Avin's maturity was somewhat beyond Guilliman's expectations.
He had always known the child was quite mature and trained diligently, but he hadn't expected him to be so mature.
One could only say, was he truly of the bloodline of the Elven Sage Lara Dorren?
He shared the same ancestor as Ciri, the protagonist of the entire Witcher world, both descended from the royal bloodline of the elves, though the bloodline was no longer as pure.
Seeing Avin's attitude, Guilliman decided not to treat him as a child anymore and to be straightforward.
After all, in the future, he was very likely to become his chief disciple and a great help to his future endeavors.
If possible, he didn't want any irreconcilable conflicts between them.
He paused for a second, then continued:
"You are a smart child, Avin, and I am very pleased."
"Then I'll be direct."
"Within you lies a very powerful force, originating from your ancestors."
"Even in the entire world, this is a very rare power, coveted by many, who would even treat you as an experimental subject, strip you of your freedom and life, just to obtain it."
"I… also desire this power."
"That's why I saved you and your mother back then, and agreed to take you as a disciple, as a form of future compensation."
"And now, it's time to take that power."
Guilliman tried to speak as objectively as possible.
For adults, this should be considered a relatively normal transaction, a mutual exchange, neither right nor wrong.
However, for a child who trusted him, it was indeed a bit cruel, but there was no other way; he needed this power.
As expected, such a conversation was still a bit difficult for Avin to comprehend.
He lowered his head and thought for dozens of seconds, his fists clenched tightly, seemingly struggling.
After a while, he looked up, his eyes filled with fear and pleading, and he looked into the Witcher's eyes and said:
"Mr. Guilliman, will I die after you take that power?"
"I don't want to die; I want to protect my mother."
Indeed, even children are afraid of death, but at this critical moment, Avin was thinking of protecting his mother.
This softened Guilliman's gaze towards him.
He was indeed a good child.
It was just that in his previous life, his adoptive mother Caroline died in the mouth of a monster, and he was persecuted by the Scoia'tael from a young age, never receiving proper guidance, which led him astray and turned him into such an extreme person.
The Witcher reached out and stroked Avin's head, saying gently:
"Don't worry, you won't be harmed at all; there's no danger to your life."
"Moreover, I'm only taking half of your ability; perhaps with the remaining half, you'll find it easier to master it."
"It might be hard for you to understand, but for a child like you, this powerful force might not bring you much benefit; instead, it could constantly put you and the important people around you in danger."
"Great power is sometimes not a blessing, but a disaster."
Hearing that there was no danger to his life, and he would only lose half of a power he didn't even know what it was, Avin visibly relaxed.
A poor farm boy like him truly didn't know what truly precious things were.
He didn't understand the value of the Elder Blood, nor the value of becoming Guilliman's chief disciple.
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