A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

Roy stood slightly inside the entrance.

He was only 4 meters away from the crawling woman, and the unactivated Light Silver Arden Trap was only 1 meter away from him, covering a 2-meter range, and only 1 meter away from the woman.

And what about the wolf king who had just jumped down? He was carrying a person in his hand, almost 2 meters away from the crawling woman, so all he had to do was...

Roy retreated without hesitation, taking his equipment with him!

He meant well, but with his abilities? Would he fail to save the person and instead provoke the wolf king to kill the hostage and take care of him first?

"Lyra..."

Behind him, a low, muffled male voice rang out; it was the werewolf Hack, who was being trampled under Geralt's feet.

Having been given wolfsbane and aconite and then stung, it seemed to regain some of its human-like rationality.

And Lyra... the woman walking backwards on the ground directly in front of Roy is Lyra, and the widow in the wolf king's hands is Hannah's mother.

More than twenty years later, the two tragic families of "My Heart Is Wild" are once again brought together in this underground cave.

And it gave Roy a vague sense of unease and chill.

"Lyra? Hack, why don't you dare call out?"

"Why don't you shout louder?"

Why don't you dare to shout?

"I already brought your wife!"

"Why, Huck?"

"Aren't you afraid to let her know your real identity?"

But at that moment, the wolf king suddenly roared.

Its body was partially obscured by the widow, making it difficult to see clearly, but its large, dark green wolf eyes...

It was crystal clear at that moment, filled with endless anger and mockery!

"Huck? Is Huck here? Huck?"

As soon as the wolf king's howl subsided, the first to react was Lyra, who was crawling backwards.

This woman was facing a wolf king who could tear her apart, yet at this moment, she disregarded her own life and death and desperately turned around, hoping to see her newlywed husband.

It's unclear whether her brother's death was the strongest shock she could feel, making it difficult for her to accept the possibility of her husband's passing, and causing her to value his life more than her own...

And under Leila's shouts,

The werewolf suddenly raised its claws...

Instead of attacking Geralt who was standing on it, it covered its own wolf head.

It curled up, as if it didn't want Leila to see its wolf-like face.

Whether it was luck or cruelty, the cave was too dark, there was no cat's eye potion, and the ordinary woman Lyra, who hadn't been enhanced, was nowhere to be found.

Indeed, we can't see the werewolf's face.

She couldn't even see Roy or Geralt in her field of vision; all she could see was the thick darkness that kept encroaching on her from the front and back.

Yet she still tried, like searching for a needle in a haystack, to catch a glimpse of her husband's face in this seemingly empty darkness...

However, just because Lyra can't see it doesn't mean the Wolf King can't see it.

The wolf king took a step forward, neither chasing after Lyra nor tearing at the widow in his arms, but simply roaring:

"What are you blocking, Hack?"

"What right do you have to block me? What gives you the right to block me, Hack?"

Why didn't you block it last year? Why are you blocking it now?

"You shouldn't have blocked her; what you should have done was grab your woman."

"Grab your bride and let her see your face clearly, let her see your true appearance, and then..."

"Keep your promise!"

"Fulfill your promise to give her to me!"

"Look how thoughtful I am!"

"I was afraid you wouldn't be able to find her, Huck, so I brought her to you."

"So, why are you blocking it?"

"Hack!?"

As it shouted and cursed, the wolf king's emotions grew increasingly intense, and its howls grew louder and louder.

Even the trembling of its arm became so violent that it jolted the widow in its arms awake.

Then, staring at the howling wolf's mouth and its enormous, terrifying eyes, she rolled her eyes and fainted again...

Lyra, who had been desperately searching for her husband, lowered her voice at the wolf king's howl. She continued to crawl helplessly through the burrow, searching.

He kept muttering to himself:

"This isn't real, this isn't real! Huck, where are you? Huck, hide well, don't let this monster find you..."

"Wait a little longer, don't act rashly!"

Geralt, who was standing on the werewolf Hark, pulled out the silver sword that was stuck in the werewolf's shoulder, whispered to Roy, and then pierced the werewolf's thigh with the silver sword.

He sensed there might be something more to this story and didn't intend to kill the werewolf Hack right now. However, he also needed to make sure he wouldn't be attacked by two werewolves together later.

Piercing the thigh and bleeding it out are measures that ensure that even if the situation changes, the werewolf Hak can be dealt with first.

Roy nodded, stepped back to the cave wall next to Geralt, and leaned his spear against the wall to ensure he could immediately switch weapons should anything change.

The wolf king watched their actions without reacting in the slightest.

It didn't even care that Lyra was about to crawl out of its attack range.

It simply held firmly the widow as its true human shield and kept a close watch on Hark's reaction.

Hark bit its lip tightly, and did not bark when Geralt pulled out the sword, nor did it howl in pain when Geralt plunged the sword into its thigh again.

Only after Geralt pulled his sword out again, and its pain subsided slightly, did it reply almost pleadingly:

"Layla is innocent."

Unexpectedly, these words provoked the wolf king to even greater rage, and it roared almost madly:

"Hack? When you tore my mother to pieces, tore my father to pieces, tore my sister to pieces..."

Why don't you say they are innocent?

"What makes you think you can say Layla is innocent now?"

"Oh, I forgot, you were with your father back then."

"I thoroughly enjoyed tasting their blood..."

"Ah... Roar!!"

The wolf king's sorrowful howl eventually transformed into a furious wolf howl.

And with its wolf howl

Outside the cave, one wolf howl after another echoed in response, the howls forming a dense, continuous chorus.

A rough estimate suggests a pack of at least a dozen wolves.

The incessant howling of wolves further heightened the tension inside the cave.

