The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 189 Subjugation

"Ascend the throne?"

Alwin's voice was deep and questioning.

Francesca smiled faintly. "Baron Alwin?"

No, it should be Second Prince Arwen now.

There's no need to be so surprised. Ever since the Hydra Canyon incident, every organization in the world has been investigating you. You could say that even around the remote Kaer Morhen, there are quite a few spies planted.

This includes the Blue Mountains, which, to be honest, has caused us elves quite a bit of trouble.

Arwen was fully aware of this matter.

"Heh," Alvin chuckled, "Indeed, but I'm still very curious, how did you know my true identity?"

Francesca raised a slender finger.

"destiny."

"destiny?"

“That’s right,” she turned to look at the exquisite reliefs on the wall beside her, “Fate is unpredictable and cannot be forced.”

"It's possible to predict, but if you come into contact with someone or something connected to your fate, you can still get some answers."

Alwin frowned slightly. "I'm all ears."

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Francesca sighed softly, "At first, I used astrology to speculate about your past, and I could only pinpoint it to the far north of the continent, at the foot of the Flying Dragon Mountains, but that place is so vast that there is no trace to be found there."

Later, your disappearance and that of Ida Emin threw my astrology into chaos. You were trapped in an unobservable place, which made me very curious about you.

So I secretly went to Kael'thas Morhen, the stronghold of your Wolf School of Witchers. I must say, you people are very vigilant, and you have set up a lot of anti-magic gold around the castle, so I could not sneak in.

So I settled for second best and followed a witcher on a hunt. The old witcher was ruthless and lived up to his reputation as a killing machine.

What was that esteemed old witcher's name again?

"Vesemir".

"Yes, thank you very much for reminding me. You have a very close relationship with him; that is fate."

He was very perceptive, and I had no way of knowing where to start or how to get any useful information from him.

Well, I know a bit about you Witchers. You don't often talk about the "law of surprise," do you?

Children conceived through the "Law of Unexpectedness" will be considered by you as children of destiny, possessing miraculous powers.

"The concept of a 'Child of Destiny' does exist, but it's not some magical power. It's just that in our system, it's believed that a child obtained through the 'Law of Unexpectedness' can pass the Trial of the Grass without suffering," Alwin replied.

Francesca turned her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes as blue as the sky, dazzling and captivating.

"You can fool others with this excuse, but you can't fool me."

Do not underestimate fate, nor try to stop it; it will always come true, just like Islinne's prophecy. I can feel that the age of blood and fire is coming.

Until Ida Emin returned, bringing with her a human child, Verona, who, if I'm not mistaken, is your chosen one.

The relationship between you two is the same as that between you and Vesemir, which is why I can deduce your past from her.

In the far north, I traced Vesemir's path; he left behind so many footprints. But by following the network of relationships between Verona and you, I still managed to find the timeline of Kovir's usurpation.

And coincidentally, your name is prominently listed in the Thyssen Royal Register.

The second prince, Arwin Thyssen, who was presumed dead by the northern kingdoms.

Alwin lowered his head in deep thought.

Fate is indeed wondrous.

Just like Geralt and Ciri, no matter what, they can't sever this connection.

"I've learned a lot," Alwin replied.

Francesca said, "You don't need to worry too much. Not many people know your true identity. Only a handful, such as Miodrag and Vesemir of Cordwin. As for King Edie and Istrad of Kowell, they don't know your identity yet."

Miodrag, the King of Cordwin?

Alwin was slightly surprised. No wonder he had treated him so specially back then; it turned out he knew his identity.

"You've done a really thorough investigation."

Francesca straightened her cuffs. "Intelligence work should be as meticulous as possible, and besides, this intelligence should be useful to you, so it's essentially free."

Arwin said, "Then thank you. Let's get straight to the point. What is your purpose in wanting me to ascend the throne?"

Francesca looked troubled. "What do you think of our elven race?"

Arwen tentatively asked, "Arrogant, disdainful of worldly disputes?"

Francesca sighed softly, "That's just your human perspective. The Elven race is in a very dangerous situation. The Valley of a Hundred Flowers, where you are now, is just a small corner of Dor Brettana."

