52. The Smell of Gunpowder.

At the tranquil shore of Killer Lake.

"Bang~"

An orange portal opened.

The head of the Wolf School emerged first, sword raised, cautiously surveying the surroundings before sheathing his sword. Following closely was the Witcher master, his face pale but maintaining a normal stance. He nodded to the head and then stepped aside.

Vera and Allen stepped out almost simultaneously. Allen stumbled, skillfully grabbing onto a familiar deciduous pine. He then adeptly drank the green potion handed to him by the sorceress, under the shocked gazes of the Witcher master and the head of the Wolf School.

"Vera…"

Sol couldn't help but speak, wanting to stop this wasteful behavior. He was silenced by a glare from the sorceress. Noticing an outsider nearby, Vera raised an eyebrow, warning the stunned Witcher master. Vesemir nodded repeatedly, intimidated. Having interacted with Vera for a time due to the head, he had developed a bit of a fear of her.

Allen finally recovered from the dizziness unique to Witcher portals.

"Thank you, Lady Vera."

"This potion is really useful; my headache will be gone soon."

The Witcher apprentice gratefully glanced at the sorceress, then noticed the head and the Witcher master staring at him with complex expressions.

He awkwardly touched his face, asking: "What's wrong?"

"Is there something on my face?"

The head shook his head, turning to look at Killer Lake, thinking. Of course, this potion is useful. A potion that can extend lifespan and delay aging—there are only two or three people in the world who can make it. Treating internal injuries is just a side effect of increased vitality.

As for alleviating portal-induced dizziness…

He had never seen anyone use it this way, not even himself.

"I heard from the head that you created a potion. What does it do?"

Seeing Allen look over, Vesemir quickly changed the subject. The Witcher apprentice, successfully distracted, began explaining as he walked towards Killer Lake. The Witcher master breathed a sigh of relief. Though he didn't know why Vera was so good to this apprentice, it wasn't a bad thing.

Some sorceresses, having lost their ability to bear children, would do ridiculous things as they grew older and their maternal instincts kicked in. Lady Vera was restrained by the head, so there shouldn't be any problems…

Thinking this, the Witcher master suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He glanced over to see Vera coldly staring at him.

Oh no!

Having just come out of the portal, he had forgotten that sorceresses could read minds. Vesemir quickly gave an apologetic smile, emptied his mind, and hurried towards the apprentice. The surface of Killer Lake was as calm as ever. Allen walked to the lakeside, took out a bottle of "Killer Whale" from his chest, and prepared to drink it.

"Wait!"

A cool female voice stopped him.

The Witcher apprentice looked over, puzzled.

"Snap"

A finger snap.

Allen felt his hand lighten. The bottle of "Killer Whale" quickly flew into the head's hand.

"Sol! You drink it!"

The sudden action from the sorceress startled Allen.

"Head…"

He cried out in terror, taking a few steps towards the head. But he was too late. Sol took the potion and drank it without hesitation.

"…Head…"

Allen could only stop in his tracks. He saw the head of the Wolf School give him a reassuring smile, as if he were the one who had drunk the potion.

Allen found it incomprehensible. He glanced at Vesemir, who also looked incredulous, knowing that the head was usually not so careless. Could it be that because he was the child of miracles, he could be trusted so completely?

Incomprehensible!

Really incomprehensible!

How did he manage to become the head of a school?

But these inner complaints were only about the head's complete lack of defense against him.

The "Killer Whale" potion was, of course, fine. After drinking the potion, a few seconds later, the head of the Wolf School seemed to realize something. He took a few running steps and then jumped into the icy Killer Lake.

Ripples shattered the calm surface of the lake.

The white clouds, blue sky, and mountains in the water twisted and dispersed.

Then gradually returned to calm.

About ten minutes passed.

Allen glanced at the unsteady Vesemir, then at the expressionless sorceress. He took out another bottle of "Killer Whale" potion.

"No rush, Sol is testing it."

Vera smiled at the Witcher apprentice. Allen had no choice but to put the potion back.

Another twenty minutes passed.

The water surface suddenly rippled.

"Splash!"

The head of the school shot out of the water like a flying fish, lightly landing on the shore with the help of the water's buoyancy.

"Why are there no drowners in Killer Lake?"

Vesemir and Allen, who were about to ask questions, both froze. Vesemir thought it was because he had killed too many drowners yesterday. Although Allen knew the truth, Vera's actions made him the primary beneficiary, so he felt a bit guilty. The head of the Wolf School immediately noticed something wrong with the two.

He thought for a moment and said: "Allen, did you bring a drowner whistle?"

"I did."

"Use it and see."

The Witcher apprentice reluctantly glanced at Vera, who seemed to be in a trance, not reacting to the head and Allen's actions. So, the Witcher apprentice shook the drowner whistle.

"Croak~ Croak~"

A minute passed, and Killer Lake remained calm, with no movement.

Five minutes passed, and a few drowners ran from behind Vera. With a snap of her fingers, the drowners were instantly decapitated. Allen heard the head's collar vibrate slightly, but Vesemir's school badge remained still.

"Vera," the head of the Wolf School looked up from the silence, "did you do this?"

He ignored the hesitant Witcher master and directly focused on the sorceress. Expressionless, Vera retracted her gaze from the now red deciduous pine. Silently, she locked eyes with Sol. Silence fell again.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense for some reason.

Allen opened his mouth, wanting to say something. Then he realized he was the lowest-ranked among them. He didn't even qualify as a mediator.

So, the Witcher apprentice quietly approached the confused Vesemir, nudged his cotton armor, and whispered: "Master Vesemir, please intervene."

Vesemir glanced at Allen, feeling that his status in the apprentice's eyes was too high. Moreover, he was also confused and didn't know how to mediate.

Despite feeling negative, the Witcher master cleared his throat under the apprentice's hopeful gaze: "Ahem~"

This meaningless noise broke the silence. But Vesemir didn't need to say anything.

The head, glancing at Allen, turned to the sorceress and said: "Vera, we've discussed this. Neither of us knows the consequences of reckless changes."

"So… this time only, no exceptions."

Vera hummed softly, whether in agreement or not.

Sol, having received a response, set the matter aside and asked Allen: "Allen, is this potion difficult to make?"

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