Witcher: Master Kiliman’s Grand Ambitions-Chapter 38: Rebirth and the Journey Ahead

Wolf School Swordsmanship, Quen Sign, Yrden Sign, Axii Sign.
After mastering these four skills, particularly the three Witcher signs with their diverse uses, Kiriman had completely filled the gaps in his core professional abilities.
As for other skills from schools like the Bear School, Griffin School, Wolf School, Viper School, or even the distant Manticore School in the Kingdom of Zerrikania—aside from some unique knowledge, only their respective Witcher sword techniques remained to be acquired.
Regarding additional Witcher sign abilities, those would require collecting more Witcher materials, studying original documents from the founding period of the Witcher Order, or consulting the few remaining elder Witchers who had survived since the Witcher Order era.
For example, Vesemir of the Wolf School, Ivar Evil-Eye of the Viper School, Arnaghad of the Bear School, and others.
However, these matters weren't urgent. When his strength and status grew sufficiently, everything would naturally fall into place.
Kiriman felt pleased, and his previously somewhat depressed mood improved slightly.
But when he opened his panel to check the four entry-level exclusive skills he had learned, that newfound joy instantly evaporated.
As expected, the damn system wasn't so generous as to give him so many things at once.
No wonder these four skills were displayed as entry-level rather than LV1 exclusive skills.
On the system panel, these four entry-level skills not only provided no attribute bonuses but couldn't even be upgraded using soul power.
Their progress bar displayed a special type called cultivation progress.
Only when the cultivation progress reached 100% would they automatically advance to LV1 exclusive skills and gain their proper attribute bonuses.
"This must be the difference between self-learned skills and those acquired through soul devouring," Kiriman mused.
However, this body of the Witcher King naturally possessed extraordinary talent for learning Witcher skills.
Whether it was swordsmanship, signs, alchemy, or Witcher knowledge—all came effortlessly.
After just this period of study, the cultivation progress for these four skills had already reached about ten percent.
He believed it wouldn't be long before he fully mastered these skills.
………………
That evening, the day before Kiriman was scheduled to leave the village as agreed with Valessa.
Originally, our esteemed Witcher had been thinking about giving his much-admired Elf Steed a perfect night, an unforgettable night, an utterly exhausting night.
But Miss Valessa actually brought him a surprise.
Somehow, this elven beauty had used some kind of enchanted item—wearing a sheer silk transparent gown, she emitted an incredibly alluring fragrance that stirred a man's most primitive, most impulsive desires.
This night made Kiriman's spirit no longer as listless as before, where he lacked interest in many things. Instead, he felt a sense of satisfaction, a feeling of being reborn.
This made Kiriman extremely grateful to Valessa.
In his dazed state, he followed the equally excited elven girl to a concealed room.
This was a secret chamber located dozens of meters underground, decorated with understated luxury.
Verdant green solid wood furniture, smooth intricate flooring, dazzlingly ornate relief carvings, and resplendent various metal lamps and decorations—clearly not a place ordinary people could possess.
But upon entering, Kiriman's gaze was immediately captured by one thing.
Not those exquisite and magnificent decorations, nor the calming, comfortable fragrance in the secret chamber.
But rather an elven maiden sitting on a rattan chair—with dark golden long hair, wearing a magnificent crimson gown, possessing breathtaking beauty and graceful bearing that made it impossible to look away.
Even with Valessa, with whom he had slept for half a month and established emotional connection, standing right beside him, Kiriman still couldn't control his awestruck gaze toward that peerless beauty in the room.
"Hmph! Mr. Kiliman Germann, please mind your manners."
"This is our elven race's queen, the ruler of the Kingdom of Dol Blathanna, Her Majesty Francesca Findabair."
"Due to special circumstances, Her Majesty wishes to meet with you to discuss certain matters."
"Please do not be rude."
Valessa's tone carried some anger, though not overly pronounced.
Perhaps because she understood both her queen's beauty and this man's degree of lustfulness, she could tolerate it to this extent.
Moreover, medieval women weren't as reserved as imagined.
While they equally deeply detested affairs and infidelity, in an era where successful men had numerous lovers, prostitution was legal, slavery was legal in some countries, and even illegitimate children were legitimized—
Aside from the very few women who pursued extremely pure love, most women's emotional expectations toward men weren't as strict as imagined.
After hearing Valessa's introduction, Kiriman showed an expression of surprise on his face, but internally thought "just as expected."
Francesca, it was indeed her.
Somehow, this elven beauty had used some kind of prop item—wearing a sheer silk transparent gown, she emitted an incredibly alluring fragrance that stirred a man's most primitive, most impulsive desires.
But at that time, he had been too immersed in restoring his masculine confidence and had forgotten about it.
Now facing this breathtakingly beautiful elven queen and considering the power and status she possessed—
Kiriman felt not the slightest discomfort or fear, but rather a sense that this had come at just the right time.
He was currently preparing to leave Ammonite Village for Vizima city.
But the primary problem before him now was obtaining a travel pass for Vizima city.
For someone like him who currently had no reputation, no status, and not even acquaintances—
The appearance of the elven queen felt like the Goddess of Destiny had plucked her strings once more, delivering the opportunity to safely reach Vizima right to his doorstep.
Filled with a sense of perfectly timed coincidence.