The Divine Hunter Chapter 48: Birth

Among the towering snow-capped blue mountains.

Located in the middle of the snowfield, the majestic Kaer Morhen Fortress comes to life.

The accumulated weeds and fallen leaves in the courtyard were cleared away.

A large number of newly installed plum blossom stakes, pendulums, and dummies have enriched the training ground. Old and damaged courtyard benches, gazebos, and walls have been renovated and painted, and the spires of the towers are shining in the morning sun. glow.

The third building from the left is in a simple bedroom in the style of a witcher.

The two sorceresses were lying by the window, staring at the vast snowfield outside the castle, whispering.

"Lydia, it's been more than a month since you moved here. How do you feel?" Coral blue eyes glanced at the woman on the left.

Slender figure, with brown hair neatly tied into a ball on the back of his head.

Took off the magic mask that he had worn for twenty years, revealing his true face.

The upper half of the face exudes an elegant and intellectual temperament, with eyebrows as light as distant daisy, eyes as bright and calm as a pool surrounded by a forest, a delicate nose, and thin cherry-colored lips.

The area starting from the chin to the swan-like slender neck is like a nightmare.

covered with burn-like scars, scabs, and growths.

One hand wears a magical prosthesis.

"Sorry, Coral..." Her voice was hoarse and harsh, and her vocal cords and throat were severely damaged. "I served him for twenty years."

"For such a long time, he has been my master, my everything, and the center of all my actions." The black eyes were so confused that there was a layer of crystal mist. "I...I can't forget him."

"Yes. Wilgefortz is indeed a very outstanding man, regardless of his appearance or his abilities and magical attainments." Coral said, "But he will never fall in love with anyone, he only loves himself, The cruel words he said to you at the end made it clear. He just used you as a tool."

"You broke your principles many times for him, did many things against your will, and shouldered a huge burden."

"But you are different from them. Your conscience still exists, so Roy will be merciful!"

This name made Lydia's expression extremely complicated.

He glanced at his lifelike magical prosthetic limb.

Hate and gratitude intertwined.

The witcher completely ended her past life.

Pull her out of the quagmire, but she falls into the fog again.

Coral looked deeply at the woman and tried to persuade her politely,

"He has been dead for more than two months and has been expelled from the Wizarding Council. He can no longer take advantage of your heart and ruin your feelings. It's time to let it go, Lydia..."

"Live for yourself from now on." Lydia's black eyes looked at Coral with some confusion, and the latter gently hugged her shoulders,

"Kaer Morhen is a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Here we can study the many magical mysteries left by Vilgefortz."

"With so many children, it won't make anyone lonely."

"Do me a favor now and deal with point mutations and herbs. We will use them when he comes back." Coral said.

"Yeah."

……

Beside the incomplete fortress wall.

The white-faced man standing on the wooden support filled the wall with a brick. The dense square bricks below had already made up for most of the wall's defects.

A woman wearing a thick cotton coat with two sheep horns on her head thoughtfully handed him a kettle.

Askar took a sip and smiled softly at Pasia.

The six demon hunter apprentices under the city wall watched this show of affection eagerly, their pupils blazing with anger.

"Monty, your eyes are about to pop out! Concentrate and speed up. You didn't sleep well last night and are as slow as a turtle?"

"Not just last night, I haven't had a good sleep for two months in a row. Every night, Karl treats him as Vicki and hugs him tightly and almost suffocates him to death."

"Ahem!"

"It's not that Kaer Morhen has everything..." Monty had thick dark circles under his cornflower-colored eyes, and his tone was full of complaints, "In the end, there was only an empty stone house, and the five of us squeezed into one room. Bed."

"You have to make this bed yourself." Chanem added dissatisfiedly.

"It's not fair, Eskar, why do we have to do the hard work?" Akamtom excitedly waved the wooden trowel in the air, "We want to go on a winter outing with everyone!"