A hundred years ago, the entire Dol Brettanna was still our elf territory.

But now, we can only eke out a living at the foot of the Blue Mountains.

Our living space is shrinking, and pure-blooded elves will soon face extinction.

This atmosphere of despair has driven many members of the tribe to extremes.

You've lived in Cordwin for a long time, so you must know the name of Elena, the White Rose of Shailaweid.

"I know, a female elf who led young elves in a rebellion against humans, but unfortunately she failed and her fate was not good."

Francesca's eyes showed pain. "That's right. No matter how powerful the elves are, how can they compete with humans who give birth like rabbits?"

In that battle, almost the entire younger generation of elves was wiped out, which made our situation even worse.

Therefore, we need a stable territory and a powerful human king to acknowledge us.

Our racial arrogance—no, our hubris—has blinded us to many things.

To put it simply, we acknowledge that we are not perfect and we need a protector.

And you, Arwen, I need you, and the elves need you too.

Francesca's tone was very sincere.

Alwin was stunned for a moment.

However, upon reflection, it became clear that the future Elf Queen before him was indeed someone who would stop at nothing to protect her people.

In the First Northern War, Nilfgaard came on strong.

However, they were repelled by the Northern Wizarding Alliance at the location of Mount Sodeng.

This crushing defeat was etched into the mind of the Nilfgaardian emperor, who harbored an even deeper hatred for the Northern wizards.

Emhyr var Emhyr, the ambitious Nilfgaardian emperor, was also Ciri's father.

What he found most unacceptable was that Vigforts, who had secretly helped him reclaim the throne, had betrayed him—the same Vigforts who later broke Geralt's knee.

Even his contact with him was ill-intentioned, for the sake of the Ancient Blood, namely Ciri.

To eliminate this major threat, Emperor Emhyr secretly approached Francesca.

He promised Dol Brettanna to the elves, provided Francesca cooperated with him in the upcoming Northern War.

Francesca weighed the options, considering the difficult situation the elves were facing, and decisively agreed.

An organization notorious in the northern kingdoms was quietly established under Francesca's guidance.

That's the Squirrel Party.

The Scoia'tael party is constantly causing trouble in the rear of the North, giving the Northern kingdoms a major headache.

Many people even condemned Francesca.

But the latter completely rejected this claim, adopting the Mahakan Mountain dwarves' version of events, saying that the elves had left the Blue Mountains and were considered traitors.

The ball was kicked very skillfully.

Soon, the Second Northern War was imminent, and the wizards of the North held a meeting on the Isle of Shanid off the coast of Temeria in an attempt to prevent the war from breaking out.

Francesca secretly brought the Scoia'tael and Nilfgaardians to Xenide Island, dealing a heavy blow to the Northern Wizarding League.

From then on, the obstacles that had hindered Nilfgaard's progress were removed, and they marched north, unstoppable.

In the end, Francesca achieved her goal and ascended to the throne of the Elf Queen.

Even though the territory eventually became only a county, it still provided the elves with a place to live.

But what is regrettable is that those Scoia'tael members who fought behind enemy lines, despite their bloody battles, ended up being abandoned and executed in Hydra Valley.

Alwin carefully examined the gentle and dignified woman before him, finding it truly hard to imagine that she could possess such ruthless methods.

"Francesca, I believe what you say, and you have helped me, but you are so sure that I will not exterminate you like ordinary humans."

Alwin silently raised his head, revealing cat-like eyes beneath his hood; his burning vertical pupils were utterly indifferent.

Francesca met her gaze, forcing herself to calm down, then shook her head and said, "No, you won't. I know your past; you're someone who hates evil."

Unlike most witchers, you don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. You will also help the weak who are in need, like in the Hydra Valley incident, the little girl who caught a cold, and the dwarves of Mahakan.

You have no prejudice against non-human races and are extremely tolerant.

I must say, you have a special fondness for the elves.

Whether it was Ida Emin or Elena Fiahra de Messo of the Cordwin uphill mark.

At this point, Francesca gave a wry laugh.

