Emin gazed wistfully at the crystal-clear bird in her palm.

The moment the lovebird landed in her palm, it immediately became lively, affectionately rubbing its short beak against the elven sorceress's slender index finger.

"Didn't Vera and Soy tell you?" Ada Emin noticed Erin's surprised gaze on the lovebirds and chuckled. "These lovebirds were given to Soy when he was still at Mograg Castle in the Witcher Order. Vera begged me for a long time before I finally gave them to them."

Vera has been pestering you for so long... Erin raised an eyebrow; his useless observations had increased.

"If..." he paused, "...things don't go well, you can contact me using the lovebird, and I might be able to help."

Ada Emin stared at Erin quietly for a while, then suddenly asked, "Soy and Vera agreed?"

“I am the future leader of the Wolf School,” Erin said solemnly, looking her straight in the eye, “but not in the name of the Wolf School, but in my personal name.”

Ada Emin's eyes softened.

I gently stroked the lovebird's glistening feathers with my left hand, making the lovebird tremble vividly.

“Thank you,” she said softly, then winked at Erin with a playful expression. “I will personally deliver it to Francesca.”

Under the elven sorceress's suddenly intense gaze, Erin awkwardly turned her head away, averting her gaze: "Not really..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Boom~"

The orange-red portal has vanished without a trace.

Only the mountain wind howls, cutting through the forests and over the mountains, crashing heavily against the gray and cold city walls, releasing a hoarse lament.

"Free Spirit..."

The Witcher gazed into the distance at the mountain the mountain people called Palacioris and sighed softly.

……

After meeting Ada Emin, Erin stood in the empty city wall passage for a while before leaving.

However, he did not return to the Lord's Hall in Soy, nor did he go to Old Spearhead's cave to use up the two celestial conjunctions after Mary had absorbed Ronnie Dickinson's air mage spirit.

King Rado of Cordwin is currently in Kal Village, where Vesemir, Dante, Jerón Morlu, and the power-hungry and troublesome Philippa Ehrert are also located.

This matter is like a volcano buried underground.

It's hard to say whether it's an extinct volcano or an active volcano that might suddenly erupt unexpectedly.

After giving the lovebird to Ida Emin, he didn't have any magical items to contact her in time. What if Mary's lovebird flew to the camp of the free elves deep in the Blue Mountains near Ben Ade...

That scene is just too beautiful to imagine, I can't even bear to think about it.

And it will also delay important matters.

Therefore, after encountering Aristotle, who had arranged for Tissaya de Veres and her party, on the way to Erin, he left his remaining journey and instructed Vesemir and the others to call him when they returned, before going directly back to his room on the third floor of the tower.

However, perhaps there's no need for Aresto and other master witchers to remind him.

Once Philippa Ehrert returns, she will definitely fly back immediately.

"Bang~" The door closed gently.

Erin looked around warily, not even missing the roof beams.

Then he lit the candles in the room, went to the terrace, closed the terrace door, and sat down in a high-backed chair at the small oak table, facing the terrace.

Once everything settles down.

Erin took a deep breath and pulled out the gift that Wiggins had given him from his chest.

"Vigorfords, what does this mean?"

He didn't rush to open the envelope, his eyes fixed on the ancient words "Aen Hen Ichaer (Ancient Blood)" written in standard aristocratic calligraphy.

"The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun."

"That is also the time when the seeds sown by Hen Ichaer—the blood of the ancients—are reborn."

"This will not sprout, but it will ignite a raging fire."

“Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch out for the signs!”

"If you wish to know what the signs are, listen to my words: First, Aen Seidhe—the blood of the elves—will engulf the earth..."

As I gently stroked the line of text, a desolate female voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

It was as if he were not in a warm room, but in an ancient war ruin, listening to a bard chanting the prophetic poem of Ishlin from her past life.

In that prophetic poem, there is no child of miracles born in a land of bitter cold, bringing blood and fire.

Only the blood of the ancients.

The ancient blood of Laura Dorren Ap Sidhar, the elven sage with the ability to foresee and travel through time, traces back to Oberon Mushitaki, the elven king of the Alder people.

"She's not a child."

Suddenly, a deep male voice echoed in my mind, repeating:

"She is a flame, a white flame that will surely ignite the world."

