The Divine Hunter Chapter 39: Illusion

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At night, Sintra Castle, a magnificent bedroom.

Callanthe in front of the dressing table was taking off her gorgeous makeup from the day. The beauty in the mirror still had the charm, her skin was still smooth and firm, and her figure under the corset was well maintained, without any signs of deformation.

But her fair complexion gradually became darker, a few thin crow's feet appeared in the corners of her eyes, shallow nasolabial folds appeared on both sides of the bridge of her nose, and there were a few white hairs in her hair.

A hint of melancholy flashed through Calanthe's emerald green eyes. At 44, she was no longer young. It could even be said that she had very little time left.

After listening to the witcher's words, she already had a rough idea of ​​the future, and an unprecedentedly strong intuition told her——

No matter how hard Cintra struggled and resisted, it could not escape its doom in the end.

She turned and looked back.

Easter was wearing a loose white nightgown and meditating hard in front of the war sand table next to the bed. He supported his chin with his right hand and his beard hung down to his chest.

The results of the rehearsal were extremely unsatisfactory. The bright magic lights illuminated the bloodshot eyes, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

Calanthe looked away and sighed leisurely.

She suffered a lot in her life, including miscarriage, being a widow, and being criticized and cursed by most people, including her subjects. But at the same time, she also enjoyed supreme glory. As a woman, she controlled the kingdom's political power for decades. Year.

In the second half of her life, she met a husband who loved her deeply and had a naughty granddaughter by her side, allowing her to enjoy family happiness.

Ke Calanthe has always hidden a huge regret - this regret sprouted after she suffered consecutive miscarriages during the period of her first husband. Pavetta thrived after her death. But after hearing Roy's words, it was difficult for East and herself to This regret reached its peak when Ciri struggled to survive after escaping death.

She wants to change something, for herself and her family.

"East, we still have time to prepare, don't be too hasty. Come here and rest early!" Calanthe, wearing a thin translucent nightgown, sat back on the soft bright yellow bed, resting his chin on one hand. The index finger of the other hand hooked towards her husband, with a hint of blush on her cheeks.

Easter was bewildered by his wife's astonishing beauty, his eyes ignited with blazing fire, and then he shook his head with firm eyes, "I have to stay up all night today to come up with a feasible plan, and I will discuss it with Paris tomorrow. ”

"Come in quickly!"

"...Okay, as you command, my Majesty the Queen."

East put down the chess piece with a wry smile, and his bear-like strong body quickly shrank into the quilt. The big black-haired hands hugged his wife's shoulders, and the two of them touched each other cheek to cheek, leaning on the bed and enjoying each other tenderly for a moment.

"Easter, I have something to announce to you."

"Hesitating is not the style of the Lioness of Sintra."

"Let's... let's have a child?" Calanse was as gentle as water, stroking her husband's rough face under his thick beard with her delicate hands, "I'll give you a blood heir!"

East raised his eyebrows, turned around and looked at his wife in surprise. The originally warm and warm atmosphere in the room instantly cooled down.

"Didn't we discuss it when we got married? Enjoy the world of two people for a lifetime."

"But no one expected that something would happen to Pavetta. Now we don't have a child..." Calanthe's eyes were sad, "If I remember correctly, don't you regret that you never married a wife and had children before me? ”

"In my heart, Xili is my biological granddaughter..."

"If the witcher's prophecy comes true, neither you nor I will be here anymore. Your granddaughter will live alone in this world without any relatives, how pitiful it is."

"She still has to face the dangers of the world alone. Although the demon hunter keeps claiming that the law of accident is unbreakable, this connection is not as good as family and blood ties after all!"

"No, I swear as the son of the Islands!" East held her tightly in his arms, his voice was sonorous and powerful, "I will not let anything happen to you, you will survive!"

"And my relatives in Skellige will regard Ciri as their own, Hjalmar as her brother, and Keris as her sister forever."

Calanthe shook his head dissatisfied.

"I am an old woman in her forties. I have had two miscarriages, but I dare to try a third time! What are you worried about and what are you afraid of?" She stared at her husband with a rude tone, "Why don't you want to Accept your own blood? Tell me the real reason."

She looked gloomy and sad, "In the past few years, I respected your opinion and allowed the courtiers and nobles to talk about it - Calanthe is a hen that can't lay eggs!"

Easter’s bearded cheeks instantly turned red, and his beard trembled with shame.

For so many years, my wife has been stigmatized because of her selfish thoughts.

