The Witcher: Wolf School's Hunting Notes

Rather than saying there was no emotional fluctuation, it would be more accurate to say they were prepared.

Since the Wild Hunt had buried something before their self-destruction, there must be someone coming to retrieve it—it was only a matter of timing.

Those who knew about this had long expected it. Otherwise, the radical faction wouldn't have moved entirely into the underground library.

After all…

A faction that aspired to lead Ban Ard, yet cowardly hid underground—this was detrimental to their authority over the academy. However, compared to losing a few faction members, losing a bit of authority was a minor price to pay.

It was a necessary trade-off.

So when they heard that the Damocles sword of the Wild Hunt, which had been hanging over their heads, had finally fallen, Miguel and Sunny actually felt relieved.

"Lyon!" Sunny summoned a male sorcerer and whispered a few words to him.

"Yes, Lord Sunny." Lyon nodded and quickly left.

Miguel and Sunny then called a few more people over, and soon, the once-busy corner of the library where their sofa was located became bustling with activity before quickly quieting down again.

Vilgefortz sipped his tea while observing through the corner of his eye.

Although Sunny and Miguel appeared composed and methodically assigned tasks, he could tell that despite their prior expectations of the Wild Hunt's arrival, the reality of an unknown number of city-destroying Wild Hunt warriors—who were likely furious after having something stolen—being in the nearby Passolon Forest still left them somewhat anxious.

Once all the tasks were arranged and only the three of them remained in the library, an oppressive silence inevitably filled the air.

"Bang!"

Miguel slammed his fist onto the armrest of the sofa.

The fine leather surface sank inward, forming a deep dent.

"Those cunning long-eared bastards!" he growled through gritted teeth.

"It's fine…" Sunny waved his hand dismissively. "Haven't we been preparing for this all along? The destruction those monsters caused before was only because of their overwhelming magic and their ability to fly high in the sky, making them difficult for Ban Ard to counterattack…"

Overwhelming magic… Vilgefortz found it amusing. Since when did Ban Ard, the most powerful magic academy on the Northern Continent, start complaining about an enemy's magic being too strong?

But then he recalled how, in the Passolon Forest, a single Wild Hunt warrior using nothing more than Fireball had nearly wiped out their entire team.

Lost in thought, Vilgefortz's carefully maintained smile faded slightly.

"Don't worry." Sunny suddenly patted his shoulder. "Since we anticipated this, we naturally have countermeasures."

"If not for the Wild Hunt's sudden attack last time, Ban Ard wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses."

After saying this, Sunny hesitated for a moment as he looked at Vilgefortz, as if weighing something. Then he added, "A few days ago, we reached an agreement with Ortolan from the Rissberg Group's Civil Cooperative Organization. When the Wild Hunt attacks again, they'll help us."

"The Rissberg Group's Civil Cooperative Organization?" Vilgefortz repeated in surprise.

This was the faction of Ortolan, one of the five members of the Chapter of the Gift and the Art, who was on par with Hen Gedymdeith. They specialized in biological mutation research and production.

The famous youth potion, which was wildly popular among sorcerers across the Northern Continent, came from the Rissberg Group.

What surprised Vilgefortz was that this organization had always prioritized profit. Helping Ban Ard resist the Wild Hunt—an arduous task with little reward—why would they do that?

Sunny seemed satisfied with Vilgefortz's astonishment and said meaningfully, "What some see as a disaster, others see as wealth."

"The Rissberg Group is very interested in the Wild Hunt. They want to capture a live one for research. Of course, there are also other benefits involved in the exchange."

"And with the academy's preparations…"

"The Wild Hunt is nothing more than a bunch of cowards who hide in the sky to ambush and raid…"

Sunny waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing away dust.

"The Wild Hunt might not even attack Ban Ard again," Miguel added. "No matter what Eredin Bréacc Glas said about two cycles of soul rebirth, it certainly won't happen anytime soo—"

"Miguel, you can't be naive enough to believe the words of an unknown monster." Sunny interrupted impatiently.

Miguel opened his mouth slightly, lowered his head halfway, and fell silent.

It seemed there were problems within the radical faction as well… Vilgefortz thought to himself.

But it made sense. So many key members of the radical faction had died under Miguel's command, and the death of Quinn had even forced Sunny to take the risk of abducting Hen Gedymdeith. How could there be no dissatisfaction at all?

"Are the Wild Hunt really elves?" Seeing the atmosphere grow tense again, Vilgefortz changed the topic. "I've been hearing rumors around the academy..."

"For others, I'd certainly say they are," Sunny answered without hesitation. "The Wild Hunt absolutely, definitely, must be those long-eared creatures hiding deep in the Blue Mountains. But for you, Vilgefortz, of course, I won't say that..."

