The Divine Hunter

Great Skelliger Island.

Among the Kel'droo fortresses built by the Quat family out of the strong rocks of the island's high mountains.

A stuffed seal, a bedroom decorated with shark skeletons.

The sun shining through the window showed a big man with red hair and a burly figure.

He sat by the windowsill, smelling of sea salt, sea water, tar, and exhaustion. Bronze saucer-like eyes stared at a wave of golden pool-like sea in the distance.

On the surging sea suddenly appeared angry faces like lions, heroic warriors wearing fur armor, wearing horned helmets, and wielding battle axes to charge in the Black Armored Army. The cavalry was smashed into pieces, cut down in a pool of blood by the sharp blade swung from the horse's back, and lost their breath.

Many of the brothers who grew up with him, Fukar, Tarrant... and even his own uncle, King East of Sintra, died in that fierce battle.

The corpses of countless soldiers, the broken walls, and the blazing city of Sintra were all set on fire and turned into ashes!

"Brothers!" Kratz Ann Klett couldn't help but be so angry that his eyes were red, his nose was breathing heavily, and he clenched his fists and beat the table!

"I swear, sooner or later, I will recover this blood debt from Nilfgaard for you!"

In a few more months, the overall situation has been decided, and he should drive the dragon boat to the sea of ​​Nilfgaard and set off a bloody storm!

Luckily among misfortunes, Sintra's noble bloodline retains two, no, three seeds.

A look of relief appeared on Kratz's rough face, followed by worry!

Calanthe is now raising her baby in peace in the bedroom of King Bran of the Isle of Skellige.

I just don't know where the little guy who is childhood sweetheart with his son is hiding?

"Freya bless Ciri's safe return and reunite with everyone. I am willing to redecorate the temple for you!"

It seems that the supreme existence in the dark listened to his heart.

There was a sudden gust of wind in the bedroom!

"Boom!"

A dark square door suddenly appeared in the open space in front of the desk!

blah blah blah!

Crisp footsteps.

Lizard-skin heels fell to the ground.

A slender, slender and fair leg was exposed.

Kratz suddenly held his breath, and a petite beauty in a black leather skirt and dress was reflected in his round pupils!

Pale cheeks, tapered pointed chin, slightly curly black hair jumping on the shoulders like a passionate poisonous snake, and a beauty mole on the red lips makes the heartbeat slow down!

And she was holding a little girl less than one meter six in her left hand.

She did not dress like an ordinary girl, wearing a spiritual gray jacket and leather trousers, her ear-length hair shone silver-gray in the sunlight, and her emerald green eyes were like the fields of spring.

Can't wait to shine, excited!

"Yennefer of Vangerborg, Ciri?! God bless!"

"Good morning, Earl of Great Skelliger, Kratz Ann Clette!" The sorceress smiled and bowed slightly towards him.

"Uncle Kratz! I miss you!" The silver-haired little one rushed into his arms and hugged his bear waist with hurried steps!

The man lifted her up with her two small arms.

Laughing and holding her around!

"Haha, Ciri, my 'little daughter'! I knew you would come back safely! Let me take a good look... tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for a few years, the little girl is about to become a big girl!"

"Bless Freya! The ancestors of Sintra and the sea!"

"Halma and Kerris? I want to climb mountains and horses, fish and catch shrimps, skate and row with them! I can't wait!" The little girl's delicate face showed a pair of dimples, "But I want to see grandma first!"

"The two of them are still fishing on Faroe Island, and it will be a few days before they return! As for your grandmother, rest assured, she is in good health and is living in a completely safe place!"

The man put her down and held her little hand, but he couldn't help but turn to the sorceress, and looked at her seriously, there was a fire inside.

"Yennefer, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still so radiant... But why did you suddenly appear in my room? It's like a... beautiful dream."

Kratz sighed inwardly, her age is more than enough to be her own grandmother, but she is more beautiful and moving than before the breakup.

"You are also becoming more and more heroic." The sorceress pursed her lips, embarrassed to say, her coordinates in Skellige were only the bedroom of Kratz, the master of Kel'zhuo Fortress, because of the old relationship.

Ciri seemed to be aware of the strange atmosphere between the two, a slyness appeared in her green eyes, and her slender fingers rubbed against her pointed chin, not knowing what the hell was going on.

"Then tell me," the man touched the girl's silver hair and spoke first, "how did you know this little guy and be with her again? Didn't she disappear after the war?"

"We've been in Novigrad for a few months." The sorceress smiled. "I brought her here this time, mainly to meet His Highness Calanthe, and then to avoid the scoundrels who were chasing the little girl!"

"Nilfgaard's spy?" Kratz's pupils shot cold light.

"That's just one of them, and presumably the kings of the North have spies all over the world. And the Skellige Islands, far from the mainland, are a good place to hide from the limelight."

"A wise move."

"So, Lord Count, can you take us on the road immediately to visit the Queen on Little Skelliger Island? Let's talk about the rest on board!"

...

