The Divine Hunter

"The sun is out in the west? When did witchers start to care about politics?"

"We care about people who are at stake in politics, Ciri," Geralt said bluntly.

"Thank you two for coming to Sintra so far to send greetings to my little granddaughter..." Calanthe bit her lip and tightened the blue sash on her shoulders, her tone as calm as possible, "But Your worries are superfluous."

"Cintra has the most powerful king," she grabbed the islander's husband's hand and smiled at him, "Iron-blooded and determined royal family, the most brave soldier!"

"If Nilfgaard dares to attack, they will be attacked head-on. They will be defeated by the warriors of Sintra, and they will roll back to the far south!"

"Her Majesty the Queen..." Geralt said blankly. "You don't have to hide your worries... We don't want to make fun of you or get in trouble. Witchers also hate the unjust wars that Nilfgaard has waged!"

"Shouldn't you be happy?" Calanthe sarcastically seemed to be touched, "War means a lot of corpses, more monsters will be born, which means that witchers will get countless job opportunities!"

"Your Majesty, I explained... We no longer live simply by entrustment!" Roy retorted calmly, "Nuo City's industry is far more profitable and safer than entrustment."

"For us now, entrustment is more like a hobby. A concoction in the dinner. It doesn't need too much, just in moderation."

"Then..." East gave his wife a calm look and stopped her temporarily, "I want to hear the opinions of the two masters, what is the dangerous method of Sintra now?"

Geralt said, "The current situation is really not good for the two Majesties. I also saw those envoys in the duel arena. I have lived longer than most people, and I have a little vision. It's not hard to see that they, and the king behind them, are reluctant to intervene in this war."

"I guess, only King Bran of Skelliger, His Majesty's brother, has made a clear statement that he is willing to send troops to support him."

The king and queen looked at each other with a hint of surprise on their faces.

The two witchers didn't participate in the meeting, so based on the impressions they had with the ambassadors, they inferred the results to be inseparable.

It would be too bizarre to say.

Of course, they didn't know that a stalker had listened to the whole point of the meeting.

"Geralt, I haven't seen you for a year, when did you become so sensitive to politics?" Mossac stroked his gray beard, and doubts flashed in his deep eyes, "I almost thought you received spy training elsewhere, No longer a witcher."

"Cough, cough..." The white wolf quickly took a sip of wine, and the muscles on his face became more rigid.

Fortunately, the two His Majesties did not take it seriously.

"So what?" East was still confident and said decisively, "Even if Sintra has only one ally of the Archipelago, our warriors are enough to beat the iron cavalry of Nilfgaard!"

"The sons and daughters of the sea will never fear blood and death, and the heads of the invaders will be ornaments on our saddlebags!"

"So, Your Majesty East, have you ever sent a scout to the Amer Mountains to investigate the truth?" Roy asked.

"This is natural. Nilfgaard's army, about 15,000 people, is comparable to the coalition in Sintra." East pondered, "It's a pity that their military camp is so heavily guarded that the scouts cannot go further. "

"How long ago did you go to investigate?" Roy shook his head and sighed, "I have to tell you two bad news. The Nilfgaardian army is far more than that."

"Their ambition was not a Sintra from the beginning... not just the area south of the Yaruga River." The witcher's words caused the three's expressions to change greatly. "The Emperor of the Empire is looking at the entire north!"

"The overall strength of the southern empire will gradually migrate to the north, eventually reaching 200,000 or 300,000, and it has been deployed more than 20 years ago, and the northward invasion and occupation of Nasser have been fierce for many years. Their army ranges from low-level soldiers to high-level generals. Proficient in all kinds of combat skills!" Roy paused, "The two majesties still think that only one Sintra can resist such an army?"

"Can Ciri be safe?"

The entire conference room was silent.

Until the nervous queen pinched her husband's arm blue.

"Damn it, witcher, don't be alarmist here!" Calanthe forcibly regained her composure, with a trace of disdain on her face, "I know your purpose, you want me to hand over Ciri obediently, so you make up this absurdity Absolute lie, trying to make me submit!"

"I tell you, no way!"

"Now, get the hell out of you two! Because of your previous credits, I will exempt you from the crime of deceiving the king! But don't even think about the reward! Don't bother Ciri in the future!"

"Come on!"

"Wait, Calanthe..." East opened his mouth, looking directly at Roy's dark gold and silver gray pupils with gloomy and terrifying eyes.

He didn't see a guilty conscience, fear... only peace, he was like a bystander, stating a piece of history.

"Your Majesty," said Druid Mossack suddenly, "my inspiration tells me that he didn't lie."

