The Divine Hunter Chapter 20: I forgive you

The light of the torches dances on the dark walls.

"Geralt, can Master Roy do it? It's been three days, and there's been no news. The bald tyrant is getting more and more ruthless, and he's almost going to skin us!" Yurga sat on a cold chair. In the dungeon, Gulu Gulu swallowed a small life potion, and a cool feeling instantly soothed the pain of being whipped on his back. He narrowed his eyes and showed a sour expression.

"I'll explain it to you this way," Geralt looked at the corridor outside the iron grille, feeling inexplicably anxious in his heart, as if some unknown fate was about to befall him, and there was an extra hint in his tone. Uneasy, "Since I have known him, he has never let me down. Well, he can always create miracles."

The fat man immediately patted his belly with relief and joked with a smile, "Then I'm relieved. It seems we should discuss the arrangements after escaping from the prison."

"Maybe it will be a sunny day when we get home, and Christida is drying salted fish or pickles in the yard... Does this comply with your accident law?"

"I have to prepare a thank-you gift for Master Roy! God bless me, never mention the law of accidents again!" The fat man rolled his eyes, "I will give him a son directly and take him away! ”

"Needless to say, he is very skillful in being able to rescue us. I will definitely be able to educate that **** into a talented person in the future!"

"Yurga, after leaving the prison, you have to wait a while. I need to find someone." Geralt interrupted him, the tension in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

"Who are you looking for, my daughter?"

"No——"

"Geralt, Yurga!" A soldier pushed open the iron door, shouted loudly, and came to the two of them, his eyes flashing with sadness under his helmet, "The lucky guy doesn't know How do you get involved with the doctor? She helped you convince Chief Leeteuk! Now get your badges and clothes back, and then go meet your savior!"

"Geralt! Has the goddess Meriteri opened your mouth?" The fat man danced excitedly.

Doctor?

White Wolf hesitated when he heard this title.

Who could it be?

……

"Man, how does it feel to be free again?"

The two men wearing leather armor hugged each other tightly, and the air was filled with dust and the choking smell of sweat.

Roy looked at Bai Lang's scruffy stubble, blood-stained cheeks, and thick dark circles under his eyes, and felt quite emotional.

This guy was imprisoned wherever he went.

Geralt smiled gratefully at his companion.

"Master Roy, how on earth did you do that?" The fat man in tattered silk cloth grabbed Roy's left hand heavily. When he smiled, the folds on his face folded into a flower, and the sweat on his palms was almost there. The back of his hand was drowned, "Aren't the mayor and the sheriff determined to hang us?"

"If you start with emotion and move with reason, in short, you will be able to restore your reputation soon."

"Who is she?" Geralt's dark cat eyes turned to the window sill of the office, where a figure's back was turned to him.

Tall and slender, her masculine attire cannot conceal her beauty.

She is like a tree growing there quietly.

Just taking a look at it is like entering a virgin forest.

The rich fragrance of vegetation, juniper, mint, and clover floated into the white wolf's nose.

The woman suddenly turned her face.

Pale, delicate and thin.

Between the eyebrows and the eyes, there is a fifty-six-point resemblance to him.

It was like seeing another self in the rippling water.

A pair of emerald green eyes glowed with complex light, filled with surprise, relief, and tenderness.

The emotion that Geralt expected was suppressed by her.

Repressed.

The dark cat's pupils expanded, its breathing stagnated, and its heartbeat slowed down a beat.

Roy pressed the fat man's mouth, indicating that there was room for the two of them. He pulled the businessman and quietly left the office. Before closing the door, his eyes turned between the two of them with interest.

Golphin Chipmunk took the opportunity to sway his big fluffy tail, crawled to the ground along his master's hood, huddled into the corner of the office, and pricked up his ears.

……

In the quiet office, the only sounds that could be heard were breathing and rapid heartbeat.

A white-haired, tall and straight demon hunter, and a female doctor with outstanding beauty and quiet temperament are within reach, and they only need to take one step to reach each other.

But they were relatively speechless.

The air is filled with anxiety and suffering.

"You saved me?"

