26. Prophecy.

The humble tone barely concealed the pride within. Perhaps the sorceress didn't intend to hide it at all. The witcher apprentice was stunned for a moment, then fell silent. If what the sorceress said was true, then the value of this Mirage Pearl…

"Wondering why such a precious item was given to you?"

A gentle female voice interrupted his contemplation. Allen gazed at the sorceress, his heart stirring. At that moment, he had a premonition. The sorceress's next words would drag him into a vast and unfathomable wave.

Vera stared intently at those deep blue cat-like eyes, as if wanting to hide their gem-like depth and purity in the safest place within her heart.

The sorceress said, "Know this, the time of sword and axe is near, and it heralds the age of the White Wolf's snowstorm…"

This was the prophecy of the seer Ithlinne. Among the few prophecies in "The Witcher" series, Allen remembered this one clearly. It spoke of how only the inheritors of the Elder Blood could save the world from the White Frost.

But what did this have to do with Allen? Was he the inheritor of the Elder Blood?

As Allen pondered, he continued to listen.

"The world will perish in the White Frost and be reborn under a new sun."

"Ess'tuath esse! This is inevitable! Watch for the signs!"

"To know what the signs are…"

"First, Filius Miraculi—the Child of Miracle—will be born in a land of bitter cold…"

The initially calm Allen's pupils suddenly contracted upon hearing the last line the sorceress chanted. Different from the original text? And the Child of Miracle—wasn't that him? Allen quickly opened his character panel to check.

[Name: Allen]

[Age: 13]

[Title: Child of Miracle]

It was indeed him. He had always thought the title "Child of Miracle" was just a useless label. The sorceress's chanting didn't stop for Allen's contemplation.

"Death and rebirth, the non-human will bring blood and fire…"

...

Unnoticed, the cold and lofty female voice disappeared. The witcher apprentice remained silent for a long time. The entire alchemy chamber was silent. However, at this moment, Allen's heart was not as calm as his appearance suggested.

"Child of Miracle" to save the world? Then what about the Elder Blood? Where had the Elder Blood gone? Everything was in chaos!

Allen's shock wasn't just because he heard the term "Child of Miracle" from someone else for the first time. Most importantly, the prophecy no longer mentioned the Elder Blood. Yesterday, when he learned that witchers could only use witcher potions, Allen thought he had traveled to the world of "The Witcher" novels. But without the Elder Blood… Were the future events he knew still valid?

"So you know?" Vera asked.

"What?" Allen was taken aback.

"The Child of Miracle will save the world from the White Frost," the sorceress said nonchalantly. "Your responsibility is heavy. This Mirage Pearl is just a little advance investment for the Child of Miracle."

Wow! That's quite an investment. Starting with a rare Mirage Pearl—what would they use to bind him in the future? The sorceress wasn't a competent capitalist; she seemed more like a gambler. She bet everything on one move!

"Are you so sure... I am the Child of Miracle?" The witcher apprentice was so surprised that he even dropped his respectful tone.

The sorceress fell silent for a moment. Then, in a complex tone that was hard for others to understand, she murmured, "You are the Child of Miracle, you must be the Child of Miracle, you have to be the Child of Miracle!"

"Otherwise…"

"Otherwise, what?"

"Nothing, you are the Child of Miracle," Vera shook her head sadly, then reassured him with a complicated expression, "Don't worry, even if you aren't, I won't take back the Mirage Pearl."

After a moment of silence, Vera massaged her temples as if she had a headache and said, "There's nothing else, you can leave now."

Allen looked at the sorceress who suddenly seemed disinterested, confused. Capriciousness was evidently not just a trait of women in his previous life. But the sorceress had already issued a dismissal order, so no matter how many questions Allen had, he dared not ask any more. After all, he was only a future savior, not the present one.

...

After Allen left the alchemy chamber, Vera stood leaning against the wall for a long time.

Snap.

A finger snap. The door to the inner chamber of the alchemy room opened.

"Come out, Allen has left," the sorceress said, her melancholy gone.

A man with two swords on his back emerged from the inner chamber, covered in dust on his arms, shoulders, and hair.

"The secret paths of Kaer Morhen are really hard to navigate. If I had known... Huh? What happened to Mary?"

"She's asleep," Vera said casually.

Sol was speechless. How big of a nerve did one need to sleep like that in front of her? He looked at Mary, who was lying awkwardly on the ground, and couldn't help but suggest, "Do we really have to do it this way? Can't we just find an excuse to send Mary away?"

Vera said coolly, "She's my apprentice!"

Sol understood the sorceress's implication and sighed. He picked up Mary by her collar and placed her on the alchemy table. Vera watched with her arms crossed, saying nothing.

"So, how's the experimental record coming along?"

Seeing Vera's lack of enthusiasm, Sol got straight to the point.

"Still working on it."

"So, it's not done yet." Sol nodded, as if he understood the sorceress well.

"I just arrived at Kaer Morhen, and you already gave me a troublesome task," Vera's anger flared up. "You need to know, I didn't come here to work for you!"

The witcher was pushed back two steps by the sorceress's imposing manner. He scratched his head, unable to figure out how he had offended Vera this time.

"Sorry, I mentioned it casually back then, not expecting it to have such a big impact."

"It's only the second day, and many witchers have started asking me about the Witcher's Eye."

"Some who hadn't read a book in a hundred years are asking me for the experiment records…"

Seeing that Vera's expression hadn't softened, Sol paused and added, "Hey... Who knew our child would be so excellent? If he could act like a normal apprentice, there wouldn't be so many troubles…"

"That's my child!" the sorceress's tone was still harsh but had softened a lot compared to earlier.

The witcher shrugged, thinking, "Without me, could you have had the child alone?"

"What's impossible? Do you know who I am?"

Evidently, the chief witcher of the Wolf School, Sol, had no immunity from mind-reading.

Sol remained silent, avoiding any futile arguments with the sorceress. He was a bit confused. They were all so old now; how could they still act like children...

Snap.

Another finger snap.

The roaring wolf head medallion instantly jumped out from under his collar, vibrating wildly and making a buzzing sound. Sol instinctively traced a triangle in the air with his thumb and forefinger. In the blink of an eye, the almost tangible Quen sign was tightly adhered to the dark red gambeson.

Vesemir's Quen sign was already strong enough. But whether in terms of casting speed or sign intensity, Sol's Quen was much stronger than Vesemir's. Unfortunately, these advantages didn't prevent the witcher from being thrown by telekinesis. The sorceress's telekinesis didn't even trigger Quen's auto-defense and tossed the witcher back into the secret path like trash.

Bang!

Instantly. The secret path, which had never been cleaned since its construction, filled with dust. Yet the dust was magically contained within the secret path. Moments later, Sol walked back into the alchemy chamber, completely covered in dust.

Brushing off the dust, the witcher suddenly heard the sorceress's cold voice, "Allen knows about the prophecy…"

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