"So, the witcher white wolf found Ciri?" Kratz sat on the wine table in the cabin, sucking a clam, while looking at the rolling waves outside the window, a group of sailfish were jumping out of the sea, stepping on The waves move along with the moving dragon boat.

"This is what the Law of Accidents does." Yennefer took a sip of mead and frowned. No matter how many times she drank it, she couldn't get used to the sweet taste.

"I belong to Geralt," the little girl next to the sorceress's seat bit off the head of the lobster, with a piece of white flesh on the corner of her mouth, and a face like a small cat, and swore, "Geralt also belongs to me, It was meant to be! So he can always find me! In Brokleon Woods, in Outer Livia."

"Okay, little naughty, you're right!" The man snorted, turned his eyes to the sorceress, and seemed to ask casually, "So you've reunited with Geralt? A long-term witcher... eh? …base?"

Yennefer was silent for a while when he heard the words, and tucked his hair together.

Without Ciri, she and Geralt met either in bed or in the midst of arguments and cold wars.

During the time she lived at Gawain's house... There was an important topic between her and the white-haired guy, Ciri, Ciri, or Ciri's child.

The sorceress glanced at the "ugly girl" who put down the lobster shell, and looked at the "ugly girl" who was feasting on a mint-gold sea-salt-grilled sturgeon, and subconsciously took off a napkin to wipe the oil stains from the corner of her mouth.

Ciri gave her a sweet smile.

She is like a wonderful tempering agent, effectively reducing the quarrel and conflict between herself and the witcher. The sorceress and the witcher seem to become a pair of novice parents, clumsy, hard, but enjoyable. Take good care of this little naughty!

She enjoys this peaceful life. but--

"No, not yet...I haven't forgiven him for his stupid and selfish behavior before!"

"What do you mean by not yet? You're investigating him?" Kratz said with a hint of hope. Although he has a wife and children, he occasionally feels lonely, hoping to relive his old dream with the sorceress.

Yennefer's next words gave him another blow.

"Almost, the future development will depend on his performance."

How is this different from compounding?

The Earl of the Island lowered his face and took a deep breath, his beard trembling.

For a long time, listening in silence to the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the boat.

"By the way, Kratz, I've always been curious, since Queen Calanthe is still alive, why doesn't she..."

"I understand what you mean...but she did this after careful consideration, and she also has a last resort! No, it can't be called hardship, it should be called a surprise, a gift from God!"

"What do you mean?"

The man looked out the window. The dragon boat had arrived at the coastline of Little Skellige. A few seagulls flew into the sea from the sky on the edge of the dark and hard cliffs.

"Congratulations, little Ciri, in a month or two, you'll have an extra aunt."

"Your grandmother Calanthe is about to give birth."

"Bang!"

The sturgeon that the little girl had gnawed in her hand suddenly became fragrant, her green eyes stared like copper bells, and the fish meat and saliva slipped from the corners of her mouth, falling into a state of surprise and sluggishness.

"Baby? Woohoo... Why is my age so young again, I don't want to call a child auntie!"

Half a day passed between joking and whimpering.

The dragon ship "Ring Horn" that Earl Kratz was riding on landed at the port of Riala on the low and flat south of Little Skelliger Island.

The Count led Yennefer and Ciri, and behind him a group of bearded, heavily armed soldiers stepped on the landing pedals and stepped off the ship, entered the dark and ugly harbor where the silt was accumulated, and went all the way north, quickly arriving at the "Conquer". The Castle of Bran Ann Turcek.

Although Brangui is the ruler of the archipelago, his residence is far less luxurious than the town-like Keldro on Great Skellige.

The castle is exquisite and small, but there are two towers and a courtyard.

Bran Ann Turcek got the news when his nephew Kratz and his party arrived at the port and greeted them early.

Although the old man is over seventy years old, he is still full of energy, his face is ruddy, his beard and hair are shining like snow, and his body is as strong as a young man.

Dressed in a bright red cloak, the inside is covered with the delicate chain mail of the warriors.

He punched his nephew, who weighed more than 200 pounds, in the chest hard, and let out a hearty laugh of "hoho".

Turning his gaze to the little girl beside Kratz, a trace of love appeared on his majestic face.

"Long time no see, little Ciri, I'm finally willing to see Grandpa!"

"Grandpa Bran!" The little girl performed Ruyan Throwing in the Forest again, burying her tender face into the old man's chest, dodging his "beard blow" from the air to the ground, and then she raised her head and squeezed the corners of her eyes. A few tears came out, "Woo woo, Grandpa East is gone, and my home is gone, I only have you and grandma!"

"Haha, Cintra's lion cub, Skellige's Haiyan, I knew that fate couldn't conquer you! You will surely return safely!

"But Grandpa was wrong. Grandpa should have personally led Skellige's invincible fleet and stomped down that group of Nilfgaardian beasts!" Bran hugged the little girl tightly, a cold light flashed on his weathered face, and his voice was low and powerful. As if chewing on steel, "But I swear, from now on, as long as you stay in Skellige for one day, no one can hurt you a hair!"

"Woooo..."