"A small favor, mainly relying on your friend Roy, who made a complete plan and persuaded the Sheriff to change his mind." The woman's voice was clear and sweet,

It is completely different from the old, cold and ruthless Geralt imagined countless times when he was young.

The first moment I saw this face.

He knew it was her.

My mother.

The relative I have longed for for many years.

"Cough, cough..." His throat suddenly felt a little itchy and sore, and he repeated, "You saved me."

"They tortured you?" The woman's face darkened and she diagnosed softly. She raised her hand as if to touch him, but then put it down again, "There is something wrong with your lungs... You need timely treatment. ”

"No need," Geralt shook his head and stared at her coldly, "This injury will heal on its own within a week at most."

"You must know that demon hunters have to undergo a lot of mutations and modifications since they were young, and they were infected by viruses and bacteria... I survived it, well, three out of ten people survived, and I was one of the lucky ones... This I have long been accustomed to minor injuries and pains."

There is a hint of complaint in this description.

The woman's body trembled and her face became paler.

"Anyway, you saved me," Geralt was still expressionless. He didn't know what expression to make at this moment, "Thank you very much, madam, can you give me a good name?"

"Visenna." She said it frankly without any secret.

"I'm glad to meet you, Ms. Visenna," the Witcher's tone was slightly choked when he said this.

The woman put the topic of coincidence stuck in her throat into her stomach.

Not a word.

Geralt said with self-mockery and sharpness,

"How can I thank you for your generous helping hand to a dirty, evil mutant you've never met before?"

"Don't say that, you know, that's not the case. Demon hunters are not humble. And don't mention this to me...me!" The female doctor first turned around, took a deep breath, and turned around At this time, his face returned to calmness, and his eyes were like a peaceful forest, "I will always lend a helping hand to those in need for free. This is my quirk!"

She glanced at the long scar from Geralt’s left forehead across his eye to his left ear, and said softly,

"The physique of a witcher is better than that of ordinary people, but this does not mean that it is made of iron and steel. You must protect yourself and try to avoid injuries."

Geralt breathed out and looked at the woman, his eyes pausing on her face for a few seconds.

"Thank you for your concern and suggestions, I am very grateful..."

At this moment, he caught the loophole in her words.

The emotions that have been stored in my heart for decades have an outlet.

"But I have a question. You said you would always lend a helping hand, but why did you never come to see me when I was tortured in Kaer Morhen and cried on countless rainy nights? I In your eyes, are they no better than strangers who have nothing to do with each other?"

Countless images flashed back in the demon hunter's mind.

Geralt.

You are different from others.

The other children were at least accompanied by their mothers until they were seven or eight years old. Due to unexpected laws and the family was destitute, they had to hand over the children.

But you, your mother took the initiative to abandon you when you were a baby.

And she is a sorceress who never lacks food or clothing.

"No, Geralt, I..." Visenna shook her head and retorted.

A touch of sarcasm flashed across the corner of the demon hunter's mouth, and he pointed at his eyes,

"What do you think of the eyes I modified in Kaer Morhen? You should see it with your own eyes and tell me, what can you see inside?"

"Shut up, Geralt, shut up!"

Her gaffe was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Geralt has had enough of decades of patience and repression.

He asked a question buried deep in his heart.

"It's fine if you don't answer the previous question. But I have the most important question - why did you leave me in Kaer Morhen in the first place? Vesemir told me that there is no law of accidents, and you don't owe me anything. What is he?"

A teardrop clearly appeared on the white and blue cheek of the female doctor, just like a pearl on the bright moon, extremely poignant and beautiful.

"Stop asking, Geralt, please." She replied softly, her voice as unpredictable as the clouds in the sky, "The answers can only hurt each other."

Yeah, I was an unfit mother who abandoned her children, for whatever reason.

I deserve to be punished. I am not entitled to forgiveness, nor should I try to seek forgiveness.

"You know, I know a sorceress," Geralt continued, minding his own business. The woman's understatement made his heart bleed. "She is not yet ninety years old, but because of the Mage Academy Aretuza's **** rules, she can't have children. For the sake of her children, she is willing to sacrifice everything, hunting green dragons, capturing Dijin... She almost died several times, but she still failed to do so."

