Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 571 She-Ra and Erin's Tumultuous First Encounter
Time to go, starry-eyed.

We can't waste any more time. Our only hope is to escape quickly. To the right place and the right time.

Ivaraquax hissed, urging her to hurry.

Although there are no traces of the wild hunt here, the grass grows lush and vibrant, while the soil is so lifeless that not even a single earthworm can be found.

This made it feel uneasy.

“No! I’m not going!” Ciri pulled on the reins of her black horse, Kelby, and walked toward the Witcher who stood still. “I have more important things to do, Ivaraquax.”

She recalled how, before the harsh winter arrived and Geralt, Escalde, and Lambert had returned to Kaer Morhen, Vesemir, with his gray hair, was all alone repairing the castle.

If she could change the fate of the Wolf School's destruction, Kaer Morhen might be full of people when she returned.

Vesemir will be very happy.

She-Ra couldn't imagine the so-called time paradox...

For example, if the past can be changed, why is the present so unchanged?
The future rulers of all realms, who will be able to fully control the power of the Ancient Blood, will allow her to be hunted down in the northern Nilfgaard when she was young, and to be bullied by those long-eared elves in Tyr Na'ria.

Could it be that when the ancient blood matures and she becomes capable in the future, she will not know to go back and save her old-fashioned and loving grandmother, her mother and father who died in the shipwreck, and Gisele, Esther, Raef, Iskra, Carrey and Mihir, who were beheaded in Jealousy Village by the Rat Gang?
She hadn't expected that.

She was just a child forced to leave her home, pursued by the world's most terrifying monster—the Wild Hunt—and of course she didn't know.

Or perhaps she was actually vaguely aware of it, but simply didn't want to give up that sliver of hope of changing the status quo.

She yearned for a miracle.

“I am the ruler of all realms, the inheritor of ancient bloodlines, and a descendant of Laura Dorren, daughter of Hidahar. I will surely change the fate of the Wolf School.”

The girl mustered her courage and approached the witcher.

Then she encountered her first tricky problem—how to convince the handsome blue-eyed boy named Erin that she, despite not having cat-like eyes, was also a member of the wolf school…

He was convinced that the Wolf School, which was currently at its peak—a fact that any smart girl could guess without asking—would be crippled by a premeditated man-made disaster.

Because if, before she ran away from the marriage, someone had told her that her powerful, all-powerful grandmother would die in the war and jump from the castle tower.

She wouldn't believe it either.

She would also give the person who cursed them a hard punch, and then have her grandmother chop off his head.

then.

She pondered, walking step by step to the witcher's side, but remained silent.

She even overlooked a very obvious question: why did this witcher, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, show no surprise at all towards her, her earlier question, or Ivaraquax?

But then she remembered the original question.

“Cirira Fiona Ellen Rayanlen, how do you know my name?” Ciri asked curiously.

Erin was silent for a moment, looked around, and said, "Because before I came here, I heard your name..."

He described in detail the scene where he had just entered the world of the vast ocean, transformed into a seagull, and saw swifts battling the wind and waves.

He spoke to Shire and Ivaraquax, who were cautiously approaching, and they were all stunned.

"...At that time, I felt like a seagull about to be swept into the abyss by the raging wind and waves, so I instinctively called out a name that inexplicably resounded through the sky."

After Erin finished his brief explanation, he looked at the girl.

He actually used a little trick.

The voice that resonated with heaven and earth at that time was calling out "Swift" and "Givel (an ancient word for swift)," which is an alternate name for Shire and a name that the Alder people like to call her, not Shire's real name.

But this certainly doesn't count as lying.

"Someone is calling my name on the high seas?" The girl paused, then instinctively looked at Ivaraquax.

The unicorn of the Hair School gleamed with its long horn, snorted, and shook its head.

With starry eyes, she realized he was telling the truth.

The girl turned around, a hint of disappointment in her expression: "So, you don't know how to get back?"

“I really don’t know,” Erin nodded, “but I can feel some kind of attraction from the outside world, growing stronger and stronger. I think when that attraction reaches its peak, I should leave here, so…”

He paused, staring into the girl's emerald green eyes: "If you have anything you want to ask or say, do it as soon as possible."

