"Is it him?!"

Seeing that familiar face, Geralt's face changed drastically.

He recognized Nhil's identity.

Many years ago, he had been asked by a queen to attend a banquet at the palace with the aim of slaying a monster that would appear at the banquet.

But following his heart's choice, Roger did not wave the weapon in his hand, but saved the monster, broke his curse, and made an unexpected pact with him.

And then there was his bond with Ciri.

He's Enchil.

But at the same time, he is also Ciri's father.

The father is to marry his own daughter.

Roger felt the deepest malice, for the sake of power, Enhill would do such a desperate thing.

So what else would he do to consolidate that rule?

A legal heir?

Geralt couldn't have imagined.

Now he could guess that Enhil's true identity was not that of a prince of a small country, but that of the heir of Nilfgaard, who had been framed and fled to Sintra.

But at the beginning, he had already been swallowed by the sea with Ciri's mother......

Obviously, the shipwreck was not an accident, but a deliberate arrangement.

At this moment, Geralt's gaze swept over Wigofertz, and in an instant, he understood something.

One is a prince who wants to regain his identity, and the other is a careerist who wants to develop bigger, and it is not incomprehensible that the two of them come together.

So now......

Geralt was shocked to find that the people who had witnessed the banquet had died.

Most of the rest also did not have a chance to see the true face of this emperor.

So if this incest mystery is to be preserved forever, Enhil will definitely go on a killing spree, and perhaps those old friends who died unexpectedly are for this reason.

"What should I say to Ciri?"

"Tell her that the man who caused your tragic fate and wanted to capture you as a political puppet is your biological father?"

The body trembled slightly.

Geralt couldn't have imagined the shock Ciri would face when she learned the news.

At this time, Wigo Fortez seemed to feel something, and in the darkness his gaze seemed to cross a great distance to meet Roger.

"Why?"

Roger read the meaning in Wigofortez's eyes, and he asked himself why he had let him go in the first place.

Roger didn't answer, but reached out and shook it hard.

The next moment, Wigofortez's skull exploded, and blood and brains smeared half of the room, staining Enhill's body red.

His Majesty the Young Emperor stood up from his throne and looked at the huge stone crack spreading from under his feet, a complicated look appeared in his eyes.

"Roger, I have something important to tell you."

Geralt hesitated.

"Oh......"

"Wait a minute!"

Then, Roger casually raised his hand.

There was no sound in the illusory image, and in the next second, His Majesty the Emperor's neck was pinched into a strange shape.

Thump.

Enhil's corpse leaned back and fell to the throne, its distorted neck dangling from the back of the chair.

The emperor, who stirred up the Civil War and launched an iron-blooded invasion, died like a poor slug.

Only then did Roger withdraw his palm and turn to look at Geralt who was standing behind him.

"Okay, what were you going to say?"

The white wolf's cheeks twitched, and he looked at Roger's right hand, and then at the deformed neck of Enhil in the image, his gaze wandering.

"I didn't ...... What, it's not an important thing, I'll look for you again when I have time. ”

At this time, Geralt suddenly noticed the hidden smile in Roger's eyes.

In that moment he knew that Roger must know something, about Enhill's identity, and about the hidden secret.

"Maybe it's the right thing to do if it never gets known to Ciri."

He decided to bury the memory.

At this time, the sun had risen high, and the sun shone on everyone's bodies to drive away the cold in the valley and bring a trace of warmth.

Roger looked up.

"A new beginning, isn't it?"

He said it lightly, but in a world where information is extremely slow, the effects of the Battle of Kellmohan spread at breakneck speed.

The corpses in the valley, and the hideous scars that remained on Lockgrim Palace.

The crowd realizes that in this chaotic world, a new order is being established.

And this time it was the witcher who took the lead role in history.

…………

Holy City – Kellmohan.

The old mottled city walls have been renovated.

Even the scenery in the depths of the valley was completely changed by magic, and it was another winter, and the peaks that should have been covered in snow also appeared a little green.

Flowers and butterflies can be seen everywhere in the castle.

Not only that, but the exterior walls of the castle have been repainted, because today, this fortress left over from antiquity will witness a wedding.

Sorceresses and witchers.

After a year of fermentation, Roger's influence was incomprehensible, and he became the detached one above the royal power and nobles, as well as all the powers.

Or rather, the arbiter.

Knowing that he is personally involved, not to mention the major lords and nobles, even the kings want to squeeze their heads out and participate in it personally.

Not only that, but King Hensett of Kodwin was divided into the entire mountain range of Kellmohan and the vicinity.

Make this Roger's place of self-control.

But even so, everyone needs to receive an invitation before they can come to Kellmohan.

This made the weight of the invitation so much that some people were even willing to exchange their fiefs and titles for the opportunity to come to Kellmohan.

In the room, Yennefer sprayed on her favorite perfume, and she looked at the bright and beautiful woman in the mirror.

At this moment, Yennefer believed that even with the blessing of magical power, the legendary first beauty would not be as bright as one-tenth of her brilliance at the moment.

After Ciri was busy around her, she saw the sorceress take off her favorite black and white color scheme and put on a traditional wedding dress.

In the past, sorceresses were the ones who liked to break with tradition and ignore conventions.

But on this day, Yennefer suddenly discovered that following tradition can also reap unimaginable happiness.

"You're so beautiful today, when will I be like you?"

Even Ciri was impressed by the beauty of Yennefa.

She leaned forward, revealing a small silver head in the mirror.

Fifteen-year-old Ciri has developed extremely fast, and her tall figure is no longer inferior to that of an adult woman, except for her face that is a little immature, she can already be regarded as an out-and-out beauty.

