The Divine Hunter Chapter 1: Yennefer

Dear good friend,

I haven't heard from you since we last met on Cinco de Mayo night two years ago. After the Battle of Mount Corsodon, rumors spread that the Northern Brotherhood of Warlocks had suffered heavy losses.

I couldn't suppress the worry in my heart. I went to the Eight-person Hill to take a look. When I confirmed that your name was not on the monument, the joy I felt was indescribable.

I have to admit to you, Ye, I will never forget you. In the boring and peaceful life in the past, you were a rare bright spot. Without your company, I am often distracted and you appear in my mind for no reason. your face, the lilacs and currants, the black hair, the mole at the corner of your mouth.

I just want to make sure, how are you doing?

I heard that you also participated in that huge war. Were you injured? Was the injury serious? Do you need someone to take care of you?

As long as you say a word, I will come to accompany you.

But dear friend, if you are in good health, would you like to condescend to come to my home for a gathering? The unexpected "gift" brought by fate that you mentioned to me last time has been I found it and took it home.

Her name is Shili, and now she is Falga.

I know few warlocks, and you are the most trustworthy. You should be able to keep my secret.

Come and see, right here in Novigrad...

I look forward to your visit.

Your friend, Geralt.

……

The white envelope is folded in front of the dressing table.

The sorceress wearing a black dress and a white lace shirt looked at the pale cone-shaped face in the mirror, her violet eyes sparkling with charm behind her black eyelashes, and her thin lips curled up.

Geralt has never been good at expressing his feelings. He hides everything in his shell like a turtle. He only shows up when the weather is clear and the sun is shining brightly to let you take a look at him.

And he loves to be circuitous, and he would never be able to say such direct and disgusting love words, except for those three words.

"Geralt, who is the master behind your back?"

But I have to say that the sorceress was in a very happy mood after reading the letter. The stubborn guy finally bowed to him, and he followed his own advice to find the unexpected daughter.

I should give him something sweet to taste.

Hiri?

The slender eyebrows are slightly furrowed, this name is impressive.

Recently there have been frequent rumors among the Warlock Brotherhood management and the King in the North.

The woman quickly put on shiny lipstick, put on black leather gloves, stood up, waved back, and a dazzling magic light burst out from her fingertips.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, a square space door appeared in the center of the luxurious and exquisite room.

The cleansing wind caused the black velvet ribbon to ripple around her graceful neck.

She took one step in.

……

The carriage drove through the muddy path behind the Seven Cats Hotel in the south of Nuo City and stopped in front of a dense alder forest.

A dark high-heeled shoe landed on the ground. The petite sorceress walked slowly along the forest path, her eyes flashing with surprise. The road in the deep forest was actually paved with bluestone slabs. It was not as crude as the countryside at all. ,dirty.

Every few dozen steps you take, you can see cutely naive human-shaped guide signs to prevent you from getting lost.

Also along the way, colorful spring flowers are blooming and fragrant beside the alder trees, making people feel like they are surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers and trees. The short ten-minute journey is not enough to appreciate this stunning scenery.

At the end, Yennefer couldn't help but be dazzled as her eyes followed the plaque hanging with "Gawain's House".

Is this really a desolate, silent, and dilapidated Witcher Academy?

Inside the fence, exquisite wooden houses are shining in the sunshine. The walls are painted with blue sky and white clouds, and children's graffiti of dancing and singing children holding hands.

A black and yellow dachshund walked around the yard lively, waving its big fan-like ears, sticking out its tongue, and barking softly.

Two complete strangers, witchers, were instructing three children in archery by the farmland.

In a room that looked like a blacksmith shop, Master Vesemir, dripping with sweat, was wielding a blacksmith hammer and tapping a prototype of a chest protector on the iron felt.

The sound of reading loudly came from the classroom, and the figures sitting upright almost made her mistakenly think that she was in some aristocratic private school.

Under the willow tree on the right side of the yard, seven children under the age of ten were engaged in one-on-one sword duels, or avoiding double pendulums that kept spinning like windmills, showing their keen skills beyond their years.

"Hu-hu-"

There was a terrifying and huge noise in the sky.

Yennefer's expression tightened, and a brown gryphon flew out from the top of the alder forest, hovering in the sky above her head, its wings beating in the strong wind, and roaring happily.

Where is this place, where monsters appear in broad daylight?

The witchers in the yard are just decorations?

The sorceress’ pretty face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and she held the obsidian pendant around her neck as if facing a formidable enemy.

The magic runes flickered, and a shield enveloped her slim body.

"Ms. Yennefer? Don't be nervous, Gorfen will not hurt you!"

A witcher wearing a hood, leather armor, and a face as thin and simple as a peasant came over from the field and smiled at her friendly and warmly,

"Welcome to the House of Gawain! I am Oakes of the Witcher Brotherhood," the man stretched out his hand, and the sorceress reservedly stretched out her fingertips and touched it gently,

In the field, another devil hunter with a hooked nose and a slightly gloomy face and three children cast curious glances here.

