Psionic Ascension Starting with The Witcher

Effensor returned to the surface of his mental world.

His expression was calm and expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

However, his heart was already in turmoil, and even the wilderness in his heart was stirred up by gusts of wind.

Damn prophecy.

The prophetic visions that Redney saw were so blurry, it was like the world seen by someone with an eye disease.

Many of these were symbolic objects and symbols, which only became useful information after being interpreted by Redeny.

Only the last scene was crystal clear.

Effensor really saw his own back, and he saw the strange spider cloud in the sky.

And those black lines tied to his back.

What the hell is that thing...?

he does not know.

He couldn't even think of a way to deal with that thing.

"grass."

Effensor cursed.

What else could he do...? There was nothing he could do.

We can only try to investigate later...

"Cough cough."

Kayla's voice suddenly came from behind him, and then a blue phantom drifted into Effensor's sight.

"Want to investigate? I can help you with that."

"However..." Kayla glanced at him with a meaningful look in her eyes, "it really will have to wait until later."

Then she began to circle around Effensor, seemingly observing his body, but actually reading his memories.

When minds are linked, both parties' memories become like a book, which can be freely flipped through.

However, once the mental link ends, memories will naturally no longer be shared. Apart from the memories that have already been read, the remaining memories will not appear in the other person's mind.

Effensor sighed and put the matter aside for the time being.

He was out of ideas—as always.

So he looked back at the present... and began to read Kayla's memories.

Although this sorceress is not very serious, she is not a fool and is quite knowledgeable.

While not as erudite as Redoni, much of Redoni's knowledge was outdated; after all, centuries had passed, and magic had undergone countless innovations.

Well, the only problem is... I sometimes see some bizarre things on Effensor.

"You were only fourteen?"

Effensor was surprised.

"What? You're only seventeen too?"

Kayla didn't take it seriously.

"So...you learned how to use the water element, and this is the first thing you did?! You..."

"You're still using the Seal of Quen as a weapon?"

"Wait, you can earn 70,000 kronor a year?"

Effensor was shocked again.

Is this the wealth gap in this world...? Warlocks truly deserve to be among the top income earners.

He even noticed that Keira had been planning to buy a castle, which she certainly could afford, but she was hesitant. Firstly, her income was high and her expenses were high, and she was unwilling to lower her standard of living to save money. Secondly, she enjoyed court life in Temuria, coveted power, and didn't want to retire to the countryside.

Even though Effensor saw these powers as nothing more than illusions, Kayla’s tireless pursuit of politics resembled nothing more than children playing house.

"Um?"

Kayla raised an eyebrow. Her first reaction was dissatisfaction. What right did a mere Witcher have to judge her like that? What qualifications did he have?

However, as Affinso's real-time thoughts were transmitted, her expression changed several times.

The past should have faded away like the wind, but Kayla has a very good memory.

Many things don't seem like a big deal at the time, but if you look at them from a different angle or with a different mindset afterwards, they will look very different.

"Fuck!" she suddenly cursed. "Boggledidan was just fooling me?"

"No, they're all fooling me? I should have just read their minds!"

Even in the mental world, Effensor could still see Kayla's face visibly turning red.

This was caused by anger and embarrassment.

It's actually quite normal. Kayla wasn't the kind of cunning or scheming politician, but she was also arrogant and always wanted to seize power.

She didn't start from the bottom; instead, she entered the highest echelons of power right from the beginning. Among ordinary people, she was indeed clever, quick-witted, and adept at navigating social situations, but such people were not uncommon in the court of Temuria.

Therefore, faced with all sorts of rhetoric, tricks, and acting skills, Kayla was completely fooled since she couldn't read minds.

After a while, Kayla gradually calmed down. Although her skin was still fair and rosy, like a peach, her eyes had indeed become more composed.

"Just you wait..." she clenched her fists. "When I get back to Vizima, I will definitely..."

Suddenly, she turned her head sharply and stared intently at Effensor.

"Wait a minute, how do you know all this?" Her eyes blazed with a renewed thirst for exploring the unknown. "No, it's like you were born knowing a lot. You know about things you've never even encountered."

