The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 162 Someone Remembered Your Choice
The witcher snapped his fingers.

The torches placed around were lit, emitting bright light.

"Then, Difsof placed a piece of elven bread at Ludovico's feet, symbolizing the transfer of power over the land of abundance to humans;"

Lynn picked up the elf bread and placed it at Fringilla's feet.

"Tifsof poured elven wine into ornate ceremonial bowls, the wine the sweet blood of the stolen land."

The witcher picked up the elven wine and opened it.

Under the sorceress's shocked gaze, he poured it into the bowl.

She nearly jumped out of her chair.

"Are you mad? Do you know how many florins that bottle of wine is worth?"

Lynn made a reassuring gesture to her, indicating that she should believe in herself.

"Finally, Difsov took up his sword and shield, symbolizing that from now on, his army would be commanded by humans."

But Lynn did not reach for his sword and shield.

Instead, he took out several bottles of high-grade magic potions from his magic pattern leather bag and swallowed them.

After waiting for the potion to take effect, he picked up the elven sword and elven shield.

"Tifsov lowered himself, drew his sword, knelt on one knee, and put an end to the war..."

The moment Lin En made this move...

The stone chips on the lifelike elf statues fell off quickly.

As if it had come back to life, it charged towards the stunned Fringilla sitting on the gorgeous chair.

Lynn slapped the ground.

A circle of purple light rose around him and Fringilla.

Any elven assassin who stepped into the range of the master-level Arden trap would move slowly, as if they were stuck in a swamp.

The witcher didn't hesitate and pounced like a ferocious direwolf.

The master-level silver sword came down from the scabbard behind him with a ray of silver light, drew a perfect semicircle, and struck the temple of the elven assassin closest to the sorceress.

Fringilla flipped back from the ornate chair and rolled on the ground.

An elven long sword then chopped down on the ornate chair.

Before the owner of the elven sword could retract his weapon, Lin En, who had already killed an enemy, approached.

With the first sword strike, cut off the arm holding the weapon.

The second sword struck the hollow of his knee, forcing him to his knees.

The witcher used the momentum of turning to swing the sword for the third time.

Just chopped off his head.

"iref allb!"

Fringilla rolled out a fireball and threw it behind Lin En.

Burn the last elven assassin to ashes.

The battle happened suddenly and ended just as quickly.

The sorceress put her hands on her hips and demanded, "Couldn't you have told me in advance?"

Fringilla wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

She never thought that she would be assassinated in the palace.

So the shield was not activated.

If it weren't for the Arden trap that limited the speed of the elven assassins, she, a warlock, might have been slashed in the stomach before she could even react.

This lesson taught the beautiful short-haired sorceress that she would never turn off the shield even if she was taking a shit.

She saw that Lin En ignored her and walked to the pile of ashes where the bodies were burned to ashes and picked up a strangely shaped dagger, which made her even more angry.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

Lin En held the blade of the dagger in his hand and handed the handle to Fringilla: "This is for you."

The sorceress took it subconsciously, and temporarily put the previous questions behind her.

"what is this?"

"The culprit that has caused Her Highness the Duchess to remain unconscious is, to be precise, the demonic power lingering on this dagger." Lynn gave the sorceress a knight's salute. "My dear lady, it is my fault for frightening you. Therefore, I offer you my sincere apologies and this trophy."

Most of the anger in Fringilla's heart dissipated instantly.

It was easy for her to tell that this beautifully shaped and priceless dagger indeed carried the same power that had wounded the Duchess before.

Now, the witcher handed the dagger to himself, which also meant that he gave the credit to himself.

Fringilla could imagine what a great achievement this was.

The Witcher could certainly imagine it.

But he still did it.

Then, Fringilla looked at Lin En with a different look.

"So, this is how the assassination attempt on Her Highness the Duchess came about? No wonder we couldn't find the assassin even after digging deep underground. It turns out the assassin was hiding in the collection room the whole time and never left."

"But how did these elven assassins get in?"

Lin En took out the whetstone and began to sharpen his master-level silver sword.

"It's simple, because this wasn't done by the elves of today, but by the Elf King Difsof who surrendered to the first Duke of Toussaint hundreds of years ago."

"Toussaint was originally the territory of the elves. You should know this, right? Toussaint's capital, Beauclair, was originally built on the remains of the elves."

"The elves ruled Toussaint for fifteen centuries before the arrival of men."

"Ludovico, the Grand Duke of the Lancers, defeated the Elven King Difsof. Defeated, Difsof was forced to lead the remaining elves, abandoning their ivory towers, taking all their possessions, destroying what they could not carry away, and retreating to Mount Gorgon to continue the struggle."

"However, their struggle was in vain. Ultimately, Difusov was forced to make a decision that went against his ancestors: surrender to humanity."

"Ludovico, the Grand Duke of the Lancers, has no chivalry at all, but if he had any honor at all, he wouldn't be completely without it."

"Not only did he demand a surrender ceremony in the Elf King's palace, peppered with sarcastic remarks, but after accepting the pledge of allegiance, he ordered the guards to drag Difsof out and throw him down the stairs like a beggar."

"Despite all that Difsov had gone through, he remained extremely calm and restrained. He gathered a group of his most loyal soldiers and cast ancient elven magic upon them, transforming them into exquisite statues."

"The spell that activated them was an oath of allegiance. Difusov had originally planned to renew his oath of allegiance at the one-year anniversary of his surrender, so he could seize the opportunity to kill Ludovico. However, before he could carry out his plan, he was ambushed and killed by Ludovico, who also had no intention of letting him go."

"It was probably at that time that these elf statues were collected by Ludovico without his knowledge."

"Before the Duchess was assassinated, she likely felt a sudden urge to perform. She wanted to cosplay the ceremony of her ancestors accepting the elves' surrender in this collection room. However, she accidentally activated the magic on the elf statue that Difsov had set up..."

"We all know what happened next."

"As for where this elven dagger imbued with demonic power came from... Since human sorcerers all have forbidden spells like 'Summoning Magic', it's not surprising that the elves, who are more ancient than humans, have mastered the knowledge of summoning demons, right?"

Fringilla looked at Lin En in surprise: "How do you know all this?"

Even she didn't know much about the history between the last Elf King and the first Duke of Toussaint.

Why does this demon hunter in front of me seem to know everything like the back of his hand?
Facing the sorceress's question, Lynn smiled.

He did not bring up his claim to be a prophet.

But it was expressed in a different way.

He smiled modestly and politely and said, "Because I have an insatiable thirst for knowledge, ma'am."

……

Walking out of the collection room, Lynn left the palace and went straight to the mansion of the noblewoman named Orianna in Beauclair.

Earlier, when he took the initiative to reveal the truth about the Duchess's assassination in the collection room, it was naturally not to appease Fringilla's anger, but part of the plan.

In fact, when he brought back the Holy Grail and saved the Duchess's life, it was already a great achievement.

No one can take it away.

Even if the truth about the Duchess's assassination were discovered, it would only be icing on the cake.

Lin En expressed doubts about how much reward he would get even if he reported the matter to the Regent, Count Raymond.

However, giving it to Fringilla can effectively eliminate the latter's jealousy and bring the two closer together.

Why not?

His grand plan is to revitalize the Witcher Cult. To achieve this goal, he must win over as many warlocks as possible to his side.

Fringilla is a high-level sorceress with great magical powers, and she is not like Philippa who has two different ways in bed.

Although she is not as easy to win back as Triss, as long as he persists, Lin En believes that he will be able to win her over to his side sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)