"So, Roy, how did you get these amazing inside information? Are you a relative of Emperor Nilfgaard, or the heir of one of his military ministers, who suddenly abandoned evil for good?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I hope you will listen to me patiently first." Roy suddenly stood up from his seat, as if he had never seen Calanser's disdainful expression, "I used to see a lot of pictures. …”

"For a while I thought it was pure fantasy and I didn't care at all, but then... I found out that they were either history that happened or that they were about to happen."

"There are never exceptions..."

"For example, I saw Ciri running away on the way to Wieden's engagement, and escaped into Brock Leon, so I took the initiative to go there to find a way to save her, and then I met the brothers of the Wolf Pie..."

"This Mossack can prove it... You can also ask Ciri if I followed her all the way."

The Druid nodded to the two Majesties. He had bumped into Roy, Geralt, and Ciri outside the primeval forest. "Your Majesty, as far as I know, some people are born with the ability of astrologers to predict, and they are natural."

Roy couldn't help being a little grateful to the Druid, although it was unclear why he was speaking for him.

"Everything you say may be a coincidence." Calanthe retorted.

"I also saw the meeting in Sintra lasted for two months..." Roy raised his voice, "The kingdom ambassadors' invitation to His Majesty either answered ambiguous, or like Leiria and Livia's Fyodor In that way, I hope that my prince will marry the Princess of Sintra, and make marriage a prerequisite for forming an alliance. It is also like Archduke Raymond of Toussaint who goes back on his promises and asks for trouble."

"So, you told Geralt what you said just now?" Calanthe seemed to have known Roy again, showing an expression that seemed both disgusting and admiring, "You are young, but your mind is not small."

"Otherwise, the two majesties probably won't give us a second look?"

"The military information of Nilfgaard is also what you saw through 'precognition'?"

King East tapped his fingers on the table to ask who in the world believed most in fate and so-called prophecy, and he was one of them, because of a magical experience in his early years.

"Well..." Roy paused, his face sullen, and glanced at Mossack with a cautious expression. "My next words are related to Sintra's future. They are very harsh and may even offend the two majesties."

"But it doesn't matter, Mossack is absolutely trustworthy." East's expression remained calm from beginning to end, "If you are telling the truth, of course, there is no offense."

"I see - in July of next year, the Nilfgaardian army will march on Sintra... to meet the defenders at Manada, and to destroy them, and win by an overwhelming advantage, led by two majesties. The main force was almost wiped out!"

"Absurd!"

"Be patient." East patted the back of his wife's hand.

The druid's deep eyes flashed with magical aura, trying to capture the witcher's mind, but to no avail.

He tried to foretell Broy's whereabouts again, but found that a cloud of mist shrouded him.

The witcher who was so close at hand seemed to have some kind of anti-reconnaissance, anti-divination method that made him detached from his destiny.

Geralt leaned back in his chair, sipped his wine, and watched the changes. He sighed in his heart that he was persuaded by this kid's eloquence. He was very curious, would the two rulers eat this set?

"In just one day, Nilfgaard quickly surrounded the city we were in, the city gate of the capital of Sintra. His Majesty led the remnants of the city wall and the enchanted city gate for four days and four nights. Pull declares loss!" Roy continued, his voice became a little heavy, and an inexplicable tension spread, making people involuntarily listen and trust

"The Nilfgaardian army drove straight in, burned, killed and looted, turning Sintra into a purgatory on earth. The entire sky and the nearby sea were red with blood and fire!"

"Cintra is... demise."

East took a deep breath, closed his eyes in silence, leaned back on the back of the chair, and was speechless for a long time.

"The time, place, and results are so detailed, what an amazing prediction," Calanthe couldn't believe it. Roy said that her proud army was so vulnerable?

She would rather believe that this guy is just making up!

So the emerald green eyes were filled with angry flames, and asked sharply,

"Then have you seen what happened to me and East?"

Roy didn't speak, his face was embarrassed.

"Even though..." East waved at him with an encouraging look.

For some reason, the witcher saw a ray of light in the vicissitudes of life of the islander king, a hint of relief.

As if he had expected it.

"Your Majesty, in the battle of Manada, he charged into the battle like an angry sea monster, but was still defeated and killed by an arrow. Your homeland, the Skellige Islands, has become your resting place."

"What about me?" Calanthe was not sure whether she was scared or angry, her voice trembling obviously, and she was extremely gaffe.

No one expected to see such a scene, the lioness of Sintra was flushed, her eyes were teary and her lips were trembling.

East took her in his arms.

Just like once, shielding her from falling gravel.

"The day the city was broken... No one in the Sintra royal family surrendered, and everyone accompany their families to take poison and commit suicide. And you... were stabbed in the body by a spear while defending the city, dragging your body seriously. Go back to the castle and cut your wrist with a sharp weapon..."

