Demon Hunter and His Hut

"It's him?!"

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

He recognized Emhyr's identity.

Because many years ago, he was invited by a queen to attend a banquet in the palace, and the purpose was to kill a monster that would appear at the banquet.

But following his heart's choice, instead of swinging his weapon, Roger saved the monster, broke his curse, and signed an unexpected contract with him.

Then there was his bond with Ciri.

He is Emhyr.

Roger felt the deepest malice. For the sake of power, Emhyr would do such a deranged thing.

So what else would he do to consolidate this domination?

A legitimate heir?

Geralt couldn't imagine it.

Now he can guess that Emhyr's true identity is not the prince of a small country, but the heir of Nilfgaard who was framed and fled to Sintra.

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

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

At this time, Geralt's eyes swept across Wingford's body, and in an instant, he understood something.

One is a prince who wants to restore his identity, and the other is an ambitious warlock who seeks greater development. It is not difficult for them to get together.

So now...

Geralt was stunned to discover that the people who witnessed the banquet had already died.

Most of the rest did not have the chance to see the emperor's true face.

So if this kind of secret is to be kept forever, Emhyr will definitely kill, maybe those old friends who died accidentally are for this reason.

"What should I tell Ciri?"

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

The body trembled slightly.

Geralt couldn't imagine the shock Ciri would face when he got the news.

At this time, Wygfortes seemed to feel something, and his eyes seemed to face Roger across a very long distance.

"why?"

Roger understood the meaning in Wingford's eyes, and he was asking himself why he let him go in the first place.

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

The next moment, Wingford's head exploded suddenly,

Blood and brains smeared half the room and dyed Emhyr's body red.

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

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

Geralt hesitated.

"Oh……"

"Wait a mininute!"

Then, Roger raised his hand casually.

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

thump.

Emhyr's corpse fell back on the throne, his deformed neck hanging from the back of the chair.

The emperor who stirred up the Civil War and launched the Jagged Invasion died like a poor slug.

At this time, Roger retracted his palm and turned to look at Geralt who was standing behind him.

"Okay, what were you going to say just now?"

White Wolf's cheeks twitched, he looked at Roger's right hand, and then at Emhyr's deformed neck in the image, his eyes wandering.

"No... nothing, it's not an important thing, I'll find you when I have time."

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

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

"Maybe it's the right choice to never let Ciri know about this."

He decided to bury the memory.

At this time, the sun has risen high, and the sun shines on everyone, driving away the cold in the valley and bringing warmth.

Roger looked up.

"A new beginning, isn't it?"

He was putting it lightly, but in a world where information was extremely slow, the impact of the Battle of Kermorhan was spreading at an extremely fast rate.

The corpses in the valley, and the hideous scars left on the Rockgrim Palace.

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

And this time, it was the witcher who ascended the position of the protagonist of history.

…………

Holy City - Kyle Mohan.

The ancient mottled city walls were restored.

Even the scenery deep in the valley was completely changed with the blessing of magic, and it was another winter, and the peaks that were supposed to be covered by heavy snow also appeared a little green.

Flowers and butterflies can be seen everywhere in the castle.

Not only that, the color of the outer wall of the castle has also been repainted, because today, this ancient fortress will witness a wedding.

Sorceress and witcher.

After a year of fermentation, Roger's influence could not be increased, and he became the transcendental one above the royal power, nobles, and all forces.

Or the arbiter.

Knowing that he was involved in person, not to mention the major lords and nobles, even the kings wanted to squeeze their heads and participate in it personally.

Not only that, but King Henselt of Caldwin, along with Kelmorhan and the entire mountain range nearby, was divided.

Let this be Roger's homemade place.

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

This made the weight of the invitations unbearable, and some people were even willing to use their fiefs and titles in exchange for the opportunity to come to Kyle Mohan.

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

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

After Ciri was busy by her side, 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 most fond of breaking conventions and defying convention.

But on this day, Yennefer suddenly discovered that following traditions can bring unimaginable happiness.

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

Even Ciri was impressed by Yennefer's beauty.

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

Fifteen-year-old Ciri has grown extremely fast, and her tall stature is no longer inferior to that of adult women. Except for the immature face on her face, she is already an uncompromising beauty.

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

"You will be the best." Everyone had already vaguely guessed Roger's arrangement for Ciri.

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

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

"Will it be a girl?"

"I wish I had a sister!"

Ciri asked with narrowed eyes.

"I have no idea."

"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 on the door.

"The guests are here."

"We're ready!" Ciri yelled.

The outside hall was crowded with guests.

