Chapter 486 Philippa Ehrhart’s astonishment! Poor Son of God!

Tishaya de Vries did not come alone.

In the shadows behind her stood another girl with bright makeup, or at least she looked like a girl.

No one can guess a sorceress’s age unless she tells it herself.

“It seems we all have new guests who need to be introduced.” Tishaya de Vris’s half-smiled gaze swept across Aylin’s face and landed on Dante and Evans, who looked confused. “Of course, it is possible that they are not guests.”

“But let me start with mine…”

Tissaia de Vris spoke to stop Vesemir and Dante from opening their mouths, and pulled the girl beside her, who was holding her head high with arrogance in her eyes, in front of her.

With the help of the firelight, Ailin saw the girl clearly for the first time, or to be more precise, the sorceress’s appearance.

She was wearing a men’s short jacket, leggings and high boots. The black onyx jewelry on her chest hung between her deep cleavage. Her soft and shiny black hair was neatly combed and tied at the back of her neck.

The most impressive thing is the face.

It’s not because of her beautiful appearance, no sorceress is ugly, but because of her straight, thick eyebrows and raised eyes, which are very different from those of ordinary women.

When a pair of big yellow-brown eyes look at you, they are full of aggression, as if a female wolf wants to plunder a new territory.

This made her look more arrogant than the women of the nobles, and the difference was very obvious, because it was because of her self-confidence rather than the arrogance due to her superior background.

Ailin was very sure that he had not seen her in the battle against the evil god, otherwise he would never have forgotten this distinctive face.

“Philippa Eilhart.”

The girl spoke her name before Tissaia de Vries, then raised her head and glanced at everyone in the reception room, “I am here on behalf of the Wizards’ Association.”

Gone.

After the girl finished her words, she looked away.

She crossed her arms across her chest, and after the black onyx pendant was squeezed out, she held her head high, as if appreciating the centuries-old murals in the reception room of the Temple of Meritelli above her head.

Coming here on behalf of the Wizarding Society, he has reason to be proud, and his purpose is also very curious.

But what caught Erin’s attention even more was her name – Philippa Eilhart.

Yes.

Ailin knew this name, a sorceress named Philippa Eilhart. Her character line began to appear in the original work and can almost be said to run through the entire Witcher and its extended games and other works.

Prior to the First Northern War, she was Royal Advisor to King Vizimir II of Redania.

During the war, she was one of the twenty-two sorcerers who joined the Northern Kingdoms’ coalition forces to fight against the Nilfgaardian army at the Battle of Sodden Mountain.

It was also she and Sigismund Dijkstra, the head of Redania’s intelligence organization, who planned the coup on Thanedd Island, with the aim of eliminating the traitors on the Council of Sorcerers, including Vigfortz, who had defected to Nilfgaard. This coup also became the fuse of the Second Nilfgaard War.

After the assassination of Vizimir II, she served as co-regent of Redania with Sigismund Dijkstra, the head of the country’s intelligence services.

Radovid V, the “hard-hearted” King of Redania who stirred up the world in the three generations of the game and shared the world with Nilfgaard, grew up under her teaching and then stood against his adoptive mother.

She also founded the Sorceresses Lodge at the Castello di Montecalvo, one of her residences, and played a leading role in it.

During the Second Northern War, she used her dual influence in the Redanian court and the Sorceresses’ Guild to manipulate the situation from behind the scenes and lead the post-war peace talks.

It is rumored that in order to manipulate the political situation in the north, she was also involved in the deaths of two kings, Demave of Aedirn and Foltest of Temeria, and even the assassination of her own king, Vizimir II.

Ambition and conspiracy are the underlying colors of Philippa Eilhart.

“I didn’t expect that Philippa Eilhart was such a sorceress with arrogance written all over her face when she was young,” Ailin thought.

Having seen many important characters in the original novels and games in the past, Ailin is not too surprised by this, if not used to it.

As early as when Yennefer appeared before him, he knew that as long as he lived long enough, the important NPCs in the story would definitely appear before him one by one, and have connections, entanglements, and struggles with him.

Vesemir and Dante were not too surprised. They didn’t know what the future of Philippa Eilhart would be. They had just seen too many warlocks being proud in front of ordinary people and witchers.

