The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes

Tissaia de Vries.

One of the five members of the Chapter of the Gift and the Art of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, the most powerful sorceress on the northern continent, and the highest-ranking female leader.

To be honest, Allen had very mixed feelings about her.

On one hand, she had extraordinary foresight and wisdom, recognizing early the changes that would happen on the northern continent, actively reaching out to various forces, and preparing for possible disasters.

Even the Witchers, who were usually seen by most sorceresses as "failed products," "rough brutes who only know shallow tricks," or "experimental specimens destined to be eliminated," were not looked down upon or ignored by her. Instead, she sought cooperation on equal terms.

At the same time, she had a strong sense of morality and a profound responsibility toward Aretuza, the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, and the entire northern continent.

She was even willing to sacrifice Aretuza's interests to maintain the existing order on the northern continent.

For example, she had actively participated in the challenging and thankless summoning ritual incident.

At that time, with the major force of Ban Ard unable to intervene, there was almost no chance of successfully stopping the ritual.

Even Ianna, who was directly involved, had been very pessimistic, holding onto a hope that there might still be a chance, a miracle could happen, and that without trying, everything would be lost.

As it turned out, Ianna's pessimistic view had been correct.

Had it not been for Allen attracting the attention of the summoning ritual, the joint effort of the sorceresses, priests, and the human army would have certainly been wiped out.

Had such a failure occurred...

What would Aretuza have gained?

What would Tissaia de Vries have gained?

Nothing at all!

In fact, if several sorceresses had died in the war, Tissaia de Vries' position within Aretuza would have certainly been shaken, and all she would have preserved would have been the long-forgotten Novigradian Union and the elusive order.

As the saying goes, when the lips are gone, the teeth are cold, and many rulers can talk about it, but when the crisis hasn't yet affected their own interests, very few can actually do anything.

He recalled the future, or rather the events of his past life in the Witcher novels.

Tissaia de Vries was the same.

When the Brotherhood of Sorcerers had already split into the pro-Northern faction led by Philippa Eilhart and the pro-Nilfgaardian faction led by Vilgefortz, she had still been unaware and had tried her best to mend the rift within the Brotherhood.

Then, in the Thanedd Island coup, she made a huge mistake, letting Vilgefortz escape, which led to Vilgefortz allying with Francesca and the Scoia'tael to massacre the sorceresses on Thanedd Island. As a result, after the coup, the ancient Brotherhood of Sorcerers was completely dissolved.

Tragically, not long after, Tissaia de Vries slit her own wrists and committed suicide.

There's an interesting detail in all of this.

Why had the most powerful woman on the northern continent not been courted by either Vilgefortz or Philippa Eilhart?

Tissaia de Vries' display of ignorance during the Thanedd Island coup actually served as indirect proof of her morality.

She was a predator so excellent that it bordered on naïve.

This was Allen's evaluation of Tissaia de Vries.

So, in most cases, Tissaia de Vries was trustworthy, and very reliable.

But on the other hand,while Tissaia de Vries respected the Witcher group as a whole, she still held a typical sorceress's arrogance toward individuals.

For example...

That fervent and eager gaze of hers toward Allen, her brown eyes growing more intense, even openly requesting an experiment.

It was like walking down the street with cash in hand, casually asking any respectable woman if she'd be interested in a casual fling.

Therefore, even though Tissaia de Vries' portrayal in both reality and past-life novels was generally positive, Allen didn't fully trust her.

Moreover, Tissaia de Vries, although claiming to be Vera's friend, did not know about Allen's identity as the Miracle Child, unlike Ianna. This, in itself, was highly suspicious.

"Bring Vera along…" Ianna nodded at the words, immediately dropping any objections.

"You have to have Vera with you to go to Aretuza," she emphasized again, looking worried. "There are kids there everywhere, being taken to brew youth potions. Be careful going alone, you might end up gutted…"

Ianna was trying to scare him, like an old grandmother using the big bad wolf to scare her mischievous grandson who always ran off from the village.

"I understand."

Allen nodded helplessly, feeling like Ianna might have forgotten he was also an alchemist. Though he had never brewed youth potions himself, he knew the main ingredient was mandrake root, not children's blood.

This was a common slander against sorceresses, especially female sorceresses.

