The Divine Hunter

"Then please, Coral, take good care of Calanthe and Ciri for me," the black curly-haired sorceress sighed helplessly, "but don't let them stay for too long, they must be back within today! Otherwise I won't be able to deal with King Bran - a pregnant woman and a girl have been kidnapped by witchers under my watch, and Skellige's reckless man will put me in a shark's belly."

"I promise, Yennefer, let them go back this afternoon, not a single hair!" Rita Ned covered her red lips and chuckled, a small head with silver-gray hair popped out of her shoulders Drilling in front of the telescopic mirror, emerald green eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

"Ugly girl! Don't run around anymore!" Violet eyes stared at her, and Ye sternly warned, "Bring your grandmother and Roy in the afternoon, use your... the power of ancient blood, come back! If you ask me to come over in person to treat you... then your hands are itchy and you want to paint again, this time at least 2,000 times!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

The little girl shrank her neck in fear, giggled again, and rushed to the warm fireplace in the bedroom, like a pony lying on the grass, lying on the sofa, her chin on her left hand, and her eyes looking around.

The little sister named Casca, who was not a few years older than herself, was sitting on a sofa with her grandmother. She looked at the witcher on the opposite sofa with watery eyes, and Xiao Yuan's face was shy and timid with a blush. .

And Roy's expression is also interesting!

The body is straight, the back is quite straight, but the buttocks are twisted and twisted gently, and the smile on the face is as stiff as a statue.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Granny Coral, who was communicating with Yennefer through a telescopic mirror.

From the appearance alone, the witcher and the little girl are not very old.

Ciri's eyes wandered, and she kept nodding her head, with a sullen face with a clear expression on her chest, and seemed to ask casually—

"Is she your girlfriend? Roy!"

At this moment, the air seemed to have been pressed the pause button, Casca's pupils shrank, her mouth grew slightly, the coral turned off the telescopic mirror, and her eyes turned around.

Calanthe caressed her stomach lightly, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and watched with great interest. As a person who had come here, of course she could see that the relationship between the witcher and these two women was not normal.

It's just that I didn't expect that the person who once pointed out the country in front of her and East would have such an embarrassing day. She is happy to see this guy deflated, just take it as a joke to raise a baby.

The witcher gave a rather reluctant smile,

"Ciri, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!?" After a full five seconds, Roy pinched the little girl's cheeks in a fit of anger, and pulled her hands to each side, making her delicate little face deformed into a bun, Pushing her back, lest the blood of the Ancients be stimulated, "What girlfriend! Casca is my good friend, understand? Just like you, Keris and Halma!"

The little witch patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a trace of regret in her eyes.

During this time, Cascar had learned from her sister Rita, who had been helping her, that Roy and her were a couple.

She woke up from her fantasy.

The coral put out the telescopic mirror, turned around, and softly leaned on the back of the chair, with her chin on the back of her hand, her blue eyes stared at the two of them without blinking, her face expressionless, and she looked like she was watching a good show.

"Casca, we haven't seen each other for more than two years, haven't we? Are you okay?" Roy pretended not to see Coral's gaze, and asked softly, "Have you gotten used to living in Arethusa?"

"Roy, I...I..." Casca suddenly became excited, stammering and choking, as if something blocked her throat, her eyes began to turn red, and two drops of crystals lingered in it.

She stood up abruptly from the sofa, turned around in front of everyone, showing a slightly green figure, her expression was both happy and sad,

"Look! I'm fine, I've finally become a normal person, no one will insult me ​​or bully me anymore! No one will force me to feed chickens, water flowers, and hit me with stones and mud any more! Yes! Beautiful new clothes to wear, delicious food to eat better than most, and I made a lot of friends! Woohoo...I can still do magic!"

The five fingers of the slender, slender left hand swiped in mid-air like fiddling with the strings of a lute.

Flames, water droplets, arcs…

The colorful magic elements changed at her fingertips, and the colorful light illuminated the ceiling of the entire room, as well as her cheeks red with tears.