Vilgefortz gave a knowing smile, seeming to appreciate Sunny's choice of words.

"I'm not entirely sure." Sunny stood up from the sofa, frowning slightly.

"Lyon—the sorcerer who just left—he was the one who barely escaped from those two Wild Hunt warriors. He told me he saw them take off their masks, and they looked exactly like elves."

"Then why are you still uncertain?" Vilgefortz asked curiously.

Sunny shook his head. "Because he only saw them vaguely in the darkness. All he could confirm was that the undead-like appearance the Wild Hunt presented was, indeed, just a mask."

"They might have long ears under those masks, but dwarves have long ears too. Dryads, sirens... even just in the Northern Faroe Islands, there are plenty of creatures with elven features."

"More importantly…"

He paused and turned to look at Vilgefortz.

"If elves had the kind of power the Wild Hunt possesses, they wouldn't have been driven into the mountains by humans, would they?" Vilgefortz finished the thought.

"Most people, myself included, think the same way—it simply doesn't add up," Sunny nodded. "If elves were capable of such things, if they had warriors like that, why didn't they use them when their kingdoms fell? Why allow themselves to be pushed to the brink of extinction?"

"But those long-eared bastards must know something!" Miguel clenched his fists, his teeth grinding. "Otherwise, how could everything be so perfectly orchestrated? The Conjunction of the Spheres, assassinated kings, human civil wars, the Wild Hunt—each event seamlessly leading to the next!"

Vilgefortz raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"That's exactly it." Sunny nodded slightly. "I told the headmaster long ago that those damn long-ears should be eradicated… Oh, by the way—"

After venting his frustrations, he suddenly turned to Vilgefortz.

"Once this current trouble is over and the kings finally recognize Ban Ard's importance to the Northern Continent, the academy plans to launch a war of revenge against the elves. Are you interested in joining?"

'Now? Declaring war on elves hiding deep in the mountains?'

The war between Kaedwen and Aedirn wasn't even over yet!

Vilgefortz was momentarily stunned, but then he noticed Sunny's eyes fixed on him, as if trying to read his reaction. His heart tensed, and he quickly concealed his thoughts.

"Of course, I'll follow the academy's orders."

Sunny nodded in satisfaction. "Don't worry, when the time comes, you'll be the commander-in-chief. I'll make sure you have the finest soldiers at your disposal."

Vilgefortz couldn't understand the radicals' thinking.

'Why start another war when a major conflict hadn't even ended yet?'

Ban Ard itself was already barely hanging on.

And while the elves were struggling to survive, sending an army into the depths of the Blue Mountains? Even a sorcerer like him, unfamiliar with military strategy, knew that was a terrible idea.

Not to mention, how could they be sure that while they were fighting the elves, the Wild Hunt wouldn't suddenly strike Ban Ard again with a few more master-level spells?

Of course, Vilgefortz didn't express any of this on the surface. He simply listened to Sunny's flawed plan with nods of agreement while pondering the true reason behind the radicals' reckless move.

Until—

"Buzzz——"

A strange, persistent noise came from the library's entrance, interrupting their conversation.

Vilgefortz assumed it was the people Sunny had sent out returning with a report, so he stood up to take his leave.

Sunny and Miguel, showing him proper courtesy, got up to escort him to the door.

As they reached the entrance, a few other radical sorcerers approached them.

They seemed about to say something to Sunny and Miguel, but upon seeing Vilgefortz, they hesitated and shut their mouths.

"Oh, by the way!"

After walking Vilgefortz out of the library, Sunny suddenly spoke in a seemingly casual tone. "For the sake of stability within the academy, don't mention the Wild Hunt to the other sorcerers."

"That goes without sa—" Vilgefortz hadn't planned on telling anyone anyway and was about to agree offhandedly when—

A sudden realization struck him.

'Wait!'

The Wild Hunt's attack was a massive event. Even with the Rissberg Group's help, mobilizing the entire academy was inevitable.

But it seemed that Sunny had no intention of sharing this information with the other factions, not even the neutral mages…

'What is he planning?'

Vilgefortz's thoughts raced.

Through the open brass doors, dozens of radical mages cast their gazes toward him, some deliberately, some unconsciously. Their expressions carried confusion, wariness, and rejection…

They exchanged glances, as if silently asking why an outsider like him was present in the library—the very core of the radical faction's territory.

And at that moment—

Vilgefortz suddenly realized a crucial problem.

He was an outsider.

And as an outsider, he knew far too much.

"What's wrong, Vilgefortz?" Sunny's calm voice abruptly interrupted his thoughts.