In fact, when he learned that the current Ciri Fiona Ellen Rayanlun was only a newly awakened ancient blood who had not yet mastered her own abilities, he was just as bewildered as Ciri and did not know what to say.

Yes!

What can I say?

Her mother, Pavita, was long dead, as was her maternal grandmother, Calanthe. She also had her close friends and companions from the Rat Gang, and Visogota, the old hermit Kovo who rescued her when she was dying after she fled from Jealousy Village to the swamps of Perepurut…

Almost everyone she had ever encountered in her life who was worth saving was dead at this point in time.

She had just escaped from Tir Na Lia, the most dangerous capital of Ion El.

She-Ra's worst days are actually over.

Next, in the process of getting familiar with the Ancient Blood's abilities and traveling through time, although some troubles were encountered, none of them were major problems.

Besides, Arlin didn't know how to control the Ancient Blood.

After that, she returned to her world of witchers and went to Stiga Castle, where Vigfortz was hiding.

She was captured by Wigford.

But Geralt's search party found her soon after and rescued her.

Many members of the search party died in this battle, including Angoulême, Cahill, Milva, and Regis the vampire. But can they really save them by saying just a few words to Yu Shiri?
Can't do it.

It was a fierce battle that changed rapidly in a very short time; it was not something that could be predicted or planned in advance.

Later on, the massacre in Rivia that killed Geralt and Yennefer seemed worth changing, but in reality, Geralt and Yennefer were saved in the original timeline, which also triggered the plot of the subsequent three games.

And ultimately!
In the final Witcher 3, apart from the death of Vesemir, the plot was actually complete.

The King of the Wild Hunt is dead, the White Frost has ended, and Geralt and Yennefer/Triss Merigold/Shannie live a shameless life.

Vesemir's death occurred decades later, also during a fierce battle, where he willingly sacrificed himself for Ciri.

How can language be used to change the outcome?

Should Ciri seek refuge with the Nilfgaardian Emperor's father? Or should a large army besiege the Wild Hunt?

Yennefer might agree, but Geralt, Vesemir, and Escal would absolutely not, and even Ciri herself would not agree to such a suggestion that would harm innocent people.

More likely, after hearing that Vesemir will die because of her, Ciri will instead surrender to the Wild Hunt...

The more you do, the more mistakes you make, so it's better to do nothing at all.

Of course, all of this is under the premise that Ciri's world is still the same world as the original world, and that it is not the same world as the northern continent where Arryn is located.

However, if Erin and Shire are different pasts and futures from the same world, then he has even less reason to say anything more to Shire.

He's already transmigrated, so if Vesemir still dies at the hands of the Wild Hunt general Illerith, then his transmigration was for nothing.
therefore.

Erin really didn't have much to say to the girl in front of him.

If only She-Ra were the She-Ra from the game trilogy… Erin sighed softly to himself. She-Ra, upon hearing Erin's question, was surprised by his composure, which seemed completely unlike that of a fourteen-year-old.

When Yar, the sixteen-year-old priest of the temple of Meriteli, first saw her, he blushed and was so excited that he could not speak.

But the boy in front of her seemed to have everything under control and knew it all.

She even saw pity in his beautiful eyes.

but……

Why?
Why should he have mercy on me?
The girl found it absurd; he was clearly the one who deserved the most pity.

A witcher from the Wolf School who left no name behind.

Wait!
The girl frowned, keenly sensing something amiss.

How could someone who has never met her and knows nothing about her pity her?

"you know me."

This is a certainty, not a doubt.

“I’ve seen one of you, in a void of fantasy,” Erin nodded. “There are many words, images, and stories about you there, so yes, I know you.”

The girl was stunned.

She felt that the plot was unfolding differently than she had imagined.

"A prophecy?" she couldn't help but ask.

Erin thought for a moment and nodded: "More or less."

The girl's sense of absurdity intensified.

Anyone can be a prophet, but is it really possible that the Witcher, those brutes who, in Mother Yennefer's words, only know how to wildly swing metal rods, could actually be so?

