The Undead Knight's

Legendary Witch Alf Vanheim Part 2

"Well I know her very well. . but that doesn't necessarily prove that I'm the witch you meant to be Rainhart."

He stood up, then walked to one of the cabinets that had been stared at by Prince Rainhart.

"So he went back to teaching yah. . ."

He walked slowly while stroking his white beard.

"I thought that because he no longer wanted to deal with the elites of the human nobility, he stopped as a teacher 15 years ago."

He took the bottle containing ginseng with his left hand, his wooden stick always accompanied his steps held in his right hand, then returned to his chair.

"Hmm. . . What made him, change his mind so quickly?"

He muttered softly, he then put the bottle on the table, allowing himself to dissolve in his mind for a few seconds.

15 Years for the elf race was a short time when compared to the vitality of his life time which could even reach 900 years.

"Ahh, could it also be because of a request from him** ?"

He glanced at Gillian who looked confused guessing the name of the type of plant in the bottle.

Besides, Prince Rainhart kept staring at the grandfather, not distracted by the bottle containing Mandragora that the grandfather put in front of Gillian. .

"Even though he is hiding his identity for some reason. . . but again I want to be sure! the possibilities are not small."

Thought Rainhart who still believed her assumptions.

"If it is true that he is a witch who has fought against the Black Dragon, Fafnir. . . then this puzzle will be even clearer. My Teacher. . . Esthelle. . . . I. ."

He closed his eyes, then took a deeper breath. He was determined not to rush.

"Grandfather, the magic you use to summon Treant is different from the pronunciation of magic spells in general."

Rainhart is now trying with her final proof.

"A. . I also saw magic for the first time! It was very different from magic in general."

Gillian's rebuttal was quick to justify Prince Rainhart's opinion.

"Unfortunately magic in general~ what kind of a rancid boy?"

He said in a joking tone to Gillian.

Gillian's hands were folded across the table, her forehead creasing, trying to think hard.

"Like. . mmmm like. . .which my mom did. . yeah!! it is short. . ."

"Ah?! did you just call me old grandpa rancid?!"

He only realized and regretted being late to realize the call, as if admitting himself according to the call of the grandfather to him.

"Rather precisely the magic performed by the human race in general consists of some combination of magical words, the more he said, the more expelled also the more."

Rainhart clarified Gillian's answer.

"Mantra-, no. . rather grandfather used the gift of god to talk to the forest fairy, in other words the sentence was in the form of praise to the God of Fertility, Demeter. Gods worshiped by the elven race. And this isn't the first time I've heard the language you speak."

"Adelaine De Elenoir. . ."

Said the grandfather in his hoarse voice, guessing the person Prince Rainhart meant.

Rainhart nodded slowly and continued her words. . .

"The language that grandfather used was an ancient language that was only used by the elven race about 500 years ago."

Rainhart ended her sentence by closing her eyes after seeing the grandfather smile, admitting she could not dodge any further.

"If son Rainhart had known that far. There's nothing else I need to hide, it's true that the intervention of the great religious sect of the British Empire is hiding the truth about me."

The grandfather sighed, his back as if allowed to fall leaning against his wooden chair. . .

"Yes I am the witch in the story of the Great War against the Cursed Dragon Race. A once-failed witch helps a Hero kill a World Catastrophe-class monster, the Black Dragon Fafnir 400 years ago. . . Alf Vanheim."

His eyes stared at them with a smile that glimpsed with grief.