Demon Hunter: School of the Wolf.

Chapter 645 Mary and Francesca lying by the bed

[Wait!] Erin suddenly realized something. [Who is fighting the King of the Wild Hunt?!]

This question, once it appeared in my mind, immediately wouldn't go away.

next second.

He charged into the silent battlefield, moving among knights whose faces were covered in blood.

For a few moments, he even brushed past several knights with bulging veins on their foreheads, baring their teeth and roaring silently, and saw clearly their physiques, the style of their armor, and the heraldic patterns on their armor that looked like tulips.

The longsword, gleaming with a chilling light, grazed the hairs on his arm as it slashed towards the Wild Hunt.

No one noticed his presence.

At this moment, not only did all sounds cease, but even the stench of blood and sweat wafting through the nasal cavity rapidly diminished.

The high mountains beyond the wilderness at the edge of the field of vision were also erased.

He subconsciously turned around, and the city he had come from was suddenly empty. The noble sons who had been standing at the city gate had also disappeared. Only thick black smoke was surging in from all directions, enveloping the battlefield, just like the poison circle in a game from his previous life, rapidly compressing its area.

It seemed that the closer he got to the heart of the battlefield, to the Wild Hunt King Eredin Brick Glass and the Knight Commander whose view was blocked by the silver knights, the more his five senses—taste, smell, touch, hearing, and sight—became limited, or even eliminated.

He was rejected by the world in a very strange way.

[At least we should look at Irving's opponents!]

Erin shouted in his heart, and the nameless entity that brought him here seemed to hear his call, its vision moving forward at an even faster pace.

The black smoke accelerated, almost brushing against his back, engulfing the silver-white knights and the Wild Hunters clad in rusted armor.

In the end, all that remained in front of him was Eredin Brick Glass and the knight commander, who was also dressed in silver armor and had his back to him.

His long, flowing hair danced in the gale, and a sword, gleaming with a chilling light, clashed violently with Eredin Brick Glass's sword at a speed he couldn't even see.

No sound came, but the air itself seemed to distort.

The invisible shockwaves ripped furrows into the ground, stirring up dust that was then swept away by the next clash of metal.

Erin felt that if his real body were here, he wouldn't even be able to withstand the aftershocks of the battle.

Who are these human knights, that they're involved in such a massive battle?

Erin was now not only curious about the identity of the knight commander, but also about which knight was from which place he could withstand such aftershocks.

[The Knights' emblem is a tulip. I'll look for it when I get back and it's restored...] he thought to himself.

Erin Brick Glass, without his rusty, skull-like helmet, was laughing wildly and saying something.

However, Erin could neither hear any sound nor read Erin Bricker Glass's lips.

He then turned to look at the knight commander's face.

For some reason, Erin's vision and that knight commander's vision seemed to be dancing in perfect harmony, always showing him only the back of his long, flowing head.

until……

Eredin Brick Glass suddenly swung her sword, and a crescent-shaped, gleaming white light shot out from the blade.

The silver-white knight instinctively blocked with his sword.

The shockwave that distorted the air spread out instantly from the point of intersection, and a dazzling flash of light suddenly exploded out from the stark white light.

In the flash, a dark shadow, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, suddenly darted out.

【not good! 】

As a fellow human, Erin instinctively wanted to draw his sword to stop him.

Amidst the violent shaking and dizziness, my gaze met a pair of eyes—beastly blue eyes, the eyes of a demon hunter…

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

That was...me?!

Before I could think too much, a sudden, sharp pain shot through my heart, causing my vision to shake violently.

When I came to my senses, the azure beastly eyes before me had transformed into a pair of strange green eyes, concealing coldness, cruelty, ambition, and desire—that was…

Eredin Brick Glass... The Eye of the Wild Hunt King.

"Miracle Child, it's time for your curtain call. You've delivered a truly spectacular performance..."

The silence around me suddenly turned into noise and clamor.

Eredin Brick Glass… the King of the Wild Hunt, spoke to him slowly and deliberately.

As the curtain fell... Erin suddenly realized something and stiffly lowered her head.

The sword, gleaming with a chilling white light and adorned with ornate elven-style runes and a menacing blood groove, pierced his heart. Thick, magma-like blood gushed from his chest along the groove.