Kayla traces Effensor's memories back to the day he was born.

Immediately afterwards, they ran into the mental barrier set up by Effensor.

"What other little secrets are you hiding?"

Kayla subconsciously licked her lips.

He was such a mysterious man, it piqued her curiosity.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't know."

Effensor said this, but for some reason, a blurry tower appeared in his mind. He stood in the open space in front of the tower with his sword in hand, and a blond corpse wearing a blue dress lay on the blood-dripping blade.

There are some secrets he will never tell anyone in his life, because once they are known to others, they will cause uncontrollable risks.

If anyone attempts to investigate, unless the relationship is very close, a fight is likely unavoidable...

Kayla also saw this scene.

For some reason, she felt a pang of fear, and a great panic welled up inside her, as if death was approaching.

Is this scene... her death?

Why is it so clear?

Why does it feel so real?

Why did you make her empathize with you?

Recalling the unusual connection between Effensor and fate, a word flashed through Kayla's mind—prophecy.

So this was a prophecy of her death?

She looked up and unconsciously clenched her teeth.

Effensor watched her silently, but ever since that prophetic image flashed before her eyes, Kayla had been unable to read any thoughts from his mind.

Was Effensor truly without any thoughts? Or was he blocked by that mental barrier?

What is he thinking?

Kayla sensed a slight panic.

Effensor suddenly raised his hand and made the gesture of the Axeshi sign.

"what!"

Kayla's already taut nerves snapped instantly. She let out a scream, and then everything went black.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on Effensor's lap, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth onto his pants.

Effensor, however, pushed her head away in disgust.

Even now, he still doesn't know how Kayla entered his mental world.

Although this woman was the one causing trouble in the dark, she did indeed do him a great favor today.

And although she was dishonest, she ultimately didn't see anything she shouldn't have.

So there's no need to harm her...

"So you have to give me something in return?"

Kayla suddenly said that Effensor then realized that the mental connection between the two had not yet been broken.

He looked at the woman in front of him. Although she had a look of relief, there seemed to be some other emotions mixed in with her joy.

Kayla breathed slightly, trying to calm her trembling heart.

Why is she being threatened with death by the same person all day? And they're all just trying to scare her.

But last time it was intimidation, and this time it's intimidation again, so what about next time...?

She shook her hair, trying to clear her mind of these chaotic thoughts.

"Don't rush to disconnect this... mental link." She said, putting her hand on Effensor's shoulder.

Effensor immediately understood Kayla's idea.

"you……"

He was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that she couldn't win over Effensor through normal means, Kayla decided to take matters into her own hands and force Effensor to willingly serve her.

It has to be said that human nature is hard to change.

Just as a cat will still try to push things down from a height even after being scolded, Kayla, even after just escaping the fear of death, immediately started to engage in her little schemes.

"A divine being."

This is the evaluation given by Effensor.

"Oh?" Kayla covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "But why do I feel like you're not very resistant?"

"Huh? Why aren't you resisting? Why aren't you pushing me away?"

"Why do you seem to dislike me that much?"

"That's right, I'm a bitch." Her smile grew even more flamboyant, and then she deliberately dragged out the sound.

"And you..."

"You're a di-rty-ass."

Kayla became excited; she seemed to have found Effensor's weakness, which truly made her feel triumphant.

"I see now. You're clearly a guy who stays out all the time too." She began to playfully ruffle Effensor's white hair. "You philanderer, you're doing that a disservice to that devoted elf."

"Hmm, wait a minute, why are there so many elves? You have a special fondness for elves? Should I introduce you to Francesca? She's probably the highest-ranking female elf in the world."

"And she's also said to be the most beautiful woman in the world~"

"Just shut up for a bit." Effensor sighed and pressed down on Kayla's hand that was ruffling his hair. "Sif is different; she's unique. And Francesca... I've heard of her. If you want me dead, you don't have to beat around the bush."

"Oh, right," Kayla said, feigning sudden realization. "I almost forgot Francesca often uses mind-reading. You'd better beg her not to read your mind then!"

