Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 857 - 660: Coming Home_2

Chapter 857: Chapter 660: Coming Home_2

Days have passed, and the Transcendent events have evolved into a nationwide topic. Many people can recount a mix of truth and fiction about them.

"...The ending should be just like that."

Yukiko’s pensive voice came to Roger’s ears, but the girl soon noticed the expression on Roger’s face. Her slender eyebrows furrowed together as she lightly patted Roger on the shoulder.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?"

"Senka isn’t by your side. As her best friend, I feel like I have a responsibility..."

"To complete the obligations she should fulfill?"

Roger interrupted without hesitation.

Yukiko suddenly looked nervous, "What obligations?"

"Ahem."

Michihiro Morita had no choice but to interject in their exchange. If this continued, his granddaughter might end up...

"Roger." Michihiro Morita looked worried.

"We’re about to enter the Western World soon. Are you sure there won’t be any issues?"

Despite Roger’s repeated assurances that the peculiar mark would help them resist the suppression of the Western World’s rules, Michihiro Morita couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

"Trust me."

Roger simply nodded.

Time flowed by, and when the plane landed smoothly, Michihiro Morita finally felt at ease as he stepped onto foreign soil.

"Hey, Roger, I’m here!"

The one picking them up was Henrik. His gaze swept over the group and finally landed on Yukiko. Then, taking advantage of the moment, he discreetly approached Roger.

"Buddy, Kaer Morhen may have plenty of rooms, but you only have one. In certain matters, you ought to learn from me."

Henrik had the demeanor of a seasoned veteran.

"Listen to me, to avoid trouble, at any given time, the number of female friends you’re involved with shouldn’t exceed four."

"They should be ranked in chronological order, and whenever a new target shows up, the one ranked highest should be eliminated."

"Only this way can you maintain vigor and handle them all appropriately."

Roger nodded thoughtfully.

"That actually seems reasonable."

But then he scrutinized Henrik and remarked, "Though I’m curious—how did you arrive at the number four?"

Henrik chuckled, "That’s simple; this is something I..."

"Oh, no need to explain. I think I already figured it out." Roger suddenly cut Henrik off, his gaze slowly shifting downward to a certain part of Henrik’s body.

"This... Is this your limit?"

Henrik’s face turned awkward, "What nonsense are you talking? My limit?"

He looked like he wanted to argue, but Roger didn’t give him a chance, "I understand what you mean. I get it, I really do!"

Their discreet exchange didn’t catch Michihiro Morita and his granddaughter’s attention as Henrik drove them while Roger introduced everyone individually.

Leaving Forsend Airport, the car sped up, then entered a mountain path and broke through unseen barriers, revealing an entirely new world to the group.

As the car doors opened, the scent of soil mixed with grass came rushing in. The thin mist hanging in the air clung to their skin, producing a faint sense of coolness.

Through the mist, Yukiko saw distant towering mountains and sprawling forests, and nestled within the peaks was a majestic, hidden castle.

Through persistent development, Kaer Morhen boasted newfound vitality. Even from a distance, its calming and serene nature soothed one’s mind.

"I love this place!"

"This is every woman’s ultimate dream come true."

Yukiko’s eyes glimmered with a divine light, "But I have one last question."

"Go ahead."

"Can we watch TV here?"

Roger:...

And just like that, Michihiro Morita and Yukiko happily moved into Kaer Morhen.

That evening, Roger hosted a grand banquet in Kaer Morhen’s great hall. Not only the hall, but also the castle’s outskirts were filled with Demon Hunters, female sorceresses, and spirit mediums training here—all joining the festivity.

A spectacular celebration.

For a banquet like this, aside from the sumptuous food, the fine wine, and the overflowing charisma of the men and women present, one essential component always appeared.

Gwent Cards.

Drinking, card-playing, chatting brashly—when the mood struck...

Ahem.

The castle had plenty of rooms where privacy was assured.

To Michihiro Morita and Yukiko, they may have been absolute outsiders, but oddly enough, not a single person showed even a hint of rejection toward them.

Even they themselves never felt excluded.

They were unaware that, despite not practicing the Demon Hunter Fraction’s techniques, possessing the mark bestowed by Roger made them almost indistinguishable from other Demon Hunters.

As the banquet reached its peak, Roger quietly slipped out of the banquet hall. He walked through the corridors and stepped onto a spacious platform.

The silver moonlight spilled from the sky, bathing Kaer Morhen in a shimmering glow.

Behind him came the sound of soft footsteps. Without turning around, Roger already knew who had come.

Higurashi Chika, her face clouded with worry and her eyes brimming with profound unease.

"Roger..." Her voice broke into sobs as soon as she spoke. Her gaze fell on the Twin Blades in Roger’s hands.

"He... He..."

Higurashi Chika looked at Roger searchingly.

Roger sighed and nodded.

"That was the destiny he craved. All killings return to silence."

Higurashi Chika’s eyes turned dark and dim as she slowly walked to Roger’s side. Then, she raised her hand and gripped the handles of the Twin Blades.

A faint tremble coursed through her body as a surge of power entered her. With it, came the purest and most cherished memories stored in the weapon by the man who wielded them.

Higurashi Chika saw a running girl; she saw a small figure darting through a sword gallery.

Scene after scene flashed before her eyes.

Smiling, innocent faces—every memory was hers, except for the one face she longed to see most.

Roger said nothing. He patted Higurashi Chika on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Within the Twin Blades lay not only the memories of Higurashi Gushan but also the entirety of his power.

Evidently, Higurashi Gushan and Sword Master Cold Crow had been deeply connected.

The method Higurashi Gushan used to free himself from control was clearly one provided by Sword Master Cold Crow—storing memories within the weapon, sealing power within the weapon.

Wasn’t this just a simplified version of the Spirit Sword Project?

What Higurashi Gushan left to Higurashi Chika was pure power. With these weapons, given enough time, even if she couldn’t reach Higurashi Gushan’s peak state...

Facing ordinary Sword Masters would still be no problem.

With Higurashi Chika’s aptitude, coupled with the influence of the Cat Fraction, her achievements in the future would only be greater.

Leaving the platform and walking through the corridor, a figure appeared before Roger.

Yuan Guanghai hesitated.

"I killed Tengu Divine Master. It’s over."

Yuan Guanghai, relieved, could finally be reborn in that instant.

Watching the lively banquet hall, Roger didn’t join in, nor did he seek out some extra thrill in this beautiful night.

With a thought, he appeared in Kaer Morhen’s uppermost room and began carefully inspecting his injuries.

"Even with the Black Moon’s amplification, this is evidently a power beyond my current control. This energy causes comprehensive damage to my body."

In recent days, through repeated study, Roger had pinpointed the problem: only when he was inside Hunter’s Cabin did his injuries show signs of healing.

But the rate of recovery was far from satisfactory.

By his estimation, it would take at least 10 days to fully recover.

What Roger didn’t know was that, at his recovery rate, if Hillrenes found out, she’d likely lose her mind.

Above Fifth Tier Transcendent individuals, normal combat typically depletes energy, but if the core is damaged, they end up like Hillrenes.

Even after hundreds or thousands of years, such injuries remain irreparable.

Opening the window, soft moonlight poured onto the large bed near the top floor. But just as Roger debated heading elsewhere for some group activities...

A fiery light streaked across the pitch-black night sky.

In mere breaths, that light grew immeasurably vast, piercing through layers of chaotic energy. Roger’s expression changed.

Amid the flames, he saw a familiar figure.