Everything that happened during the day, the terrifying prophecies of the demon hunter, and the future that he had seen when he looked at the stars at night, were all revealed.

He suddenly realized that if he continued to hide it, his secret thoughts would be buried in the soil.

The wife will always be wronged.

He couldn't help but tell the truth.

"I have seen the scene where Pavetta's magic power was out of control - and the royal family of Cintra, starting from your mother's generation, has magic blood and ancient blood flowing in their bodies... If our children are born, He possesses the power to overpower everything, and then inherits the fiery character of the son of the sea."

He took a deep breath and said word by word, "Forcibly combining two incompatible personalities will be a disaster for Skellige, Cintra, and even the entire world!"

A trace of surprise flashed across Calanthe's face. This was the first time she heard such a statement. Only then did she realize that her husband had such heavy concerns in his heart, and she couldn't help but hold her husband's hand tenderly.

"If you think about it carefully, do fishermen never go sailing again because they are afraid of violent storms?"

"Farmers are worried about bad weather and insect pests, so they give up sowing?"

"Are you going to give up your bloodline because of this undetermined worry?"

"Remember, any child is a gift from God, not some disaster or curse in your mouth!"

East lowered her head, breathing heavily with guilt.

"What's more, our child doesn't even have a shadow, and no one knows what the future will be like." Calanthe said, "We can't deprive her/him of the right to be born for this unfounded reason."

"But it's too late to say anything now, there is less than a year left before the war breaks out."

The big man from Angzang revealed what he had been feeling for many years and sincerely repented, "I'm sorry for you."

"As long as you think about it, time will never be too late and nothing is impossible." Calanthe's eyes were bright.

"And you should apologize to the unborn child..." The woman pressed her slender hand on her husband's chest, pushed him gently and irresistibly, and pushed him backwards on the blanket, her charming eyes and stretched graceful curves East's blood boiled, "Now, you must cooperate with me..."

A beautiful and speechless night.

……

The next morning, the sky was filled with gray light.

The little princess of Sintra escaped from the "prison" where she had been imprisoned for more than half a year for the first time in a long time. Accompanied by two demon hunters, the maid Coriel, and a team of disguised soldiers, she wore a pink full-body soft cloak. Rushing onto the street like a little red riding hood.

The group entered the noisy and bustling market square of Sintra.

At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, the market is crowded with people and the dazzling goods... The shouts of vendors, the mooing of cows, the bleating of sheep, the clucking of chickens and the croaking of ducks are all mixed together. The ball burst into the little girl's ears, and she immediately felt dizzy.

She giggled unconvinced, and rushed into the crowd with her feet greased.

Beside the fish tank, a customer was holding a fat-headed fish and was bargaining loudly with a blushing face. The businessman was shaving his nails with a sharp knife, looking calm and refusing to give in.

Suddenly a petite body was hit hard, and the fat-headed fish fell to the ground.

Xili stepped on it and slid forward a full ten meters like a skateboard with wide eyes, knocking over a chicken coop and pulling off the waistband of a fat woman.

The fat woman exposed the fat "swim ring" on her belly, held up her pants dangerously, opened her mouth so much that her tonsils could be seen, and was about to roar like a soprano.

A handsome man suddenly appeared in front of her, took off his sunglasses and grinned.

The beast-like heterochromatic pupils made her swallow the scream again.

The witcher immediately followed the naughty little boy.

A girl with a round face was sweating profusely and apologized to the surrounding vendors and customers to make amends.

"Slow down! Ciri, if you keep running, don't even think about riding the gryphon tonight!"

"Ah, I was wrong...please don't be so cruel!"

Ciri obediently returned to the witcher, holding Roy with her left hand and Geralt with her right hand. A pair of green eyes glanced at the black cat in Roy's special hood, and then looked around lively. She I saw a halfling with hairy feet exposed, dancing a dagger into an afterimage like a juggling act, "Whoosh..." Beautiful flower knives appeared on the entire surface of a leg of lamb on the grill.

A half-elf was smoking a long wooden pipe, spitting out strange white circles ranging from small to large.

"What a special taste, what is that?"

"That's something only adults can taste."

"But I'm hungry," she rubbed her belly and wrinkled her face pitifully, "If I don't eat enough, I won't have the strength to ride the gryphon at night."

"Here are three." Roy took three squid rings coated in egg liquid and deep-fried until golden brown from the vendor next to him. The two adults and one child each shared one.

Ciri devoured her first squid ring like a cat eating.