"She is of ancient blood, Hen Ichaer. Blood of the elves."

"This will not sprout, but will ignite a raging fire. Blood will be tainted... That is the age of end, Tedd Deireadh will finally arrive. Va'esse deireadh aep eigean!"

……

“Cirira Fiona Ellen Rayanlun…”

The candlelight flickered.

The Witcher pulled himself out of his reverie, murmuring the name of the girl from his past life who had permeated the entire Witcher world—the name of the Ancient Blood.

Even though no one else knew, he had known all along, ever since Vera recited Islin's prophetic verses before him after the Trial of the Grasses.

He was a substitute, taking someone else's place in the Witcher world.

Of course, Erin was not afraid of the appearance of the ancient blood; on the contrary, after the initial shock, he was truly relieved.

Because in the original timeline, the Ancient Blood was the key to solving the White Frost problem.

If Cirira Fiona Ellen Rayanlen really does reappear in this world, that would be a good thing for him.

To be honest, even though the Witcher world that Erin lives in is a world far more magical than depicted in the original stories and games—

Whether it's the witcher, the sorcerer, or the monster, their strength is portrayed as being more powerful than in the original story and the game.

In the original story, Vesemir couldn't possibly blow the water ghost away and hang it on the wall with just one Alder Wave sign.

The great griffin does not flap its wings or unleash powerful elemental fluctuations.

The Wild Hunt couldn't possibly destroy half of Elland with just a few spells.

Even so, Erin didn't think he could defeat the later-stage Ancient Blood – Cirira Fiona Ellen Rayanren.

After all, she can predict the future, blink, and travel through time and space, past, future, and many other worlds.

She even resurrected Geralt, who was killed by pitchforks in Rivia, with a unicorn named Ivaraquax, and Yennefer, who died along with Geralt after exhausting all her energy while trying to heal him.

This is not the same level of power that Erin currently possesses.

Therefore, he wanted She-Ra to exist.

The reason Erin was initially somewhat flustered was simply because he had never imagined that the name of Ciri, who had been pushed out of her place, would appear before him in this way, especially through the hands of Vigforts.

"Vigorford probably already knows my identity as the Child of Miracles..."

"So why did he send me this letter?"

"Testing?"

Erin pursed her lips, her gaze solemn as she looked at the letter.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then checked it again using the elemental perspective of the wolf emblem before carefully removing the wax seal.

Inside was a sheet of chiffon paper, folded and lying inside the envelope.

"Wow~"

Amidst the soft rustling of paper, Erin unfolded the chiffon paper and suddenly paused in surprise.

"Why... is it blank?"

The front of the chiffon paper is completely white, without a single word or even a trace of a pen.

Simply put, Wigford gave him a blank sheet of paper.

"Something's wrong..."

Although Erin examined the white paper carefully for a long time, he found nothing unusual. However, the chiffon paper, which should have no smell at all, was faintly emitting a strange fragrance.

Old and worn, like an ancient temple with burning incense.

The moment he sensed the exotic fragrance, it suddenly intensified, like a rushing stream transforming into a raging storm.

"Wow~"

A blinding green flame shone on the chiffon paper, and an extremely complex and twisted magic array was hidden within the flame.

"Oh no!" Erin's expression changed drastically. She was about to throw away the chiffon paper and disappear from the room.

The world suddenly turned upside down.

The sea roared, waves crashed against the rocky shore, and spray flew between the boulders.

He flapped his wings, chasing the salty sea breeze. With indescribable joy, he swooped down, caught up with a group of his brethren, brushed the crests of the waves with his claws, and soared into the sky again, leaving behind water droplets, gliding with the wind, the gale howling through his delicate feathers.

He saw a swift flying amidst the raging waves.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Wiegolfotz was helping Lydia van Bradwater pin a canvas on the terrace of a guest room in Kaer Morhen.

"What's wrong, Vigo?"

Lydia van Bradwater asked when Wigford suddenly stopped what she was doing.

At this moment, Wigfordtz did not hear Lydia van Bradwater's surprised voice at all.

He suppressed the unspeakable shock and joy in his heart, and murmured to himself:
"That thing is actually real?"

(End of this chapter)