She put on a beautiful magic show for the witcher.

"Does it look good? I will never forget the day you performed magic tricks for me by the pond, and the Gwent card you gave me. They gave me hope for the first time in my gloomy life!"

In her other hand, a delicate card suddenly appeared in the empty palm - the face of the card was a woman with red hair and a red dress. She was as coquettish and beautiful as fire, and her whole body was filled with a mysterious aura.

It was the Gwent card originally given to her by the witcher - Sabina, Kaldwin's magical advisor.

"It's all because of you, Roy... You saved my life and sent me to Arethusa. Without you, I would have been tortured to death by that couple! Or killed by the berserk magic!"

She said all her words in one breath, as if she had unloaded a boulder that had been weighing on her heart for many years.

"Roy... I've always wanted to see you in person again, and say to you - thank you!"

She stared at the witcher, and there was a hint of grievance in her crisp voice.

"But you haven't come. You didn't reply to the letter that Sister Rita helped me last time! I thought you had completely forgotten about me...don't treat me as a friend."

At this moment, Calanthe sighed, the queen with rich life experience, she could see at a glance the tragic experience this little girl once had.

And the smile on Ciri's face disappeared, inexplicably felt that this sister was pitiful.

And there was a hint of pity in Coral's eyes, as if she saw her past self in her eyes.

She strode over, hugged the girl in her arms, caressed her smooth hair like a mother, and still wet the front of her bodice with her bursting tears.

By the way, he gave the witcher a reproachful look!

"Didn't I come here? I'm just sorry, I came a little late." Roy sighed, he didn't expect his unintentional act to leave such a deep impression on the other party's heart.

For him, that shot was just a little effort, and there was even a utilitarian factor in it.

Really can't be so sincere.

"But as your good friend, I'm very pleased..." Roy looked at the choking girl and said sincerely, "You had a good time in Arethusa and successfully embarked on the road of magic. Our initial efforts were not enough. In vain."

"Also, Casca, I thought I would congratulate you too."

"You're just sitting there talking?" Rita Need tilted her chin up and snorted softly. "Nothing else?"

Roy frowned.

How does coral look like it has eaten gunpowder?

How can I say that in front of you, how dare I take a step forward?

The witcher got up from the sofa, walked over to the two women, and glanced at Coral, whose bright eyes contained a hint of encouragement.

He simply opened his arms.

The sorceress pushed the little witch over.

The little witch buried her face on his shoulder, took a deep breath, raised her head and stared deeply at the witcher's sculpturally perfect profile face, a flash of memory flashed in her bright eyes.

She wanted to do it a long time ago.

Leaning in his arms, said nothing.

Just listening to his heartbeat and smelling the scent on his body made me feel extremely satisfied.

Casca, you have changed from an ugly and inferior country girl rolling in mud and excrement to the magical city of Sinid, a gorgeously dressed, beautiful and healthy magic apprentice!

You have used up the lucky quota issued by Goddess of Luck!

You shouldn't ask for more!

It shouldn't hurt Sister Rita's heart!

She said to herself repeatedly in her heart, but the corners of her eyes sparkled.

The knuckles of the fingers around the witcher's back turned white.

On the night of the full moon, by the pond, under the willow tree, the warm picture of side by side in the moon boat left her.

The longing in the bottom of my heart turned into a bubble.

She has only memories left.

"Woooo, I'm sorry, I shouldn't cry! I don't want to cry, but I can't help it!"

"It's okay, cry, Casca."

The witcher wrapped his arms around her warm, petite body.

With her left arm around her shoulder, her right hand gently patted her back, like a brother hugging her sister, conveying tender concern,

"You can start a new life in Arethusa, establish new ideals and goals, and I am so happy and proud of you."

Queen Sintra, who was sitting on the sofa, looked sad.

It seems to recall the burning passion of the youthful years.