He swallowed another apple pie with grape juice, sucking his fingers with unsatisfied taste. .

"That's enough, Xili, ladies should eat less to stay in shape." Roy joked, "Besides, these things are not as good as the delicacies in the palace."

"No way!" Xili shook her head and complained, "Grandma won't let me eat this, she won't let me eat anywhere, and the food she prepares for me doesn't have any salty taste at all! So I want to eat it this time Enough!"

"Children are in a stage of rapid development, so they can eat as much as they want." Geralt touched her little red riding hood and nodded.

Xili dragged two demon hunters and walked around the market with a bunch of soldiers disguised as ordinary citizens. She followed her instinct of foraging and came to a beef stew stall and moved. nose, showing a happy expression.

"I want to eat a bowl!" She found a seat at random and sat down, not bothering at all about the grease and stains on the bench.

Roy and Geralt sat down next to her, but their eyes drifted to another table involuntarily——

A man dressed in gray casual clothes, with a tall and tall body and blond hair, was feasting on a bowl of potatoes and beef. Suddenly feeling strange attention, I turned around with a surprised smile on my face.

"Swearing in the name of a knight must be God's will!"

He sat down directly with the bowl in hand.

"Good morning, two masters!"

"Good day, Knight Grimm."

Geralt's steaming plate was brought to Ciri. The little girl couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful and stuffed the whole spoon into her little mouth. She narrowed her eyes comfortably and made a purring sound.

"You didn't go back to Toussaint with Archduke Raymond?"

Roy looked around, and the arrogant plate armor and domineering sword of justice were not around him.

"In the name of the knight, I am unemployed." Grim suddenly smiled, with no trace of sadness on his face. "The Grand Duke thought that I deliberately lost the competition, so he fired me from my bodyguard job in anger and sent me away. Stay in Sintra!"

"Sorry."

"Sir Geralt, this has nothing to do with you! It just so happens that in the past ten years, I have killed all the bandits and bandits in Toussaint. It is time for the knight errant to expand his patrol range," he said gracefully He quickly picked out the beef, cut it into small pieces, and chewed it carefully, "Well... I'm going to start a grand journey, targeting the entire north, implementing the concept of justice, and sharpening my knife with the evil people along the way. Stone, practice martial arts."

"Um... Your Excellency has lofty ideals and noble moral character, which is really admirable." Roy's cheek twitched. In today's world, there are not many people who are so innocent and pure. Of course, purity means——

"Forgive me for asking, does this journey of chivalry and righteousness have a clear destination?"

"Hiccup..." Xili snatched the blueberry juice from the little maid's hand and took a sip.

"Making a plan before taking action is a required course for knights." Grimm's eyes seemed to casually glance at Ciri in the red hat and cloak, the small round-faced maid, and several men with bright eyes not far behind them. He nodded, "I plan to go all the way east from Sintra, pass through Temeria, Aedirn, and then circle around to Kaedwen, Redania, and return to Sintra."

"It will probably take a year or two." He said unabashedly. "When I return to Sintra, I will board the ship from the port to Skellige to enjoy the sea breeze and see the skills of the men at sea. ”

A knight errant who travels around the world?

Roy felt a little envious without realizing it.

When the Demon Hunter Brotherhood stabilizes in the future, he will definitely do something like this.

However, there is a high probability that Grim's journey will be aborted midway. The Northern War will have broken out by that time, and Cintra will be gone.

"When you enter Redania, don't leave in a hurry," Geralt invited, "come to the dance hall in Novigrad Commercial Street, we will entertain you well and show our kindness as a landlord. ”

"Haha, you're welcome then!" The knight laughed heartily, wiped the residue from the corners of his mouth, and bowed to the two of them. "At that time, please test my progress along the way and have a round of discussion."

Two bowls of beef soup are lightly touched, and the aroma of meat overflows.

"Then I'll be waiting for you!"

The three of them chatted more and more passionately, and Shirley took the opportunity to lure the black cat out of Roy's special hood, let it meow, and poured broth into it crazily.

"By the way, Grim, you grew up in Toussaint and are proficient in martial arts. You often go to dangerous places..." Roy paused, turned around and gave Ciri a warning look, who timidly took back the cat. The hand on the beard, "Have you met other witchers?"

Toussaint is an "ominous place", where the flying lion demon hunter Morden and the griffon sect Jeroen Moru both encountered drastic changes in their lives.