The opera troupe headed by Dandelion is naturally responsible for enlivening the atmosphere and performing songs, and now Dandelion 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, he does not need 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 on the edge of the hall, the intelligence chief Dijkstra was drinking a small sip of wine, and an ordinary-looking local dog curled up under his feet.

"Do you still have pets?"

Dandelion suddenly sticks his head out from behind, and likes to stay in the corner is Dijkstra's habit, so he is not surprised by Dandelion's sudden appearance.

"Oh, it's strange to say, when I picked it up in the alley, it happened to be entangled by a group of estrus of the same kind, um..."

Dijkstra frowned.

"When an animal is in heat, it doesn't matter the time and place, and it's usually not very picky, but that day, it resisted its own instinct and rejected all the same kind around."

"Even fighting back when they came up." Dijkstra showed a memory.

"Since then I've discovered that it's different, and like me, I have to take a lot of temptation in order to work."

The spy chief squeezed his glass.

"Then I decided to take it with me."

"It's unbelievable, Dandelion, I can feel the long-lost tacit understanding from a dog. It's like a friend of mine. God, I can't live without it for almost a moment now."

Dijkstra lowered her voice.

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

The bard bowed his head, and saw the familiar gleam in the dog's eyes, he swallowed, and decided to rot some words in his stomach forever.

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

Did everyone silently block this message like him?

"That's impossible to say!" the bard exclaimed exaggeratedly.

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

"You know, there's always a similar story that ends up being true love saving the world, and maybe you can too."

Dandelion spouted irresponsibly.

"Is this your new story?" Dijkstra pouted.

"No, it was Roger, he told me." The bard vowed.

Dandelion shuddered at the thoughtful look on Dijkstra's face.

"Ah, someone is calling me, excuse me!"

He hurriedly made excuses and fled Dijkstra.

"What the hell did I say?"

"Roger just mentioned it half-jokingly, saying that he left some kind of curse on Philippa, but that's too difficult, after all, normal people..."

"Forget it, it is inevitable that people who do intelligence work will have a little strange hobby."

At this time, the music in the banquet hall suddenly became cheerful, and Luo Jie appeared in the center of the stage. He was the witness of this wedding.

And his appearance attracted everyone's attention.

Then Yennefer and Geralt.

One is surrounded by sorceresses, and the other is followed by strong witchers.

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

"I like your outfit today." Yennefer whispered close to Geralt.

"Me too."

The two have gone through hardships, have gone through separation and integration, and finally ushered in a happy ending.

"Do you like my present?"

Roger asked with a smile.

Yennefer nodded. "You kept your word, Roger, and now I have the whole world."

"Thank you!"

The one who said this was Geralt, his emotions were restrained, but his eyes already conveyed all the gratitude.

"Don't rush to say thank you." Roger approached Geralt with a smile.

At this time, everyone sent forward words of blessing.

Suddenly, a familiar red burst into the eyes.

It's Triss.

The sorceress looked a lot haggard since the last time they parted, and that's when Geralt made his choice.

"bless all of you!"

Triss and Yennefer kissed each other's cheeks. Yennefer seemed to see Triss's haggard, but didn't say anything.

The past is gone.

Standing here are her and Geralt.

"Triss..."

Geralt's voice was low, but the sorceress shook her head gently, seeing Yennefer's uncharacteristic generosity in this scene, she moved slightly away, 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, right?"

Geralt asked with a smile.

Triss hesitated for a moment, which made Geralt's heart sink sharply.

"No, not quite."

Triss stepped forward and approached Geralt's ear.

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

Hearing this sentence, Geralt felt as if a hundred hippos had stepped on him, and his head was buzzing.

"How... how is it possible?!"

he asked incoherently.

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

"But you...but..."

"I implore Roger to help me make up for this shortcoming." Triss smiled like a fox.

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

"Do you like my present, Rivia's pile driver..."

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

"Let's witness together..."

"The happy couple!"

Thunderous applause.

But at this moment Geralt felt trembling all over.

Break up, break up, play what heartbeat?

Predictably, the witcher's married life will be exciting.

Just like his adventurous career.

(End of the book)

talk aside

The fifty-five chapters are about 120,000 words. After the Dlc has been updated, this story has finally come to an end. Thank you for your company.

Thank you all for your tolerance.

From the very beginning, I planned to write a relatively complete story. The Witcher world view is particularly huge and there are many details. Only a part of it was extracted, which can be regarded as making up for some regrets when reading books and playing games.

The new book will not be too fast. There is a lot of work to be done at the end of the year, and some information needs to be checked. Try to avoid the pits that you have stepped on before.

See you on our new book!

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