Witcher's Atelier

Keldra is the castle of the Quete family, and Caris is the daughter of the Quete family. It is impossible to hide from Caris in Keldra.

Wall-dong!

When everything was settled, she wall-donged Victor in a remote corner. Caris, the winner of the king election, had sharp eyes and blocked the boy between her body and the wall.

"Why choose me?"

"Because I believe you can do it well."

"Only this way?"

"Only this way."

The little sparrowhawk looked serious, "The knowledge and process of helping Udarek exorcise demons, Angouleme said that she did everything by herself. Does the prophet Victor treat people as fools?

Is it also in your plan to nominate me as king? How much do you see and know? Have you been planning today since you met me?"

Victor knew why Caris was angry. Even the purest feelings would deteriorate if they were involved in power. Moreover, with her strong character, she would never tolerate the existence of the so-called behind-the-scenes pusher.

In the eyes of the boy, he was patching up the pot, patching up the hole he had poked. Megatron really poked the sky this time.

King Bran was supposed to die a few years later, when she would naturally develop ambitions to rule. The exorcism was a help from Geralt, who was on his way to find his daughter in the future. Victor just used his knowledge to let Angouleme and Swankne replace Geralt, and told the story of a generation of queens simply to please them.

But looking back from the perspective of the little sparrowhawk, it can be explained as the young man's foresight and means to push her to become king. Even if it seems harmless, the intention is so profound that it makes people uneasy.

So he calmly explained: "You misunderstood. I swear I didn't deliberately push you to become king.

I do know that Udarek was entangled by Shim, but I never predicted that you would become king. If I really saw the foresight picture, let me be pierced by thousands of arrows and struck by lightning.

Think about it again, if I knew in advance that I would participate in the king selection meeting, could I not go with Hjalmar after getting off the ship and go hunting water ghosts?"

This rhetorical question is very convincing, and the whole paragraph sounds true. God can see that Victor would not have predicted it. Even if all the female sorcerers in the world used polygraphs to detect it together, he was telling the truth.

"Then why did you arrange Angulan to help me?"

"Because we are friends?"

Hearing the answer, her brown eyes flickered, "Wick! I'll ask you one last time, tell me honestly, I promise I won't be angry, why did you choose me?"

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer will not change, because I believe you can do it well." What a joke, no matter how many times he asks this life-threatening question, he will not change his words.

"Only this?"

"Only this."

"King of Skellige, I will not be worse than the man you do, and I will even be better!"

"I believe you will, I really believe it."

Releasing the hand that imprisoned Victor, Caris turned around and left without looking back. The red hair floating across her nose was the scent of lemongrass.

Watching the back of the little sparrowhawk leaving.

"She suspected you because she cared about you," Hjalmar walked out from the shadows not far from the corner, smiling mischievously: "I once thought you would become my brother-in-law, really."

"On behalf of Todaroqu to choose the king, Caris An Quitt is a suitable choice." The boy was calm and composed.

"Only this?"

"Only this."

Hjalmar hugged Victor, "Don't mind the little sparrowhawk's temper, her entanglement will soon pass, we will always be brothers and sisters."

"Yes, we are brothers and sisters." The boy patted the other's back.

...

After saying goodbye to Hjalmar, Victor asked for directions along the way and entered Krach's room. It happened that Ermia was there too. They were discussing the preparations for Caris' succession.

"Excuse me, I have something to talk to the patriarch about, about Birna Bran, and the possible Nilfgaard conspiracy..."

His opening remarks were very relaxed, but Krach immediately put away his smile, and Ermia also responded carefully. Although the boy in front of him looked young, he was "Duwak'in", the most glorious foreigner in Skellige in the past hundred years. The wisdom, strength, morality and courage he showed were all worthy of respect, so when he said there was a conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy!

In the following time, the boy first recounted the betrayal he encountered on the island of Udvik. Although Krach had heard about the brief process from Hjalmar, he was in a hurry to stop the conspiracy and choose the king at that time, and there was no room for careful consideration. Now hearing the detailed account, he couldn't help but sweat.

It was obvious that this was a trap to murder Halma, who was the most popular candidate at the time. If the enemy succeeded, Krach would have to accept the tragedy afterwards, and the Quet family would not be able to hold the fate of the illusory world accountable.