"Master Geralt is the first demon hunter I have fought against. But before that, I once encountered a strange thing in a dilapidated castle called Heshan... while on the way to capture the bandits." He paused. Suddenly, a strange color flashed through his eyes, "A man with amber vertical pupils, a griffon pendant around his neck, and clothes as ragged as a beggar rushed out from the basement of the ruins, as fast as a galloping horse."

"He looked crazy, like a madman. He rushed into the wilderness and disappeared in the blink of an eye."

"Under Heshan Castle?" Roy was horrified. Isn't this the place where he asked Oaks to set the spatial coordinates.

"Are you sure you're not looking at the lunatic wearing the Gryphon sect's badge?"

Roy thought Grimm was referring to the unlucky boy Geron Moru.

But in his memory, this Griffin sect was locked behind a one-way portal under Heshan more than a hundred years ago. How did he get out?

"This is the weird part. Later, I searched all around Heshan, and the guy seemed to have disappeared from the world."

"How many years ago was this?"

"Five years ago."

If Geron Moru escaped for the first time at this point in time, how did he survive underground for so many years?

Roy took a deep breath. These mysteries can only be solved after he goes to Toussaint in person.

……

After saying goodbye to Grim Sigurd, the group took Ciri to visit the entire Sintra. They waited until her face was red and sweating profusely before returning to the castle.

That night, Roy accompanied the little princess to sit on the back of the Griffin, allowing her to experience the thrill of flying on a griffin as she wished.

In the next two days, the witcher acted as a pure companion, playing hide-and-seek, dueling knights, telling stories, fishing and catching shrimps... The palace was filled with the laughter of the little princess.

A gloomy morning.

In the open-air garden of Sintra Castle, little Xili, who looked like a doll in a princess dress, held the hands of two demon hunters, her face flushed and wiping tears, and she half ordered and half begged, "You must always Come and see me within a month. Besides, Roy has to bring Golfen with him. I want to give her a good ride."

"When the time comes, we will come naturally." Roy pinched her chubby little face, "Little girl, I solemnly warn you, no matter what form the Golfin takes, you are not allowed to pull its beard. Otherwise, don’t even think about playing with her next time!”

"Ugh, stingy!"

"Huh?"

"I promise you!" She puffed her cheeks reluctantly like a squirrel and looked at the white wolf, who said first,

"When you are eighteen, I will take you to slay the dragon."

"Woo, don't lie to me!"

"Okay, two masters, thank you for your good intentions towards Ciri." Calanthe, who put his hands on his lower abdomen, smiled radiantly, "Wait until Mossak's disciples go to Nuo City Later, she will help us inspect the Witcher's base."

"If the environmental conditions are good, Xili may stay for a few days on the way."

"Really, grandma?" The girl looked up in surprise.

"As long as you are obedient!"

"I promise!" Cillian held her grandma's hand high and shook it desperately.

"There is also a little gift for the two masters, which is disrespectful."

An attendant brought an exquisite nanmu box to the demon hunter.

As soon as Roy opened it, he was immediately dazzled by the glittering golden light——

The neatly piled pieces of gold are worth about twenty thousand crowns in total.

Roy and Geralt looked at each other with smiles on their lips.

"Then let's just say goodbye..." East, who was dressed in a bearskin coat and had a rough face, smoothed his thick beard and waved at the witcher. "You two, I hope we can see you again!"

Roy turned around and smiled at everyone, planning to activate the space coordinates and return to Nuo City.

Suddenly, the whole person was stunned.

A violent dizziness broke out, and the ancient blood in the template flashed crazily.

Time seems to stand still.

The two majesties on the opposite side, and the little princess of Sintra in the middle, have a strange dotted line around them.

Their figures were like a burst of dreamy foam and colorful paint floating on the river, quickly disappearing into the air.

Replace it.

Another figure was reflected in Roy's dark gold and silver-grey pupils——

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

She looked at Roy, who seemed to be giggling happily, and reached out to him.

Roy felt a strangely familiar feeling and an uncontrollable throbbing in his heart.

It was as if there was an indescribable connection between her and him, a kind of fateful bond.

"Roy?"

In the white wolf's soft greeting~IndoMTL.com~ the black-haired little girl and the background behind her shattered like glass.

The Calanthe family of three reappeared in his field of vision, smiling as brightly as before.

"Sorry, I just thought of something else."

"What's wrong?"

"No...fine, everything is fine..."

……

Two witchers jumped into the portal.

The dark sky is like the abyss of a monster, and the Castle of Sintra trembles in the shadows.

It seems like it will collapse at any moment.

……

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