Every time the witcher's words paused, the queen who was lying in Easter's arms shivered.

"You climbed to the window and jumped off the top of the battlements—"

"Martyrdom for the country!"

"Death on the spot!"

Roy's eyes swept across the queen's body with a hint of admiration. Although this woman has a bad temper, she has a strong personality before the big trouble.

The witcher's statement is not over yet, and he uses the last cruelty to draw an end to the future of the two.

"Your remains are nowhere to be found, so His Majesty East is alone in the tomb!"

...

"Enough, shut up!"

"Witcher," Calanthe wiped the tears from her face, sat up straight on the throne, and forced a smile up her head, "this is the end of the wonderful show! Now, I will give you a sum of money. Then you two immediately leave."

"You still have a question to ask," Easter frowned, "Where's Ciri?"

"Do you believe his nonsense?" The queen turned around, her emerald eyes flashed with tears, and she asked inexplicably.

"My love, ask your heart, you have the answer." East suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, "I believe him..."

East of the Archipelago never told anyone—when he was an adventurer at sea, he always observed the stars to make sure his ships never strayed from their course.

But one night, lying on the deck of the longship with his hands on his head, he accidentally discovered the secret engraved between the stars in the sky.

This discovery completely transformed the once humorous, wandering adventurer into a sullen and shy person.

Why?

Because the incomparably heavy future he saw from the stars was far less clear than Roy's description, but most of it overlapped.

For a long time, he was alone with this nightmare future.

And now, his wife, so many people share the burden for him.

This silent man is like unshackled.

"Mossak, the most knowledgeable druid master, do you think so too?" Calanthe turned to the gray-bearded old man with anticipation, waiting for him to give a negative answer, but she was disappointed.

As the son of nature, Druids often observe various natural phenomena, such as storms, waves, lightning, and starry sky, and summarize the laws from them, most of which are signs of the future.

Although he couldn't understand the principle of the witcher's prophecy.

But the inspiration and experience he had accumulated over the past century, as well as his brief polygraph test, told him very clearly,

"I can't be sure if Roy's words are all true, but the language of nature tells me..." The Druid's expression was heavy, "Most of it is true."

Calanthe went limp and sat back in the chair, staring blankly in the air.

Suddenly closed his eyes.

Although reluctant to admit it, the witcher's description of the future fits her personality perfectly.

If she was in such a desperate situation, she would definitely die for the country!

The witcher's next words dealt her a fatal blow.

"Queen, before you killed yourself, you made a few knights in the castle make an oath to protect Ciri from fleeing. But on the way, those knights were killed by Nilfgaardian soldiers, and Ciri and the corpses stayed in the In the alleys of the burning city."

The two rulers held their breath, palms clasped, supporting each other.

Geralt also pricked up his ears, which Roy never told him about.

"Later Ciri escaped the Nilfgaardian infantry with her cleverness and intuition, and she survived."

"But starving and trekking."

"She's going to be in a lot of pain, a lot more than she's been in the last ten years."

There was an excruciating silence in the hall.

Only a few people were breathing heavily.

After a long time.

Calanthe took a deep breath, her face completely restored to calm and graceful.

She took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She looked at the two witchers, and there was no disdain or disgust in her eyes anymore, only a trace of understanding and respect in the calm.

"So, you want to take Ciri away and prevent her from suffering the grief of the fallen princess prematurely."

"Yes," Geralt began, "you finally understand what we're thinking."

"While there is nothing we can do about Sintra's doom."

"But at least we can save Ciri."

"Give both of you a reminder, just don't want her to blame us in the future."

...

"There's no way to change Hinter's doom, not at all."

Calanthe held her husband's arm, and the tacit understanding cultivated by each other flashed in both eyes at the same time, "Assume that what Master Roy said is the truth. We know the information one year in advance."

"Do you guys know what it means?" Calanthe's eyes flashed, with a tone of hope that the morning light would penetrate the sky, "We have nearly a year to prepare in advance."

"Even if we still can't change the outcome of failure, we try our best not to fail so badly!"

"And now, let's not talk about Ciri. Roy, you stand so high. You see so many crucial pictures." East, who was bent by fate, had fighting spirit in his eyes, and he unloaded the burden , he will fight to the end for his wife, fighting for every possibility of survival!

Even in death, he will make Nilfgaard pay a heavy price and tear a piece of meat from this behemoth!

"You should have some advice not to disclose."

"How to deal with the Nilfgaardian threat? In your opinion, what should Sintra pay attention to and what should be done in that decisive battle?"

Roy thought for a while and sighed.