Besides, even for sorceresses, it was difficult to guess the age accurately, but they knew that Philippa Ehrhart was most likely a young girl who had just graduated.

Because all the sorceresses who have been around for years will hide, even if they look down on the person they are talking to, just like…

“I’m sorry.” Tishaya de Vries sighed and looked at Aylin and others apologetically, “Philippa didn’t mean it.”

After explaining it lightly, she introduced it proudly with her eyes full of pampering:

“Filba’s skills in Transfiguration are among the best in the entire wizard association. She is also very skilled in illusion. If I remember correctly, she can already create illusions with smell…”

“We can now conjure up the sense of touch, and are working on building a model of taste…” Philippa Ehart added, looking up at her childish face.

“That’s really great, Philippa!”

Tissaya de Vris’ eyes narrowed in satisfaction as she praised enthusiastically, her tone somewhat like a grandmother coaxing her granddaughter.

Philippa Ehart said nothing, but there was obvious uncontrollable pride in her eyes.

This made Ailin, who was watching from the sidelines, feel indescribably strange when he thought of the image that resembled the queen in his mind.

Tissaia de Vries continued, “Philippa is now a member of the Intermediate Council of the Wizards’ Association. She is now touring various countries to monitor the illegal behavior of warlocks in the Wizards’ Association.”

Warlock of Supervision…

This is indeed a job with great potential, and is usually only given to young and capable warlocks.

After all, the old hands have too many interests involved, and their supervision is not completely useless, if only to say that they are of little use.

Young warlocks who have just graduated, on the contrary, have a filter for wizards and are not afraid of power.

Of course, the Wizarding Society generally wouldn’t really let them patrol large organizations like Ban Ader, Aretuza, and the Lisberg Civil Partnership, but rather let them patrol small countries and small organizations that are a mix of good and bad.

But even so, friction is inevitable.

Being assigned to this position also shows that Philba Ehrhardt is very capable, or at least a practical person.

However, what surprised the other demon hunters was not Filba Ehart’s strength, but this responsibility.

Supervisory Warlock… The three witchers looked at each other. Isn’t this a coincidence?

What they encountered last night were not illegal warlocks, but one was from the Risberg Civil Partnership and the other was probably Ben Ade.

After Tissaia de Vris introduced his proud student, he said “Master Vesemir of the Wolf School” and pointed at Aylin with a kind smile, skipping Vesemir and saying:

“Filba, this is the Aelin I told you about.”

“Great Griffin Knight, God Slayer Ailin?” Filba Ehrhart’s eyes fell on Ailin, looking him up and down with suspicion. The aggressive gaze made people feel uncomfortable.

Ailin frowned and said, “I am the master of the Great Griffin, but I cannot be called a godslayer. I am just…”

“No, you are!” High Priest Ianna, who had been sitting quietly in a high-back chair, spoke at this moment, “You are the God Slayer!”

“Can……”

Ianna waved her hand and interrupted: “God, whether it is an evil god or a righteous god, they are immortal.”

“To expel them from this world is to kill gods, otherwise where did all those godslayers come from in the past?”

Aelin stopped arguing.

However, because of Ianna’s protection, Filba Ehart put down her arms and her eyes were shining.

“And you said there were a few missing ones,” Ianna looked at Filba Ehrhart, “Ailin has more than just these two nicknames. In addition to being the Great Griffin Knight, God Slayer, and Demon Hunter Master, he is also a Knight of Elland and the Son of Meliteli…”

“What?!! Holy Son! A demon hunter?” Filba Ehart exclaimed in surprise.

No one understands the influence of the Cult of Meliteli in the northern continent better than the sorceress. Even their Aretuza Academy is within its sphere of influence.

Fulba Ehrhardt was not condemned for her gaffe.

Because when they heard the first few names, except for Dante and Philba Ehart who were a little surprised, everyone else looked normal.

But when the words “Son of Meliteli” came out of Ianna’s mouth lightly, the entire reception hall of the Meliteli Temple, including the three demon hunters, including Tissaia de Vris and Philba Ehart, all changed their expressions.

Only Nenneke, who was serving Ianna, and Evans, who was in a daze, looked calm.

