"This is your prophecy?"
Allen stopped in the long, dark corridor, narrowing his eyes. "What did you see?"
The future of witchers truly was one of scorn and rejection by the world, born from stubborn prejudice. The various witcher schools had also splintered for many different reasons.
Ida Emean seemed as though she had seen straight into the future.
Ida Emean gave a light chuckle. "This isn't a prophecy. It's just a simple deduction."
"Humans are not a race fond of recording history. But the Aen Seidhe are not the same. We love to document everything that has happened. Every footprint our people leave in history is carved upon the mountains."
"All it takes is a simple recollection, and countless examples can be found."
She gently tapped her smooth forehead.
Indeed, in the witcher world, humans didn't have complete and accessible historical records like those of Universities in Allen's previous life. Of course, it wasn't as though there were no records at all.
There were the epics and ballads crafted through artistic creation, noble lineages recording the great deeds of their ancestors, or experiment logs like those in the Wolf School's library. Occasionally, history left behind mere fragments…
he former had been embellished too much by art, twisted until they no longer held truth.
The latter—experiments—were often too technical or insignificant, like the work of Cosimo Malaspina and Alzur. Either too detailed or simply trivial.
Oddly enough, the noble records of ancestral deeds became the most reliable sources. But even they had artistic flair, were closely tied to their families, and thus could be revised, hidden, or destroyed depending on a family's rise and fall.
Reconstructing a complete history remained nearly impossible, and such records were rarely open to outsiders anyway.
As for whether the Aen Seidhe had archives and how they kept them, Allen truly didn't know.
"The records about humans are the most numerous and vivid," she continued. "There's no need for prophecy or divination."
She lowered her hand and smiled. "But judging by your tone, it seems you have 'seen' something."
"You probably know better than I what lies ahead for witchers—don't you?"
Allen remained expressionless, neither confirming nor denying.
He could tell that Ida Emean was trying to strip witchers away from the concept of humanity.
Though born among humans, witchers would eventually be discarded by them.
She was sowing discord between witchers and ordinary humans—her intent clearly to draw him closer to the elves.
"Our Wolf School already has a close enough relationship with the Free Elves, doesn't it?" Allen countered.
"It's not close enough. Not by far," Ida Emean replied. "More importantly, your relationship with the Free Elves isn't close enough."
"With me?"
"Of course," Ida Emean said as though it were obvious. "Child of Miracle, who do you think I came here for?"
"Because of the Crimson Fox?"
"I did have a good relationship with the Crimson Fox in the past. But after many things that followed, now I've merely let go of hatred—there's little affection left."
"And it certainly isn't because of that brat from the Henrietta family—the one who destroyed the last kingdom of our Aen Seidhe."
"Allen, Child of Miracle…"
She pressed her thin lips together and looked solemnly at Allen: "I came for you—for the fate that shall inevitably arrive as foretold in prophecy…"
Her sapphire-like eyes shimmered with an enchanting brilliance.
In this dark corridor where no voice could be heard, she softly chanted the prophecy that Allen knew better than anyone—
"Know this: the time of sword and axe is nigh,
Marking the epoch of the Winter Wolf and snow-blasted skies."
"The world shall perish in frost, and be reborn under a new sun."
"Ess'tuath esse! This is destiny! Heed the signs!"
"To know what signs to seek…"
"First, the Filius Miraculi—the Child of Miracle—shall be born in a land of bitter cold."
"Death and rebirth shall come, and blood and fire shall follow from one not quite human…"
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"Buzz~"
Ida Emean's voice seemed to carry a strange magic, reverberating throughout the dark and silent space.
Allen only realized after listening for quite a while that she wasn't speaking in the common tongue—but in the Elder Speech. And yet, though he barely understood a few words of the Elder Speech at all, he could comprehend every word she spoke.
Every cell in his body seemed to resonate with the rhythm and tone of Ida Emean's chant.
As if…
Fate was summoning him, calling out to him—longing to unleash a tidal wave that would shatter the entire age.
The overwhelming sense of destiny made the snarling wolf medallion on his chest tremble violently.
Even the misty star-bridge beneath his feet began to sway unsteadily. Only then did the darkness on either side start to crack open, revealing faint, eerie flashes of iridescent color.
Ida Emean slowly ceased her chanting and said softly: "Did you hear it, Child of Miracle? Fate is resonating with you."
