Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

A commotion broke out among the guests. Some people were shouting, some were cursing, and some were slamming the table and knocking over the plates.

One man shouted: "Unheard of! What evidence do you have? Evidence!"

Uqiong opened his hands, and the man in iron mask pointed at the queen's face: "The queen's face! This is the best evidence!"

A strange wave swept through the entire hall, forcing people to become quiet and even make them sit down against their will. The mage stood up and yawned.

"Queen Calanthe, is this Mr. Uchion telling the truth?" he asked slowly.

This situation made Calanthe open her eyes wide. She had never expected that the mage would do such a thing. She bit her lip, her face turned pale, and she pulled the green ribbon on her shoulder.

: "Even if he is telling the truth, so what?"

"If he is telling the truth, his promise must be kept." The mage replied gloomily.

"is that so?"

"Yes, ma'am. If you don't keep it, if you take your promise so lightly, even the words that are deeply engraved in your memory -" He did not say the second half of the sentence, because it was enough.

Geralt had to admit that he was very surprised. He never thought that he could actually see Calanthe's face turn red, his eyes full of tears, and his lips trembling.

There was dead silence in the hall.

She quickly calmed down and said: "Even if you say that, then I can't sit back and watch my daughter marry someone who won't even show his face! Moreover, if you marry a princess, you will definitely become Cintra's wife.

King! If the king doesn’t even have a face, how can he rule this land?”

The mage turned a blind eye to her sobs, and turned to look at the dog-faced knight. Uchion bowed deeply to him again and said: "Dear black-robed mage, what I want is not the throne, but the princess.

!”

He Shenyan slightly released the control of his magic power, allowing people in the hall to talk. Their whispers began to linger above the banquet hall again.

Silence began to spread until a dull bell rang. That was the bell announcing the arrival of midnight.

The queen, who had been sobbing, seemed to remember something, and green flames ignited in her eyes again: "Uchion of Ihrenwald, you insist that I should fulfill my promise, but what about yours? You said you can't do it before midnight.

Show your true face, it's already midnight! If you want to marry my daughter, let her decide her own destiny! Let her see your face, let us all see your face!"

Uchion of Ihrenwald stood motionless, like a statue. So everyone looked at him, except the mage, who looked at Pavetta.

The young princess lowered her head, as if everything had nothing to do with her. But the trembling of her body betrayed her. The mage could see tears falling on the plate in front of her. He Shenyan said softly in Chinese:

"Pitiful."

Uchion of Ihrenwald slowly raised his arm wrapped in iron armor, unzipped the buckle, held the iron horns on his helmet, and dropped the helmet with a clang on the floor.

Some people yelled, some cursed, and some gasped. A vicious--very vicious--smile appeared on the queen's face. A cruel smile of a winner. Her tears intertwined with this smile to form a

It's a contradictory picture, but when it appears on her face, it's not surprising.

Above the wide semicircular breastplate are two black eyeballs the size of buttons. The eyeballs are located on both sides of the long snout. The long nose is covered with light red mane, and below it is a mouth full of white fangs.

Chion's head and neck are covered with thick, short, twitching gray spikes.

A hedgehog.

A man with a hedgehog's head.

Uchion said slowly: "This is what I look like, Calanthe. Your goal has been achieved. You know this very well, don't you? You knew this as early as when your husband told you about his oath.

It has happened. You are very well prepared, Your Majesty the Queen. However, your humiliation to me today is of no use. You only humiliate yourself."

"That's enough." Calanthe stood up, clenching his fists by his side.

"Let's end it, Pavetta! Do you know who or what I should say is this person standing in front of you, demanding that you be taken away?"

"According to the law of accident and immutable tradition, the decision is yours. Answer. One word will suffice. If you answer 'yes', you will become the property and trophy of this monster. Answer 'no' and you will no longer

I will never see him again." She looked at her daughter, with no affection in her eyes, only cold calculation.

Geralt found that the pendant close to his skin was vibrating wildly. He turned back to look at the mage. He Shenyan shook his head at him. An unfamiliar magic power began to circle in the hall, squeezing like an iron pincer.

The Witcher's temple. He gritted his teeth so hard that he had to hold the armrest tightly with both hands.

"Pavetta!" Calanthe repeated. "Answer me. Are you willing to leave with this creature?"

The princess raised her head, with tears in her eyes, but a smile suddenly appeared on her pale face: "I do."

The magic that filled the hall echoed around her, making a hollow muffled sound on the vault of the room. No one made a sound, and there was only dead silence in the hall.

Calanthe slowly collapsed on the throne, her face expressionless.

"Everyone heard it." Uchion's cold voice carried the unique pride of a winner. He grinned the monster's mouth and said with a smile: "Truth and destiny defeated lies and distortion. Thank you, Black

Master Pao, thank you for speaking up. You are undoubtedly on the side of justice."

He turned to the queen and said: "I hope to take Pavetta away now, Your Majesty. But I don't mind a little entertainment. You see, as her mother, should you be like countless other mothers?

Take her hand and bring her to me?"

Calanthe didn't speak, she just turned her head and looked at the black-robed mage with pleading eyes. He Shenyan looked at her and shook his head slowly but firmly.

So, her lips trembled and her eyes narrowed...but she didn't stand up, but shouted: "Guards!"

Everything happened at the same time. Guards with hooked knives and spears ran in the door. Calanthe stood up straight and pointed out Uchion's location to the guards with unmistakable gestures. Pavetta began to scream.

As she screamed, the demon hunter felt the power of the magic more and more. He looked at the mage. He Shenyan lowered his head and said to him: "Our princess is a sorcerer. She is born with powerful magic.

, but can’t control it... Therefore, you should know what fun I mean.”

A red light flashed in his eyes, and the demon hunter suddenly realized that the current mage was a bit strange. He hoped that he was just being overly concerned.