[Shouldn't blood spurt out when the heart is pierced due to blood pressure?]

Life was slipping away so quickly, and this was the only thought that crossed Erin's mind at that moment.

next second.

"嗤啦~"

Eredin Brick Glass drew her longsword, and another flash of icy white light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, my head felt light, and the world spun around.

The black mist that enveloped the battlefield disappeared at some point.

In the dizzying moment, Erin saw Eredin Brick Glass, waved his hand dismissively, and the skeleton knight in rusty armor slaughtered all the silver knights behind him in the blink of an eye.

Behind Eredin Brick Glass, behind his guard cavalry, in the wrecked terrain ravaged by magic, lay several corpses scattered about...

Vesemir, Aristotle, Mary, Soy, Philippa Ehrhardt, Francesca Fantaby, Vera...

There were also many witchers and sorcerers he knew and didn't know...

Then in the blink of an eye...

The world has drawn a black curtain.
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"Vera!!!"

Erin shouted and suddenly opened his eyes.

The mountains of corpses, the smoke-filled ruins, and the mad hunters riding skeletal horses have all vanished, replaced by wind chimes swaying in the breeze.

"Dingling~Dingling~"

The clear, melodious bell rang out slowly, mingling with the morning calls of kingfishers.

The sun blazed brightly outside the window, casting golden rays through the gaps in the blinds and into the room.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of herbs, dark soil, fragrant autumn crocus, and the fresh scent of chamomile and cedar.

The tranquil and peaceful atmosphere left the demon hunter, who had just emerged from the "battlefield," somewhat dazed.

He paused for a few seconds, ignoring his surroundings, and opened the Demon Hunter's Notes with a thought.

The flickering of "Unstable Prophecy Power" in the newly added talent section on the character panel gradually disappeared; a few more seconds and it would have been completely missed.

【Name: Unstable Prophecy Power】

……

[Passive Effect: In a relaxed state, you may occasionally catch glimpses of the future, or suddenly encounter crises related to yourself.]

[Note: Be aware! Prophecy is both a gift and a curse!] "So..." Erin sighed with a complex expression, looking at the now-cease flickering "unstable prophetic power," "So it really was... a prophecy..."

In the future, in some unknown city, he, Vesemir, Aristotle, Mary, Soy, Philippa Ehrhardt, Francesca Fantaby, Vera…

Everyone will be killed by the Wild Hunt, by Eredin Brick Glass, the King of the Wild Hunt...

"Squeak~"

The bed beneath him shook, and the Witcher instinctively tilted his head, looking in the direction from which the noise came.

Her dark golden, shiny, and smooth hair was spread out on the pure white sheets, looking like a flowing golden river in the sunlight. The fragrance of chamomile and cedar rose from this dark golden river, refreshing and delightful.

Let's move our gaze downwards.

A smooth, fair forehead that he recognized very well appeared behind the Dark Gold River.

“Francesca Fantabay…Mary…” The Witcher was genuinely stunned.

The dark gold hair belonged to Francesca Fantabay, draped over the sheets, while the forehead naturally belonged to Lady Mary. However, Mary had tied her hair into two small corners on the left and right, a style that Erin had taught her after the mountain trials when she had relaxed.

What's strange, however, isn't the girls' hairstyles, but their postures.

Francesca Fantaby lay on the edge of the bed, while Mary lay on Francesca Fantaby's fair left arm, their noses touching, in an extremely intimate pose.

"When did Francesca Fantaby and Mary get so close?" Erin wondered.

Sorceresses are creatures with extremely keen senses.

Seemingly noticing the Witcher's gaze, Francesca Fantaby and Mary opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Eyes facing each other.

An awkward silence fell over the room for a moment.

“How long are you going to rest your head on my arm?” Francesca Fantaby said coldly.

Mary blushed, immediately turning her head away as if she had bumped into something dirty, and stubbornly said, "You've taken all the seats, I have nowhere to sleep, so..."

“This bed is very big.” Francesca Fantaby raised her hand and pointed to the large empty space at the foot of the bed.

Her arm, numb from being used as a pillow, hung limply as if it didn't belong to her.

He could only remain silent and awkwardly point behind Mary with his other arm.

Marie noticed Francesca Fantaby's limp left arm and wanted to laugh awkwardly, but remembering their respective positions, she withdrew her smile.

