Chapter 314: Having a Good Mother Like Vera

Who are my parents?

Ailin paused in closing the door and looked up at Vera.

The candlelight was dim on the dark stone steps.

The sorceress's face was calm, but mostly obscured by deep shadows.

The air was filled with the damp, slightly rotten smell unique to the ancient castle.

It was the smell of a mouse or some other unknown small animal being dried, rotted, and degraded in some unknown corner of this huge gray stone building.

No matter how diligent the cleaners are, it is difficult to avoid this smell in the castle.

Just like when humans get older, no matter how often they wash, they can’t avoid the innate old age smell.

The faint scent of cardamom wafts in the wind from the stone steps, as if trying to cover up the smell...

But perhaps the distance is too far to fully cover.

Or maybe the distance was too close, and the subtle fragrance made the faint stench seem particularly strong.

I don't know why, but I could smell the complex scent coming from the cool breeze of the castle.

Ailin looked at the sorceress who seemed to be acting casually in front of him, and suddenly had a strong premonition...

perhaps……

The reason why Vera came here so urgently through the portal at this time tonight, but stayed at the door for a long time, was to ask this question.

Why is she anxious? Why is she hesitant? Why is she afraid?
And why...

"Why are you asking this suddenly? Does Ms. Vera know my biological parents?"

After a moment's silence, he carefully observed Vera's expression and asked curiously.

"Maybe I know him, maybe I don't." The sorceress tidied up her messy hair, and the damp and slightly rotten smell in the air became lighter. "But as long as you want to know, I will always find a way to find him..."

She was dodging... The demon hunter frowned and immediately realized the problem.

But why did she dodge?
The witcher continued to observe the sorceress's expression, but her delicate and almost perfect face remained unchanged. Her red hair and red eyes should have symbolized passion, but instead they were as calm as frost and snow on a high mountain.

as usual.

It was as if he was asking, not her...

He longs to know who is the person who is connected to him by blood but has abandoned him and betrayed him?
This made him, an orphan in two lives, feel extremely uncomfortable...

Does he really want to know?
"Don't bother me for now, I'm fine now." Ailin refused instinctively.

The sorceress's right hand, which had just been lowered, paused for a moment, then she nodded and turned away without hesitation.

"Da da da~"

Footsteps tapped on the cold stone steps.

Looking at the sorceress's back as she walked away, the witcher leaned against the wooden door, his right hand subconsciously stroking the smooth pattern, as if he was thinking about something.

But I didn't think about it for long.

"If one day..." A cold voice came from not far away and interrupted him.

Following the sound, I saw the sorceress standing at the corner of the stone steps, lightly holding onto the dark gray stone wall.

“If you want to find… them…” The red pupils flickered with a complex luster in the darkness and met Ailin’s gaze.

For some reason, the already intermittent sentences suddenly came to a halt.

The sorceress remained silent for a moment, her small thin lips slightly opened, and then quickly pursed them.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

after that.

To the demon hunter's surprise, he said nothing and did nothing. He just nodded slightly and said calmly, "Don't tire yourself out."

Then it disappeared from his sight.

All that was left was the hurried sound of "da da da", which was getting farther and farther away and lighter and lighter.

The space before the wooden door was completely filled with a damp, slightly rotten smell.

"Bang~"

The wooden door was gently closed.

The candlelight flickered the shadows, and the teacup on the small round brown table was still steaming.

The witcher sat back in the high-backed chair beside the round table, closed his eyes and pondered the conversation he had just had with the sorceress.

The chief successor of the Wolf School, his biological parents...

To be honest, given the relationship between him and Vera, and the efforts the sorceress had made in him in the past.

In both topics, his rejection was somewhat blunt and unkind.

But that was all Erin could do.

Although the Wolf School has a loose structure, it is a place where many demon hunters who are excluded by the outside world gather together for warmth. In the eyes of other people, the chief is also a heroic figure who can be regarded as a role model of morality.

However, no matter how loose an organization is, it is still an organization; no matter how weak a right is, it is still a right.

Moreover, from the perspective of the Demon Hunter world, an armed group of nearly a hundred people with superb fighting skills is actually a very considerable political force.

