The Divine Hunter

In the bedroom, under the dim light, half of the face of the petite figure is hidden in the darkness.

"Witcher, you can speak with confidence now."

"That... Your Royal Highness, why did you drive the maids out?"

"Something...cough...I just want to talk to you alone." Ciri put her hands behind her back and looked like a little adult with a baby-fat face.

"I guess..." the young witcher lowered his voice, "you don't want to be engaged to Prince Christine, you asked me to help you escape."

"You...how do you know?!" Ciri jumped up like a frightened cat, pointing at the witcher and trying her best to make a fierce expression, "Come on! Did Calanthe send you to watch Ben Princess?"

"You misunderstood me..." Roy looked into the eyes of the little princess sincerely, suppressing his smile, "Actually, I not only understand your troubles, but I also know that you occasionally have some weird nightmares, especially in When stimulated, you will dream of a horrific team of skeleton horse riders chasing you."

The little girl's mouth couldn't close, and she was a little dumbfounded.

"Are you saying it was a coincidence? I had the same dream as Her Royal Highness, but I still had you in my dream, and you told me a lot of secrets." Roy walked over to the little girl, but he took a step closer, wishing He subconsciously took a step back.

"Your comrade Halma, Keris, your parents, Your Highness Pavetta, and Lord Downey."

"You're serious...you didn't lie to me?"

"His Royal Highness recall carefully, you recruited me into the palace, this is not an accidental idea, it is fate. We are the same kind of people, and we will meet sooner or later." Ciri's emerald-like eyes showed confusion, and he was still young. She didn't quite understand what the witcher said.

And Roy is not nonsense. After swallowing the blood of the sun, there is also a thin ancient blood flowing in his body.

"If you really don't believe it, why don't we make a bet?"

"Bet?" Ciri's eyes lit up, and she became less frightened when she became playful. "Witcher, your words are too profound for me to understand, but I bet I understand."

"Call me Roy, I'm not much older than you, Your Highness."

"Roy, how should we bet!?" Ciri excitedly ran to the drawer and took out a sapphire necklace.

"I'll put the bet here first."

She seems to be playing an interesting game.

"No, Your Highness, no stake is required..." Roy shook his head gently, "You just need to remember what I said, remember every word I said."

"After going to Wieden this time to get engaged, your marriage to Prince Christine will not be successful."

"You said I wouldn't marry that fat fat man?!" Ciri happily stalked around the room like a happy colt, poking her toes and pulling up her little foreign dress.

"Also, on this journey between Sintra and Verdon, you will encounter a white-haired witcher. You can call him Geralt directly."

"This is what you dreamed of?" Ciri stopped spinning, a trace of tadpole lines appeared in her eyes.

"Um."

"Roy..." the little girl suddenly called out, she pulled her skirt closer again, and looked up at the witcher.

Although he was eight years old, Ciri was slow to develop, only 1.3 meters tall and didn't even reach the chest of a 1.75-meter witcher.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm glad you told me these secrets." Ciri smiled happily. "You didn't hide everything from me like other idiots and fool me as a little brat."

"Of course, friends have to be sincere to each other."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door and the urgent call of the palace maid,

"Bang, bang, bang... Your Royal Highness, how are you?"

"Come, come!" Ciri roared impatiently towards the door, "Roy the Dragon Slayer, it's time to tell your adventure story."

...

In the bedroom, the four maids accompany the princess to sit around the dim fireplace, the firelight illuminated their faces ruddy, but they didn't even realize it, and they listened intently to the spitting witcher in the center.

"That's a story I've heard from older witchers."

"A long time ago, there was a righteous knight in Aden called Leon. Leon was in the knights until he was thirty years old, but because he had a dead face and his facial expression was as stiff as wood, he was expelled by the new superior and changed his job. became a killer."

"What does the killer usually do?"

Ciri next to him propped his chin and asked the witcher curiously,

"Killers are another type of demon hunters, but their targets are people, and they only accept the commission of killing people. Because Leon is a good person with a conscience and a bottom line, he only assassinates bad people who do all kinds of evil to eliminate harm for the people."

"During a certain mission, Leon rescued a little girl, Mathilde, who was colluded with corrupt officials and gangsters to kill."

A girl rescued by a knight?

The maids had their eyes blurred, which is the dream of almost all girls.

"It's a pity that he has facial paralysis..." A maid in a red apron sighed faintly.

...

"If Lyon has a child, Mathilde should be the same age as his child. So Lyon took in Mathilde."

"Despite the huge age difference, the two get along very harmoniously - the girl manages the housework, takes care of his life, and the silver queen of potted plants he regards as a treasure, while Leon continues to make money."

...

"It's been a quiet and happy time like this... The two are like relatives and close friends, sticking to each other."

"Master Witcher..."

A lovely round-faced maid suddenly asked cautiously, "What is the age difference between Mathilde and Leon? Is it a father-daughter relationship or... love?"

"Well...a thousand audiences, there are a thousand kinds of understanding." The witcher looked around the girls who were looking forward to it, and smiled inwardly, "Matilde is about ten years old...they are about 10 years old. Twenty years old, you think."

"Definitely a father-daughter love!"

A skinny maid vowed, "The little girl is not old enough to understand anything!"

"No... You are superficial." Another plump maid objected, "The forty-year-old bachelor next door to my house married a young, beautiful adopted girl, and now the two are still living together. have a son."

"So..." The plump maid concluded, "As long as she looks good, what about her daughter?"

After she finished speaking, she held her face,

"Why didn't I have such a knight when I was a child, of course, I definitely don't want an old bachelor."

...

"The gangster and the collaborating bureaucrats tracked down their whereabouts..." Roy let the girls discuss freely for a while, then said that they secretly surrounded the two's residence. The situation is extremely critical..."

"Finally, in order to save Mathilde's life, Lyon bravely sacrificed himself and perished with the bad guys!"

...

"Woooo..." A faint sob awakened Roy from his impassioned state, but when he turned around, he saw half of the maids had tears in their eyes.

"They're not together?!" Ciri stood up angrily and waved a pink fist at the witcher, "A knight will never die so easily!"

"But he is indeed dead."

"No, I said he wasn't dead!" Ciri growled reluctantly.

"Well, Leon didn't die, and finally lived happily with Mathilde and continued to take care of the Silver Queen."

"yeah!"

Almost instantly, the maids burst into laughter, with tears in their laughter.

And Ciri muttered to herself, "A lowly born girl like Mathilde has knights willing to sacrifice herself for her—"

"Witcher, 'Dragon Slayer'." Ciri held her neck proudly like a white swan, "Would you like to die for me?"

"This……"