Vilgefortz looked up, meeting Sunny's scrutinizing gaze.

Inside the brass doors, even more eyes were now watching him.

"I just remembered something," Vilgefortz said without a hint of panic. "I can't confirm whether it's true yet, I haven't verified it, but after thinking it over, I felt it was something you needed to know as soon as possible."

Sunny and Miguel exchanged a puzzled glance. "What is it?"

"Another catastrophe has erupted in Ellander. The followers of the Dark God set up a summoning ritual in the Mahakam Mountains to call forth a demonic being—"

"The Dark God was summoned?" Sunny and Miguel's expressions changed drastically.

Every time a Dark God descended, it sent shockwaves across the entire Northern Continent. For Ban Ard, already struggling against the Wild Hunt—or more precisely, for the radical faction—this was nothing short of a disaster.

Whether it was the monster hordes brought by the Dark God ravaging Kaedwen or the political demands that the Northern kings would inevitably impose, Ban Ard's strength would be significantly drained. And that wasn't even considering the Wild Hunt, waiting to strike.

"Something this massive… why hasn't Ban Ard heard—"

Sunny's voice suddenly faltered.

Clearly, he had just realized the reason.

Vilgefortz continued, "The Dark God has been driven away. Lady Tissaia de Vries led the sorceresses of Aretuza to aid the fight. They joined forces with Ellander's nobles, the priestesses of the Melitele Temple, and two Witchers of the Wolf School to banish it."

"It was banished…?" Sunny immediately exhaled in relief, but then another thought struck him.

If the Dark God was already gone, then what did this have to do with Ban Ard?

"The key issue isn't the Dark God," Vilgefortz said, shaking his head under Sunny and Miguel's scrutiny. "An Aretuza sorceress told Lydia that a Witcher from the Wolf School tamed a royal griffin."

"Impossible," Miguel scoffed, shaking his head. "No one has ever tamed a royal griffin—not even an ordinary one. Those crude, sword-swinging Witchers could never achieve something even sorcerers have failed to do—"

"Shut up, Miguel. Let Vilgefortz continue." Sunny frowned, staring intently at Vilgefortz. "A Witcher taming a royal griffin is extraordinary, yes, but it's not something that would warrant a Mage of the Source informing me at such a crucial time."

There was an edge to his tone—not directed at Vilgefortz, but stemming from a deep, instinctive reluctance to accept the conclusion forming in his mind.

"You're right."

Vilgefortz nodded. "The griffin itself isn't the point—the person who tamed it is."

"The Witchers from the Wolf School, Vesemir and Allen, are the same two Witchers I was hunting before." He paused for emphasis. "The very same two Witchers I pursued in Aedirn… have tamed a royal griffin."

Miguel was still processing what had just been said.

But Sunny's face had already changed drastically.

"You're serious?"

Sunny took a few quick strides toward Vilgefortz, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes bloodshot, staring intently at him.

Vilgefortz wasn't intimidated by Sunny's intense demeanor; in fact, he had anticipated it.

If not for his own safety being at stake, he wouldn't have disclosed this information at all.

"At least, that's the information I have. Besides…" Vilgefortz paused, nodding slowly. "It's not difficult to verify. The nobles of Ellander, the priestesses of the Temple of Melitele, and most of the mid- to high-ranking sorceresses of Aretuza are aware of it…"

Before Vilgefortz could finish, Sunny spun around, rushing back into the library, shouting anxiously:"Get me in contact with Tissaia de Vries from Aretuza right now…"

"Wait…"

"Where are the reports from the Kaedwen and Aedirn frontlines? Where are they?"

The mages were startled by Sunny's sudden, seemingly frantic behavior and responded blankly, "We haven't received any reports since the mages withdrew a week ago…"

"Find them immediately!"

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Bam!

The brass door slowly closed, sealing off the chaotic commotion inside the library.

"W-What just happened?"

Miguel stared blankly at the brass door, still unsure of what had transpired.

"There's probably trouble at the frontlines," Vilgefortz sighed with a tone of sorrow. "Lord Miguel, I won't take up any more of your time. I'll be leaving now."

"Sorry, Sunny just…"

"It's fine. I understand." Vilgefortz nodded politely and, seeing Miguel head back into the library, turned to leave.

Tap, tap, tap…

Footsteps echoed down the corridor.

One by one, the wall sconces flickered to life, spiraling upward and downward like a coiling serpent.

Vilgefortz stood midway along this winding serpent, but after some thought, he realized the exit was closer than he'd imagined.

Standing at the heart of this serpentine path, a sense of indescribable excitement and exhilaration surged within him, making his blood seem to boil.

"Miracle Child, prove to me once more that you can indeed create miracles!"

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