Witcher's Atelier

The rescued goose escaped from the cage. Barbina thanked Victor profusely and laid a golden egg on the spot for the witcher. Then she carried the fairy harp and luggage and moved away.

Since it was on the way, Victor simply escorted them to the pea stalk. Then he met up with Sienna and they went to the castle in the clouds together.

Talking about the previous encounter along the way, Victor pointed to the big hole in the bridge when passing the suspension bridge, "For creatures in the fairy tale world, cloud giants are not easy to deal with... That thunder hammer is really deadly."

The princess shook her head and sighed, "It's a pity that Thor used to be a kind giant, and this land has gone completely crazy... But I didn't expect things to be so serious."

"The tragedy of the fairy tale kingdom, no matter how serious it is, is illusory and can be repaired by magic; and outside in the city of Beauclair, there are still many real and irreversible injuries happening."

The Magic Bean Expeditionary Force, which had been on a mission for nearly a week, completed its mission and was about to reach the exit. Victor couldn't help but speak out, but he knew he had spoken out of turn as soon as he finished speaking, and Sienna fell into dead silence.

The two walked to the backyard of the castle in silence. The princess sat down by the well. "It's right here, Wick. We can go back by jumping into the well... Would you please go first?"

Hearing her words, he didn't know what to say... The witcher pinched the back of his neck, but didn't move his feet, because he hadn't figured out what to do yet.

After all, once he jumped back to the real world, what would happen when he went to Deshamuna and met Dettlaff next? Sienna didn't know, but Victor knew that the furious vampire would kill the princess.

He hadn't decided whether to save people or not? He wasn't sure if he could save people?

If he let the killing go, he could end the Night of Long Fangs without having to fight Dettlaff. The price was that he might have to leave Toussaint overnight, and Anaietta would definitely turn against him for this matter.

And if he stopped the killing, Dettlaff would go crazy on the spot, and Victor had to kill Dettlaff one-on-one to end the Night of Long Fangs. The difficulty of this choice was whether he could win the fight.

Sianna should certainly take responsibility for what happened, but don't others need to take responsibility?

Dettlaff, who was deceived, was certainly very painful, but the "Night of Fangs" he set off completely trampled on the bottom line, and he was the direct person responsible!

Anaietta maintained the dignity of the principality. She was the law in this country. Even if she passed the trial, she would have no problem choosing to pardon her sisters. But is this really good?

Even in this emotional and inexplicable moment, Victor found that he was also jointly responsible.

Dettlaff happened to appear in the Castle of Tangtain, most likely because Regis leaked the secret, and Regis knew it because of his foresight.

In addition, the reason why the whole "Five Virtues Crime" was a few years earlier and traced back to the source was because he saved Leo in Kaer Morhen.

Countless complicated thoughts were fighting in his heart.

Can he beat Dettlaff by choosing to save Sianna?

He didn't want to let the princess be killed!

The witcher was confused at this moment, not sure how to choose──

──A white and slender hand shook in front of him and woke the young man up.

"What's wrong with you?" Sienna asked softly, staring at Victor's hesitation with her blue eyes.

"I... I'm thinking... I hope this story has a happy ending. Good for me, good for you, and good for everyone."

"Haha, Corleone Knight, although you are smart enough to see through my plan, you are still too young and think too simply. There is no such thing as a perfect ending in the world." The princess smiled brightly.

Seeing the disapproval of the young man's expression, she blinked, "Although I don't know what you are thinking, since you are not in a hurry to leave, let's stay for another night?"

Pursing his lips, the witcher nodded in agreement and turned away immediately.

...

Reality is a rubbish game, and the ideal world can only be pursued in the game.

If you think about it this way, just like you can see the ideal in a rubbish game, maybe reality also has a route to the ideal.

And I, I can, I saw the ending.

──Kei Ma Katsuragi "The World Only God Knows"

...

Time came to the night when the sun sets.

There was no moon tonight, and Victor was lying alone on the clouds, looking up at the unobstructed, incredibly bright stars.

The fairy tale world is always in spring, and imitates the real stars, so the most dazzling thing in the sky is the winter girl on the dome.

A few hours later, he still didn't find the answer.

The light footsteps belonged to Sianna, who walked to the witcher, untied her cloak, and lay down on the clouds, her body exuding the fragrance of citrus mixed with lemon.

The princess also looked at the night sky, "Hey! Wick, can I know what you are struggling with... Didn't you want to send me to see Dettlaff as soon as possible so that he would let Beauclair go?"

... You said it so easily, you don't know the truth, it's not to see Dettlaff, that's to see the King of Hell!

Glancing at the fragrant and ignorant guy next to him, Victor turned his face to the starry sky and did not respond.

Not hearing the witcher's answer, Sienna simply nudged him with her elbow, "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it... but there's something I need your help with before I go to bed."

"Tell me, I'll do my best as long as it's within my power."

When Victor answered her like this, he actually had the intention of listening to her last wishes. After all, it was a matter of life and death, and he really had no confidence in defeating Dettlaff, so he might have to give up saving Sienna.

"Hehe! What I need your help with is very simple, absolutely within your ability, simple... and pleasant." As she said that, she leaned sideways and reached out.

"Uh!" Victor was horrified when his vitals were suddenly restrained, and he quickly leaned sideways to look at the bad woman who attacked him.

She had three-dimensional facial features, deep blue eyes, and clear eyes. At first glance, she looked a bit like Anaietta, and her tall and broad chest, although not using a corset to concentrate on lifting it up, still supported the arc of the dome.

Sianna pinched it hard twice, "Why are you still standing there... Victor, fight back! Aren't you a man?

I feel very cold tonight and need a solid and warm embrace. I guess it's because I'm afraid of the unknown.

I don't know what will happen when I leave here tomorrow and go to see Dettlaff. Maybe it's just a chat, or maybe he will kill me. How about taking this as my last wish?"

Hearing what the princess said, the witcher was even more horrified. It was simply deadly. He wanted to hear a last wish and actually heard a last wish...

Sianna did not speak again, but proved her seriousness with restless actions. The warm aroma of lemon and citrus swept over, and Victor could not find a reason to retreat.

You know, this is the sky city in the fairy tale world. The thick cumulus clouds, white, soft and dense, can support countless strange postures that are not ergonomic for a long time.

So under the starry sky and above the clouds, the young Victor turned into a hawker selling train bento, an old man pushing a cart, like a waterfall in the reverse flow, like a drifting jellyfish.

He is both Spider-Man and a drum washing machine. He is a slam dunk master who bombs into bottles, and a soccer player who hooks upside down.

The resolute and unyielding young man Victor, at this moment he is not fighting alone, his bravery and diligence make Sianna forget fear.

Just like that, one night passed.

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