A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

Fisk Jonda Amando Elias expressed his bewilderment.

As an old nobleman with a four-part name and a family history spanning hundreds of years, he had seen too many kingdoms perish in his family's historical records.

Some kingdoms perished due to natural disasters, some due to riots, but the most common cause was infighting between kingdoms, such as Sintra right under our feet.

Most of the former princes and nobles ended up in dire straits, either captured and turned into playthings, or managed to escape and flee to other places.

Unless they are mortal enemies, they are rarely targeted intentionally. After all, what victor cares about a pack of stray dogs?

Unfortunately, their emperor Emhyr cared a lot about it. He not only gave him special instructions, but also transferred a sorcerer from the advisory group to be specifically responsible for capturing the little princess.

What's the point? To drag them back and marry them?

impossible.

Not to mention that the little princess is only 12 years old, His Majesty himself is not a lecherous person.

The advisory group includes many exceptionally beautiful female sorcerers, and none of them have ever been involved in any scandals with His Majesty.

Even if marriage were to be arranged, wives should be chosen from established noble families. Those old men who are obsessed with keeping the emperor are practically ready to strip their daughters naked and throw them onto the emperor's bed.

If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it anymore; Fisk mentally simulated tomorrow's battle.

"Attack again tomorrow morning. That witcher was badly injured and definitely won't be able to participate in the subsequent battles. If you're done with your work, remember to come and provide support. Without the warlock accompanying the army, it just doesn't feel safe."

"No way."

The sorceress sat at the long table, her long legs, encased in black stockings, crossed over each other. By the light of the kerosene lamp, she examined her fingernails and spoke in a distant tone.

"You think those mutant freaks are your lowly soldiers? As long as they don't get killed by the Corpse Explosion, they'll fully recover in a few days. Not to mention there's a druid living in the city. Believe me, he could be bouncing around on the battlefield tomorrow."

Fisk's eye twitched: "If I had known these lunatics were this strong, I should have suggested to His Majesty that we recruit them all."

"Of course, not all demon hunters are this good, otherwise what would be the point of warlocks? Everyone would just be drinking mutation potions."

The sorceress rolled her eyes slightly: "I watched his fight with that damned Eric from beginning to end. Do you know what I found out?"

"You found out you'd be punished by His Majesty if you went back? You saw everything from beginning to end but didn't go to support Eric?"

Fisk closed his eyes in pain. What kind of weirdos were these? Some were attacking their teammates, while others were just watching the show. A perfectly good game had been turned into this mess.

"Complain? Go ahead. I was actually thinking of helping you out, since His Majesty's task for me wasn't to attack cities. I just needed to prevent the little princess from escaping."

The sorceress simply put her feet up on the long table, her skirt draped over her sides, her long, slender legs completely exposed to the air, and the top of her stockings revealing a glimpse of white skin that sparked endless imagination.

"Glug."

Several knights responsible for the general's safety swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on the pale skin and the shadows above.

Fisk was completely engrossed in the "military chess simulation" and was not tempted by the sorcerer at all. Instead, he became interested in her words: "Help? Are you confident you can take him down?"

"No, you saw what happened to Eric. That madman was arrogant and freakish as he was, but his combat talent was undeniable. Three of me wouldn't be enough to take him down. I definitely couldn't defeat the witcher who took him. But..."

The sorceress drew out her words, but instead of giving an answer, she gently ran her fingers along the edge of her stockings, lifting her skirt further to reveal more of her beauty, enticing the knights whose lust was rising.

She enjoys this feeling of being fascinated, especially in such a serious setting where people can't concentrate on their work. Doesn't that prove her charm even more?

"If you want to find a man, go outside and wander around. Don't joke around with my guards. If that lioness goes crazy and leads a night attack, I'm counting on them to protect me."

Fisk was getting impatient. With the Witcher's combat power, just standing at the city gate was more effective than a whole squad of heavily armored knights. He still couldn't figure out how to deal with them.

"Speak quickly!"

"No wonder he's the general Emhyr values ​​so highly; he's just like him, completely lacking in romantic understanding."

The sorceress rolled her eyes and offered a solution.

"The real problem is his magic tricks. Give me some time to set up an anti-magic array. Without his spellcasting ability, he's just a stronger mortal at best. With so many soldiers, how can we not take care of him?"

Fisk's eyes lit up. "That's it!"

"Whatever materials you need, just ask the quartermaster for them. I only need the results."

That's exactly what I've been waiting for!

The sorceress smiled. Damn, magical research is too expensive. The only reason she came to the front lines was for the royal treasury of Sintra. Otherwise, who would want to stay with this bunch of stinky men who have been pickled into fermented matter?

Now I can embezzle another sum of military funds, great!

……

Geralt greeted the knights guarding the door, knocked, and went inside.

Ciri was pestering Olivia to perform magic tricks: moving a water glass in the air, igniting flames on her fingers, turning a mouse into a rabbit... all sorts of little spells came out one after another, truly broadening the little princess's horizons.

Upon seeing the Witcher enter, Olivia said hesitantly, "These little tricks won't attract the Wild Hunt."

Burdened by the long-standing pressure of her tribe's survival, the young female elf was forced to put on a mature demeanor. However, after being pestered by the little girl for so long, she inexplicably revealed some of her childlike side.

"It's alright. Even if the Wild Hunt comes, you won't be their first concern."

Li De glanced subtly at the little princess who was teasing the rabbit.

Many people possess the genes of the ancient bloodline, but the vast majority do not meet the conditions for awakening. Only this little girl in front of us will fully awaken her teleportation ability in the future.

To say that one is not interested in traveling through the universe would be a lie. Witchers can live for hundreds of years, and forcing them to stay in this stagnant and backward world would be torture.

However, this girl is involved in a lot of things. Besides the Wild Hunt, there are also many people in the Warlock Brotherhood who are interested in the Ancient Blood.

Once those "technological pioneers" are caught, the probability of performing a single dissection is very small, but blood draws, experiments, and breeding will definitely be involved...

Furthermore, given Geralt's involvement, he still intended to keep the news under wraps and find an opportunity to tell Geralt, to see how this destined person planned to handle the situation.

After regaining his composure, Li De comforted him, "It's alright. Even if we attract the Wild Hunt, how bad can the situation be? We'll fight one group of enemies or two groups of enemies, and maybe we can even take advantage of the chaos to increase our chances of survival."

The sorceress breathed a sigh of relief, but then smelled the medicinal scent on the witcher and tensed up again: "You...you're injured?"

"No problem, he'll be a hero again tomorrow. He'll give the Black-Clad Army a surprise then."

He was quite nonchalant, leaning against the door frame with an indifferent expression.

Olivia quickly stepped forward, gently pulled open the witcher's clothes, and looked at his bandaged chest with a tense expression.

At that moment, Ciri, who was playing with the rabbit, trotted over and said, "Let me see."

Li De rolled his eyes, pressed down on the little girl's head, and pushed her back: "What the hell are you looking at? Go play with your rabbit."