Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 643 If I Had a Child

"...flat as a plate, rusty, rough, covered with spiky gray carapace-like skin, with three pairs of spider-like limbs, taller than me..."

"Did you encounter Koschey in the Amer Mountains?"

“Yes, Koschij, that’s the name Vincent said too… Oh, we’ve arrived…”

Colin chatted as he led a group of people to the shade of an oak tree.

Once his eyes adjusted to the shift between the blinding sunlight and shadows, he immediately noticed that Vincenta's expression seemed a little off.

But looking at the blood-red fox, the sorceress who had just turned a human into a leech, her gratitude and fawning were clearly visible.

what happened?
Colin approached discreetly and exchanged a glance with Vincent, only to find that Vincent's gaze was so complex that he couldn't decipher it at all.

"What happened?" Colin whispered in Vincent's ear.

Vincent shook her head gently.

Before Colin could ask another question, Vincennes had already shifted her gaze to Francesca Fantaby.

Francesca Fantaby's crude disguise, meant to fool humans, could not possibly escape the notice of the mistress of the Ring of Maidalui.

After a couple of glances, she recognized Francesca Fantabey as an elf, and with her exceptionally beautiful appearance, blonde hair, and blue eyes, Vinsenna already had a guess in her mind. When her gaze fell on the last sorceress who approached, this guess was confirmed.

“Sage Amin, what brings you here?” Vincenta asked in surprise.

Druids are students of the forest and nature. They learn about nature by talking to plants and trees, and harness the powerful forces of nature to maintain the balance of the ecosystem.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and all other intelligent beings are part of nature. Most Druids, of course, do not share the same level of aversion and hatred towards non-human races as ordinary humans.

On the contrary.

Unlike warlocks, most Druids hold the view that humanity should not destroy all elves.

On the one hand, it stems from its belief in the natural world. It holds that any living being that exists in nature inherently possesses the responsibilities bestowed upon it by Mother Nature. Under Mother Nature, all living things are equal, and humans are no more noble than a dung beetle.

Although different Druid Circles, different factions of the same Druid Circle, and even different individuals within the same faction all have their own interpretations of the doctrine.

However, the complete extermination of a particular species would certainly violate all Druidic doctrines.
The extinction of any living creature would disrupt the natural cycle, even if it were ghouls or spirits, let alone elves.

On the other hand, the Druid sect originated from the elves and can be considered a continuation of the Druid sect of the elves.

It doesn't count as betraying humanity.

If we trace back through history, the identity of the first elf to accept the "initial landing" of humans on the northern continent may be unknown, but humanity's progress to where it is today is absolutely inseparable from the help of the elven druid sect, which upholds the equality of all living beings.

Therefore, most of the various Druid Circles do not discriminate against elves, and many sects (far from countries like Redalia and Cordwin, which are extremely hostile to elves) have a significant number of elf members.

As for why Vincent knew Ada Emin?

Can you guess why those who understand this are also called elven "sages"...?

Ada Emin glanced sideways at Francesca Fantaby: "To atone for a debt of gratitude."

Francesca Fantaby, who was staring at Mary, shuddered as if she had heard something unbelievable. She turned around abruptly in astonishment to look at Ida Emin. After meeting her gaze, she lowered her head in fright, tracing the shape of the weeds on the ground in the shadows, her heart trembling.

Will not! Will not!
I didn't tell anyone, and I even told Kalia not to. How could Ada know that the one who orchestrated that celestial conjunction and saved the free elves was Erin?!
It must be because Erin saved her mother that Ada always remembered that favor.

Must be!
Francesca Fantaby glanced at Ida Emin, and seeing Ida Emin's ambiguous smile, she quickly lowered her head and dared not speak again.

"To repay a debt of gratitude..." Vinsena was stunned by this unexpected answer. She couldn't believe that a knowledgeable person, a high-ranking member of the free elves, would owe a witcher a debt of gratitude.

Is it because of this young elf?
Vincent glanced at Francesca Fantaby, whose entire being seemed strange, every strand of hair, every movement, and every expression seemed to say "I love Erin," and began to make some guesses.