"You're right, we are not carpenters. Our hands should hold swords and release sigils, not pull saws." Chanem spoke, but he coordinated with Lloyd opposite him in a decent manner. , "Zila Zila" pulled the saw and sawed the logs on the shelf until sawdust flew.

On the left, Serrit and Oakes are using tools to polish a wooden bed that has begun to take shape and is about two meters long.

The focused look is like an art master sculpting a work.

“After two months of hard work, we renovated half of our home. Isn’t this a feat worthy of pride, pride and a sense of accomplishment?”

When this matter was mentioned, the twelve apprentices under the wall became angry.

They were deceived into working as free decoration workers for two months.

Wow, all the high expectations I had before coming were in vain!

"Besides, haven't you seen this area many times? You have listened to all the stories that need to be heard, and you have also paid homage to the graves of the seniors of the Wolf Faction."

Askar shook his head and smiled, and carefully placed a triangular brick on a triangular gap, "The Cyclops is dead, and only a skeleton is left. When the temperature drops, grizzly bears hibernate, and the human-faced monster bird rarely comes out. , the little mist demon has been eliminated by Karl long ago."

"The most you can do is look at the landscape. Isn't it boring? Why not learn some practical carpentry and masonry techniques from us?"

"If you don't become a witcher in the future, you can still make a living." Seret put away the planer, took out a wooden file from the carpentry box at his feet, and pushed it smoothly perpendicular to the wood grain, pushing out strips. It is as beautiful as the lines drawn by a master of oil painting.

"But didn't Roy say that there is a mountain over there hiding a family of trolls? If you bring a few bottles of vodka, you can talk to them. We didn't talk to them last time." Karl glanced at Ling People were dizzy with the drawings, struggling to figure it out, and outlined a circle in the middle of the log.

"Hey, you still want to make friends with trolls?" Oaks looked around at the twelve apprentices with evil intentions, "You are the ones with little arms and legs, be careful you will be caught by them and cooked with snails. Turn into a pot of meat. Trolls are no better than temple guards. Their fists are bigger than your heads, and their skin is so thick that they are invulnerable! Human cubs who love to eat fine-skinned and tender meat."

"Ah!" Suddenly, the seven young apprentices who had not passed the trial looked at each other and shrank their necks.

But the five new demon hunters sneered and were full of fighting spirit.

"You little ones with little experience and want to meet the trolls must first memorize my paper." Seret said proudly.

"If you are tired of it," Eskar wiped the sweat from his forehead, "go find a vigorous knight to spar."

The twelve apprentices immediately shook their heads desperately, with disgust written on their faces.

"Why don't you leave, Lord Grim?"

When I think about the blond man who has been harassing, challenging, and repeatedly brainwashing them with the Knights Creed in the past two months, every little face turns into a bitter melon.

They have never seen a guy who is obviously serious and upright, but is still so thick-skinned, as if he has fixed himself on the moral high ground and loves to stalk.

……

The back mountain of Kaer Morhen, a steep path beside the cliff.

Looking down from the decayed wooden fence, you can see the green space covered with light snow, the swaying pine forest, and the mist-shrouded hillsides in the distance.

A broad river flows into the canyon between the two mountains, and the faint sound of gurgling water can be heard.

"A sneeze!"

The blond knight suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"I swear by the honor of a knight, someone must be slandering me behind my back."

He said to himself and looked at the witcher ahead,

"Sir Cohen, is there really the legendary Lady of the Lake in this river? We have been dueling every day for the past two months, performing exquisite swordsmanship."

"Why is the lady in the lake never moved and never come out to see us?"

The tall demon hunter with three-color pupils and a short beard is climbing up a small **** on the edge of a cliff as nimbly as a civet cat,

In the woods in the middle of the river.

You can vaguely see more than thirty children laughing and playing, picking herbs, painting, reciting poetry, fishing, and even playing hide and seek.

There were bursts of bustling laughter.