"I……"

Before Effensor could finish speaking, Kayla spoke again.

"But that elf named Sif... you're really lucky." She suddenly became serious and said with some emotion, "I'm sure there are no more than three people like her on this continent."

In this era of rampant romance, you should be grateful if there's someone waiting for you all along.

"……Um."

Effensor paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He understood the value of this genuine affection, so he never forgot that there were people waiting for him in the distance.

Even if it delays his return to Kaer Morhen, he will still visit Sif at some point each year.

For a wandering witcher and an ordinary elven musician to remain inseparable is already the limit for both of them.

No one has the right to make further demands, nor is anyone obligated to comply.

However, Effensor could actually tell from certain details using his Witcher senses that even in his absence, Sif never indulged her desires.

This really... left Effensor somewhat at a loss.

He didn't know how to respond to this feeling.

He couldn't do that. He would occasionally indulge in his desires when he had money in his pocket, or he would accept any good things that came his way.

But after he discovered Sif's behavior, he broke her bad habit.

From then on, although he still wouldn't refuse, he no longer took the initiative...

No matter how many times his love is divided, the largest portion will always be reserved for Sif.

This is probably all that Effensor believes it can do...

"You're overthinking it."

Kayla suddenly brushed her hand lightly across Effensor's face, then pulled him back and whispered in his ear, "You're such a devoted baby. What do you mean by not taking the initiative, not refusing? How interesting."

"You're still a naive baby. But also a lucky baby~"

"Then, would you be willing to share a little bit of your love with me?"

"I don't need much, just a little bit will do."

After saying that, she straightened up.

"Wait a minute." Effensor's eyes sharpened, and he flipped over, pinning Kayla beneath him. "You don't think you're the dominant one, do you?"

"You care about this?" Kayla gave a provocative smile. "It's no use saying who's strong and who's weak, and it's no use thinking about it."

"You have to prove it with your body."

"Hmph, you'll find out soon enough."

Effensor let out a disdainful snort.

……

Kayla's little scheme was actually quite successful.

On the one hand, Effensor felt that Kayla had helped him and he needed to repay her for it; on the other hand, there was an additional layer of relationship between them.

Although Effensor was reluctant to admit it, he would definitely agree if Kayla ever asked for his help.

To some extent, Kayla has successfully elevated her relationship with Effensor from mutual exploitation to the point of establishing a nascent friendship.

The price to pay was just one night.

Even in Kayla's eyes, this wasn't even a price to pay...

The night passed so quickly, disappearing into the dawn along with the darkness in the blink of an eye.

After six rises and falls, everything finally returned to calm.

A ray of sunlight quietly fell, awakening Affinso's biological clock.

Morning has arrived.

Effensor opened his eyes and his first instinct was to reach for his side, wanting to grasp his sword.

But today, he touched a hand.

Very special hands.

It's very smooth, the skin is well-maintained, and it's incredibly soft.

Over the years, I have touched many people's hands, but almost none of them are as perfect as this one, without a single callus or any flaw.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be perfect.

This hand is out of place in this late medieval era; it belongs to a pampered rich young lady in a modern city.

Effensor couldn't help but pinch her eye, then turned to look and found Kayla rubbing her eyes in a daze.

Oh, right.

He didn't share a bed with his sword last night.

Instead, it was with a female sorceress...

"Oh my god!" Kayla frowned and got out of bed. "It stinks! I'm going to take a shower! Right now!"

She suddenly turned to look at Affinso, and said with a hint of reproach, "Didn't I tell you to use Quen's Seal? And you still made it like this! The scent is almost overpowering my perfume!"

"Sorry, I forgot."

Effensor's apology was insincere; he would probably do it again next time.

Since there's reproductive isolation anyway, what's there to worry about?

"snort!"

Kayla rolled her eyes and quickly started getting dressed.

Effensor was also dressed in a few minutes, even faster than Kayla.

With a slightly flushed face, Kayla put on her dignified disguise again, looking elegant and proper.

"I'm going to take a shower now." She suddenly looked at Effensor and then extended an invitation: "Want to come along?"

"Do you remember when the ship set sail?"

