Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 610: Has the Wild Hunt locked onto the Child of Miracles?
The Witcher gently placed the burden he carried, along with the black cloth covering it, on a raised, flat platform in the secret passage.

The powerful pressure unique to Demon Source Heng Gedimidis instantly enveloped the entire space.

The black cloth worn by Henry Gedimidis is not uncommon.

It was a kind of alchemical byproduct—the Demon-Hidden Black Cloth—that was produced during the dyeing process by being stained with dye containing Demon-Repelling Gold Powder.

It can conceal magical fluctuations, but unlike true magic-blocking gold, it won't suppress or even destroy already formed magical power. It's generally used for preserving magical ornaments.

Of course, there are other uses as well.

When he first arrived here, Vesemir had covered the cage containing the water ghost with this kind of cloth to prevent the Witcher's school emblem from buzzing constantly inside the castle.

However, given the intensity of the magical fluctuations from Hen Gedimidy, this piece of black cloth was clearly of much higher quality than the ones from the Wolf School.

Wigford's preparations were truly thorough.

If it weren't for the magic-concealing black cloth, which couldn't conceal the magical fluctuations released by Hen Gedimidis, the attack that instantly killed three or four magical servants would never have happened.

Erin lifted the black cloth.

"Om~"

The wolf emblem pulsed violently on the leather armor, its fluorescent blue light flashing incessantly from beneath the black cloth, illuminating the floating dust.

"Tread~step~"

Wigford approached and then gathered the black cloth to the other side of the platform.

Hen Gedimidis, the most senior, powerful, and influential sorcerer on the Northern Continent, was now fully revealed to the two of them.

Hen Gedimidis had his eyes closed, dressed in a black sorcerer's robe, and looked as if he were frozen in a thin layer of ice.

The outer layer of ice was very soft, more like some kind of gel that didn't hinder movement, and it was soft to the touch, yet rough and not slippery.

The fluorescent blue light emanates from these translucent gels, flickering like breathing.

It is estimated that this was some kind of protective measure that Henry Gedimidis had prepared before he fell into a coma.

However, what's absurd is that, through some unknown means, Sunny managed to pierce through the gelatinous layer with a magic-blocking golden shackle and put it on Henry Gedimidis's wrist.

Although this does not affect the fluorescent blue magical glow emitted by the unknown gel.

This did not prevent the terrifying, beast-like pressure emanating from the sleeping Henry Gedimidis.

This is outrageous...

The Witcher was somewhat taken aback.

It's important to know that the Magic-Blocking Shackles' effect of suppressing magic power can completely deprive a powerful sorcerer of all spellcasting abilities, causing them considerable discomfort.

In the original story, Alto Terranova, one of the five members of the Association of Talents and Memory and the top sorcerer in the Northern Continent, was put in the magic-blocking shackles by Dijestra, the head of Redanian intelligence, during the coup on Xenide Island. He immediately screamed, struggled, and bent over to vomit.

The reaction was quite violent.

Hen Gedimidis is now fast asleep, but the oppressive aura and the strange, gelatinous magical fluctuations are still very noticeable.

But upon further reflection, it doesn't seem so strange.

During the same coup on Xenide Island, Tessaia de Veris not only freed herself from the magic-blocking shackles, but also freed the shackles on the wrists of other sorceresses.

Henry Gedimidis was stronger than Tessa de Veres, so naturally he could do things that ordinary people could not.

“You’ve protected Dean Hen Gedmiddis well; he’s not seriously injured,” Vigfortz nodded slightly after examining him, rising from the ground. “However, we now have two options…”

“One way is like what just happened, where you carry Henry Gedimidis on your back, and I'm responsible for disguising and protecting him, and that's how we escaped the secret passage and faced the inescapable net outside…”

"another……"

Wigford pointed to the magic-resistant golden shackles on Henry Gedimidis's wrists:
"Henry Gedimidis's recovery is being suppressed by the magic-blocking gold. We can think of some ways to first unlock the shackles and awaken Henry Gedimidis to see if that's a better approach..."

“I choose the first option.” The Witcher waved his hand and picked up the black cloth covering Hen Gedimidis.

He must be crazy to choose the second option at this point.

They are currently rescuing Hen Gedimidis from Ben Ade, but Hen Gedimidis himself is unaware of this.