"I sincerely wish you that you can continue to work hard and fight for your new life. But there is one thing I want to remind you, if you become a magic master who stomps your feet and the north will be shaken, don't forget, keep a secret in your heart. Kindness and help to those who are in distress.”

As he spoke, the witcher looked at the coral.

There was a hint of satisfaction on the latter's bright red lips and glamorous pretty face.

This guy's actions are fairly honest.

"I swear, I will do it, Roy!" The little girl hugged the witcher hard.

Then broke free from his arms.

Wiping away the pearl-like tears on her face, her round face regained her calm and strength.

Smile lightly.

"Sorry everyone, I'm a crybaby, I made you watch a joke!"

"Children, pure feelings are more precious than gold, more memorable than wonderful poetry, don't throw it away." Calanthe said meaningfully, took a sip of the hot tea on the table, "It seems that legends It's nonsense to say that training in magic will wipe out murderousness. Now I'm more comfortable handing Ciri to Yennefer."

"Magic training can't erase human nature. What changes everything is too long a time." Rita Ned hugged the little witch from behind again, her chin on her shoulder, and guilt flashed in her eyes.

And Roy sighed, "Casca, how many years are you going to study in Arethusa?"

"I... I'm only in the third grade, and I have to complete at least five years of basic courses, and ten years of advanced magic training." Kaska wiped her cheeks like a rag with white and soft hands. Obviously, she used to have calluses and hunchbacks. They were transformed by magic together.

"I heard that you have to serve the Magic Academy for twenty or thirty years after graduation?"

"Students who enroll for free will only sign the 'deed of prostitution' and work for decades under Principal Tishaya and Vice Principal Margarita. Not including me." She turned her face gratefully and rushed to the intimate post. She smiled at her sorceress, "Sister Rita helped me pay the tuition fee of two crowns per year. So I am free. I can stop my magic study and leave Arethusa at any time as long as I want."

The witcher looked at Rita Ned questioningly, who had never mentioned this to him.

Why secretly fund Casca?

The sorceress took his arm naturally, her blue eyes flashing with memories,

"In the past, I was thinking of cultivating a primary school girl, and when she succeeded in her studies, she would help me and me to do research together. After all, in this world, like Sister Cascar, the kind and simple magic apprentice has already Not many, most of the children who go to school for free have a miserable childhood... Personalities are either bitter, bitter, or extreme and narrow, and even more twisted and twisted... Maybe they can't be cured for a lifetime."

This is the so-called unfortunate person who spends his whole life curing childhood.

"My sister's cute personality is very likable and trustworthy. Not only me, but also the teachers in the academy appreciate her very much."

Casca bowed her head a little embarrassedly and kneaded the corners of her skirt.

"But later, you called me from Karak to Novigrad." Rita Nieder loosened the catkin that was holding the girl, and straightened the man's collar naturally, "I'm still looking for a spellcaster. , first Kalkstein, then Lady Evelyn, Triss, and now Yennefer is here too, although he hasn't joined the Brotherhood yet, he's at least half an accomplice."

"Since you have a plan in this regard, you have to collect spellcasters and realize your ambitions, then as your woman, I will naturally share your worries and solve problems for you."

"Don't you think so?" with a smile on the red lips, "Casca is definitely a good fit for a frat!"

this moment.

The witcher was suddenly in a trance, and only felt that everything around him had gone away, and the light and sound had disappeared... Only in front of him, this woman with red lips was smiling at himself.

It turned out that she had been secretly helping herself in places she hadn't seen.

As if there was a warm spring flowing through the slit in my heart.

He quietly squeezed the sorceress's hand.

And Casca smiled reluctantly, sniffed, clasped her hands on her chest, and asked expectantly,

"Sister Rita said that there are many children in Gawain's house, blacksmiths, alchemists, and a gryphon. Is that true? Can I go and see? Where can I live?"