“Holy Son?!! Aunt Ianna, when… when did this happen?” Ailin was also surprised.

It’s not that he hasn’t heard of this name before. In fact, people have been calling it that since the last May Day.

But the effect of words spoken from different people is completely different.

As the high priestess of the Temple of Meriteli, Ianna’s statement to Tissaia de Vries, the dean of Aretuza College, another major force in the northern continent, was almost equivalent to announcing Ailin’s identity as the Son of God to the entire northern continent.

If there is a record of this moment in the future, Philba Ehrhart, as the patrolling warlock of the Wizarding Society, can even be regarded as witnessing on behalf of the Wizarding Society.

“What? You still don’t want to?” Ianna glared.

“No… Of course I’m not unwilling, it’s just…” The news was so shocking that Ailin didn’t know what to say for a moment.

He looked at Nenneke who was beside Ianna.

Nenneke nodded. “That’s true. The temple has discussed and approved it a few days ago. In a few days, a letter will be sent to the countries and churches in the northern continent to notify them.”

“Of course,” Nenneke winked at Arlin, “Only if you’re willing…”

“Whether he is willing or not,” Ianna glared at Ailin without killing intent and interrupted, “If someone can repeatedly obtain the oracle of the lady and even pray to the lady for divine help, then who is he if not the Son of God?”

Philba Ehrhart was stunned at this moment.

As a sect, the Son of God is second only to… no… in a sense it is even on par with the Pope, or even higher in position and status. And in terms of the status of the Temple of Meliteli in the entire northern continent, the Son of God of Meliteli is not even lower in status than the kings of major countries such as Temeria, Redalia and Kaedwen.

Why does it seem like the high priest is going to force it on the witcher named Ailin?
and many more……

And the oracle, did Ailin really receive the oracle from the goddess?

Filba Ehrhart looked at Tissaia de Vries blankly.

Tissaya de Vries nodded slightly and transmitted a message in her mind: “I only heard about it the first time, but I saw it with my own eyes the second time…”

“The power of the goddess is close, kind, and strict…”

“Once you feel it once, you will be sure that it is definitely the mother of all things, the god of fertility, harvest and childbirth…”

Tishaya de Vris looked at the three holy images of a young girl, a pregnant woman and an old woman carved on the wall. She was fascinated and seemed to recall the scene at that time.

“So…” Philba Ehrhart looked back thoughtfully.

The bloody and dirty demon hunter seemed to have a different taste at this moment.

“But I…but I’m a demon hunter…” Ailin was stunned.

“So what if he’s a demon hunter?” Ianna rolled her eyes. “Meliteli’s teachings never said that a demon hunter can’t be a saint…”

Ailin’s tone paused.

Aunt Ianna’s argument was somewhat far-fetched.

When Meliteli’s teachings were completed, there were no demon hunters in the world.

How can something that does not exist be incorporated into doctrine?
Ailin said helplessly: “But the Son of God needs to stay in the temple, while the demon hunters have to travel around and deal with demons.”

“The Son of Meliteli does not need to stay in Ellande, he can travel around.”

“Traveling around… Aren’t you worried that I might tarnish the holy name of Meliteli?”

“So will you, Aelin?” Ianna blinked, her eyes full of pride and kindness. “Will you bring shame to the holy name of Meliteli?”

Ailin was silent for a few seconds, then sighed, “Of course I won’t, Aunt Ianna. But sometimes, people just can’t help themselves.”

“Then it’s definitely not your fault!” Ianna answered firmly.

She was supported by Nenneke, stood up from the high-backed chair, and walked to Arryn.

The old hands gently wiped away the hidden blood stains under Ailin’s temples, then moved gently upwards, allowing the gentle heat to penetrate into the scalp from the hair and wash away the fatigue of the night.

“It’s definitely not your fault, poor child!” Ianna looked at Ailin with pity.

For the first time since traveling to this world, Ailin felt overwhelmed and a little flustered.

He has never encountered such a situation.

Ianna’s gaze seemed to see through him, piercing his skin, and dispelling the elemental favor that was enough to resist swords and guns…

Let him get naked…

It’s like a dream.

(End of this chapter)