The Divine Hunter

"Oh-oh-oh-"

In the long roar of chickens, there was a hint of fish maw white on the horizon.

On a certain roof, Roy, who was lying on the tiles like a corpse, opened his eyes. In the dim light, his dark golden eyes radiated a dim light, and turned to the heavily guarded mansion not far away.

Almost at the same time, with the eager hooves of "Dell, Del", the dust was flying, and the hoofs echoed in the long flagstone streets, and a gorgeous carriage with black and yellow coats of arms approached.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion that attracted much attention, and a middle-aged man with a pointed rounded edge, a hat decorated with swan feathers, and a delicate mustache on his chin got off the carriage and rushed into the house with strides.

"Weeden's Fresnet has arrived, it's almost time." The witcher standing on the high roof ridge, the figure is like electricity, the rabbit rises and falls, and after a few rises, he appears on an uninhabited flat land .

...

"Queen Calanthe's jewel, Cintra's lion cub, Your Royal Highness Princess Sirira, my minister..."

The hall of the mansion was splendidly illuminated by magic lights. Ciri looked at the dusty man in front of her, yawned, and rubbed a pair of dark circles under her eyes. She lived in the wild land of Skellige for several days as a child. Years, originally not the squeamish "Princess Pea", last night thinking about the engagement, the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, but she rarely lost sleep.

"What did you say your name was?"

"His Royal Highness, I am the Governor of Her Majesty Evel, Fresnet. I am here to pick you up at the order of Your Majesty." Fresnet took off his hat and bowed to the princess, then knelt on one knee and held the princess's white Little hands, gave a kiss.

"I will be fully responsible for your next itinerary, and I swear by my life that I will escort you to Nastrogg safely."

"Okay! Governor Fresnet, you're here too early!" Ciri pouted, and rubbed the back of her hand on the delicate skirt. The round-faced maid next to her couldn't help but see this. The corners of the mouth curved.

"His Royal Highness forgives my sins, this minister is indeed late, but since the day I took the order, I have not dared to neglect, and rushed over without stopping. Now, I haven't closed my eyes for two days and two nights."

When Freixette looked up, those bloodshot eyes were completely different from the well-maintained and pampered skin on his face, which was truly terrifying.

"Humph! These bastards!" Ciri stomped her feet, "I really wish I could go there earlier,

Engaged to their dead fat prince. No, I won't marry that guy! Ciri suppressed the anxiety in her heart, clenched her fists quietly, her green eyes became firm, "Well, just according to the plan made last night, my thoughtful approach, it will be fine!" "

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But Freixnett had another mind in motion. When he learned about Calanthe's decision to marry his granddaughter to Wieden, he knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Wieden Kingdom, and it was also his chance.

An opportunity that can change destiny.

"After all, Calanthe is still afraid of the southern overlord, fearing that the kingdom of Sintra, which she has run for a lifetime, will be completely annexed. Unfortunately, this woman has a very strong temperament, and her desire for power is greater than everything."

If Calanthe is willing to put down his body and marry the powerful northern kingdoms, such as Aedirn, Temeria, Kaldwin, and Redania in the true sense of the northern kingdom, the crisis of Nilfgaardian invasion will be safe. resolve.

It should be noted that the monarchs of these four great kingdoms have always coveted the kingdom of Sintra, where the woman controlled the government.

But Calanthe was unwilling. If she turned to Demawi, Foltest, or Henselt or Vizmir II for help, it would be like bringing wolves into the house. Even if she survived the Nilfgaardian invasion crisis, sooner or later It will be divided into two parts by the monarch on the head.

And Calanthe is only forty-three years old this year. He is strong and physically strong and has never been troubled by diseases. At least he can rule for more than ten or twenty years in the name of his puppet husband Skelliger's Tursek.

So she chose the less powerful Widden, who was across the Yaruga River from Sintra, to marry, and sacrificed her granddaughter to fulfill her desire to rule.

"If Prince Christine and Princess Cirella are successfully engaged this time... at least nominally, the heir of Wieden will have a chance to rule Cintra. Princess Cirella is young and easy to control. Besides, things are fickle, Ka. Lancer guarantees that there will be no accident?"

Freixnet's heart was hot, and the blood in his pupils became more and more serious, "At that time, I will be a great hero of Wieden and Sintra Kingdom!"

So Freixnet begged his sister, the queen of King Evel, and the queen also felt sorry for her own brother who had been cursed to become a cormorant, and took this glorious mission for him!

Although risks and opportunities coexist, if there is any error in the escort process, Sfinette will be waiting for His Majesty's gallows.

However, he thought that Her Royal Highness had already smuggled to Wieden safely, and that the most dangerous part of the journey was over, so naturally it was impossible for any accident to happen.