Vesemir hesitated to speak, but after glancing at Ianna, he decided not to say anything here.

The morning sun slowly rose, golden light streaming through the narrow gaps between the mountain ridges, shining into the valley and illuminating the rough valley walls.

The three of them stood by the ruins, watching the busy soldiers under the golden sunlight for a while.

"How do you plan to return?" Ianna looked toward the direction of the Griffin. "You're no longer needed here."

Allen thought for a moment and exchanged a glance with Vesemir.

"Let's return with the main force," he said. "The Griffin is still too conspicuous. Even if we notified them in advance, it could still cause unnecessary panic."

"And..."

He glanced at the exhausted soldiers, paused for a moment, then continued: "Moreover, although the Witchers cannot fight alongside the main force, they can still avoid some risks on the way back."

The magic and mental strength of female sorceresses are not unlimited.

Allen also knew how to use teleportation portals. Essentially, it consumed a bit of magic for every kilometer when teleported alone; two people would double the consumption, and three people would triple it. It didn't seem like much, especially since the distance to Ellander wasn't far.

However, it's important to note that the LV4 teleportation portal can only transport a maximum of eight people.

Teleportation portals are a master-level hybrid spell, and there were fewer than ten female sorceresses in the valley who could cast it, most of them at LV1.

Therefore, while the magic cost isn't much, the immense mental energy required for repeated casting of the teleportation portal is something only the most experienced sorceresses could handle.

Using the portal to transport injured and dead bodies was about the limit.

Otherwise, in times of war, one teleportation portal deep into enemy territory could transport a thousand elite soldiers—what country could withstand that?

Hence, most of the soldiers, including most of Aretuza's sorceresses, had to descend the mountain and walk back to Ellander.

With necrophages roaming the Mahakam, the experienced Vesemir led the main force down, with Allen following on the Griffin, releasing his pressure from above to prevent casualties.

"You're thoughtful, such a good child," Ianna said with a warm smile, wrinkles spreading across her face as she reached out to pat Allen's hair, not minding the dried blood clumps.

After all, it wasn't a normal war, and there was no need to carry supplies or provisions. Once the female sorceresses had teleported the injured and dead away, the main force could set off.

The sun had risen, and the Griffin circled in the sky, releasing its pressure to intimidate.

The mountain roads were still difficult, but only a few soldiers twisted their ankles from exhaustion.

Once they descended from Mahakam, the army's pace quickened. As they saw Ellander city built halfway up the mountain from a distance, the soldiers couldn't help but break into a light jog.

After narrowly escaping death, seeing their hometown gave them an overwhelming urge to return.

Even Allen, who had gotten off the Griffin after leaving Mahakam, was infected by the atmosphere and quickened his pace.

Though...

Ellander wasn't his hometown.

"Allen."

Vesemir suddenly retreated from the front, stepping away from the group to stand by the roadside and waved to catch his attention.

"What's up, Vesemir?" Allen asked, walking over in confusion.

Vesemir didn't answer immediately. Instead, he watched as the female sorceress rode her peculiar horse past them, seemingly confirming the position of someone, then moved his lips and quietly said: "Allen, are you really going to Aretuza?"

"Of course," Allen nodded. "Once the business in Ellander is settled, I plan to return to Kaer Morhen. If Vera is there by then, I'll ask her to teleport me to Aretuza."

The other monetary rewards were secondary, but he really hoped that his Grandmaster Wolven armor's set would get the best enchantments.

The Wild Hunt's Warlord Armor was certainly good, perhaps even excellent.

Allen didn't even think that Tissaia, who claimed to be the best enchanter on the northern continent, could enchant his Grandmaster Wolven armor's set to the level of the Warlord Armor, which was of Wild Hunt craftsmanship.

After all, the magical skills of Aen Elle, the conqueror of many realms, and the materials he obtained were far beyond what the sorceresses of the Witcher world could reach.

The Wild Hunt King, Eredin Bréacc Glas, and the elf sage Avallac'h had not intervened, but the northern continent's strongest power—Ban Ard—was nearly destroyed, with the magical source, Hen Gedymdeith, almost dying, all of which demonstrated the gap in magical prowess between the two worlds.