"According to Roy, your experience has perfectly met the requirements of a person with five virtues." Cohen tightened his collar in the cold wind and pursed his lips covertly, "It's just a little short of..."

"A little?"

"Well...as a guest, you must first restrain your inner impulses and stop pestering everyone for duels day and night, let alone harass those children." Cohen turned his head and spoke to him seriously Said, "They are demon hunters, not knights, and will not be easily brainwashed."

"Um..." Grim squeezed the hilt of his sword, quickened his pace and walked side by side to him, "I swear on the honor of a knight! This is an old habit I have developed since I was a child, and I can't change it for a while. Having said that, After these two months of repeated defeats, I feel that my martial arts skills have improved quite a bit."

If the knight does not use the ancestral soul weapon, he will have some interactions with the apprentices.

"I urgently need a reference, such as Cassirer. Mr. Korn, what is going on with him, and why has he been to Skellige for so long without any response?"

"Maybe King Bran has chopped off the head of the Nilfgaard Knight..." Cohen smiled at him, "Don't be nervous, it's just a joke. Maybe Cassirer found a new goal in life on the island and was so happy. I don’t want to come back!”

……

Little Skellige.

In the courtyard of King Bran's castle.

Kasier, wearing a black leather apron and holding a short-haired body brush under his gloves, brushed the last black horse in the stable, patted the mane on its long neck, and smiled bitterly.

After he originally asked to see Ciri, Geralt decisively refused. The witcher could not forgive himself as the person who kidnapped Ciri.

But when he was desperate, another demon hunter Roy gave him a chance.

This person’s performance was still fresh in Cassirer’s memory. His eyes were sharp and trusting, as if he had known him for a long time.

With Roy's help, Cassirer successfully arrived at Little Skellige Island. Unfortunately, he failed to meet the little princess of his dreams, so he was imprisoned by King Bran for being a "Nilfgaardian spy". One week.

I don’t know why, but he was released and became a servant in the castle. He was assigned a hard job as a groom, working from morning to night without even touching the ground. Feed and brush the horses of the King of the Islands, and sleep in primitive little houses next to the stables that are full of livestock odor.

As an elite knight of Nilfgaard, taking care of horses is a compulsory course, and it comes easily to him.

It's a pity that on weekdays, he can't even see the housekeeper, let alone the little princess.

Cassir clearly felt that someone was watching him.

But he accepted it calmly, and soon after following Grim on the road, he was no longer an agent of Nilfgaard, but just a sinner seeking redemption in a humble way.

Today is different from the past.

The atmosphere was very different early in the morning.

The expressions of the cooks and servants in the castle were nervous and expectant.

It was like a day before a storm, like a day of ice and snow, when the sun was about to break through the thick clouds.

The black horse stuck out its tongue playfully and licked the groom's neck.

He touched the horse's neck and stared intently at the upper levels of the castle.

"What is going on in that house, and who are the important people there?"

……

On the second floor of the castle, outside a closed door, the corridor was filled with anxious people.

King Bran in a thick bearskin cloak, Queen Bilna with carefully put on makeup and rouge on her face, and her son Svenregi with two delicate beards.

Kratz Anklet and a pair of children.

Black-haired and white-haired witchers.

And Shiri, who was wearing a light blue princess dress and dressed like a little lady, was mumbling, clenching and unclenching her fists, spinning around in the corridor, her emerald green eyes like those blown by the strong wind. The forest is full of worries.

"Stop spinning, Shirley, spinning makes me dizzy and getting more and more angry!" Kratz Ann Clayt grabbed her niece's braid with her rough hands, and her son Hal Ma touched the scar on her face and joked,

"Xili, it's not you who is giving birth to the baby, so it's useless for you to be so anxious!"

"Humph!" The little girl snorted softly, and her delicate jade fingers made a crisp sound. Halma's left hand immediately covered her mouth uncontrollably.

"Ciri, you are great, but don't use magic on your brothers." Caris pleaded.