In the hall, two people who were pregnant with each other, chatted a few words without any pain, and then set the itinerary.

Soon, after breakfast, the team of two carriages and more than 20 horses left Governor Podlogg's Mansion, went out of the city gate, and headed west in the direction of Nastlogg.

Not long after they set off, another person emerged from the grass not far from the city gate, and sneaked away after a distance of almost a mile.

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In the convoy, the princess who was "beautiful and expensive" was not moving very fast, even quite slow.

And this also happened to fall into Ciri's arms.

"Giggle..." The round-faced little maid in the carriage snickered while covering her mouth. It was the first time she had seen her own princess be so complacent—the restless little beast was wriggling on the leather sofa, and she didn't know what to do. He stopped and opened the curtains, nervously poking his head.

"His Royal Highness, it seems that you don't hate Prince Christine as 'very' as you said. You have an unexpected heart for this fiancé!"

"Humph!" Ciri raised her chin proudly, and suddenly leaned in front of the little maid, motionless, her green eyes shrouded the maid's petite body, and she touched her black, gray, and white jacket and snow-white jacket. Hat, took another look at his white and delicate dress, and then said slowly,

"Collier, how does this princess treat you on weekdays, good or bad?"

"Princess...Princess, who are you?" The little maid's heart skipped a beat, she couldn't help shrinking to the corner of the carriage, the princess's determined look she had only seen on Queen Calanthe, which scared her a bit.

"Say it!"

"You treat me very well." The little maid shivered. Although the little princess was often naughty and teasing her, at least she didn't waste her life like other nobles.

"Then, are you loyal to me, or your grandmother?!"

"Your Highness, you know, I... I am your maid."

"Cryll just understands, now—"

Ciri leaned closer to the maid's ear, "I'll give you a chance to show your loyalty! Get out of the car and accompany me...you'll..."

"what?!"

...

"Twenty minutes, how come it's still not good?" Governor Fresnet stood in front of a towering blue-yellow elephant grass, rubbing his hands anxiously. Not long after he left Podlog, Princess Cirella insisted on life and death. It was convenient, there was no way for the carriage to stop, and the princess was accompanied by the maid into the grass.

Their group of men stood outside the grass and did not dare to approach, for fear of offending the noble princess, and even did not dare to urge them.

Krause beside him was not so worried. He knew how eccentric and mischievous his princess was.

"Twenty minutes is too long. Princess, how are you?" he asked towards the elephant grass, and called out twice more symbolically. Finally found something wrong.

"Princess, if you don't answer again, the villain can only offend."

As soon as his voice fell, the grass suddenly exploded, and a crisp scream came.

"Someone! The princess ran away! The princess ran away!"

"Princess ran away?" Freixette and Krause looked at each other, and they could see the horrified face in each other's pupils.

Both of them were so frightened that their souls were dying and their eyes were splitting, and they rushed in with everyone without saying a word.

At the sight, only the solitary petite maid was left with her back to the crowd, covering her face and sobbing.

"Princess...she, she ran away!"

"What?! You, really, you bastard! You're asking to get back the princess!"

"Don't be long-winded! Ride and chase!"

"What horse are you riding! What should I do if I hit the princess in the messy grass? She is young and frail and can't run far. Let's chase after her!" Drilled in in all directions.

However, as soon as they left, the unattended maid suddenly stopped sobbing, and threw her hat away, revealing a shrewd smile with her mouse-gray silver hair and a little tabby cat's muddy cheeks.

She trotted to the carriage and chose the smallest white horse.

With her small arms and calves, she climbed onto the horse's back with extreme difficulty using the pedals of the carriage, and grabbed the reins with extremely standard movements - no one knew that Princess Ciri could ride a horse.

But in Skellige's days, the most unforgettable part of the time spent with the Halma and Kerris brothers and sisters was snowball fights, fishing and catching shrimp, and horseback riding.

"You have to be obedient, I don't ask you to be as humane as Roy's Wilt, but be obedient."

She caressed the mane between the necks of the horses under her, soothed the restless horses, and then looked excitedly to the east, in the opposite direction to the guards' search team - the vast wasteland of Tianzhuo, and a touch of green at the end.

She suddenly felt blessed, and she understood some strange things Roy the witcher once said to her,

"Your name Cirill (Cirilla), in the ancient language system, originated from the word Zireael (Gee Avril), which means swallow."

"Remember, Ciri, you are a free and unfettered swallow, and no one can restrain you. As long as you want to fly!"

"I don't want to be manipulated by my grandmother, marry that dead fat man, have children for him - fly! Zireael!"

"Fly! Zireael!"

The petite girl let out a low voice, clinging to the horse's neck tightly, moving forward!