"You don't know how lucky you are."

"You're going to be the best." Everyone had already vaguely guessed Roger's plan for Ciri.

This girl will inherit Roger's current power and status.

Ye Naifa stood up, she had an almost perfect curve in the mirror, her lower abdomen was slightly raised, Ye Naifa slowly stretched out her palm, feeling the rhythm of another life.

"Could it be a girl?"

"I wish I had a sister!"

Ciri asked, squinting her eyes.

"I don't know."

"You don't know? You're a sorceress! Ciri looked surprised.

"Because I want to be like a normal woman."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"The guests have arrived."

"We're ready!" Ciri shouted.

Outside, the hall was crowded with guests.

The opera troupe headed by Danderien is naturally responsible for enlivening the atmosphere and playing the songs, and now Danderien has an unimaginable artistic status in this world.

Of course, while spreading his artistic ideas, the great bard also spread his love all over the world.

However, there is no need for him to take the initiative to sing on stage today, because he has a more important task to preside over this great wedding.

In the corner at the edge of the hall, Director of Intelligence Dijestra sipped a glass of wine, and at his feet curled up an ordinary-looking earth dog.

"You still have pets?"

Dandrien suddenly poked his head out from behind, and it was Dejestra's habit to like to stay in the corner, so he was not surprised by Dandrien's sudden appearance.

"Oh, it's weird to say, when I first picked it up in the alley, it happened to be entangled by a bunch of people in heat, well......"

Dejestra frowned.

"When an animal is in heat, it is not very picky at any time and occasion, but on that day, it resisted its instinct and rejected all its kind around it."

"Even when they pounced, they fought back." Dejestra looked like a memory.

"That's when I found it different, and just like me, I had to endure a lot of temptations in order to work."

The Secret Service Manager clenched his glass.

"Then I decided to take it with me."

"It's unbelievable, Dandrion, I actually feel a long-lost tacit understanding from a dog, it's like a friend of mine, oh my god, I can't live without it for almost a moment now."

Dejestra lowered her voice.

"I almost thought I was already in love with it, can you imagine? A dog! ”

The bard lowered his head, seeing a familiar sparkle in the earthen dog's eyes, and he swallowed and spit, deciding to rot some words in his stomach forever.

It's so strange that Dijstra doesn't even know the identity of this dirt dog.

Did everyone quietly block this message like him?

"That's not for sure!" The bard exclaimed.

"She may be a cursed princess, or ......"

"You know, there are always stories like this, and the end ending is true love saving the world, and maybe you can too."

—————

Dandrien splattered irresponsibly.

"This is a new story you made?" Dejestra pouted.

"No, it's Roger, he told me." The bard swore by it.

Seeing the thoughtful expression on Dejestra's face, Dandrion couldn't help but shudder.

"Ah, someone is calling me, I'm out of company!"

He hurriedly made an excuse to flee Dijstra.

"What the hell did I say?"

"Roger only half-jokingly mentioned that he had left some kind of curse on Philippa, but that was too difficult, after all, normal people ......"

"Forget it, it's inevitable that there will be a bit of a strange fetish when doing intelligence work."

At this time, the music in the banquet hall suddenly became cheerful, and Luo Ming appeared in the center of the stage, he was a witness to the wedding.

And his appearance also attracted everyone's attention.

Then there were Yennefer and Geralt.

On one side is the sorceress, and on the other side is the strong witcher.

For the first time, Geralt didn't complain about the clothes on his body.

"I love your outfit today." Yennefer whispered as he approached Geralt.

"Me too."

The two went through hardships, went through separation and reunion, and finally ushered in a happy ending.

"Like my gift?"

Roger asked with a smile.

Ye Naifa nodded, "You fulfilled your promise, Roger, and now I have the whole world. ”

"Thank you!"

It was Geralt who said this, he was emotionally reserved, but his eyes had already conveyed all the gratitude.

"Don't be in a hurry to say thank you." Roger approached Geralt with a smile.

At this time, everyone rushed forward to send words of blessing.

Suddenly, a familiar red came into view.

It's Triss.

The Sorceress seemed to be much haggard since the last separation, and it was on that occasion that Geralt made her choice.

"Bless you!"

Triss and Yennefer kissed each other on the cheek, and Yennefer seemed to see Trissy's haggardness, but said nothing.

The past is gone.

Standing here were her and Geralt.

"Triss ......"

Geralt's voice was low, but the sorceress shook her head gently, seeing the unusually generous attitude of Yennefer, she moved away slightly, and was soon surrounded by other guests.

"I'm glad you're here today." Geralt's voice was still somewhat guilty.

"We're still friends, aren't we?"

Geralt asked with a smile.

Triss hesitated, which made Geralt's heart sink.

"No, not exactly."

Triss stepped forward to Geralt's ear.

"You are not only my friend, but also the father of my children."

Hearing this, Geralt felt as if he had been trampled by a hundred hippos, and his head was buzzing.

"How...... How can it be?! ”

He asked incoherently.

"Have you forgotten? The last time we parted, on the day you made your choice, the last night we spended. ”

"But you...... But ......"

"I beg Roger to help me make up for it." Triss smiled like a fox.

At this time, Geralt finally remembered what Roger had just said, and he turned around sharply, walked through the crowd, and saw Roger standing not far away.

"Like my gift, Livia's piledriver......"

Dandrien's high-pitched voice came from the high platform.

"Let's witness the ...... together"

"This pair of happy people!"

Thunderous applause.

But at this moment, Geralt felt trembling all over.

Break up and break up, what heartbeat to play?

Predictably, the married life of a witcher is sure to be very exciting.

Just like his adventurous career.

(End of book)