The endless wheat fields swayed gently in the wind. Summer had arrived, with swathes of dark green wheat fields interspersed with patches of ripe, golden wheat.

  The diligent farmers were meticulously tending to the crops in the fields, their efforts not only for their own harvest but also for the prosperity of the kingdom.

  It was precisely the grain supplied from the plain areas around Camelot that ensured the Kingdom of Britain wouldn't descend into chaos due to famine.

  Otherwise, when the Knight King led the Knights of the Round Table on campaigns, once common laborers were conscripted to transport food supplies, if the enemy prolonged the war, Camelot would surely struggle to survive the upcoming winter because of food shortages.

  The functioning of the kingdom relied not only on the noble lords but also on the ordinary people performing their duties conscientiously.

  Everyone bore a responsibility for the rise and fall of the country.

  "Damn it! This is so heavy!" Zelin struggled to clear his dizzy head after passing through the portal.

  A black, heavy object was pressing down on him.

  Not only had Zelin made it through, but the Wild Hunt hound he'd attacked had also been brought through the portal into this other world.

  Unlike Zelin, who emerged unscathed, the high - grade griffin silver sword had stabbed into the hound's mouth. Now, it lay motionless on top of him, likely already dead.

  With both hands, Zelin pushed the monster's body away. He'd found himself in awkward situations during monster battles before.

  Once, when fighting a pterodactyl, he was pushed off a cliff by the creature. Luckily, the cliff's slope wasn't too steep, and he rolled all the way down to the beach at the foot of the cliff without suffering a fatal injury.

  But grappling with a monster while passing through a portal was an experience probably shared by few on the entire continent.

  As soon as he shoved the Wild Hunt hound aside, Zelin immediately began searching for the girl. Though he didn't understand the intricacies of magic, it was clear something had gone wrong.

  They hadn't been transported to the Wild Hunt navigator's location but had instead emerged from another crack within the same world.

  More than the specific location, Zelin was deeply concerned about Altria's safety.

  Before long, Zelin spotted the girl kneeling by the roadside, her face deathly pale and her teeth gritted tightly.

  He didn't detect the smell of blood in the air, but he couldn't be certain she wasn't injured. Sometimes, internal injuries only manifested after some time.

  Whether she was hurt or not, her discomfort was evident on her face.

  Zelin stood up, took a couple of steps to her side, bent down, and placed a hand on her shoulder, asking worriedly, "Are you okay? Are you hurt? God, I should have held onto you when we went through the portal." If the girl was injured because of the portal, Zelin would find it hard to forgive himself for his momentary oversight.

  He should have realized that as she wasn't an experienced Witcher, she wouldn't know how to protect herself during the hasty portal passage.

  But her composure had made him forget this fact. He'd only been focused on taking down the hound to protect Francesca, who'd be left unguarded without a Witcher by her side.

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  "I... I'm okay." After taking several deep breaths, some color gradually returned to the girl's pale face. Her armor was in disarray from the chaos of teleportation, and the dark blue dress underneath was torn into shreds, revealing her delicate, porcelain - like skin.

  However, Zelin didn't pay this any mind; his gaze remained filled with concern for her.

  The girl forced out a few words through clenched teeth, "This feeling... is truly awful...."

  "Are you sure you're not hurt? If anything feels uncomfortable，tell me right away. Enduring the pain will only make things worse."

  The girl shook her head. "I'm fine, really."

  Noticing Zelin's scrutinizing gaze, the girl reached out awkwardly to cover the tear in her clothes at the chest.

  Though Zelin didn't think it was necessary given her build, he was simply looking for any signs of injury.

  Sometimes, internal injuries could go unnoticed even by the person themselves.

  Seeing that the girl kept insisting she was okay and finding no visible signs of trouble, Zelin took out a bottle of Dwarven spirits from his small bag and handed it to her.

  "Have a sip. It might help settle your stomach."

  After giving the bottle to the girl, Zelin stood up and surveyed his surroundings. There was a vast expanse of wilderness all around.

  When he looked up, a towering stone wall loomed on the distant horizon. Judging by his estimate, it was a large city capable of housing at least tens of thousands of people.

  Zelin shook his head. People often placed their sense of security in walls that were like cages, believing they could find peace by confining themselves within.

  But they failed to realize that the human - shaped monsters behind those high walls could be far more terrifying than the ferocious beasts in the wild.

  It wasn't the monsters with frightening appearances that were truly menacing, but those who could hide their true nature.

  Next to Zelin and the girl, a dilapidated stone house lay in ruins by the roadside. Judging from its appearance, it had been abandoned for at least a decade.

  "Where are we? Do you know? It'd be best to get back to your castle before your enemies find us. At least, we should find some knights loyal to you or guards who know how to handle weapons." Zelin knew very little about the girl's world.

  But since she was a king, he couldn't help but compare her situation to that of many kings on his own continent.

  If a northern kingdom's king were to end up in a destitute state in the southern Nilfgaardian Empire, Zelin was sure that king would endure a great deal of suffering.

  "Don't worry, Zelin. This is Camelot, my kingdom. I know this place." The girl shook her head, stood up, stared at her surroundings, squinted her eyes, and after a moment of thought, said with certainty, "The northern suburbs of Camelot, that's right. This is where I was swept away by the white frost and then ended up in your world... Yes, the white frost you mentioned. Camelot is over there." The girl pointed in the direction of the city wall Zelin had just seen.

  "Hurry up! Come with me, Zelin. I'm worried that terrifying white frost will reach Camelot. Then, I'll be relying on you." The girl bowed to Zelin earnestly.

  Zelin shrugged. "If I only did things for thanks, I wouldn't have come here with you... Hmm? What's this?" Zelin lowered his head and suddenly noticed a white crystal stone on his left leather shoulder armor.

  It was nestled in the gap between the shoulder armor and the leather armor.

  Before passing through the portal, Zelin was certain he didn't have such an item on him. A Witcher always needed to be aware of what was on their body, what wasn't, and the effects of different items.

  There should never be something that appeared out of nowhere. After all, one never knew if it was a harmless trinket or an evil object that could attract malevolent forces.

  Zelin carefully pinched the crystal stone between two fingers and removed it from the gap in his armor.

  He was cautious around anything unknown.

  The moment his fingers took out the crystal stone, it suddenly emitted a blinding light. A familiar figure emerged in the light.

  The expressionless phantom of Francesca floated in the air.

  She opened her mouth, and her ethereal voice slowly reached Zelin and the girl's ears.

  "Zelin, during the full moon next month, the chaotic power may break through the weak space of Mahakam again and create a new portal. "

  "If you can hear this message, and without interference from the Wild Hunt, I can help you return from the same location."

  These words were likely hurriedly sent by the elven Mage. One had to admit she was truly a great Mage.

  Creating such a sound - retaining illusion wasn't something that could be easily done in just tens of seconds.

  This was good news for Zelin. But upon hearing the voice, disappointment was evident on the girl's face.

  "Zelin, let's hurry to Camelot."

  "Sure thing." Zelin put the crystal stone in his pocket and walked towards the distant city with the girl.

  A month... That should be enough...