At this time.

Seeing that Francesca Fantabay and Ida Emin's strange interaction had ended, Colin quickly introduced them to Vincent.

“Visenna, these are Master Vesemir of the Wolf School, Master Dante of the Wolf School, Master Jerón Morlü of the Griffin School, and Vigolfortz…”

After a brief introduction, Vera took over the conversation:
"Erin was seriously injured, but thanks to Ms. Vincenta's treatment, her condition has stabilized. She just needs to rest for a while longer."

Upon hearing this, the several demon hunters from the Wolf School breathed a sigh of relief and expressed their gratitude to Vinsenna.

After a period of polite social interaction and promises, Vesemir glanced at Erin, who lay motionless on the stretcher, and asked:
"It's good that your injuries have stabilized. So what's the next step? Should we go straight back to Kaer Morhen to recuperate? Or should we go to the Temple of Meritelli in Elland to see High Priestess Ianna?"

After the question was asked, an eerie silence fell under the shade of the oak tree.

Vera, who should have made the decision, remained silent.

For a moment, only the early autumn wind blew across the open fields, rustling through the tops of the oak trees.

It was only then that Vincenta suddenly remembered the conversation between Erin and Vera.

[First, there's the matter of Vinsenna and Corin. Send them to the Ring of Maidruid. If they extend an invitation for us to stay, then there's no rush to return to Kaer Morhen.]

Erin seems eager to come back to the Ring of Maidalui with us...

She glanced thoughtfully at the witcher on the ground.

To be honest, if it hadn't been Vera, but rather a group of witchers like Vesemir, or even a few sorceresses, she would have definitely persuaded them to come back to the Ring of Maidalui with her to heal.

But those present now, not to mention Vera, the most skilled alchemist of the Northern Continent, Aida Emin, a free elf with expertise in healing all sorts of wounds, are even more adept at it.

Compared to them, Visena's own achievements in herbalism and alchemy were nothing more than those of an apprentice.

Besides, there's also the Temple of Meritelli...

That's the place in the entire northern continent that's most skilled at treating all kinds of illnesses and wounds...

“This matter… is not urgent,” Vera paused for a moment, her tone slightly stiff. “Erin has already told me that he has promised to send you back to the Ring of Maidalui.”

"I happen to have the spatial coordinates of Maina here, so I'll send you back first..."

Without waiting for Vincenta's refusal, Vera snapped her fingers.

"Boom~"

An orange-red portal immediately appeared, spinning in the shadow of the oak tree.

“Vesemir, Dante,” Vera said, turning to the two Witcher Masters of the Wolf School after the portal opened. “The spatial coordinates are not in the Ring of Maynadrui, but in the wilderness outside Maynadrui. It may be dangerous. You two go in and investigate.”

"Us?" Vesemir and Danti, whose names were suddenly called, were stunned. They looked stiffly at the portal that seemed to be spinning their souls into it, and pointed to themselves.

Not all witchers can be like Arryn, suddenly becoming fearless of portals for no apparent reason. Of course.

This "portal syndrome" is caused by the Witcher's unique sensory organs, just like how an ordinary person would feel nauseous if they looked at a rotating object for too long.

In reality, there was no harm done.

Vera nodded: "That's right, it's you guys."

Vesemir and Dante exchanged a glance and opened their mouths, but because of Vera's indifferent expression, and the presence of Vinsenna and Colin beside them, they did not speak.

The two Wolf School witcher masters, still stiff, nodded and walked towards the portal.

“Uh…” Vinsenna suddenly spoke up at this moment, her tone almost imperceptibly stiff, “Ayrin’s injuries are very serious, and some of the herbs that can treat them may not be available in Kaer Morhen. For the sake of treatment and recovery, why don’t you come back to the Ring of Maidarui with us?”

"That will be troublesome." Vera replied without hesitation, as if she had been waiting for this response.

“It is an honor for the Ring of Maidalui to have Ms. Vera invited.” Vinsena bowed slightly and sighed inwardly.