"Where is Geralt?" The sorceress had a slightly charming face. The griffin named Gorfin landed on the ground and immediately rushed to the training ground beside the willow tree.

The seven children jumped on her with shouts, hugged him affectionately, and stroked his furry and warm body.

It completely lost the majesty and pride of an apex predator. It roared and carried several children in circles around the wooden pile.

The cry was full of helplessness.

The sorceress's eyelids jumped at the sight, but she controlled the magic power. She had never seen such an "approachable" griffin beast. Is this a fake griffin beast?

"Geralt doesn't know that you are here today and are working outside with five cubs."

"Work?"

"Those five little cubs have passed the test and begun to learn to be self-reliant."

"I have the liberty to ask," Yennefer followed Oaks into the conference room on the west side. During the process, a tough bald man and a man with a terrible scar on his face nodded at her, and then It's a witcher,

"What on earth is this place? Why are there so many children, and why are there so many demon hunters, not only the wolf sect, but also the snake sect?" Yennefer glanced at the twisted snake around Oaks' neck. Pendant, she couldn't figure out how demon hunters from different schools could come together.

Unheard of.

"Didn't Geralt explain it to you? That's right. He must think it's not explained clearly in the letter. Gawain's House can be said to be simple or complex," Oakes said, shaking his head. "You can understand it. It will become a high-end welfare home where homeless orphans can learn knowledge and make a living. The relationship between everyone is teacher and student."

"Those children exercising under the willow tree don't look normal, a little...too healthy."

"Madam, your vision is really accurate!" Oakes didn't hide it either. "They have taken some potions that are good for the body and mind, the secret formula of the witcher... but they have not entered the mutation stage yet."

"When did the demon hunters change their career to charity?" Yennefer looked directly into his eyes and pursed her lips, "I think you are establishing a secret academy specifically to train demon hunters on the outskirts of Novo City!"

"You haven't noticed? The children in the room have not received any modification." Oaks pulled the rope of the hood and said sincerely, "We respect personal wishes and will never force anyone who is willing to embark on the road of trial. It's just a small amount...you don't need to worry."

Yennefer's black hair shook and she temporarily suppressed her doubts.

"So who is Ciri among these children?" The sorceress's cold and proud voice was a little more nervous.

"She is studying in the classroom, let me show you."

……

Xili was wearing a light blue dress, and her mouse-gray hair was neatly tied into a ponytail.

With a smile on his face, he held his small chin with his left hand.

Green eyes glanced at the scarred teacher Kai Yan on the podium and the attentive classmates around him.

After leaving Christidade’s home in Livia, it had only been more than a month since I came to Gawain’s House.

She has fallen in love with this place.

Dozens of friends of the same age play, study together, and enjoy ordinary but delicious food every day.

When you have free time, you can play with the little black dog in the yard and the griffons in the alder forest.

Exercise with the boys.

This is exactly the life she once dreamed of.

Unfortunately, I don’t know when I can go to Skellige to visit my grandma.

Xili pursed her lips.

Looking towards the window sill on the right, a sorceress with a strange and beautiful face stood there - petite and slim, with a naturally pointed chin raised, looking very proud.

There are more than a dozen boys and girls in the classroom.

But Yennefer's eyes were fixed on the little girl with gray hair.

I recognized Xiri at first sight.

It seems that there is already some hidden but strong connection between them.

At the same time, a strange desire arose in my heart to be close to her and protect her.

……

"Oakes, who is she?" During the break, Ciri was called to the conference room alone by the witcher, her big eyes flickering at the sorceress, full of curiosity,

"Geralt told you," Oakes looked out the window at the black dogs teasing and the students chasing roosters in the yard, "Yennefer, the sorceress from Vengerberg, is here to help you."

"Oh——" Xili's tone was very long, her big eyes turned roundly, with a hint of ridicule, which made Yennefer blush for the first time, like an elder who had been exposed to scandal. "Geralt said..."

The little girl rushed to Yennefer with small steps, held her slightly cold and smooth hand, and said awkwardly, "He misses you so much that he misses you during the day and sleeps with me in his arms at night." When I was there, I was calling your name."

"Pfft..." Yennefer laughed so hard that the indifferent temperament she tried to maintain on her face was broken, and she lightly tapped the girl's head with her black-gloved fingers.

Xili immediately covered her little head and blinked her eyelashes innocently, looking pitiful.

"You have such a sweet little mouth, but don't try to lie to me. Even if you put Geralt in Dandelion's mouth, he wouldn't be able to say such beautiful words."

Xili immediately stopped talking when her lie was exposed.

Yennefer turned to Oakes again, "What plans do you have for this child? Her identity is extremely sensitive, so she is now called Falga..."

Violet eyes swept the girl up and down. From those eyes, Ciri saw dancing flames, raging winds, shaking earth, and rushing rivers... She was a little afraid of the sorceress's scrutiny.