Didn’t you see that King Haxor, the ruler of Kaedwen, was so afraid of him that he wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible?

therefore.

There must be many people in the school who have ideas about that position.

Besides, the chief is just an ordinary person and his ideas will always change.

Therefore, even if it would make the sorceress unhappy, he had to express his desires carefully.

It is not a good thing to expose your ambitions too early.

As for biological parents...

"Is Vera 'my' mother?"

The witcher pondered.

The index finger tapped the surface of the round table subconsciously.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

The sound of soft knocking reverberated back and forth throughout the large room.

He had actually thought about this question several times before and after the mountain trial at the beginning of the year.

after all.

He is different from ordinary people like Vesemir.

Although it was widely known that becoming a sorceress would cause one to lose fertility, he knew that Geralt would be a special case in the future.

Seeing Vera's deliberate care for me again and again, I couldn't help but think more in this direction.

But while sorceresses might be able to give birth, there was no example of a witcher giving birth.

Considering how promiscuous Geralt was in his previous life, if the witcher had that ability, he would definitely have many children, even if the probability was very low.

Not to mention the sorceress and the witcher having offspring.

then.

At that time, he simply ruled out this possibility.

After that, since I left Kaer Morhen and had no contact with Vera, I didn't think about this issue again.

But today.

Seeing Vera's strange behavior, he remembered that when he was in the Temple of Meliteli, he gave her precious magic materials and worked for him for almost nothing, refining and selling ghoul sword oil...

Ailin couldn't help but think about this possibility of his own life experience again.

"Will it be possible..." The witcher murmured hesitantly, "It is impossible for a sorceress and a witcher to have children..."

"But the sorceress and..."

The witcher opened his eyes in the middle of his words. Even though he knew he was the only one in the empty room, he couldn't help but glance around guiltily.

Then he paused, without saying the second half of the sentence.

After thinking for a while, the demon hunter shook his head again:

"Although sorceresses have always had rich love experiences, I have never heard of Vera having other partners..."

"On the contrary, although Ms. Vera has a bad reputation, she seems to have always been clean in her emotions."

"and……"

"Vesemir also mentioned that the relationship between Vera and the Chief seemed to have started to deteriorate seven or eight years ago."

"I would have been born by then." Thinking of this.

Aelin shook his head violently.

really.

No matter how you think about it, Vera can't possibly be "his" mother.

do not know why.

Although if Vera was "his" biological mother, the witcher would definitely benefit the most.

But after ruling out this possibility, he felt relieved.

"Then there is only one possibility." Ailin paused his tapping index finger. "'I' am Vera, and possibly the Chief, the child of someone we both know."

"Judging from his appearance, this person should be a human."

"So considering the lifespan of humans, the person who knows the Scarlet Fox and the head of the Wolf School should be of high status... uh... maybe the maternal side could also be a sorceress. In this case, it is understandable that Vera treats me so specially..."

The more he thought about it, the brighter Ailin's cat-blue eyes became.

"Yes!"

"Before the mountain trial, since I was a close friend's child, he naturally didn't want me to die..."

"It's understandable that I taught him alchemy and rituals without reservation and provided him with various magic materials..."

"The production and sale of the Ghoul Sword Oil a while ago was also the same..."

"I just don't know what kind of relationship they have with Chief Vera to be able to do this. Could it be that they have saved Vera or Soi's life?"

"You suddenly come to me now and want to claim kinship with me. Have you heard of the fame I have made in Ban Ade, Vengerberg or Ireland?"

……

The witcher guessed.

But it was just a guess, he had no intention of recognizing his relatives at all.

Even though they could potentially be of considerable help to Ayling's cause.

Extremely powerful, wealthy, or powerful.

On the contrary, the more powerful and the higher the status, the more Ailin wants to distance himself from them.

Because in the Wolf School, the origins of apprentices will be recorded.

Especially those caused by accidental laws will be marked.

And there was a blank in the record for "Ailin".

He was not a "product" of the law of accident, that is, his parents were not forced to send him to Kaer Morhen, but like Lambert in the previous game, who was used by his alcoholic father to pay off his debts...

He was abandoned voluntarily.