But the Warlord Armor was not tailored for him.

To be honest, the entire armor set, including the eight magical functions from the two set effects, was only truly useful for him in...

"Enhances strength and grants immunity to disarm effects" from the "Gauntlets of Iron Grip" and "Immunity to negative effects from swamp, bog, and snow terrain" from the "Boots - Tread of the Wastes."

The "Breastplate - Phantom Ghost" that activated to turn the user intangible, making them immune to physical attacks, seemed useful, but once intangible, no damage could be dealt.

That wasn't the most critical part. What really bothered him was that once he became spectral, the progress of the "Monster Hunt" would reset to zero. This was unacceptable to Allen.

With his current stats, the monsters requiring spectral evasion would almost always need a one-hit kill from "Monster Hunt."

And monsters not requiring "Monster Hunt" would hardly need him to wear the Warlord Armor at all.

This created a contradiction.

"The leg guards, Magic Amplification, which enhances spellcasting strength and concentrates magic," also didn't suit the Witcher's sign. It had some effect, but it was minimal.

Most of the abilities weren't useful, and when worn, it still required the use of a Mirage Pearl to disguise it.

No matter how high the quality or value of the Warlord Armor, it didn't mean much to him.

It was far better to have a slightly lower-quality set, but one that was completely customized for him—the Grandmaster Wolven armor set. Not to mention, the dwarf master, Houghton Qui-Gon, was an excellent blacksmith, and the materials used for the set were superb.

Moreover, the Grandmaster Wolven armor set, as a symbol of Allen's status as a Witcher Master, was a special piece of equipment that had been prepared by the school itself. It carried its own unique significance.

How could he not look forward to the complete Grandmaster Wolven armor set, fully enchanted by Tissaia de Vries, the strongest enchanter in the Witcher world?

Vesemir frowned, adjusted the wide-brimmed black hat that he had seemingly pulled from nowhere and hesitated before saying: "Places like the Sorcerer's Academy, it's best to avoid if you can, especially when a powerful sorceress has shown special interest in you."

Allen paused, then replied, "I know Tissaia is very interested in my body, but isn't it safe if Vera is with me?"

Vesemir opened his mouth as if to speak, but seemed to be carefully considering his words.

After a long silence, with Ellander's city gates now clearly in view, he glanced around, furrowed his brow, and said: "A sorceress is still a sorceress. No matter how good they are to you at one point, that doesn't mean it'll always be like that."

"Allen…"

Vesemir turned to face him seriously: "I know Vera has always been kind to you, but have you really spent more than a month together?"

"Why do you think that, in Aretuza, surrounded by countless friends and classmates who have known each other for decades, even centuries, she will always side with you?"

Allen fell silent.

Vesemir continued, "I'm not trying to cause trouble, it's just…"

He paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, then took a deep breath: "Allen, I've been through a lot in my life, met many people, and as your travel mentor, I need to teach you one more lesson…"

"The most skilled assassin can't kill a vigilant knight, and the most guarded king is often poisoned by someone close to him."

"Familiar people are the most dangerous, Allen."

"It's been that way throughout history, and it hasn't changed."

"In Aretuza, among all those powerful sorceresses, what do you have to protect yourself?"

The dark golden cat eyes stared directly into the bright blue cat eyes.

Allen lowered his head in thought, then looked up and said, "Vesemir…"

But he hadn't finished speaking.

Vesemir waved his hand, interrupting him: "Don't say anything, Allen, I don't need your persuasion or approval…"

Suddenly, his tone softened, and he looked toward the bustling crowd, a slight smile curling at his lips: "I shouldn't spoil the mood at this moment."

He patted Allen's shoulder: "Go back and think about it carefully, there's plenty of time."

Then.

Vesemir smiled at Allen again.

But Allen noticed that Vesemir's gaze wasn't directed at him. Instead, it seemed to pass through the top of his head, looking behind him.

What was there?

Allen paused for a moment, then turned around.

A soft figure suddenly leapt into his arms, with smooth long hair brushing against his face, the scent of daisies filling the air.

In that instant.

The chaos of the world seemed to stop.

Breathing in the familiar scent of daisies, feeling the warmth of a heartbeat.

For some reason, two words slipped out.

"I'm home."

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