Chapter 79: The Return of Ailin
As Vesemir contemplated his life, the scene inside the light red bubble was different from what the witcher masters had imagined.

Although the sorceress and the chief had their backs to the crowd, they cast a soundproofing spell.

But there was no sound inside the bubble, at least no sound of conversation.

"patta~patta~"

The warm water drops fell on the snow, melting small holes in it.

The sorceress leaned against the larch tree, her head bowed.

The sky was dark under the cover of dark clouds, making it impossible to see the expression on her face.

The chief of the Wolf School also lowered his head. After hearing the sound of tears falling, he came back to his senses and looked at the sorceress.

“Crack~Crack~Crack~”

No matter how soft the footsteps were, they could not be hidden from the sorceress.

"Do not touch me!"

A light voice seeped out from the dark red hair.

The chief wanted to touch her shoulder, but after a pause, he took his hand back.

"Wei..."

The sorceress heard a familiar voice, calling a familiar nickname in a familiar tone, and her head suddenly turned up as if she was stressed.

On the pale face, the eyeliner was wet by tears, leaving two black tear marks.

Embarrassing and ferocious.

She stared at the chief fiercely:

"Don't talk to me about the miracle child again!"

"It's impossible for Alyn to survive if he encounters a Cyclops alone..."

"Vera..." The chief was about to explain but was interrupted again.

The sorceress seemed to have lost control of her mind and was cursing loudly. The magic power around her was surging and surging with her anger.

The light red soundproof bubble was shaken by the magic power and trembled in fear as if it had life.

"I don't know what kind of magic has befallen me, but I actually believed what you and that charlatan said..."

"Alin is not a child of miracles at all. He is just an ordinary human child..."

"Vera, calm down!" The chief's tone became serious.

The ground was shaking slightly, and large flakes of snow were slowly rising from the ground.

Nature was responding to the sorceress's anger.

"I actually believed the lies of you devils and let my child suffer such torture..."

"Once I get my child's body back, I will kill that charlatan..."

"Soy Henrietta, I'm going to take Aelin home now. Are you going to stop me?"

The whites of the sorceress' eyes turned completely red, just like her pupils.

In an instant.

The wind howled around her and the void burst into flames, melting the snow on the ground and floating in the sky.

The elemental magic in the atmosphere is now her most devout servant, obeying her orders.

"Boom~"

The light red bubble suddenly burst like a real soap bubble because of the magic of violent vibrations.

"Om~Om~Om~"

Almost at the same time, the chests of all the demon hunters present began to buzz.

The school emblems warn their masters frantically.

However, even an ordinary demon hunter can feel such a violent fluctuation of magic power without a badge.

"Qiang!"

The witcher masters were so excited that their hair stood on end, and they instinctively drew out the silver swords behind their backs.

"Ms. Vera!"

They all shouted, hoping that the sorceress would calm down.

At the same time, the witcher masters quickly surrounded the chief and the sorceress.

As some of the most powerful warlocks in the northern kingdoms, the sorceress's rage made them feel like they were facing a legendary dragon.

Even though the weapons in their hands were divine weapons carefully collected and forged over hundreds of years, the demon hunter masters did not feel confident at all.

However, this will not hold them back.

The Wolf School claims to be the orthodoxy of the Witcher Order.

Stubbornness is the wolf-faction witchers' strength, but also their weakness.

The Demon Hunter Masters are the most outstanding members of the Wolf School, but also the most stubborn.

They are willing to defend the traditions of the Witcher Order with their lives.

The most basic and important tradition is that the apprentice's trial must not be interfered with!
There is no doubt that the sorceress violated their taboo.

But even though six weapons were pointed at her, the sorceress remained calm and looked directly at the chief, waiting for his response.

As long as she made up her mind, the only person here who deserved her serious attention was the chief of the Wolf School.

The chief's long hair was blown into flight by the strong wind.

He narrowed his eyes, and his dark golden cat pupils shrank into a vertical line, staring directly into Vera's inhuman pupils.

Unlike when the apprentices had just returned, the sorceress was safe at that time even if she took out the bottle of potion.

But since she has entered this state, it means that she has made up her mind to find Ailin even if she has to kill everyone in front of her and around her.

The chief sighed, stretched out his right hand, and drew out the steel sword.

"Vera, I still believe that Ailin is not dead..."

Seeing that the sorceress's expression did not waver in the slightest, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Then he concentrated and held his breath, holding the middle part of the sword.

For a moment, the air seemed to be stagnant.

At Killer Lake, the situation is tense.

A melee could break out at any moment.

Although Vesemir held a sword like the other witchers, he did not want to be hostile to the sorceress from the bottom of his heart.

He could find no reason to be hostile, and after learning of Arryn's "death" at the hands of the Cyclops, he began to question the necessity of trials and traditions.

"Eh~"

Vesemir sighed.

How could Ailin die in the mountain trial?
He tilted his head to look at the place where the apprentices were tested, where Ailin's soul went to rest.

"Huh~"

The next moment, he seemed to see a black dot slowly moving down the snow-capped mountain.

Vesemir rubbed his eyes subconsciously.

There really is a black spot moving. Killer Lake is a sparsely populated place, so who else could that black spot be except Ailin?

"and many more!"

"Alin is not dead, he is back!"

When the sorceress heard this, she looked in the direction of the voice without having time to think about whether it was true or not.

really.

On the mountain road where the apprentices finished their trial, a black dot was slowly approaching the Killer Lake.

"Snapped"

A snap of the fingers.

A bronze mirror appeared in front of everyone.

The mirror was pure white and no one could be seen.

However, as the demon hunter badge vibrated, the bronze mirror began to shake rapidly.

A dirty, childish face gradually emerged from the pure white.

It was Aylin.

"Snapped!"

Another snap of fingers.

The black tear marks on the sorceress's face disappeared, and her makeup returned to exquisiteness.

Then she glanced at the crowd who were on the verge of a fight, and glanced at the chief.

"cough~"

The chief consciously sheathed his sword and coughed softly.

The witchers were awakened from the shock of the return of the "dead" apprentice. They followed the sound and saw the chief smiling and gesturing, and then glanced at the sorceress who was living a peaceful life as if nothing had happened.

After looking at each other, they said nothing and put away their weapons as if nothing had happened.

The tense moment ended, and a wave of absurdity surged in the hearts of most of the witcher masters.

"The fight that nearly cost them heavy casualties actually started and ended because of a witcher apprentice."

After a while.

As the black spot gradually grew larger, several demon hunters gradually discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the shape of the black spot.

Laito tilted his head and asked:

"Vesemir, is Arryn carrying something strange?"

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