Chapter 7: I Need Your Help to Train
Thinking about how the Witchers would leave Kaer Morhen once spring arrived and the winter snow melted…
And that included Vesemir.
That would leave Lynn all alone at Kaer Morhen.
Just in case anything happened...
So, after some discussion, they decided to take care of the Forktail that dared to come near Kaer Morhen.
That's why the three of them were there.
Finally, after patiently hiding in the bushes for a while, a loud, piercing roar echoed through the air, breaking the silence.
A dark shadow circled above.
It had clearly spotted the poor goat tied to the stake.
The goat bleated loudly.
Sensing the danger approaching, its survival instincts made it struggle even harder.
But it was all in vain.
Because when they tied it up, Lynn had checked multiple times to make sure it couldn't break free.
Lambert, with his gruff exterior but soft heart, said, "Kid, you stay hidden in these bushes, don't leave them for any reason! Wait until I tell you to come out, got it?"
Eskel interrupted, "Enough chatter, let's go, Lambert."
As the Forktail screeched and swooped down, biting into the goat like it was a normal hunt…
Eskel and Lambert turned into two dark blurs, charging out of the bushes.
The mutations from the Trial of the Grasses gave Witchers physical abilities far beyond those of normal humans.
While it didn't make them invulnerable, their strength, agility, and reaction speeds were much greater than average.
So, while the foolish Forktail was still enjoying its meal, completely unaware of the approaching danger…
The two Witchers were already behind it.
Eskel didn't hold back.
He swung his sword hard, aiming for the base of the Forktail's tail.
Blood spurted out.
The Forktail let out a piercing scream.
Its tail lashed out instinctively.
The Forktail's name came from its tail.
At the end of its tail, it had long, sharp protrusions that could split an oak shield in two.
But Eskel was ready.
He rolled away, dodging the sweeping attack that whistled over his head.
While the Forktail attacked Eskel, Lambert seized the opportunity and struck.
His sword hit the same wound that Eskel had just made.
More blood gushed out.
The blood splattered on the snow.
The Forktail's screams grew louder.
It spun around, glaring at the two with hatred and malice.
Then, it raised its head and opened its mouth.
"Watch out!"
Eskel and Lambert quickly retreated.
Rings of visible sound waves pulsed outwards.
The Forktail's roar wasn't as powerful as some other creatures that specialized in sonic attacks, but anyone within its range would be temporarily stunned.
After using its roar to push the Witchers back, the Forktail didn't chase, but instead took flight.
Clearly, even with its limited intelligence, the Forktail knew it was no match for the Witchers.
Staying would only mean being skinned and gutted.
"It's trying to escape!"
"Don't let it get away!"
The two Witchers tried to stop the Forktail from fleeing.
But the Forktail was fast, and in a short time, it was already out of their sword's reach.
Witchers aren't great at long-range attacks. Even though the Forktail wasn't that far away, at that distance, if it wanted to escape, they couldn't stop it.
But just as the Forktail was about to fly over the bush they'd hidden in, a blast of invisible force shot out from the bush, hitting the Forktail in the stomach from below.
The Forktail cried out and fell from the sky like a broken kite.
It crashed to the ground and slid for a short distance.
"Kid!"
When Lambert saw Lynn come out of the bush, his heart jumped into his throat.
He and Eskel exchanged a look.
They both rushed towards Lynn.
Even though Lynn was skilled enough to leave, training and real battles were different.
Many Witchers who passed all the tests and left Kaer Morhen died within a year, for that very reason.
They were worried Lynn's recklessness would get him killed.
But what happened next surprised them.
Lynn didn't charge in with his sword. He stopped a few meters from the Forktail.
He raised his hand.
A stream of bright fire shot from his palm.
It went straight for the Forktail's eyes.
He'd heard Lambert's warning.
But even without it, he wouldn't have been foolish enough to fight the Forktail up close.
He wasn't stupid.
Even though the Forktail's tail was gone, injured monsters were still dangerous.
Even Witchers were still flesh and blood.
They could bleed and die.
The Forktail was still a threat, even to experienced Witchers.
It was best to avoid unnecessary risks. Why fight alone when he had Eskel and Lambert to help?
They could hold it off until the others arrived, and then gang up on it.
Once Lynn had knocked the Forktail out of the sky, its fate was sealed.
Lynn aimed his Igni Sign at the Forktail's wings.
With its wings on fire, it couldn't fly.
By the time it rolled on the ground, trying to put out the flames, Eskel and Lambert had caught up.
They slashed at the Forktail, bloodying it further.
When it had lost enough blood, it was too weak to stand.
That's when Lynn finished it off.
Thwack!
His silver sword struck the Forktail's neck, avoiding its horns.
The Forktail cried out.
Then, it stopped moving.
A warm, tingling feeling flowed from the sword into Lynn.
It was different from before.
Lynn checked his status.
"Attribute Points: 0 (0%) -> 0 (8%)"
Monsters gave more experience than animals.
With their first victory, they smiled at each other.
Lambert, who was usually sarcastic, actually gave a compliment: "Not bad, kid. To be honest, you did better than I expected."
Eskel simply gave him a thumbs-up.
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