Even as she said this, Lia still maintained an extremely serious expression.
Although there was nothing wrong with what he said, Viktor still felt something was off.
He sat at his desk, quietly watching Leah:
"So, that's why you came to me."
It's so late; Lia wouldn't come looking for me unless she had something important to say.
Viktor, who knew her habits well, asked.
"Oh, right, right."
"I almost forgot about the important matter."
As if remembering something, Lia touched her lower back.
"Here, have this."
She took out a small pendant.
The pendant was shaped like a black sword blade, small and exquisite, like a gemstone.
The interior is transparent and clear, with decorations on both sides resembling bat wings.
“This is from Gwen’s sister, Kefla, as a special thank you for what you did in the North.”
Victor raised a finger, and a white spell flowed from his fingertip.
The magic lifted the pendant and floated it into his hand.
Victor glanced at it casually.
Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he narrowed his eyes slightly and placed the pendant back on the desk.
"Then what?"
"She gave me this, it couldn't just be a thank you gift."
Lia looked at Victor, seemingly somewhat surprised:
"How did you know? She does have something to ask you."
She hopes you can spend the whole day with her tomorrow.
...
Early in the morning, Victor watched as Hennie, who had finished breakfast, hurriedly left the mansion.
With the start of the new semester approaching, the college assigned Hennie a lot of tasks, which made her feel somewhat burdened.
But as an associate professor, Hene knew that these were simply things she should do.
But I'm really busy.
Although Victor had specifically reminded Hene that during the busy days at the academy, she could simply sleep in the house outside for a few days.
This saves her travel time and allows her to get more rest.
Second-tier mages are still quite clumsy when using teleportation magic; even Heni can't use it frequently.
But Hene was unmoved and insisted on going to work every day, refusing even to ride in a carriage.
Relying solely on two legs.
In Henney's words, it's about exercising.
But Victor knew very well that Hene was just being stubborn and didn't want to cause any trouble for anyone.
Kevlar arrived shortly after Henney left.
As soon as she came in, she greeted Viktor warmly.
"Yahoo yahoo~"
"Long time no see, Victor."
Victor gently raised his hand, and a flash of light appeared behind Kefla.
A chair appeared out of thin air from the ground.
But that wasn't all. On the table in front of her, the teacup and teapot seemed to have been picked up by something invisible.
It automatically filled her cup with tea.
This whole sequence of actions left Kevlar completely bewildered.
"sit."
Victor gestured for Kefla to sit down.
Kefla, of course, didn't stand on ceremony. She sat down opposite Victor, picked up her teacup, and took a sip of tea.
The power of magic is truly magnificent.
As she sipped her tea, Kevlar began to reminisce.
As a witcher, she's probably destined to never be associated with magic in this lifetime.
Kevlar put down her teacup, smiled, and said to Victor:
“Victor, we’re family, we know each other inside and out, so I don’t need to hide anything from you.”
"You should also know about my profession."
A demon hunter is a profession that makes a living by hunting demons.
Viktor remained expressionless, simply picking up a piece of birdseed and feeding it to the crow on his shoulder.
"And then, you said you wanted me to spend a day with you, what exactly do you want us to do?"
Lia had already told him that Kefla had Gwen's permission.
That's why he was curious about Kevlar's request to spend the day with her.
Although……
Viktor glanced down at the pendant hanging around his neck, and a thought already formed in his mind.
Kefla also noticed the black pendant hanging around Victor's neck and seemed quite pleased as she spoke;
"It seems you don't dislike this gift."
"This is a token of our Witcher status, equivalent to proof of identity."
“Every Witcher has one, and can only have one.”
Kefla straightened up and smiled:
"If the owner of this token dies, the power of the witcher who possessed it will not dissipate, but will instead be concentrated in this pendant, waiting for the next person to inherit its power."
"I am its second owner."
Victor picked up the pendant and looked it up and down.
Upon closer inspection, the crystal-clear black pendant appears to have flowing patterns that seem to shimmer in the sunlight.
"In that case, why don't you give it to Gwen?"
Victor knew that this item could be considered the most precious treasure of a Witcher.
This is also a major reason why the Witcher system, despite its small number of members, has been passed down to this day.
"This token can only be given to the person who is most worthy of it."
Kevlar maintained her smile, looking at him, and continued:
“I trust you because you are Gwen’s fiancé.”
"Besides, you deserve this token more than she does."
Victor listened quietly to Kefla's words, then put the pendant into his clothes.
Kevlar's words were still too euphemistic.
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