Whatever Erin's reasons for longing for the Ring of Maidalui, a wolf-school witcher who had been seriously injured and rescued would not harbor any ill intentions.

Vera secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since receiving the title of Master Alchemist from the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, she hadn't so subtly and indirectly "made" a request to visit in a long time.

Although Erin only said "if" they extended the invitation, how could she possibly disappoint Erin, especially after calling her "Mom"...

At this time.

Vera suddenly felt someone looking at her and turned her head to look without making a sound.

It was Ida Emin who was looking at her meaningfully.

Vera blushed slightly and glanced at Francesca Fantaby without making a sound:
"What are your plans? The Free Spirits need you right now, don't they?"

"us……"

"We're going too!"

Ada Emin had barely uttered two words when Francesca Fantaby, her face flushed, interrupted her: "Erin is only like this because of us..."

Realizing that some things shouldn't be said in this setting, Francesca Fantaby stopped abruptly and looked at Vera and Vincent:
“Ada is an expert in all kinds of injuries, and the free elves can also provide rare herbs, alchemical tools, and potion recipes…”

Ada Emin, interrupted, lowered her head in frustration.

Francesca Fantaby averted her gaze for a moment, then mustered her courage and, with a somewhat defiant air, looked directly at Ida Emin and asked:

"How can we repay this debt of gratitude upon returning to camp?"

Ada Emin paused for a few seconds, sighed, and then looked at Vinsenna: "May I also visit the Ring of Maidalui?"

“Of course,” Vincenta agreed without hesitation, “The Grand Master will be very happy to see you.”

Just say it.

The remaining Vigfortz and Jerón Mollu also requested to visit, and out of trust in Vera and Ida Emin, Vincenta agreed to both.

The portal rotated silently beneath the shade of the oak tree.

Vesemir and Dante went in first, while Mary and Francesca Fantaby both wanted to help carry the stretcher, but Vera resolutely refused.

Finally, Geron Morlu and Vigfortz took over the mission, while Francesca Fantaby and Mary were driven into the portal by Vera.

After that, the space beneath the oak trees, where the early autumn breeze gently blew, seemed to fall silent all at once.

In the silence, Vincennes watched intently as Jerome Morui and Viggofortz carefully lifted the stretcher, navigating the uneven terrain, and made their way toward the portal.

Vinsena had never met such a "popular" witcher, which completely shattered her previous impression of witchers as "lonely" and "isolated".

But no matter how popular they are, a Witcher is still a Witcher...

At the tender age of fourteen, while ordinary children are thinking about how to lift a girl's skirt, he has already stepped into the poems of a bard.

This is nothing to envy.

At least it's not something Vinsenna should envy; perhaps because of Vera, who is also a sorceress, Vinsenna even feels a little sorry for her...

Because those legends were earned with their lives, no one understood them more clearly than she did.

In recent days, more than once, she had thought that the young witcher wouldn't be able to hold on.

The fact that Erin actually survived was considered an absolute miracle by both Vincenta and Colin.

And this was the road that Vera personally sent her child to walk on...

"The child of a sorceress and a witcher..."

"The sorceress's child..."

Vinsenna murmured to herself, glancing at Vera, then at Colin beside her, who was eager to try out the portal for the first time, and couldn't help but touch her flat stomach.

child……

If I also had a child...

“Visena…Visena…”

Colin's voice rang in her ears, snapping Vincent back to reality.

Erin and the other witchers had disappeared; only Colin and Vera were watching her.

"What's wrong, Nana?" Colin asked worriedly.

“It’s nothing,” Vinsenna said, subtly avoiding Vera’s gaze, as she lowered her hand from her abdomen. “I was just a little distracted… Let’s go now…”

Vincent nodded slightly to Vera, then took Colin's hand and walked straight into the portal.

The portal was filled with bizarre and fantastical sights, and Colin was shouting and yelling.

Vincent remained silent, the same thought echoing in her mind...

If I also had a child...

(End of this chapter)