Time flies, and not long after the winter solstice, frost arrives.

The weather became colder, and the snow that had been left behind turned to ice, which changed the whole of Kyrmohan to a different scene.

Roger had never seen Kyle Mohan like this.

In his world, the castle was located deep in the forest, where flowers bloomed and spring was in full bloom.

But here, the heavens and the earth are the same gray, but Roger does not feel any discomfort, and in the ancient language Kellmohan is called Karl Amielahan, which means fortress of the ancient sea.

It is named because the castle was built on the edge of the human world's civilization and has long been forgotten by the world because the place where the castle was built was once a vast sea, and there are many fossils of sea creatures in the stones on the mountain.

But Roger loved this forgetting.

Fast forward to February, a winter of life that makes the four of them all too familiar, and after a drunken episode, Lambert challenges Roger in a vague way.

Even with the stimulus of alcohol, Lambert was not arrogant enough to think that he could block Roger's attack, and he put limits on the confrontation between the two.

It is necessary to maintain the same strength and only rely on skill.

Although he has always been known as the youngest witcher, that is only relative to Geralt and the others and Viselmir.

In fact, Lambert's real age is not young, and his natural skills are extremely skilled.

But alas, he met Roger.

This Roger, who has traveled through countless worlds and transformed under the experience of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

And so he suffered the most brutal devastation in history.

Burst!

Lambert fell to the ground, and even his beloved weapon came out of his hands, and he couldn't help but spit out his mouth full of snow, and got up again with bloodshot eyes.

"Come again!" After saying that, he picked up his weapon and dodged and rushed forward.

But after a while, his body flew high and rolled on the ground several times in a row, and for a moment he was so dizzy that he couldn't even discern the direction.

At this time, Lambert no longer expected that he could defeat Roger, he just hoped that he could suffer one more time, so that he could at least lose decently.

Viselmir and Eskar, who were standing next to them, were full of surprise, and they could see that Roger's swordsmanship was completely different from theirs.

The Witchers are physically strong, far beyond normal humans, but with their physical fitness alone, they can't compare to those terrifying monsters.

Therefore, in battle, they pay special attention to their body and pace, and often use spinning to increase the power of their attacks.

This would have been understandable, but Roger, whose angle of attack was even more tricky, completely subverted their existing perception.

"It's not like our swordsmanship."

Eskar muttered to himself.

"It's like coming from another world." Viselmir added, and after saying that, the two looked at each other and guessed what was in each other's minds.

"Again...... Come again and again. ”

Stimulated by alcohol and exhaustion, Lambert staggered to the ground.

So in the following life, in addition to drinking, chatting and bragging, their activities were added.

Compare notes.

It was the three of them who took turns to talk to Roger.

And so the days passed, until a warm wind blew from the valley and took away the cold here.

The snow is melting, and spring is coming.

Brush the horses and prepare for the bags, and it is time for everyone to separate again.

"You're going to stay here?!"

Before leaving, the three of them looked at Roger with empty hands and a look of surprise.

"I love this place." Roger smiled.

"You know that I have lost my memory and I don't know much about the world, so there is no difference between me here and elsewhere, and in that case, I might as well stay." Roger looked around.

"Just take advantage of the warm weather to make a simple repair here, believe me, I'm definitely a good at repairing houses."

"I know what you're going to do, but there's no need." Viselmir spoke suddenly.

"Roger, our time is over, and of course it may never have come, and something like this is not just happening in Kylemohan."

"The mob was large in number, but it did not have a decisive impact, and too many warlocks were involved in the attack."

"It's a conspiracy against us, and all they want to see is a ruin, and if you fix it up, it's only going to lead to the next attack."

Viselmir's eyes were heavy.

"With me, no one can hurt a single piece of masonry here."

Roger's expression became solemn.

"I believe in your power, you can do it, but we can't, we can't stay here forever......" Viselmir sighed.

Kylemohan meant a lot to him, and he had plenty of time to heal the scars here, but he chose to give up because Viselmir knew the cost of doing so.

"Well, maybe it's not the right time." Roger thought for a moment and agreed to Viselmir's request.

"But I don't want to be in the most luxurious tower next winter, because the creaking of the wooden bed is annoying."

"Maybe in the future my female companion will think that sound is a good accompaniment, full of rhythm and full of impact......" Roger smiled ambiguously.

"But to be honest, I really don't want my private affairs to be known."

Everyone looked at each other and laughed.

"I see, because your powers are useless in some ways." Lambert smiled, but Roger didn't care, and then he said what he was going to do.

"I'm going to leave the exterior as it is, but the interior really needs to be carefully tidied up to at least make us feel more comfortable next winter."

This time Viselmir did not refuse.

Everyone waved goodbye, and Roger stood at the head of the city and watched the figures disappear into the valley in the distance.

Heaven and Earth Castle, the lofty mountains in the distance, as if Roger was the only one left in the whole world.

He had experienced similar loneliness many times, but now he enjoyed it, and then he began a major renovation of the entire interior of the castle.

From early morning to late afternoon, sometimes from the darkness of the night to the dawn of the morning, Roger has no concept of exhaustion, no concept of time.

After spring, summer, and then the leaves turned yellow, the temperature began to drop, and when the first north wind blew through the valley, Roger knew that winter was not far off.

And before you know it, he's been here for a whole year.

The sky was getting overcast, the mountain wind was howling, and Roger could even predict a blizzard in the near future.

But just as he was customary to come to the city wall to look, three horses came to the valley, and Roger recognized two of them.

The remaining one has the signature white hair and gritty face.

"Open the door, Roger!"

There was still a long way to go, and Lambert couldn't help but shout.

"I'm here to introduce you to a new friend."

The three of them entered the castle, and Eskar turned over and dismounted to meet him, but there was someone next to him who was faster than him.

"You saved Eskar as much as you saved me, so from now on, I owe you my life."

Roger smiled and looked at the familiar stranger in front of him.

"Nice to meet you, White Wolf."