"Uncle, if you're willing to trust me this once, give me your wolf crest and say, 'You are giving this to me.'"

Amidst this tension, Roy quietly asked.

Geralt frowned, but then he remembered that the entrance to the crypt was blocked by the Wolf King, and there was a large pack of more than a dozen wolves outside. Indeed, even if Roy got the Wolf Badge, he really couldn't run away. They were all in the same boat.

In addition, Roy had shown him so many amazing things these past few days that he was willing to believe this time.

Without further hesitation, he took off the wolf emblem and handed it to Roy, saying:

"Now, it's yours!"

Then, after he drank the cat eye drops, he saw in the cat's eyes...

The inanimate wolf emblem that had been placed on Roy's chest miraculously transformed into a miniature, living wolf head as it approached his chest.

And then, he took a bite out of Roy's chest.

Then, a rapid, pounding heartbeat exploded in Roy's chest, and bulging veins and dark blood began to creep up his arms, neck, and face...

Even more strikingly, fine, blackish blood vessels appeared to spread out of Roy's eye sockets.

Next, there were Roy's eyes.

It became as bright as gold refined by fire.

Those are, like his, the unique mutated cat eyes of a Witcher!

His disciple,

Originally accepted as a nominal disciple for a fee,

In a dramatic turn of events, he suddenly became a real witcher right in front of him!

……

"Witchers, what have you done? Stop! I didn't intend to fight you. Stop! How about we make a deal?"

Roy's change immediately caught the wolf king's attention.

He roared to stop the wolf howling outside the cave, and also shouted loudly at the demon hunters who had previously been half-ignoring it.

Because of the terrain and the hostages in their hands.

It can fight and run away with one witcher, but it has to think twice if there are two witchers.

In an instant, the anger in his expression subsided due to this change, and he softened his voice and pleaded:

"Witchers, I have no intention of fighting you."

"We can go our separate ways. You take Hark's wolf head as your mission, and I'll lead my pack away from this back forest."

"By the way, under a large rock in the back forest, I also buried gold, silver and gems worth more than two thousand Orens."

"Also, I can hand over one of these two women in front of me to you completely, how about that?"

Geralt withdrew his gaze from Roy. Regardless of why Roy had become a Witcher, they were now one, and any confusion could wait until things were settled.

Now, this change has given him so much more confidence that he said:

"That sounds interesting, but it's still not good! And our target is you... However, it's good to hear some things clearly."

"Master, are you inside too? Master, please save Hack, please save my husband, Master."

No sooner had Geralt finished speaking than Lyra's voice rang out. Geralt and Roy's voices had been too soft before; it was only now, in the darkness, that she heard a familiar voice for the first time.

"Shut up, Lyra!"

"Master, I haven't touched this woman. I believe that by now, I have shown enough sincerity!" the Wolf King said immediately.

"Indeed, you are different from the werewolves I've seen who go berserk as soon as they turn into wolves. You are more thoroughly wolfish, yet more lucid," Geralt said.

"Master, don't believe it! It's the wolf king that's been causing trouble in the back forest for the past few months, a vicious wolf!" the werewolf on the ground immediately pleaded.

The wolf king's change in attitude made it seem as if it had grasped another possibility.

"Shut up, Hack? You still haven't answered why you tore my parents and sister apart? Aren't they innocent?" the wolf king roared.

Geralt didn't reply, and Roy remained silent as well.

"Hack, is that you? Tell the master, tell the master you didn't kill anyone, let the master save you, hurry, Hack!" Laila shouted.

"The master has been to Lower Waren Village, Hack," the Wolf King calmly prompted.

The werewolf, who was being trampled on the ground, paused upon hearing "Lower Valen Village," then clutched the wolf's head and said:

"I can't control myself, I've lost control!"

"But I didn't do it on purpose. I've never killed anyone while I was sober."

As soon as it finished speaking, Leila's soft cries for the master to save her husband came to an abrupt halt. She stopped calling out and simply slumped in the darkness, her shoulders trembling violently. She could only shed tears but could not utter a sound.

"Damn it, I can't control myself?"

But then the wolf king suddenly roared, his voice trembling with rage:

"Can't control yourself? Damn it, Huck, you know that?"

"Right now,"

The rich aroma of meat wafted before my nose; the sound of gushing hot blood echoed in my ears.

The thought of tearing the widow in my hands kept surfacing in my mind, constantly telling me to tear her apart, tear her apart!

"But I managed to control myself."

"I've got it under control!"

"Then why can't you?"

"And why do you have the right to use this as an excuse?"

"So, if I can't control my urge to kill you, is that okay or not?"

"Kill me, as long as you spare Lyra!" the werewolf Hack cried out as he was being trampled on.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha..."

But at that moment, the wolf king burst into a laugh filled with utter sorrow and indignation. At the end of the laugh, it said:

"See that? The Witcher?"

"Did you hear that, Lyra?"

"This is the righteous werewolf husband you claim to be, and this is the name of the evil wolf that your husband has given me."

"He couldn't control himself, and he and his father slaughtered my entire village."

"I controlled myself; I only killed the bandits who came into the forest to kill my wolf pack."

"But he is a righteous hunter,"

"I am the wanted wolf king,"

"Ha ha ha ha…

"call……"

The wolf king's voice trembled uncontrollably:

"Then tell me, Witcher!"

"What exactly is good, and what is evil?"

"Evil is evil, Wolf King," Geralt said solemnly, and continued:

"Whether it's small or big, or neither small nor big, it's all evil!"

"I am not some devout hermit, and I could never do all good deeds in my life, but I have always known..."

Even if some evils are acceptable to the public and we can tolerate them, evil is still evil, and being able to accept and tolerate it is still evil.

"Those who try to vindicate it are all evil people!"