"This bed isn't that big; at least, there's not enough room for two people in the key areas."

Mary's pointed remark caused Francesca Fantaby's face to turn cold again. She glared at him with her sleepy, doe-like, gentle eyes and retorted sharply.

Early in the morning, the room was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Well, it seems I misunderstood... Erin gently shook her head, looking at the two girls' vibrant "interaction" in front of her, and the prophetic scene unconsciously appeared in her mind again.

Mary lay in a pool of blood, one arm severed, a gaping hole in her chest from which white bone fragments protruded, her face contorted in agony, her death a gruesome sight.

Francesca Fantaby died a quick and decisive death.

Decapitation...

Francesca Fantaby was beheaded.

The most beautiful head of the northern continent floated in a pool of blood beside Mary, its eyes wide open in death, shrouded in a white veil of darkness. Its long, golden hair, now spread smoothly across the white sheets, was tangled and tangled, stained crimson with blood...

But there was no pain or fear of death on her face; instead, there was regret and guilt.

What are you regretting, and what are you feeling guilty about?
As Erin watched Francesca Fantaby and Mary bickering, his gaze drifted into a daze.

"Eirin, you're finally awake?!"

Mary's sudden scream woke Erin.

Francesca Fantaby also turned around abruptly, her long hair brushing against Erin's face, her nose filled with the fragrance of chamomile mixed with cedar wood.

"Finally awake... I feel like I've heard that phrase somewhere before..." Erin thought to himself.

Then he noticed something he had been ignoring from the beginning: his neck could now move stiffly, unlike when he was immobilized on the old road, and everything in front of him was perfectly clear.

His keen Witcher senses seemed to have returned.

The only constant, dull ache running through his body was a clear indication that he was still a seriously injured patient.

“Yes, I’m awake,” Erin said, a slight smile playing on her lips. She looked away awkwardly from Mary, whose bright, lovely smile kept turning into a pool of blood and gruesome corpses, and forced a stiff smile before asking, “How long did I sleep this time?”

"A month! Erin, you've been asleep for a whole month!" Mary exclaimed, oblivious to Erin's unusual expression. "And the tutor said you wouldn't wake up for a few more days, but it happened today..."

A month... Erin was stunned when she heard this.

When Vincent and Colin found him, he had woken up twice in three days when his injuries were at their worst, but this time he was in a coma for a month.

prophecy!

It must be because of that exceptionally long and terrifying prophecy!

and many more……

What does Vera mean when she says, "I should be able to wake up in a few more days"?
She doesn't know that I'm in a state of "unstable prophetic power," so why does she even know how many days it will take for me to wake up?

“How did Vera know when I was supposed to wake up?” Erin asked.

“It wasn’t Vera, it was a druid,” Francesca Fantaby said. “A druid told Vera the time you woke up. The message Margarita heard was relayed by Vera. I was there!”

Francesca Fantabé gave Mary a childlike glance.

Druid… Arlin paused, then asked as if sensing something, “Where is this place?”

“The Ring of Maidalui,” Mary glared at Francesca Fendabé and interrupted, “the Ring of Maidalui of Lady Vinsenna who healed your injuries…”

"Oh, right, my mentor!" Mary exclaimed. "My mentor asked me to inform her immediately that you've woken up, as well as Vesemir, Dante... everyone is waiting for the good news that you've woken up..."

She stood up and was about to walk outside when she stopped by the old wooden table after taking two steps.

"What's wrong?" Erin turned her head to look at her in surprise.

Mary was staring intently at Francesca Fantaby, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on him.

Erin immediately realized something and said with a wry smile, "Francesca, could you please go and help inform everyone as well?"

Francesca Fantaby didn't move, her doe-like, wet eyes wide open, and she gently shook her head:
"That's not the right name."

Erin paused, glanced at Mary, and then said, "E... Enid, could you also help inform everyone?"

Francesca Fantaby then blushed, stood up, and left the room without even glancing at Mary, her head held high.

"Humph!"

Mary snorted in dissatisfaction, and followed suit.

The room fell silent.

Listening to the melodious wind chimes, Erin stared blankly at the empty cabin after the two girls left.

"Good news..."

"Really...can this be considered good news?"

The Witcher sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)