"Children, shouldn't they be a gift from fate?" Geralt asked, "Why did you choose to abandon them in the first place?"

"I'm leaving, Geralt...The patients are still waiting for me. Take care of yourself." Visenna wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, put on her cloak again, and tried to get over the witcher's body,

Geralt reached out and grabbed her arm.

As delicate and smooth as a young girl.

Visenna shivered even more, but she didn't struggle.

But he turned his head away tremblingly, not looking at the witcher.

She was afraid of seeing a face full of resentment.

Geralt noticed tears welling up in her eyes.

"I often imagine... what questions should I ask you when we meet, and how will you behave? I thought I would get the pleasure of revenge from it - but no!"

"Visenna, if you are willing to shed tears for me, it means that you are not a heartless mother. It means that I still have some status in your heart."

The woman's worries were exposed in front of her, and she let out a slight roar in her throat.

Yes.

There is no mother who does not love her children.

Especially for sorceresses who live a long life, except for family love, everything else will eventually leave them, leaving only loneliness in the end.

She worked desperately to save helpless people just to fill the gap in her heart, the guilt that overflowed in countless lonely nights.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare to see him.

She was worried that when she did this, she would find that the other party had already died in a battle with the monster.

Because of himself, he bears the fate of a cursed demon hunter.

She doesn't deserve forgiveness.

She only had a trivial extravagance. She knew in her heart that there might be a relative alive in this world, and she prayed for him day and night.

"As for the reason why I want it, even if you don't say it, I can probably guess it..." The demon hunter paused and observed the woman's face with his dark cat eyes.

If he doesn’t finish his words today, he’s not sure if he’ll have another chance in the future!

"Did you hand me over to Vesemir because of my late father Colin?"

Colin?

The figure of a strong man with golden hair and a long sword appeared in front of Visenna.

At this moment, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her emerald green pupils dilated, and her slender body came closer to Geralt's arms a little weakly.

Geralt immediately hugged her tightly, his movements a little awkward, like a boy trying to protect his mother.

He repeated what Roy had said before, giving it to Visenna and himself as a comfort.

"Because before Colin died, he saw a vision of a white-haired witcher killing monsters. The vision told him that his name was Geralt of Rivia. You loved him deeply, so you thought this was fate. …”

"From then on, you decided the fate of the child in your belly!"

"Witchers, warlocks, and druids are all born to be superstitious about fate. Because we understand the power of fate."

The woman's lips moved, but she didn't protest this time, and her body relaxed.

Her cheeks were buried in his shoulders, and her tears wetted his leather jacket and shirt.

The weak posture of being exposed by others.

"Fate made you leave me and brought us back together today."

Geralt got the answer from Visenna's face blurred by tears.

Most of the hatred and complaints that had been dormant in my heart for decades were dissipated at this moment.

"I thought I would be happy to see you sad, but I feel the same sadness."

"Just like I still regard you as a relative."

"If you didn't have a trace of tenderness for me in your heart, you wouldn't have saved me, wouldn't have come to see me, and wouldn't have endured my harsh questioning."

"Thank you~IndoMTL.com~Visenna..." The demon hunter looked at the sobbing woman and said sincerely, his magnetic voice gained a touch of warmth, and his tense expression became relaxed, "You let me know that besides Vesemir, brother and lover, and a relative somewhere else, silently caring about me."

Geralt thought of several incidents he had intervened in in the past, including Princess Vizima who turned into a bloodthirsty demonic bird due to a curse, and Nevillen who turned into a monster...

In this world, only love can solve curses, pain, and rifts between loved ones.

A smile appeared on Geralt's stiff cheeks, and a few drops of liquid slid down his cheeks and into the corners of his mouth.

"I forgive you, Visenna."

"I forgive you!"

"Woo woo..."

The suppressed cries were completely released.

Mother and son embraced each other after decades of separation.

The chipmunk who was eavesdropping in the corner flicked his tail and slipped out of the window quietly.