"What… was that?" Allen's knees bent slightly to stabilize himself as he couldn't help but ask. "I know that was Ithlinne's Prophecy… and I know you were chanting in the Elder Speech, but… but…"
"But why did it cause such a commotion?" Ida Emean finished the question for him.
Allen nodded.
"Because this is the interspace within the portal—what the Aen Seidhe consider the place closest to fate," she said gently. "When you sing a magical prophecy in praise of destiny here, fate naturally responds."
Allen fell silent.
All this about interspaces, fate, prophecy… still felt too distant for him.
More importantly, listening to these things—if one wasn't careful—could have some serious side effects. So, he changed the subject.
"So you came to Kaer Morhen… because of me?"
Ida Emean nodded.
"You also believe I'm the one who will save the world from the White Frost?" Allen asked.
Ida Emean seemed lost in thought and said softly, "I'm looking forward even more… to the second half."
"...For the Destroyer of Nations shall arrive."
"Your lands shall be trampled and divided."
"Your cities shall burn, and your people shall flee."
"Bats, owls, and crows shall haunt your homes, and serpents and insects will nest within them…"
This time, she didn't chant in the Elder Speech. Instead, the words were transmitted directly into Allen's mind.
Allen raised an eyebrow. "That blunt, huh?"
"For the nations to be destroyed is the only way for the Aen Seidhe to have any hope of rising again," Ida Emean replied, just as bluntly.
Allen thought for a moment and said, "But I remember there's a missing part between these two verses of the prophecy."
"'Aen Seidhe—blood of the elves—shall flood the earth, and in that flood, you shall all weep…'"
"If the human nations are truly doomed to fall, then perhaps the Aen Seidhe will rise even before that happens."
"But given the current number of the Aen Seidhe… once the blood of the elves floods the land, will the Aen Seidhe even have the strength to rise?"
Ida Emean fell silent for a long time upon hearing that.
So long had passed that Allen almost thought time itself had frozen in this silent, dark, chaotic space between worlds. Only then did she finally lift her head and look at him deeply, leaving him with a single sentence before turning to walk ahead again: "Come, Child of Miracle. We're almost there."
The truth is always hard to accept.
And once again, the wise one of the Aen Seidhe proved that with her actions.
Watching her graceful figure retreat into the distance, Allen shrugged and followed.
To be honest, only someone like Allen, who possessed the memories of his past life, could remain so composed.
Anyone else—especially a young Witcher of the Wolf School—hearing Ida Emean's rousing words, pulling them closer with talk of the Witcher Order, disparaging humanity with grandiose doomsday theories, and ending it all with the awe-inspiring prophecy of Ithlinne… anyone else would've had their faith shaken.
Especially considering that humans—particularly the nobles of Kaedwen—already had a poor reputation in the eyes of most Wolf School Witchers.
It wouldn't be surprising if this journey ended with the birth of a new convert to the Aen Seidhe cause. But Allen was different. He had a clear view of his stance.
Questions like whether Witchers were truly human—such philosophical debates held no meaning for him.
What mattered to him was how to help the Wolf School survive disaster after disaster and how to improve the lives of the people around him. Those were the guiding principles behind all his decisions.
Witchers still relied on humans for survival. Treating humanity as an enemy would only bring harm to the Wolf School.
To Allen, the Free Elves were simply a promising ally—one that could be worked with. Nothing more.
Moreover—
There was something Ida Emean had been deliberately blurring all along.
She kept referring to "humans" as a single force destined to betray and destroy the Witchers. But in truth, humanity was not a single unified entity—it was a collection of competing powers and factions.
The common folk needed Witchers to maintain their safety, but they were also bound by the ruling class's control over their thoughts, resources, and lives.
The upper class needed Witchers to hunt monsters and preserve their reign and wealth, but at the same time feared the Witchers' unrestrained violence.
In peaceful, prosperous nations, Witchers were barely needed. But in war-torn lands, they were in desperate demand—to slay the monsters born of war.
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Humans have never been a unified whole—even in the original timeline, there were always those among them who revered witchers.
Ida Emean's words, in the end, were nothing more than alarmist rhetoric.
If Allen had never come to this world, then perhaps everything truly would have unfolded just as she predicted.
But Allen had arrived, and the world had not changed a bit. Would that not render his arrival meaningless?
