Witcher's Atelier

In a certain month of a certain year, I learned that the brave Fire Sage was about to visit Keldro Port again.

The royal family of Skellige ordered a famous painter to create a large oil painting called "The Fire Sage in Kel'dro" as a gift.

The painter, who was originally reluctant, accepted the job under the threat of a whip.

When the painting was completed, the mayor of Keldro came to inspect it, and he was surprised by the finished product: it showed two young ladies wrestling and fighting on a luxurious bed, and the scenery outside the window was Novigrad.

"Damn it! What the hell are you doing? Who is this gray-haired woman?" the mayor asked angrily.

"Xili, the sister of the Sage of Fire." The painter replied.

"Where's the blonde woman?!"

"Pucilla, the lover of the Fire Sage."

"..., where is the Fire Sage?"

The corners of his mouth raised, and the painter spread his hands.

"The Fire Sage is in Keldra."

──"Collection of Northern Political Jokes"

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A month and a half after Radovid's death.

This morning, deep in the towering Keldro Palace on the Great Skellige Island, the fire was burning brightly, filling the room with spring, above a certain "four-poster solid wood, European style country elevated double curtain bed".

Lifting a corner of the quilt, the young witcher's posture was a bit sneaky, like some scumbag who only remembered that he had a family after a night passed and planned to escape secretly.

Gentlely raised Queen Skellige's healthy and strong arms, he nimbly got off the heavy bed, stood in front of the full-length mirror and began to dress.

In addition, although it is not worth boasting, I still want to mention it a little: If he hadn't carefully crafted this double bed with a long name, it really wouldn't have been able to withstand her wild tonnage test. There was no doubt that he would have slept on it last night. fall apart.

Victor. Count Corleone, I dare to use my grandfather’s reputation to guarantee that Ms. Caris Quint has definitely gained weight!

But you can't say this, otherwise someone will die!

You can’t even think about it, thinking is the Holy Light!

Anyway, I understand everything!

Woohoo ~ Primate's marvelous creation, magnificent and majestic!

This is an important treasure that sincerely gathers the hearts of the world!

──Ah! Is it an illusion?

I was thinking about the wonders of the world, and I seemed to be able to see the bright holy light in front of my eyes.

No! It's not an illusion, it's a real person...

Waking up from his reverie, Victor found helplessly that although he tried his best to move as gently as possible, she was still awakened by the sound of her getting up. She quietly got off the ground and walked behind her, and her figure was reflected in the mirror.

The room with the fireplace is warm enough, Queen Skellige "Little Sparrowhawk". Caris Quint didn't care about the man's squinting eyes. She stretched out her hands openly and put them on her clothes to help button them and arrange them.

There was ridicule and joy in his words, "Haha! It's really admirable. I never saw that you are this kind of person before. Good guy, I have seen you so many times last night, and I can still stare at you after getting up. Are you so good-looking? ?”

"To be honest, grizzly bears are so good-looking that I can never get tired of them." Say what you have to say. This is my way of forbearance!

"Hmm... Really? Since it looks good, watch more of it. Leave precious memories before you die. You won't feel lonely when you take them to heaven."

"Wow, are you polite? Can you speak - ugh!"

The arm that was wrapping the belt suddenly exerted force, causing Victor to feel physically uncomfortable, while Caris, who had hurt his hand, smiled brightly.

"Shut up! This is Skellige's tradition. Women dress men in their best clothes and send him on a boat to set sail; men brave the wind and waves and die in the sea, achieving the highest glory!"

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻Here’s nonsense!

He was speechless for a while. This is a beautiful thing that honors one's ancestors. Whoever you love can do it...

"My dear, can't you expect me to come back victorious? I don't actually need such a high glory. I can accept it if I am shorter."

Narrowing her eyes, Caris looked at the man with disdain, "Dead ball! Anyway, you are not going to sea for me, but for that firewood girl from Sintra."

"Hey, don't be so heartless! From the perspective of my grandfather's generation, Xili and you are actually related - Wow!" Victor tried to build a relationship based on reason, but when his vitals were captured, he died on the spot.

"Stop doing this useless thing. I have no intention of stopping you. Besides, fighting this battle is not without its benefits."

Shi Shiran let go of Xiongying, and Caris smoothed the wrinkles on the man's shirt, trying to make him look more respectable.

"You know, in the legend of Skellige, the 'Wild Hunt' is a symbol of doomsday. Dare to show your sword to evil, whether you win or die in battle, your story will become an epic that will be passed down from generation to generation."

"Really? I only know that the act of hunting and kidnapping people to be slaves in other worlds has left corresponding legends of monsters in all the countries on the mainland." Victor raised his arm so that Caris could put on the armor. Body, "But it sounds like Skellige is rumored to be so evil that you can rise to the level of a hero just by killing them?"

After tightening the chain armor belt, she relaxed it slightly to ensure a fixed effect without hindering her movements, "No, it's not just a hero, strictly speaking it's closer to a god.

According to legend, the Last War—the beginning of Ragh Nar Roog, also known as Tedd Deireadh—is the age of the end, the age of frost and the blizzard of wolves.

The 'Najrfa' will come, a longship made of dead men's fingernails and filled with an army of ghosts and demons.

Then Camby the cock crows, awakening the legendary hero Hemdor, who will blow his horn, clearer than thunder, to summon the warriors of Skellige to a battle that will decide the fate of the world.

This battle of good versus evil, of life or death, pits the humans and gods on one side against the monsters, spirits, and demons from Holmor on the other. The outcome will determine whether the world falls into eternal darkness, or the sun rises again.

We islanders take this legend so seriously that we always cut our nails before burying the dead, hoping to delay the construction of Nagirfar and thus postpone the end of the world. "

Here he paused, and Caris, who was about to put on the armor for him, took two steps back and folded her arms, like a Skellige woman who was about to see her husband off, carefully observing Victor's appearance to see if there was anything missing.

On the other hand, although he understood that she needed to express her depressed and enthusiastic feelings, it was unnecessary to do so to this extent, so Victor couldn't help but want to say something to ease it, at least not to make the atmosphere so heavy.

"Well... sweetheart, in fact, there is no need for such elaborate equipment, after all, we will take off the armor when we arrive at Udvik Island; today we will just set sail to the ambush site to set up camp, and it will take a few days to prepare before the formal lure and war. ”

The Udvik armor he was wearing at the moment was a set of traditional Skellige heavy armor, which was both domineering and wild and strong in defense. It was one of the most familiar equipment. More importantly, going to Udvik Island to fight and using local special protective gear was said to bring luck bonus.

And the war a few days later, under the premise of anticipating the enemy, although it did require a little luck, at least don't let Eredin, the loser, suddenly have doubled his intelligence and realize that the signal was a trap.

But the Wild Hunt was at most like this, and that was what he wanted to express.

Clearly read the other party's subtext, "Okay! You make sense." Caris stopped packing up and stared at Victor with a smile.

"So... you will win, right? My Hemdor."

"Please rest assured, beautiful little sparrowhawk.

There is no opponent before us!"

Pulling the cloak to wrap the queen to prevent accidental discharge, the witcher hugged her tightly and kissed her lips.

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