Witcher's Atelier

At ten o'clock in the evening, celebrating the safe return of the swifts, the banquet in Kaer Morhen was in full swing, and everyone was very happy.

However, Ciri, the protagonist of the party, quietly slipped out of the hall in the middle of the party and went to the courtyard to find Victor who was stargazing.

"Is it you?"

"It's me."

"You're here."

"I'm here."

"You shouldn't have come."

"I'm here."

Silence, a short silence.

After meeting again after several years, this pair of close siblings, or brothers and sisters, sat side by side on the stone bench again.

It was cold in late autumn, and the "Winter Girl" flickered in the sky. The strange and familiar atmosphere lingered. Neither of them spoke, just because they didn't know where to start...

After all, the separation was too abrupt at the beginning. The style of the painting changed from a fairy tale to a killing battlefield, and the warm farewell turned into a desperate moment in a blink of an eye.

So the innocent boy was brought to another world by her and left, leaving him to be taken care of by the elders. Ciri is simply an irresponsible scumbag; and judging from the revelations of the people at the banquet, the abandoned Victor also went astray, and was definitely a scumbag who swept the world with his stick.

Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality?

In short, it is very complicated.

Fortunately, both Victor and Ciri are veterans who have seen countless women and will not let the embarrassment continue for too long, so in the end, thousands of words were condensed into a greeting after a sigh──

"You have changed a lot!"

"You haven't changed at all!"

"Long time no see!" X2.

Suddenly, they understood each other tacitly, and smiled at each other, Ciri's blue eyes reflected in her eyes, and Victor's green pupils contained in his eyes.

…

Looking at each other for a moment and then looking away, the young man looked back at the bright starry sky, "Hehe! It's normal to change a lot, maybe it's the so-called change of a man when he grows up!

You know, since we parted, I have grown at least seven inches taller, my face was disfigured by a bad guy, and I went through the harsh green grass trial. I guess you couldn't recognize me at first."

"How is that possible!" Yuyan retorted straightforwardly, stretched out her right hand to hold the witcher's shoulder, and let him get closer to her, "Even in a vast crowd, I can recognize you at a glance, because I often dream of you."

"Tsk tsk tsk, is it true or not, so touching? I actually often dream of you."

"Go to hell! I'm not kidding you, what I mean by dreaming is not your messy spring dreams.

Just like when I dreamed of Yennefer, I really saw you who was eager for care through the power given by the blood of the elders!"

Speaking of this, Ciri narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Victor who was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, and smiled obscenely and maliciously.

"I was quite nervous at first. Seeing you, tall and disfigured, either surrounded by ghouls or tied up in a dark room and injected with unknown liquid, I was so nervous that I forced myself to travel back several times to save you..."

The witcher touched his nose.

"But fortunately, not long after, you little bastard opened my eyes!

Hey! Tell me, did you have fun bullying the succubus with Geralt? White Wolf's performance is out of 10, how many points do you give?"

"Puff, cough cough cough!" The topic was too lively, and Victor was choked by his own saliva and coughed non-stop.

Patting his back to help him breathe, Ciri's tone was full of daggers, "Asshole! Do you know how uncomfortable I was at that time? That's my father! He is also your elder. You actually cooperated with him. Don't you feel ashamed?"

After catching his breath, Victor quickly said, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. You must have only seen fragments to have this misunderstanding.

Please allow me to clarify that at that time in the suburbs of Vergen, although the succubus made an invitation, I firmly refused and left the scene immediately. I definitely did not participate in it.

Cooperation is completely fictitious!

Please believe that I would not participate in such a gang fight knowing that Geralt is your adoptive father!

No, it should be said that no matter who invites or who the target is, I never bully the minority with the majority!

I am a serious person!"

He tried hard to defend himself, because this black pot was really too ridiculous. It would be fine if he really did it. A man dares to do and take responsibility. The problem is that he really didn't.

Enduring the contemptuous gaze, the young man kept talking until sweat broke out on his forehead, and then he saw Ciri's mouth corners raised, revealing a smile of success.

"Fufufu! You don't need to explain, of course I believe you. I already interrogated Geralt last night, and his expression at that time was more embarrassed than yours now, hahahahaha!"

Realizing that he was being teased in the midst of the laughter, the extremely speechless young man could only roll his eyes in retaliation, and that look touched her nostalgic memories, making her laugh even more happily.

In Bell Town, every time he was pranked by her, he would show such a helpless expression, which was really cute.

"By the way, apart from the three times you talked about, have you dreamed of anything else?"

