Demon Hunter and His Cabin

"That's normal, there's nothing to be sad about. After she absorbs the power from this period, she'll come back to you." Roger gently comforted.

Hmm? Wait!

Henrik just said he, not she!

Could it be?!

Seeing Roger's gaze, Henrik nodded with a look of despair.

"You're right, Claudia said that the special experience of becoming a woman allowed her to undergo a crucial transformation, but her power is still incomplete and further enhancement requires more insights."

"After absorbing the invader, the power attribute changed..." Henrik trembled all over.

"Why does a similar experience keep happening to me over and over again?"

"He gave himself a new name, Crowe, and then left this place."

"What else can I do?" Henrik spread his hands.

"I can only wait for him to come back and give him a reunion hug, then pat his shoulder and say, 'Bro, I missed you.'

Ah... this.

Roger opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to comfort.

After racking his brain for a long time, he finally squeezed out, "It's okay, there's always a next time, maybe next time he'll change back."

"Next time?" Henrik's cheek twitched.

"That's too outrageous, I'm not playing this game anymore!"

What is this, from the female Night Demon to Claudia, Henrik's so-called true love always seems to be uniquely peculiar.

"It's okay, it's okay." Roger comforted again, "When Crowe comes back, you can also try to approach a bit."

"Maybe there are hidden interests in you that you are not aware of!"

"Get lost!!"

Henrik kicked out, and Roger dodged accordingly, then got close to Henrik, "Can you tell me about the changes in Amanda now?"

His tone carried a slight threat.

"Of course, we're best friends after all, I actually intended to tell you as soon as we met." Henrik replied with a laugh.

"Don't forget back then..."

"Stop, stop, don't say anymore, I agree, just get straight to the point."

Having been delayed outside for so long, the banquet inside had already begun.

Henrik broke free from Roger's hold.

"You don't know?"

"Know what?" Roger retorted.

"You're a dad." Henrik answered with a hint of envy.

"Me? A dad!"

"How come I didn't know?"

Looking at Roger's expression, Henrik crossed his arms and squinted, "Is it appropriate for you to ask me about such a thing?"

"Don't you remember where you planted your seed?"

Henrik shook his head, looking at Roger as if he were incomprehensible.

"Shameful, disgraceful, if it were me, I could definitely deduce the time, place, and main characters with ease..."

Goodness the main characters, but considering Henrik's personality, it might really involve main characters, supporting characters, or even onlookers.

"Let me give you a hint."

"The last time Amanda and Sonia escaped back, Amanda soon showed pregnancy symptoms, as if this thing was happening to her, all the way until childbirth..."

A spark of insight, a face appeared in his mind, but then, the beautiful face gradually split into two identical faces, but each with vastly different temperaments.

"So it was her... them."

"Them?!" Henrik's eyes widened.

"There are actually two of them?"

"Ah... shouldn't... be, right?" Roger was also somewhat unsure.

"Both had contact, but it should be that one."

"Which one?" Henrik leaned in cautiously, asking curiously.

And just then, a voice came from the hall.

"What are you two chatting about, the banquet has already started, it's just missing you."

Speaking was Michihiro Morita.

He was originally a powerful famed artifact swordsmith, and after coming here, he felt even more at ease. Now he was beaming with happiness.

"I'm really getting old, I'm always a bit uncomfortable with such a lively atmosphere, but seeing everyone chatting and drinking together brings a sense of peace."

"Getting old?" Roger smiled.

You see, there are actually two among us whose true age is calculated in hundreds of years.

Now that the truth was clear, the next steps would be much easier. Roger signaled to Henrik, and the two walked into the hall together.

Inside, it was already a sea of joy.

Not many people attended the gathering, but each one was amongst Roger's closest friends.

In addition to the ones he had seen earlier, Roger also noticed Yuuki Nao standing in the corner.

She still had her usual cool demeanor, and wasn't drinking. There was a porcelain cup in front of her, and across from her was an empty wine glass with no one else seated there.

Roger didn't disturb her.

On the other side were Anna and Panambi.

The enthusiastic Amerindian girl with chocolate-colored skin.

In a few years, she had completed her transformation from an ordinary person to a Transcendent, and with Anna's help, she established a branch of Demon Hunters in her hometown.

Higurashi Chika carried a sword and never sipped her wine lightly, while Aoki Kazuo circled around her. Even though her interest wasn't high, Aoki Kazuo didn't mind.

It seemed that just being near Senka was enough to satisfy him.

Meanwhile, Yukiko would occasionally run over and say some strange things in an odd accent, making it obvious her mimicry was from a TV show or movie.

But with her jumpy personality, after stirring trouble on Senka's side, she ran to another side. Uma had reverted to human form, lazily leaning on a chair with a pile of empty bottles in front of her.

For a moment, Roger seemed to feel a sense of loneliness from her.

Years ago, the person who caused her fear, hatred, yet reliance, was still with her. But soon, Yukiko's intimacy brought her back from her low mood.

And then Roger saw the two clink glasses, with the red liquid trickling down the corners of their mouths, sliding into the white neck.

Then it was naturally followed by an affectionate kiss.

Uh... well, with the two of them together, it counts as a perfect result.

Swordsmith Clint and his steward Vero also mingled in the crowd. Although Vero was a Monster Spirit, his solidified body was almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

Dressed in a proper tailcoat, he deftly maneuvered through the crowd with a tray in hand.

Hillrenes was still squabbling with Sonia. She had lost her freedom forever, and Roger was unsure if such a penalty was harsher than death.

Goway and Hathaway gathered together, with a set of exquisite Gwent Cards on the small table in front of them.

At a Transcendent World party, if there's no Gwent Card game, it must be an inadequate gathering.

Not only do you need card players, but spectators are also indispensable.

"If only Adeline and the others were here too," Roger remarked wistfully.

"They came, but they don't belong here," Henrik replied from the side.

"Little Jack has already started preparing for the Green Grass Trial. He will walk the path of Transcendence, but Adeline just wants to quietly spend the rest of her life with Greg."

"They will forever belong to Baytown."

"That's fine too." Roger respected Adeline's choice, for in the face of a longer life, few could resist such allure.

"Though Jack is also Adeline's child, he doesn't possess the similar bloodline as Amanda, so it may be hard to achieve Amanda's level of success."

"It doesn't matter."

Roger smiled, "We are all gathered here not because we can become stronger, but because of certain shared experiences between us."

"And you," Henrik added.

"During the time you were away, Kaer Morhen was too quiet, so quiet that no one wanted to stay here."

"No worries, I'm back now."

"And... I probably won't leave again."

Deep down, Roger silently made a decision.

And at this moment, the people amidst the hubbub seemed to realize something as well. They all paused their actions, and all eyes focused on Roger.

"Raise your glasses, my friends," Roger spoke.

"To our friendship!"

"Cheers!"

The entire banquet hall immediately turned into a sea of joy.