As for why he was abandoned, he didn't want to know, because considering the mortality rate of the Demon Hunter Trial at that time, sending him to Kaer Morhen was actually not much different from killing him.

therefore.

It's not just because he is a 30-year-old time traveler and he doesn't have the habit of recognizing his father and mother casually, so he is unwilling to recognize them.

As an orphan, he lived a decent life when he was young, although not rich. In his previous life, he never thought of forgiving those who abandoned him.

After accepting the original body's memories and knowing the "training" and extreme pain the original body had endured, how could he compromise for a little profit? With the Demon Hunting Notes, he did not need to compromise because of these things.

What's more...

He is not qualified to forgive.

The one who was qualified had already died after drinking the herbal medicine and enduring the cruel pain of dissolving his muscles and cutting his bones.

"Squeak~"

With a sigh, the witcher stood up and closed the patio door that had been opened for the sorceress's arrival.

The room was filled with the subtle scent of cardamom.

The witcher stood beside the two-person-high wooden door on the terrace, sniffing the familiar scent lingering around his nose, and his mind involuntarily emerged with the scene he saw as soon as he returned yesterday.

A steaming hot tub, a neatly made bed, and a soft and comfortable plush carpet...

"What bad luck, Aelin..." The witcher sighed again, "If only your mother was Vera..."

"Given her character, even if it was because of some damn accidental law, she would definitely not teach you to the demon hunter and let you suffer like this..."

"She will definitely use magic to tidy up the house like she did yesterday, and arrange everything well to give you a comfortable and happy home..."

"Unfortunately, she is not."

"Of course..." The demon hunter said self-deprecatingly, "If your mother is really Vera, I might not be able to travel through time, although this may not be a good thing for me..."

"So how should I put it..."

"I can only wish that no matter whether you are reincarnated, travel through time or are reborn, you can find a good family and have a good mother like Vera!"

……

After a lot of emotion, Ailin tidied up the room a bit, and then...

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

The heart began to beat rapidly again with its own rhythm.

It is better to rely on yourself than on anyone else. There is still early time, so I must complete a cycle of [Beast Roar: Fury] today no matter what.

……

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was opened.

The sorceress just walked into the alchemy room with a bit of disappointment.

"Ms. Vera!"

Suddenly a scream was heard in front of me.

Immediately following this, there was a series of chaotic "crackling" sounds, which made her raise her head in inexplicable annoyance.

Her silly and clumsy apprentice was struggling to pick up the scattered things on the alchemy table.

"You're already a qualified sorceress, but you're still so jumpy."

The sorceress frowned and couldn't help but want to scold as usual.

Or just snap your fingers to train her resistance to sleeping and mind spells.

But then I thought about how I had finally mustered up the courage, only to be rejected time and time again, and I felt like I had no motivation to do anything anymore.

Can't she hear it?

Ailin...her child clearly resented her...

The resentment was so resolute, ruthless, cold and brutal.

The hardest thousand-year-old ice on the Blue Mountains in the severe winter seems to be just this hard.

But what can she do?
She even felt that he was right to resent...

Do not!
not enough!
Just resentment is not enough!
He should even hate her, should even resent her, should even use the silver sword he won to pierce her chest fiercely.

Right in the middle of the heart, preferably with more than one strike.

Because she gave birth to him in hell, and sent him to hell, the most dangerous, darkest, most negative and helpless abyss.

In this damn place, even the "Master of the Abyss" is regretting, denying, and begging for death...

Her miracle child...

She...what kind of path did she force her miracle child to take...

"Ms. Vera, are you okay?"

The cautious voice coming from the front made her temporarily raise her head from the abyss of regret.

"It's okay..." The sorceress waved her hand and didn't intend to scold him anymore. She forced herself to maintain the proper demeanor as a mentor, lowered her head and walked straight to her room.

But I didn't think about it...

A pair of shiny brown women's boots appeared right in front of her, blocking her way.

Ok?
The sorceress frowned and looked up coldly.

She didn't teach her apprentice a lesson because she was in a bad mood, but her apprentice actually dared to block her path?
"Margarita Laux Antille!"

"what you up to?"

(End of this chapter)