What if, after the shackles are removed and Hen Gedimidis is awakened, he immediately unleashes a fireball or a more damaging spell?
Even if Henry Gedimidis listened to their explanation, who could guarantee that he wouldn't have other ideas?
What if, after exiting the secret passage, Hen Gedimidis still thinks he is the source of the demon that controlled Ban Ade in the past, and that his whereabouts have been exposed?
What if you're blinded by rage at being betrayed by a traitor and end up fighting Sunny and Ottolan head-on while you're still weak?
Even if he went out and used his eloquence and past prestige to persuade the sorcerer Ben Ade, or compromise and appease him, and forgive his former apprentice Sunny and "colleague" Ottolan, what should he do when everything is all right?
How did he, a Witcher of the Wolf School, conduct himself at that time?

No matter how I think about it, it seems unreliable. It's better to just stay a burden like this. At least for now, Henry Gedimidis is under control.

Wiggoffez shrugged, noncommittally helping Erin wrap up Henry Gedmiddis.

"rumble!"

A continuous rumbling sound came from the place we came from.

Pebbles danced on the platform next to Hen Gedimidis, while gravel and dust fell from the cave ceiling.

“Senni must hate you to death…” Erin shook his head slightly as he listened to the rapid roar in his ears. “You should have hidden yourself with illusion magic like I did.”

Wiggerts wrapped up Henry Gedimidis and strapped him to Erin's back: "That might not go so smoothly."

“The secret passage is not close to us. If two strangers come out, it will only attract Senny and Miguel to quickly counterattack and restrain us.”

"My face, no matter what, should be enough to surprise them, giving them enough time to plan their attack routes and strategies..."

A psychological tactic?
Erin thought about it, and realized that the questions Miguel and Sunny had asked because of Wigfordts's face and his "betrayal" had indeed bought them a lot of time.

If they hadn't had that much time, they could have easily escaped into the secret passage by surprise, but they would have inevitably suffered more injuries.

However, this came at the cost of Wiegoffetz completely offending Ban Ade and the Risberg Civil Partnership!

To be able to make such a decision in such a short time...

It can only be said that it truly lives up to its name as the source of magic, and it truly lives up to its name as the future Vigfortz who will stir up the winds and clouds of the entire world.

"But is Lydia alright?"

Erin suddenly remembered the sorceress who was still keeping an eye on Ban Ade.

If news of Vigfortz's betrayal reaches those above, the sorceress will likely be in grave danger.

"How about we send her a magical text message now?" he suggested.

Vigford paused, remaining silent for a few seconds. “The magical message can only travel along the path, either exiting through the crevice behind us and being intercepted by Sunny and Miguel…” he murmured, “or it will leave this secret passage before us, but that might alert the wizards and guards hiding at the exit…”

Wigford paused for a moment, then said:

"Lydia is an excellent sorceress; she will take good care of herself."

Erin, who had just carried Henry Gedimidis on his back, fell silent upon hearing this.

"That's the kind of thing Wigford would do..." he thought.

If he were truly just Erin, a Witcher born and raised on the northern continent, perhaps he might have thought that Vigfortz was confident in Lydia's abilities.

But he wasn't. He knew that in the future of the original story, when the coup occurred on Xenide Island, in order to protect the captured Vigforts, Lydia attacked the mages who supported the Northern Kingdom with a dagger, and was stabbed to death by her own dagger in the chaos.

It may seem like just an accident, but during the battle where Geralt's leg was broken, he did question—

[Vigorfortz, why did Lydia have to die? Why did you order her to die? Her mission was to draw your attention, right? Her mission was to buy you time to develop resistance to the anti-magic gold so you could signal Reins telepathically, right? Poor Lydia, the disfigured painter. Everyone knows she was just a scapegoat. Everyone understands that, except herself…]

"By the way, Erin."

At this moment, Wigford suddenly asked a question, intentionally or unintentionally, changing the subject.

he asked:
Why did Sunny and Miguel mistake you for the Wild Hunt?
-
Yeah, why?

After casually brushing off Vigforts, the Witcher pondered to himself.

Sunny and Miguel's tone was not one of speculation, but of certainty.

They were quite certain that the man carrying Henry Gedimidis on his back with Wigfordt was the Wild Hunt.

why?
Countless scenes from after leaving Kaer Morhen flashed through his mind.