"Huh! Grandma is so old, you didn't hear her screaming in pain just now."

"And I finally have an aunt, both of them must be safe!"

Ciri walked over and took the big hand of the white-haired demon hunter on the other side of the corridor.

Halma breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head sadly. After Xili learned magic from Yennefer, he could cure himself with one hand. How could he ask her to be his wife in the future?

"Ciri, actually they are right." Geralt stared at the door with dark cat eyes, touched the girl's silver hair, and said comfortingly, "Calanthe has already had a childbirth experience...and is in good physical condition. It’s always good, plus Ye’s care..."

After saying this, Bai Lang couldn't help but smile.

He never thought that there would be a day when the majestic sorceress would transform into a midwife and deliver the baby to a queen.

But she is also quite old, so it is not surprising that she knows some medical knowledge for women.

The little girl pursed her lips and nodded.

"Ciri is quite calm, but your Excellency..." Svenridge turned his eyes to the left side of the door. The black-haired demon hunter was sitting on a short stool beside the corridor, looking up from time to time at the closed door. The door opened, with a tense face and ears pricked up to listen to the screams inside.

Then he covered his face and took a deep breath, stood up and walked anxiously.

The tension is brewing.

That look looked exactly like a father anxiously waiting for the birth of his child outside the delivery room.

Several Skellige royals looked at Roy with complicated expressions. They had long heard from Calanthe that the demon hunter had entered into an accidental law with his unborn child.

If it weren’t for the Skellige people believing in goddesses and destiny.

I've long cut this daring guy into pieces!

"Wow-wow-"

A loud and clear cry suddenly came from the delivery room.

Everyone in the corridor immediately swarmed around the wooden door. Xili stood at the front, her eyes as wide as a pair of green lanterns, holding her breath.

"Tap-tat-tat..."

The sound of anxious footsteps.

"Crunch"

The door opens.

Before delivery.

Yennefer, dressed in soft, comfortable, clean white clothes, had deep shock on her pale, tapered face, and her black curly hair was swaying behind her head.

Violet eyes stared at the newborn in Calanthe's arms, full of surprise

Amidst the diffuse water vapor and the firelight of the fireplace.

The former Queen of Sintra, her face filled with maternal glory, looked lovingly at a small and cute baby girl in her arms

The umbilical cord has just been cut, and there is white sebum on the purple skin.

"Haha! My good brother and sister! You have done a great job! The bloodline of East can finally be continued!" King Bran looked at the baby girl with his cloudy eyes, smiling from ear to ear, and his hairy hands nervously Wiping on the thick clothes on his body, "Bless Freya, this little fat figure weighs at least nine pounds, and is worthy of being the daughter of the sea. Caris, how about giving her the nickname of Skellige's Little Sparrowhawk from now on?"

Caris was smiling even with the freckles on her face. She was obviously fascinated by the little guy and kept nodding.

Calanthe turned his head and glanced at everyone, and could only nod gratefully, too weak to even speak.

“This little guy has red lips and white teeth,” Queen Bierna giggled and praised with brilliant eyes, “He will definitely be a great beauty in the future!”

"Woo, aren't you talking nonsense, my aunt..." Xili's little face was wrinkled, surprised and confused, and she muttered imperceptibly, "Why is it so ugly, the skin is purple, and the skin is covered with White and dirty stuff."

“Ugly girl!” Yennefer suddenly glared at Ciri like a hen protecting her calf, “Even if you are a god, you cannot be as beautiful as a fairy when you are born.”

"When you first left your mother's belly, you were much uglier than this little guy!"

"Huh? Don't scare me!"

"Get out of the way, Shirley, and let me kiss this little cutie."

"Kratz! Your hands are so dirty, don't use your beard. They smell of wine, salted fish, and overnight dinner. If you kiss me, this kid will get sick!"

"The children of Skellige are not so squeamish!"

"Wow-wow-"

"See, you ugly guy made the little guy cry."