"This is why we invited you here, we want to discuss her future together." Oakes touched the package on his leather jacket and said sincerely, "The resident mage of the Witcher Brotherhood has a lot of experimental projects on hand. I'm too busy to spare the time to guide her alone. I can only ask you."

"Other warlocks?"

"Rita Needle, Lady Triss Merigold, and Kalkstan, but Triss is not here right now."

"Triss actually has contact with you? So my best friend has met Geralt a long time ago and kept it secret from me for so long!" Yennefer made a surprised tsk sound in her mouth, " If I remember correctly, Coral has never appeared in the Warlock Brotherhood for more than a year, nor has he responded to Vilgefortz's call to participate in the Battle of Sodden Mountain. It turns out that he is hiding here with you in 'reclusion'."

Oakes wiped his cold sweat, feeling that he had revealed too much unintentionally, "You can ask them face to face if you have the chance."

"Ms. Yennefer, do you have powerful magic? Stronger than Grandma Rita and Grandpa Kalkstein?" Ciri suddenly interjected,

Oakes covered his face.

"Giggle, did I hear you right?" Yennefer covered her red lips and giggled, "You are actually called Grandma Coral. Who told you to call you that?"

"Teacher Lambert."

"No wonder, that bad mouth will bring him death sooner or later. Let's get to the point, if you ask about magic, I know a little bit about it."

"Can you," the girl asked shyly, her face flushed, "use magic and spells to turn me into a boy?"

"What did you say?" Yennefer's eyes became stern.

"As a boy, I can learn how to be a witcher, practice swordsmanship with Monty and Carl, jump on wooden stakes, and kill water ghosts. That is much more interesting than reading and literacy!"

"Don't even think about it!" Yennefer interrupted her coldly, her black hair bouncing on her shoulders, "The witcher's mutation will destroy your ability and bloodline. I can teach you stronger skills!"

Ochs looked displeased. How despicable are the witchers? Why did they waste Ciri's talent?

Some unusual noises suddenly came from the yard, attracting the sorceress's attention.

Five upright boys wearing dirty leather armor, carrying steel swords on their backs, walked out of the alder forest and walked into the yard.

Their limbs are long and slender, and the slender muscles on the exposed forearms are streamlined, making them appear healthy and energetic.

The oldest one is less than thirteen years old. He is full of heroic spirit, with a particularly childish look on his face, but when he looks around, he reveals a chilling air that many adults do not possess.

Their pupils were amber, dark gold, and scarlet respectively, like wild beast-like vertical pupils.

The witcher's exclusive badges are worn around the neck, but they are not uniform: cat, wolf, griffon, viper... shining with the light of magic.

They are like a group of heroes returning triumphantly from the battlefield

The children taking recess and those exercising under the willow tree all gathered around, clamoring and reaching out to ask for gifts.

Pairs of small hands passed some small and exquisite objects, the claws and teeth of wild animals or some kind of monster...

Even Xili couldn't wait to get out, but Oaks caught the back of the neck with a blow.

"It makes you laugh. These five children have just passed the Green Grass Trial, and they can only go to the sewers to find lost cats and dogs, and deal with water ghosts and evil ghosts. Just in case, Geralt also Follow them."

The white-haired witcher walked out from behind them expressionlessly.

My eyes passed over the five apprentices who were showing off their stinky farts to their companions, and then turned to the left, and I was caught off guard by the surprise.

For more than two years, the face that had only appeared in dreams reappeared, as well as the scent of lilac and gooseberry that he had never forgotten.

The dark cat eyes stopped on the sorceress.

Yennefer returned the smile.

"Ye...you're here, you're still the same as you were two years ago."

"Dear good friend, you have changed a lot. There are fewer wrinkles on your face and you look much younger. Isn't it just that when you are often with children, your mentality becomes younger?"

She pushed the hair that covered her forehead. Her curly hair was no longer tied in a golden hair net, but spread over her shoulders. Her clothes, as always, only had two colors-black and white.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Geralt's face, and he cursed himself.

Originally Roy strongly suggested that he address the letter as "dear", but Geralt awkwardly added the words "good friend". The only content determined by Lott independently.

Now comes retribution.

Her lips pursed into a line~IndoMTL.com~ Suddenly she reached out and pulled Ciri in front of her, blocking her and the witcher. The little girl subconsciously reached out and grabbed the witcher's rough and thick body. With his big hands, a close and wonderful connection emerged between the three of them.

"You know, every letter from you will bring me endless happiness. In order to thank you for the 'happiness' you give me, I am here."

The sorceress said meaningfully, "You are doing the right thing, Ciri...oh no, Falga's identity is sensitive, and only trustworthy people can guide her."

Emerald green eyes looked between the two of them.

Ciri felt that Geralt was obviously a head shorter than Yennefer, as if he was kneeling at the feet of this lady.

She couldn't help but curl her lips as she found a good way to deal with Geralt.

"But first, you have to explain to me clearly, what is the Witcher Brotherhood? What is your purpose?"

"The process is a bit long."

"It doesn't matter, I have plenty of patience."