"It's not surprising that they're mistaken for the Wild Hunt. Before the real Wild Hunt even arrives, they're already wearing the Wild Hunt's armor of conquest."

“Since the journey from the Withered Woods to Kaer Morhen was safe and smooth, it couldn’t have been that my escape was discovered by some wizard,” Erin speculated in his mind. “Senni and Ottolan’s return time is certainly not late, but it is definitely not early either.”

"Therefore, it was long after I left that battlefield that Sunny and Ottolan found me, and considering that I had taken off the Wild Hunt's armor of conquest not long after leaving the Withered Woods..."

"If it is a prophecy, there is no reason why it should only prophesy about me, about what I was like before I laid down my eyes of true knowledge and left the withered forest..."

"and many more!"

Suddenly, the Witcher had a flash of inspiration and thought to himself, "The Eye of Truth!"

"What's wrong?" Wigfordts noticed his dramatic emotional shift and asked, puzzled, "What did you discover?"

“Nothing?” Erin shook his head, his ears twitching slightly. He pointed to the sky with his free finger, changing the subject. “Did you hear that? It wasn’t just Sunny and his men making those sounds.”

Wigfordts' attention was indeed diverted, and he looked up at the dark stone ceiling.

"Rumble~"

The vibration was very faint; even with the Demon Source's keen perception, it could only be barely heard.

Wigfordts's expression grew increasingly grave as he recalled the depth of the underground palace and the length and slope of the secret passages they had traversed.

“This is no small matter,” he frowned. “Ban Ade is experiencing another massive war, no, not even a normal human battle would be this intense…”

"Wild Hunt!"

"The Wild Hunt returned with Sunny and Ottoran, but..."

Wiggerts was puzzled: "Why were Sunny and Ottolan so foolish as to bring the monsters home? Shouldn't the battle have been resolved deep within Blue Mountain?"

"No, Lydia's letter clearly mentioned that Ben Ade and the wizards of the Risberg Civil Cooperative were completely unharmed..."

"strangeness……"

“Don’t think about it so much,” Erin waved his hand to interrupt Vigforts, pointing to Hen Gedimidis behind him. “Whether it’s the Wild Hunt or not, isn’t the chaos in Ban Ade a good thing for us?”

Wigford paused for a moment, then relaxed his brow and nodded: "That's right, it is indeed a good thing."

“However, we can’t be careless. I know Ottoland and Sunny; they will never let us go easily.”

"Moreover, although the Wild Hunt caused great damage to Ban Ad six months ago, it is absolutely impossible for them to destroy Ban Ad a second time, six months later..."

He looked into the Witcher's eyes and said solemnly, "Ban Ade and the Risberg Civil Cooperative Organization have ample reserves."

"I understand." Erin nodded gently.

He certainly wouldn't be careless.

Even though he wasn't like Wiggoffetz and stayed in Ben Ade all the time, he knew that since Ben Ade had been destroyed once half a year ago, it would definitely have done a lot of research and preparation for the Wild Hunt.

Ban Ade is, after all, the city of male wizards, not some other outdated, massive, and clumsy secular kingdom on the northern continent.

Besides, the Risberg Civil Cooperative was supposedly there specifically for the Wild Hunt, so how could they be completely unprepared...

He was just thinking...

Based on the casualties of Ban Ade and the Risberg Civil Cooperative, the two sides should have ceased fighting soon after he left the withered woodland.

Sunny and Ottoran somehow found him through the Eye of Truth and tracked him all the way to Ben Ade.

The magical message sent by Lydia van Bradwater did not mention the Wild Hunt, so the Wild Hunt must have descended upon Ben Aard after that, which must have been unexpected by Sunny and Ottolan.

……

Then the problem is coming.

It is known that the Wild Hunt are not stupid, unintelligent monsters, but a warrior race whose intelligence is no less than that of humans, and who are even more experienced—Ion El.

Why did the Wild Hunt, having already left the Withered Woods and avoided the battle with Ban Aard and the elites of the Risberg Civil Cooperative, suddenly attack Ban Aard—the sorcerer's stronghold—at this moment?
They came for Ben Ade, hoping to catch the wizards off guard, or perhaps...

They're coming for me, for the miracle child who will trigger the conjunction of the celestial spheres...

in other words……

"Has the Wild Hunt found some way to pinpoint my location?"

Erin's face shifted between light and shadow in the deep darkness...

(End of this chapter)