"Gawain's House welcomes you at any time. But Casca," Roy took a deep breath, and counted the time when the coup d'etat took place in Sineder Island in his mind, "At this stage, you'd better continue to consolidate the foundation of magic in the academy, and then learn another lesson. To two years. Of course you can travel anytime to relax!”

The sorceress nodded at the little witch.

"Yeah!" Casca's eyes sparkled with new expectations.

Go to Novigrad, be with him and see him often.

I am also satisfied!

...

"Okay, I have no reservations about you... Should you also explain to me... How can you, Aden de Posada, the son of a farmer, be pregnant with the blood of the ancients?" Rita Ned said deeply Looking into his eyes, as if to see through his heart,

"An ancient bloodline?" Calanthe suddenly realized, "No wonder Ciri said that he had a wonderful feeling for you! No wonder the three of us can travel through space together."

"Grandma, do you mean that Roy is a relative of my family?" Ciri looked at the witcher without blinking, her mouth pouted, and a look of worry appeared on her fair and delicate face, "I won't have more inexplicable Uncle?"

"I don't want your naughty niece!"

The witcher flicked Ciri's forehead, he couldn't bear to deceive women any more.

"My ancient blood is different from the two of them," he looked at Rita Ned seriously, "Once I was in the Smirk Mine in the Mahakam Mountains with Leto, and we devoured a The blood of the sun. Because of that magical herb, an ancient bloodline was born in my body."

"Later, I followed the guidance of the bloodline and went to the Brokleon Forest, accompanied Ciri, Geralt, and drank the Brokleon water together, and that trace of ancient blood became stronger."

"So, my bloodline belongs to the day after tomorrow."

"Whether it's innate or acquired, being able to travel through space with the ability of blood," Rita Ned's eyes flashed with envy, "it's quite amazing, few witchers can do it!"

"It's just that I didn't expect such a wonderful and violent reaction at the moment of contact with Ciri and Calanthe... The power of the three bloodlines seems to be fused together!" Roy glanced at Calanthe and Ciri, "I Just thought of Coral, and... Casca, and immediately teleported over."

"I saw Halma and Keris!" Ciri said.

"It doesn't have to be human..." Calanthe added. "It's okay to go anywhere. Didn't we just visit Soden's castle?"

...

"Whatever you want, whether it's a person or a place, will come in an instant." Rita Ned said with beautiful eyes, "Even if it is the legendary master of magic who captured Dijing, Joffrey Munch is reborn. , and there is no such magical teleportation ability. Have you ever tried to teleport someone?"

"The number of experiments is quite limited." The witcher shook his head,

"Master Roy, I don't have time for dangerous teleportation," Calanthe said worriedly, "after returning to Skellige, I will not initiate teleportation again until the child in my womb is born. Feeling dizzy?"

"And by doing this, it won't make my little daughter overexhausted, and what sequelae will it cause?"

"That's right, for safety's sake. Then after this time, don't use it."

A strange picture suddenly appeared in Roy's mind.

two months later.

With his left hand he was holding an unexpected daughter in a swaddle and holding a little girl with his right hand.

Travel around the world as you like.

...

"Grandma, Roy," Ciri said with worry flashing in her green eyes, "Should we go back? Madam Yennefer will punish me for drawing two thousand times later!"

"Send them back first," Rita Ned said understandingly, stepping forward to approach the witcher.

As soon as Roy felt his lips moist, he was printed with a lipstick mark.

"Goodbye, Roy..." Casca stood side by side with the sorceress, waving at the witcher.

He held the pregnant woman Calanthe in his left hand and the little girl in his right.

The three of them closed their eyes at the same time.

next second.

There was no wind in the room, and there was a dazzling white light. The air was like shattered glass, reflecting the sunlight, and the dust filled the air.

click...

The three shadows in front of Coral and the little witch all turned into phantoms.

"Sister Rita, I'm going to the library!"

Casca threw her fist firmly.

"Um?"

"I have to speed up the progress of magic learning, and try to help you one day sooner!"