Now it was of course another matter. The two letters that drove the pirates to betray, and the crystal clear ruby ​​"spell mark", which were printed with the emblems of the Tuerxiqu and Dimen families, were ironclad evidence of murder. Although Halma was not dead, so many innocent warriors were killed, and someone must have paid the price for this.

Ermia said nothing, took the ruby, and carefully examined the lines through the firelight. Then he shook his head, "I can't recognize who the owner of this line is, but don't worry, Crachi, at least I'm sure it's not Yennefer's."

"The Sea Boar" was rarely shy, "It happened so long ago, what nonsense are you talking about!" Then he stood up from his seat, "I'll ask the lords not to leave yet, this matter needs to be discussed so that everyone can be prepared."

After speaking, Crachi left the room like a dragon and a tiger.

Ermia happily smoothed his beard and looked at Victor, "This gem?"

"I'll keep it! I'll go back to the mainland later, and I can ask the warlocks for advice if I have a chance."

The archdruid nodded, took out a leather bag from his robe, cast a spell with a flick of his finger, put the gem in and handed it to the boy, "This will block the fluctuation of magic power, at least it won't suddenly glow one day and open a portal next to it."

He took the small leather bag with a smile and put it in the herbal bag.

"About you and Caris..." Ermia suddenly said.

Victor was startled and touched his nose awkwardly, "I don't know what you are talking about?"

The druid's wise smile made the boy feel that his denial was stupid.

"Krachi is embarrassed to ask you, so he asked me to tell you.

You are a smart and brave candidate - an ideal husband, but when Caris becomes the Queen of Skellige, Little Sparrowhawk's feelings are not just her own business, especially since you just pushed her to the throne.

So if you are willing, wait a few years until Caris sits firmly on the throne and builds her reputation, then -"

" -" Victor raised his left hand, palm outward to indicate a pause, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, "I will become a witcher soon, I believe it is clearly written in my personal information."

Ermia stopped stroking his beard, "I thought it was a joke, how glorious it is to be a warrior of Duwakin, why choose Choose to become a witcher? "

"I thought a wise elder like you had no prejudice against witchers?"

"Indeed, there is no prejudice. Witchers are a precious balancing force, standing between humans and monsters.

But that doesn't mean I want you to take up this profession, especially since you obviously have a brighter future. Whether it's a bard or a dovarkin, as long as you live in Skellige for a few more years, no one will mention your origins. Caris is also a child I watched grow up, and I hope she is happy. "

Close your eyes, Victor can understand the good intentions of the archdruid, but it's not time to settle down and enjoy happiness. The boy knows very well that what he sees is just the calm before the storm.

It seems that he has changed the fate of King Bran, participated in the historical process of Skellige, and shaped the legend of the brave dragonborn, but if you observe carefully, you will find that although the gears of history have been worn, it is still early to fall off.

The boy has a clear understanding of himself. He is now a figure... not a big figure, but definitely a figure. He should have a place on the stage of the future world of drifting and chaos!

This... also means that the people who will make demands on him in the future will become more and more numerous and stronger, if he still wants to retain the power to say "no"!

No matter who he faces, he can hold his head high and say "no".

Even if the other party is the most powerful person in the world, when he wants to refuse, he can say "no" loudly!

He can't stop.

"... After the coronation ceremony, I will leave." The young man answered softly, his voice floating in the air.

"I came from Bell Town east of Zerecania, crossed the Koraz Desert and came to Skellige.

I hope to gain your friendship and help while staying in this land.

I will stay in this country full of warriors for a few months, eradicate monsters, refine skills, and then return to my hometown."

Hearing this declaration again, Ermia looked deeply at Victor and shook her head without saying a word.

...

Half a month later in the evening, a blazing bonfire had been lit around, and under the sacred oak tree of "Gednez", a whole medium-sized long ship was lifted here, and the coronation ceremony would be held on the deck.

There were hundreds of people in the square surrounding the longship, all of whom were family core members or village elders who came to participate in the ceremony. They wore traditional and solemn clothes and seized the rare opportunity to interact with others.

"This sacred and solemn oak tree is worshiped by druids and Freya's followers. The most important ceremonies on the island are held here, including weddings, funerals and royal coronations." Svanrej introduced calmly.