Alwin's expression remained unchanged.

"This doesn't mean anything."

"Of course, so I implore you to ascend the throne, and we will assist you in reclaiming Kowell and Bovis."

Although reclaiming the throne is no longer a challenge for you, we are willing to submit to you and become your subjects under your throne.

But please grant us, the elves, a place to live.

Alwin had not expected Francesca to be so decisive.

"You really are capable of making sacrifices."

"I'd do anything for the elves," Francesca said bitterly.

After a moment's consideration, Alwin said, "Alright, I agree, but only within my capabilities."

Francesca smiled.

"That's enough, Your Majesty."

Alwin raised a hand. "No need for such flattery so soon. If I find out you've betrayed me—"

As his voice deepened, the aura of the [Forbidden Magic Domain] was released.

Francesca stiffened, and the previously active chaotic magic around her froze at that moment.

Her beautiful eyes showed terror, a feeling even more terrifying than the Demon-Suppressing Gold.

At her current level as a sorcerer, she can slightly alter the effects of the Demon-Blocking Gold.

But within that aura, the chaotic magic was as solid as steel, unshakable in the slightest.

I subconsciously wanted to perform divination, but the moment the thought arose, my soul began to tremble.

An overwhelming sense of fear swept over them.

field.

The word instantly came to mind.

No wonder, no wonder he was able to defeat the Hydra god; he had already reached that unspeakable level.

He hurriedly and respectfully performed a noble human etiquette.

"That's impossible," she said, taking a pure white seashell from her bosom.

"This seashell contains the teleportation coordinates for Hundred Flowers Valley. You can use it to freely enter and exit this place, as long as you show it to me."

"Shell, all the Blue Mountain elves will obey your commands, including me."

Alwin looked at the seashell in Francesca's hand, raised his hand to take it, and at the same time withdrew his domain.

One of the reasons for accepting the elves was because of Aida Emin.

Look at Francesca's expression now.

Clearly, Ida Emin was a very sensible woman and did not tell the former much about him.

Furthermore, the Elf race is quite powerful. As an ancient race, they possess many secrets and have many places to explore.

For example, the elven sage Laura Dorren Ap Sidhar, of the Ancient Blood.

Well, it has nothing to do with fetishes.

For the next two days, Arwen stayed in the Valley of a Hundred Flowers, accompanying Verona and checking on the progress of her meditation.

Francesca, as one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, has an outstanding teaching ability.

With Verona looking reluctant to leave, Arwen returned to Mount Mahakan through the portal.

With the help of the star core on the Starfall Greatsword, the chaotic magic is abundant even at great distances.

Alwin immediately sought out Broval.

Brovar was deep in thought in his room, with parchment on his desk covered with numerous plans and sketches.

Alwin deliberately made his footsteps sound as he walked over and took a look.

Broval spotted him and immediately stood up.

"Oh, Witcher, you really startled me."

"Elder, what's going on?"

He saw the pattern on the parchment: a centipede with wings covered in starlight, the Saliva Demon, and himself...

Broval chuckled. "As you can see, this is Gwent. These last few battles have given me quite a bit of inspiration."

Alwin chuckled softly, "And once you've made it, you'd better save one for me."

"Of course."

"I've come to you because I have some ironware that needs to be forged into weapons."

Brovar looked puzzled.

Alwin explained, "They're just ordinary weapons; just use them at your normal level."

Brovar suddenly realized and patted his chest.

"No problem, I guarantee that every weapon made in Mahakan Mountain will be a top-quality product in your human world."

"That's enough," said Arwin. "Where's Kerturis?"

When he arrived at the Valley of a Hundred Flowers, Kerturis was enjoying a hearty meal and was in no hurry to teleport her back to Mograg.

"Oh, her? She's at Twin Peaks, the highest peak of Mount Mahakan."

And Barnabas, that's Bibi, the alchemy apprentice you took on; he's tinkering with flying machines.

Arwen became interested. "Alright, I'll leave the ironware by the door. Have the dwarves tidy it up. I'll go check out the Twin Peaks."

"I'm happy to serve you—"