"This..." The old man looked at the sorceress with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

The sorceress, but just smiled and nodded at him.

"Yennefer," Kratz explained on his behalf, "she protected and taught Ciri for a long time!"

"Thank you, Madam Yennefer," the old man held Ciri's hand tightly and walked with a group of people into the castle, "Come on, let's meet her together..."

"She can't wait any longer."

...

Several people walked all the way through the splendid hall, the circling corridor and stairs.

Came to a resplendent bedroom on the second floor, the fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, and it was extremely warm.

By the window, she was standing with a rich woman, her hair tied in a bundle behind her head, and her slightly rounded cheeks exuding a maternal brilliance.

She was wearing a loose, warm blue cotton jacket that resembled pajamas.

The chubby belly under the jacket is very eye-catching.

She stroked her stomach and stretched slowly, and suddenly turned her face with a feeling.

For a moment, he met the little girl who had just walked to the door, and the two pairs of emerald eyes burst into tears of surprise and moved.

"Xiri, my good granddaughter!" The woman slowly moved towards the door with a shy belly, "Come here and let grandma kiss!"

"Grandma, woohoo!" The little girl released King Bran's hand and rushed over.

However, the moment he was about to touch the woman, he stopped abruptly and stood in front of her with a happy and curious expression on his delicate little face.

Calanthe's puffy hands wrapped around the girl's hands and kissed her smooth forehead lightly, while Ciri kissed the woman's profile.

The two archipelago masters and the sorceress outside the door quietly watched this warm scene.

"Ciri, my darling, after hearing the news of your disappearance in the past few months, I was worried to death. I was afraid that you would have an accident, and then I would be alone in this world."

"No, Geralt, Lady Yennefer," she turned and glanced at the sorceress at the door, "and everyone in the Gawain House, protect me very well! Treat me like a family member. "There was a white jade-like light on Ciri's face, and a grateful look appeared in her eyes,

"They didn't force you to be a witcher?"

"I do, but they don't agree!"

"Then the witcher master is still true to his word! In short, you just come back, our family is finally reunited!"

"Grandma... We will never be separated again... And I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so naughty and make you angry before." Ciri's delicate voice made a firm voice,

Calanthe's round and delicate cheeks showed a hint of surprise, and then she touched her little head with relief.

Unexpectedly, after the calamity of this war, the cubs of Sintra finally grew up a bit.

Know how to be considerate of your elders!

She suddenly felt grateful to the witchers!

And Ciri involuntarily stretched out her slender and tender fingers, as if she wanted to touch her bulging belly, but she was worried about hurting the little creatures in it.

He raised his head and asked in a low voice,

"Does my... aunt live here?"

"Giggle, you won't know if you touch it." Calanthe grabbed her hand and placed it on her warm stomach to draw a circle gently. Ciri suddenly held her breath. Tongue, gasping for air, all kinds of grimacing expressions on his little face, like the grimace that he learned from Oaks, he touched his little ear and put it on it.

"Wow, I can hear her heartbeat."

The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and a moving smile appeared - a feeling of blood connection, and an indescribable joy flooded into her heart.

Finally, in this world, in addition to her grandmother, Geralt, Yennefer, and Roy, she has another family member!

But other than that.

There is also a strange and inexplicable connection between myself and this child.

There is an indescribable power in it.

Very similar to how she feels about Roy, the same qualities, the link that makes people close to each other.

On the other side, the sorceress on the sidelines saw another scene in her eyes.

At the moment when Cintra's lion cub and Calanthe embraced, the surrounding chaotic energy suddenly became unusually active, and the colorful elements seemed to be strongly stimulated and gathered around them, accumulating more and more.

The rich energy is enough to cast a powerful destructive magic!

And it is still transforming to qualitative change at a high speed.

"Ciri!"

The sorceress suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the girl's arm, and led her away from Calanthe in the astonishment of everyone. Suddenly, the rapidly gathering chaotic energy dispersed.

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled apologetically,

"His Royal Highness Calanthe... For safety's sake, it's best for Ciri not to get too close to you."

"What do you mean?" The pregnant woman raised her eyebrows in displeasure and asked in a majestic voice, "Ms. Yennefer, can't I get close to my little granddaughter?"

"No, no, you misunderstood, this is not my request. You should be clear that your family, Fiona and Ray Allen, has an ancient and noble bloodline, and this bloodline contains enough to subvert the world. powerful energy.”

"Ciri, and the child in your womb, if I'm not mistaken--have inherited this bloodline, and have not been able to control it so far! When they get together, they may interact with each other, and unexpected changes will occur. to your body!"

"What?!" Calanther's face changed suddenly, and a scene from the past emerged in his mind - his daughter Paveta was hanging in the air, showing her great power. "But Xiri has never shown any strength, and the child in my womb has not yet been born, so I don't feel any abnormality!"

"Actually, the little girl's talent for magic is extremely outstanding." Yen Neifa glanced at the setting sun falling outside the window, and changed the conversation, "It's getting late. Everyone, how about we talk at the dinner table?"

"Her Royal Highness, I still have many questions to ask you for advice."