"Of course I remember," she replied without turning her head, smoothing her slightly messy long hair.

"There's still a little over an hour left, right? A shower is quick, it only takes a few minutes. So don't worry, it won't be a problem."

"Then...why not?"

After thinking about it, Effensor finally agreed.

"Let's go then."

Kayla gave a triumphant smile and opened a portal with her other hand.

She beckoned to Effensor with her finger, and then disappeared into the portal.

Only Effensor remained standing there with a long face.

Are you kidding me?

He shook his head and sighed, but when he smelled the odor on himself with his sensitive nose... well, it was indeed a little unpleasant.

After much internal struggle, Effensor finally steeled himself, closed his eyes, and rushed into the portal.

"Thump!"

The instant he passed through the portal, accompanied by an unbearable sensory disorientation, Effensor fell directly into a huge lake.

The lake was shrouded in mist, obscuring both direction and end. Though shallow, only half a meter deep, the water was vast. Only a few scattered garments could be seen on the distant shore.

From the outside in... exactly six pieces, no more, no less.

What place is this?

Effensor found the lake water to be clear and the climate to be cool, with temperatures several degrees lower.

This doesn't look like the area near the Yaruga River...

Just as he was pondering, a bar of soap was thrown from afar, hitting Effensor on the shoulder before sliding into the lake with a soft splash.

At that moment, Kayla's laughter drifted from afar.

……

Cohen yawned and pushed open the door.

He slept very soundly last night; he fell asleep almost the moment he lay down.

Although he slept soundly, Cohen found that his fatigue had not been relieved at all when he woke up this morning.

That's strange, what's going on?

After struggling in bed for a moment, he finally picked up the potion of vitality and took a sip.

I really can't take it anymore, how can I be so tired?

He shook his head vigorously, rubbed his stiff face, and tried to adjust to his extremely sore eyes.

Then Cohen looked up and saw that Effensor's door was open.

Then Effensor and Kayla came out.

The two were neatly dressed and seemed normal, but their hair was wet and they were standing very close together. Judging from their expressions, they were both relaxed.

Cohen froze for a moment, then squinted to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Although there was nothing suspicious about the two of them, Cohen would definitely not believe that nothing had happened just because they came out of the same room.

This……

No?

brother……

So what exactly happened while I was asleep last night?

He stared at Effensor in awe, his eyes filled not with jealousy or envy, but with genuine admiration.

Kayla maintained her dignified demeanor, walked briskly away, and returned to her room.

The instant her door closed, Cohen immediately gave Effensor a thumbs up.

"sharp."

He didn't make a sound, he just silently mouthed the words.

However, Cohen suddenly remembered the day he entered the city of Livia, when Effensor would freeze at the mere mention of the sorceress's name.

At the time, Cohen thought Effensor was nervous or had some kind of weird idea, but now it seems...

Could it be that he and Ms. Kayla are old acquaintances? Is that why they were able to get together so quickly...?

No, the two didn't seem to know each other before.

So, is Effensor's talent exceptional?

Cohen subconsciously touched his chin.

There were blisters hidden in his beard.

Okay, it's definitely not comparable.

In terms of appearance, Effensor's already handsome face was enhanced by his white hair, something Cohen admitted he couldn't match.

"Cohen, uh, never mind."

Effensor wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he had nothing to say.

What could he say? Explain? Cover up? He felt it was unnecessary, completely unnecessary. Doing so would only make him look like a childish clown.

Cohen patted him on the shoulder understandingly, then turned to look at Kayla's room before whispering to Effensor, "You Wolf School students are all great."

"Warlocks always have such an arrogant attitude; it would be great to put an end to their arrogance!"

"No, wait..."

Effensor felt he needed to explain himself and salvage the reputation his school had inexplicably lost.

You can say Geralt is great, or you can say Effinso is great, but that doesn't mean the entire Wolf School is like that.

No, it really isn't.

But for some reason, Effensor suddenly thought of his good friend Lambert.

Uh, and then there's that old man with an unimaginable wealth of life experience...

And the mysterious Eskar.

Maybe it really is a tradition.