Those from the Griffin School who are skilled in using magic are generally considered more credible.

She knows the Wolf School all too well.

However, the girl looked at the boy's face but didn't detect any signs of a lie. She turned her head to look at Ivaraquax.

Ivaraquax blinked, its sharp horns flashing with incandescent magical light.

He wasn't lying, starry-eyed. He wasn't lying.

but……

"But what?"

We really need to leave soon, I... I feel like something's not right.

The girl heard Ivaraquax's telepathic message and looked around warily.

All around was a sea of ​​green grass, swaying, bending, and dancing wildly in the gale, with no sign of any living creatures approaching. Even the sound of the wind was strangely silent.

Finding no danger, the girl turned her attention back to the boy in front of her.

"What do you know about me?" she couldn't help but ask, not because she didn't trust Ivaraquax's judgment, but because unicorns were born with the talent to see through lies.

She just really found it hard to accept that a witcher, especially a witcher around fourteen or fifteen years old, could be a prophetic master.

Generally speaking, those who are good at prophecy are old men with long, white beards that reach the ground and wearing shabby gray robes.

"Knowing that you are from Sintra and possess extraordinary talent, and because of this talent, you have attracted extraordinary covetousness..."

"Of course, some people covet not your talent, but your birth, because you are the princess of Sintra, the princess of Brug and the duchess of Soden, the heir of Inis Ad Skellig and Inis Ann Skellig, and the overlord of Atri and Eber Yara..."

"...You must have just escaped from an elven castle and are on your way back to your world..."

"I think I've said enough. Let's use the remaining time for more meaningful topics. What do you think?"

The girl listened in a daze, her face filled with disbelief.

After Erin finished speaking, she took another step closer to him with a face full of admiration, her clear, emerald-green eyes suddenly only a step away from his.

"Enough! Enough!" she exclaimed in surprise. "You actually knew all of this? But shouldn't I just be the princess of Sintra? Where did all those other titles come from?"

"Never mind! It's not important!"

"Arryn, does the Wolf School still have a tradition of divination? Why have I never heard Vesemir or Geralt mention it?"

"Are all the current apprentices of the Wolf School like you?"

"Kaer Morhen..."

"Stop!" The barrage of curious remarks from the child left Erin dizzy, and he quickly interrupted, "First of all, those titles are real, either from other countries' vassal states during the war, or from your grandfather's claims..."

"Secondly, I am who I am, and I am more talented in certain areas than other witchers of the Wolf School."

"Furthermore, I am not an apprentice, I am a Witcher, and a Witcher Master of the Wolf School."

"at last……"

Erin straightened her face and sternly rebuked, "None of this matters in the end. You're wasting your time!"

Perhaps it's because Tyr Na Lia, who has been living in Aion El for a long time, seems to be in a very safe environment...

Seeing a Witcher, especially one from the Wolf School, seemed to excite and make Ciri feel particularly close to him.

Do not!
They can't even be called close anymore; with a distance of no more than two fists between them, it's more like dependence.

The girl's fair skin, the scar on her left eye, and even the fine downy hair on her face were all clearly visible, causing Erin to subconsciously take a half step back.

I had to speak coldly to cool her down.

"I...I'm sorry..." The girl was startled by Erin's attitude and apologized repeatedly, but before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly opened her mouth slightly and exclaimed in surprise, "But how old are you? You're not just a formal Witcher, you're a Witcher Master?"

"Ahem~" Erin coughed lightly twice.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry," the girl said, noticing the boy's increasingly grim expression. Finally remembering her initial purpose for approaching him, she put on a stern face and said seriously, "Eileen, do you know?"

Seeing the girl's expression, Erin also became serious, thinking that the Ancient Blood was about to reveal some great secret.

result……

The girl said in a deliberately profound tone, "The Wolf School is on the verge of extinction!"

"Eirin, only we can save her..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The unicorn Ivaraquax suddenly stood upright and screeched a warning.

At the same time, a child's voice echoed in Erin and She-Ra's minds:

"Starry-eyed, watch out!"

"Something's coming!"

(End of this chapter)