Victor shrugged his shoulders, "Thank you for your explanation. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be willing to talk to me. I thought you would hold a grudge, after all..."

"Smart people don't need to beat around the bush. You know I am grateful to you for building a step to end the long nightmare."

Svanrej spoke so frankly that Victor was a little embarrassed. Every family has its own problems, and the boy decided to skip this topic.

"...What have you done these days since you went back?"

"Participated in the Fist of Fury, broke the noses of a few idiots, reorganized the family, and then waited for the fall to participate in the Road of the Brave. Even if you are the patriarch, you still have to make up for the resume that needs to be made up."

He laughed heartily and simply, and Victor shook his head and laughed.

At this moment, the bonfire on the longboat was also lit, and Dona Sindha, the oldest among the lords, said loudly: "Not long ago, we just sent King Bran away and let him return to the sea. From now on, our sorrow will come to an end.

Today, thanks to the grace of the gods and the families, the new ruler is about to take the throne. Let us swear allegiance to him!"

After Sindha finished speaking, he stepped aside, and in the expectation of the crowd, Caris walked onto the deck, and the firelight illuminated her heroic figure.

She wore soft armor made of wool, with a whole piece of metal plate armor shoulder guard hanging diagonally, a wide leather belt around her waist, and a bright red plaid shoulder strap across her chest, which was the symbol of the Quet family.

As all the spectators watched with bated breath, Caris strode forward to the oak tree, picked up the crown with her own hands, held it high, and placed it on her head.

Then she turned around and accepted the cheers from all the families, well... not all, at least the Drummond family didn't cheer.

Caris waved to stop the cheers, "I know that some people don't want me to succeed to the throne, and I thank those who support me.

At this moment, under the sacred oak tree, I swear to be a good queen, whether you support me or not, I will treat everyone equally...

... I want to bring peace and prosperity to Skellige, and I need you to help me realize this dream."

Hearing the new king's governance philosophy, "Caris! Caris! Caris, Caris!" Caris's name resounded through the sky in the square.

In the hustle and bustle, Victor said goodbye to Svanregi and finally squeezed through the crowd to meet the king face to face.

"Congratulations, great speech, you will be a good queen." He said.

Looking at the young man, the little sparrowhawk smiled and responded, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here today."

"Don't say that, you would have succeeded even without me. What are the plans for the new queen of Skellige?"

"Well, listen, learn, and listen again, and do it step by step!"

"It's a good idea. Listening to both sides will make you wiser, especially since you have an experienced father and a brave brother."

"First of all, we must unite the families. Although I don't want to provoke a war, if Nilfgaard insists on attacking, we must work together to repel them." Mentioning this matter means that Caris is also aware of Nilfgaard's conspiracy during this period.

Pulling Caris's hand, Victor patted her back, "Take it one step at a time, no matter what, come on!"

She held him back, "Thank you for coming to the ceremony, when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"Have a good trip."

At this moment, in the crowd, they smiled and said goodbye.

…

Beside the sacred oak tree of Gednez, the banquet of Skellige lasted until late at night, and the nearest village was far away in Regiel on the coast, so most of the people participating in the event set up tents nearby for accommodation.

The wild girl Anguilla was not seen all night, and it was unknown where she went to have fun with her sisters, so after doing the stretching exercises, Victor fell asleep and slept as soundly as a baby.

Suddenly waking up in the middle of the night, the boy suddenly found that he was being held in bed by a ghost again. Of course, he did not consider asking for help, especially because the "lemongrass" scent was so clear.

He and the attacker tacitly did not speak, and only engaged in close combat in the dark! The offensive of the person who tried to suppress him was quite fierce, but the boy was not a weak person, especially he was particularly confident in his physical strength.

After a long struggle, when he finally found that he could not win, the attacker used words to directly make a request.

"I want to be on top..."

"?"

"The king wants to be on top!"

"..., as you wish."

...

It is said that when girls enter puberty, they will dream of many forbidden areas in the past, such as in a mysterious tower, through the winding stairs, gradually going up to the top, there will be a mysterious locked room.

It is a symbol, a symbol of the budding of love. The locked room represents **, and the mysterious key inserted into the keyhole represents **, and twisting the key to open the door represents **.

——"The Magic of Magic: The Symbolism and Importance of Fairy Tales" by Bruno Bettelheim

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