The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife

The capital of the Silver Moon Kingdom is called Moonlight City.

It is located at the foot of the majestic Artemis Mountains and is surrounded by a clear river called Silver Creek.

The city is like a shining pearl inlaid on the earth.

The city walls are built of ancient gray stones. The traces of time have left deep lines on its surface, telling a thousand years of history.

In the center of Moonlight City stands a towering castle called Moonlight Fortress.

At this time, the second prince Bronco Silver Moon has moved into this castle representing the center of power.

As long as his seriously ill father passes away, he can become the king of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

Now, with the support of some nobles in the capital, the Duke of the West, and the nobles in the North, his power is already stable.

Whether it is the eldest prince Gould Silver Moon who fled to the East, or the third prince Reynolds who is called the Silver Moon Star hiding in the South, they can not pose a threat to him.

And now, he is checking the letters from the North.

Seeing that the Ice Bear City coalition was defeated, and even the Ice Bear Marquis died in the Frost Wolf Ridge, his face immediately darkened.

"Waste."

He cursed in a low voice, and his face was calm.

Originally, the Ice Bear Family was supported by him to consume the Frost Wolf Family. It would be great if the Frost Wolf Family could be directly destroyed.

Even if it fails now, it is just a chess piece consumed. As long as the northern fortress guarding the north still belongs to the royal family, the north belongs to him.

As long as he supports another family, he can still control the resources of the north, and it is not difficult to continue to suppress the Frost Wolf Family.

What really concerns him now is whether there is the shadow of the eldest prince behind the Frost Wolf Family. He does not believe that the Frost Wolf Family, which has already declined, can successfully defeat the Ice Bear City coalition.

Although the talent of the new Frost Wolf Duke is comparable to that of the third prince, it is still too weak compared to the royal family.

In the heart of Moonlight City, there is a solemn and sacred building-the Cathedral of Holy Light.

With its unique Dawn Empire style and exquisite artistic decoration, this church has become a spiritual symbol and pilgrimage site for the Holy Light believers of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

The exterior of the church is majestic and magnificent, with tall spires pointing straight to the sky.

The exterior walls are made of dark gray stones, and the entrance is a pair of finely carved oak doors with biblical stories and angels carved on them.

The altar inside is made of pure white marble, inlaid with gold foil and gems, and a holy statue stands in the center, representing the core of the church's faith.

The basement of the cathedral is a place for prayer and meditation. There is an ancient reliquary, which is said to contain the relics of a great saint, attracting pilgrims from all over the world to come and worship.

At this time, in the main hall of the church, Saint Lucia was praying to the Holy Light Altar.

She has long golden hair as smooth as a waterfall, eyes as clear as lake water, deep and bright, and skin as white as jade, clean and flawless.

She was wearing a pure white robe with golden vines and lilies embroidered on the edge, symbolizing purity and holiness, and a cross necklace symbolizing holy light on her neck.

Her voice was soft and solemn, reciting the ancient prayer:

"Lord, may your light dispel darkness, may your mercy shelter our home, give us strength and courage to love and forgive."

With every prayer, her voice was full of power, as if it could touch the heartstrings of every listener, making people feel the sacred comfort and hope.

The air around her seemed to become sacred because of her prayers. The air was filled with a faint smell of incense, which intertwined with the breeze from the window, creating a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

"Lucia, are you ready to set foot in the north?" The archbishop's low voice sounded.

"I am here, ready to follow God's will at any time."

Lucia's voice was calm and firm. She opened her eyes, and her eyes flashed with determination and faith.

She stood up, her white robe fluttering gently in the breeze, like a blooming lily, pure and tough.

Lucia walked to the Archbishop of Holy Light and bowed slightly to show respect. Her movements were elegant and powerful, showing the solemnity and humility of the saint.

"Archbishop, I understand the importance and challenges of this trip to the North. I will bring God's grace to those in need, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles are ahead."

The Archbishop nodded, his deep eyes full of trust and expectations for Lucia.

"The people of the North are suffering, Lucia, you are not only their hope, but also our pride. May the Holy Light be with you, illuminate your way forward, and protect you from all harm."

Lucia took the scepter handed over by the Archbishop, which was her symbol and her mission.

A sapphire with a soft glow was inlaid on the top of the scepter, as if it condensed the divine power.

She held the scepter tightly, feeling the sacred energy contained in it, and her heart was full of power.

"I will set off for the North in the name of Holy Light to bring hope and healing to the people there."

Lucia's words were full of power. She turned and walked towards the door of the church. The sun shone on her, forming a holy halo.

The Archbishop of Holy Light and a group of believers stayed where they were, praying silently, looking forward to the return of the saint, and looking forward to the light and peace she would bring to the North.

In the Kingdom of Crystal Song, the Ice Throne, a symbol of supreme power, stood tall.

The Duke of Icecrown, the former loyal guardian, now has a rebellious heart.

His eyes are no longer only firm and determined, but also a bit more gloomy and ambitious.

Under the moonlight, the Duke of Icecrown stood alone on the balcony of the palace, gazing at the distant starry sky, thinking about the plan of usurping the throne in his heart.

His fingers gently stroked the model of the Ice Throne, and each carefully designed pattern was like the conspiracy in his heart, cold and delicate.

He knew that usurping the throne was not easy, and it required wisdom, courage, and precise grasp of timing.

As early as a few years ago, he secretly contacted those nobles and generals who were dissatisfied with the current regime and wove a secret network.

His messengers shuttled between the snowfields, delivering secret orders of betrayal.

At the same time, he secretly expanded his army, trained elite frost warriors, and built solid ice armor to prepare for possible conflicts.

He knew that once he embarked on this road, he could not turn back. He would either ascend the throne or fall in a pool of blood.

Chirp——

Suddenly, a snow eagle flew across the night sky.

The Duke of Icecrown stretched out his hand and let the huge snow eagle land on his strong arm.

He reached out and took off the letter tied to the snow eagle's feet. His eyes flickered, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he murmured: "The Frost Wolf Family in the North?"