Of course, Ida Emean didn't harbor such intense malice toward him as to make him an enemy of all humankind.
She wasn't that foolish.
She likely only represented the Aen Seidhe who were being crushed under human oppression—desperately clinging to a lifeline called the "Child of Miracle," and nothing more.
After that, throughout the rest of the journey through the Interstice, Ida Emean said nothing further—no more cryptic words, no more subtle provocations. She simply walked on in silence.
Soon enough—
In the darkness ahead of the Star Bridge, a brilliant light began to emerge.
They had reached the end of the portal.
"The Aen Seidhe have never feared death."
Ida Emean stopped abruptly before the white light at the threshold, turning back to him with a blank expression.
"Rather than helplessly watch the noose of death tighten around our necks, it's better to drown the land in elven blood—and gamble for a miracle."
"What do you think, Child of Miracle?"
A luminous blue glow shimmered in her gem-like eyes, but to Allen, it felt as if a sea of blood had risen behind her.
A crimson wave made of elven blood surged skyward—then came crashing down with a roar.
The thick scent of iron spread through the air.
Allen snapped out of the vision and opened his mouth to speak.
But the Seer of the Aen Seidhe had already let out a carefree laugh and stepped into the white light.
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The vibrant rainbow split the sky in two, connecting the dense forest canopy with the mist-covered blue mountains in the distance.
This was a forest—but unlike any forest a witcher had ever seen before.
The air was filled with rich moisture, warm and fragrant.
Towering spruces glistened with greenery, and all around them bloomed pink hollyhocks, purple thyme, and pansies…
The colors were vividly bright and striking, as if the entire forest were a grand, natural greenhouse. But judging from the irregular spacing of the flowers, it was clear that this flourishing was wild, not cultivated.
Allen felt a strange sense of familiarity as he gazed at the scene before him.
"Welcome to Toussaint."
Ida Emean, seemingly having forgotten the grim resolve she'd shown inside the portal, now spoke in a gentle tone—like a hostess welcoming a guest into her home.
But Allen had no time to ponder her shift in demeanor.
"Toussaint?!" he stared at the smiling elf before him in shock.
"Yes, Toussaint," Ida Emean said with a soft smile. "The fairytale land where wine flows like rivers, music never stops, birdsong and the songs of beautiful maidens drift through the air—that's here."
"Wait…"
Allen's mind was spinning.
It wasn't that the scenery was too fantastical for him to comprehend—he now recalled the familiarity. It reminded him of the illusion Vera had crafted for Sol.
Only… this was far more vivid, far more real, far more enchanting than that illusion.
What stunned him was the fact that Ida Emean had transported them from Kaer Morhen to this place—a straight-line distance of at least 1,400 kilometers—using only a single portal.
What kind of concept was that?!
[Skill Name: Portal]
Type: Spatial Skill
Level: LV4
Active Effects:
1. Portal: Consumes mana to open a portal linked to a stored coordinate within 180 km. Up to 8 people may pass through.
2. Coordinate Storage: Can store 8 (+4 = 2×2) coordinate points.
3. LV4 Bonus Effect: Wooden Door: By consuming double mana, releases a portal with almost no spatial ripple, as ordinary as opening a wooden door.]
With his current LV4 Portal skill, covering 180 kilometers per portal, he'd need at least eight portals to span 1,400 kilometers.
Back in May, Vera had used five portals just to travel from Ellander to Kaer Morhen.
Even if that was due to Vesemir offending the Crimson Fox, it at least proved Vera couldn't cross 1,000 kilometers in a single jump.
By that logic—was Ida Emean ten times stronger than Vera?!
Allen swallowed hard.
The renowned "Aen Saevherne" of the Aen Elle, the Elven Sage Ida Emean—this was the first time she'd revealed a glimpse of her true strength.
He looked toward Ida Emean.
She stood smiling gently, saying nothing, patiently waiting for him to regain his composure.
Allen took two deep breaths before glancing around again and asking,
"So we're here?"
"Is Tomas Moreau's laboratory nearby?"
"No," Ida Emean shook her head and gazed toward the misty mountains in the distance. "This is just the first place I always visit when I come to Toussaint."
Allen was briefly puzzled and asked instinctively, "What place is this?"
"You should know this place." Ida Emean didn't turn back as she spoke softly,
"This is Mount Gorgon."
"The turning point of fate for the Aen Seidhe."
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