Geralt frowned and looked between Ye and Kratz, always feeling that they were a little too familiar.

"Hey, let me come, I just drank strong wine and disinfected it." King Bran rubbed his rough, bear-like hands,

"Wow-wow-"

"Sorry, Your Majesty Bran, she doesn't seem to like you very much. Geralt, don't stare so wide, be careful to scare her!"

"Xili, don't poke your aunt in the face! Stay away from her and pay attention to the chain reaction!"

Yennefer's frantic warning echoed in the delivery room.

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Master Roy..." Calanthe suddenly turned around and glanced at the demon hunter who was far away, with a look of anticipation and fear on his face,

"What are you doing standing there, Roy? I didn't hear her calling you!" Ye looked like a protector.

"Um, I..." The young demon hunter rushed up after hearing the call, staring straight at the ugly duckling with wrinkled skin and bald head, and an indescribable sense of wonder arose spontaneously.

Joy and bond.

A secret but close connection appeared between myself and this little baby girl.

Obviously I am not yet eighteen years old.

But he and she are connected by blood.

The ancient blood began to cheer and resonate softly, and the demon hunter felt slightly tipsy.

Looking dazed.

"Master Roy..." Calanthe raised his sweaty face, a smile flashed through his emerald green eyes, "Can you give this child a name?"

"What?!" Everyone in the bedroom was shocked.

A royal lady was named by a demon hunter.

What did Calanthe think?

"Grandma, why did you ask Roy to name your aunt? Can't I do it?" Shirley pouted reluctantly,

"Brothers and sisters, you have to think carefully. It is true that Master Roy has helped you a lot, but..." King Bran comforted softly.

The Queen and the Kratz family shook their heads.

"Everyone, this is the will of fate, and the goddess Freya will not disobey it!"

Calanthe whispered, she was obviously determined, and she lifted the baby towards the witcher with a firm expression.

Odd to say.

As soon as the little baby girl got close to Roy, she stopped crying, blinked her big green eyes, giggled non-stop, and stretched out her chubby hand towards him!

Emerald Castle's eyes sparkled with nostalgia.

It was obviously the first time they met.

But the baby girl seemed to have known him for a long time and trusted the demon hunter in front of her without reservation.

Roy's left hand couldn't help but pass through the newborn's back~IndoMTL.com~ to protect her head, neck and part of her back. His right hand passed through the other side, protecting her hips and waist, and carefully lifted her Lifted up.

The fire flickered.

Suddenly, the baby girl turned into the girl in the vision the witcher had seen

Wearing a thin veil, her face is blurred, she is petite, has black hair, and her pupils are as green as a virgin forest.

The originally restless and boiling ancient blood calmed down.

Thanks to her unconditional trust, the ancient blood in their bodies blended like water and milk.

Roy obviously felt that he could easily mobilize the ancient blood in her body to strengthen the power of time and space.

"Her name is Eleni,"

The ancient meaning of beauty and luck.

The words fell.

The invisible chain links the heartbeats of the two people.

The witcher was shocked, and the bond between him and the unexpected daughter became deeper.

Close your eyes, and in addition to the position, you can even clearly feel the other person's breathing, strong heartbeat, and physical health.

"Eleni, do you like this name?" Calanthe quickly hugged her little daughter and gently touched her chest with her fingers, "Giggle..."

"My dear little daughter, from now on you will be called Eleni Fiona Tursek Leanne..."

"Giggle..." The baby girl's cheerful and lively laughter filled the entire bedroom.

Everyone couldn't help but smile.

"Master Roy, thank you for your trouble!" Calanthe smiled at the demon hunter, "I named her, and you will have to take care of her more in the future to protect her life."

Roy felt a warm bond in his heart, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said loudly, word by word,

"Eleni, my unexpected daughter, my destiny, I will keep you safe for the rest of your life!"

"By the name of the Witcher Roy!"

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End of volume.