The swift's clairvoyance was so powerful that the witcher was a little nervous when asking questions. Thinking of his struggle scenes of wandering around the countries and being a bridegroom every night, if they were all shown in her dreams at the same time, even if he was thick-skinned, he would feel very embarrassed.

Fortunately, "No more! You can rest assured. Since then, I have never dreamed of you again, because you are obviously very happy, and I don't want to hurt my eyes again." Twisting Victor's cheek with thumb and index finger, Ciri complained unhappily.

"Haha, it's good that there is no more. By the way, it's not all happy, there are still many dangerous, angry and sad things happening.

But this is life!"

Letting go of the worry of social death, the witcher spoke in a light tone, but this sentence just touched Ciri's heart. She reflected more than once during her journey through the worlds.

"I'm sorry, Wick. If I had left earlier three years ago, you might not have been brought here, and you wouldn't have suffered all kinds of hardships."

After receiving the apology, Victor looked at Ciri in confusion. After confirming that he was not joking, he stretched out his index finger and pointed at her forehead, "You don't have to think too much. I'll tell you in private that I'm actually very happy to come to this world!

Really, I found my true self here. If I had always lived in Bell Town, I might never find my true self."

The gentle comfort soothed people's hearts, and a little strangeness disappeared in an instant.

He reflected her in his blue eyes, and she held him in her green pupils.

There is no doubt that he is that person - his dearest little brother.

Happy Ciri hooked Victor's head under her armpit, "Oh, my dear little Wick, you are really good at talking, I like listening to you talk the most.

Will you sleep with your sister tonight?"

The rich body odor filled his nose, it was the lily scent that Ciri usually used, and Victor was like an insect that fell into a spider web and couldn't move.

Rubbing and rubbing, and confirming that the other party had no intention of letting go, he could only give up struggling.

"I'm sorry, sleeping with you or something like that is not possible tonight, I have to go back to the North Tower to sleep with Keira.

Angoulême is about to end the second mutation, and there will be a lot of data to be sorted out. And didn't Yennefer just tell you to accompany her tonight, I bet she has a lot to say to you."

"Yeah, that's right, anyway, there is a long way to go! But at least before going to bed, I want to hear you share some travel experiences."

After saying that, Ciri exerted a little force, and Victor did not resist, obediently softened his body, and rested his head on her warm thighs.

This position is very natural for the two of them. Her left hand strokes the scar on his face, and her right hand goes into his hair and gently smoothes it. They seem to have returned to a few years ago when they were still living in Bell Town.

Then the childhood sweethearts whispered to each other, gossiping about the ups and downs of the past few years.

…

However, some people don’t like such a warm scene so much——

“Asshole! That damned asshole! He actually dared to lie on my Ciri’s legs and take advantage of her!” On the top of the nearby tower, Yennefer, who was looking down from above, gnashed her teeth and was furious. If Geralt beside her hadn’t stopped her, she would have almost shouted at him.

"Don't get excited! Calm down, dear. It's just kneeling on each other, not kissing. It doesn't mean anything," Geralt said gently, hugging the sorceress to make her speak softly, "Listen to me, I asked Ciri about this last night in the cabin on Misty Island. She really cares about Victor and loves him as a brother.

I don't agree with forcibly interfering with children's friendships. Just let it go. She is at a sensitive age. If you force the interpretation of childhood sweethearts as love, it may be fine, but because of the rebellious emotions, it will become a problem."

He wants to eat Yennefer , Geralt continued, "Besides, I admit that Victor is not a good choice for love, but he is not too bad. After all, he is one of us, even a knight of the Five Virtues. His character is not too bad. It should be okay to get along with him.

Ciri used to hate men very much. If she can let go of it, it may not be a bad thing. Besides, even if it fails, as you know, he is a witcher..."

Reading the subtext of "not pregnant", Yennefer's chest was heaving with anger. She stared at Geralt's cat eyes fiercely for a while before she regained her composure.

"Anyway, I just don't like this guy! Even if he is as obscene as you, he is too mysterious and too powerful. No one knows what he is thinking!"

Geralt didn't say anything back. He had done his best to help ease the situation. Although he didn't think that having secrets or strong combat power was a problem, if he continued to argue, Yennefer would probably vent her anger on him, which is the so-called "taking out anger".

So, using gentle body language, the witcher persuaded the sorceress to go into the tower, intending to turn a blind eye to her!

But before leaving, he took a last glance down and suddenly felt his blood pressure soaring

Damn it!

That damned little bastard Victor, it’s okay to use his knees as a pillow, but he even turned sideways restlessly, rubbing his face against his daughter’s belly, trying to get into a more comfortable position! ?

The scene brought back emotions.

On this cold autumn night, a father had the urge to draw his sword and chop someone.

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