Witcher's Atelier

"No!!!"

Amidst the screams, he suddenly sat up covered in sweat. Shirley covered her face and gasped.

Damn it! I actually dreamed about that memory.

Picking up the water bottle next to the sleeping bag and taking a few sips, Swift sighed.

Even though she knew there was no if... But in the past few days, she couldn't help but think, if only she had moved faster at that time...

After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the Wild Hunt, he lurked and moved to the vestibule, but he arrived a step too late; just in time to catch up with Victor being attacked through the heart, causing the broadsword to be skewered and smashed against the city wall, and he sat down slumped with blood on the ground.

Then scream at the top of your lungs! ! !

Frame by frame, the dream images are high-definition and uncoded, recreating the nightmare-like scene in every detail - no, that is the nightmare itself.

She pulled the towel next to her to dry her cold sweat. Although the light from the top of the tent was still dim, she knew that she would have difficulty falling asleep again, so she simply put on her leather armor, got up and walked out of the tent.

A campfire was burning brightly in front of him, emitting orange light that illuminated the shadows and dispelling the cold warmth.

And sitting next to the campfire watching the night, the most trustworthy person in the world, White Wolf. Geralt of Rivia was looking at him with caring and kind eyes and a smile.

…

In a simple and natural move, he picked up a few dried logs and added them to the flames. "I hear your shouts here. Are you having a nightmare?"

"Yeah!" There was nothing to deny. Ciri readily admitted the reality and walked to the campfire to sit down and warm herself up. "I dreamed about what happened in Kaer Morhen that day."

"..." Yu Yu frowned, Geralt said in a gentle tone, "Don't be like this, it's not your fault! It was Victor's own choice."

"That's true, but I had a chance to prevent tragedy."

"Let it go. Trust me, he wouldn't be happy if he saw you like this."

"……,maybe."

Hearing the insincerity of Ciri's answer, Geralt shook his head and sighed. He didn't reveal it, but when she quietly reached out to the wine bottle, he took it in his hand one step ahead.

"No, dear, don't even think about it. Victor has told me a long time ago that if one day you are sad and depressed, I must not give you a drink, but have a snowball fight with you, if it snows at that time."

Her green pupils rolled up, and Ciri yelled angrily, "Please! Geralt, you won't be so rigid, will you?"

Although it is fun and joyful to have a snowball fight with you, the problem is that we already had one in Kaer Morhen seven days ago. Don't tell me you're planning on having the two of us do it again in the middle of the night! "

"Not letting you drink to drown your sorrows is a prophecy made by Victor before his accident. It is considered as inheriting his wish. If you insist on drinking this bottle of wine, I would rather accompany you to have a snowball fight now. This is closely related to your future."

The little girl rubbed her nose unhappily, "Since it is closely related to me, then tell me all the details! How would I know if you don't tell me?"

"No, I can't tell you that conversation in advance. It's useless to tell you." The witcher cleared his throat, "That was the advice Victor gave me. Strictly speaking, he was instructing me on how to interact with you. Getting along, tips like this on parenting are ineffective if spoken.

He also said he couldn't tell you in advance. "

If there hadn't been the last sentence, maybe Xili would still argue and discuss, but since Victor had left instructions, she angrily took out the mare's milk bag from her bag and sucked it.

Reading the subtext in the girl's movements, the white-haired old man blinked his eyes, calm on the surface but a little jealous in his heart.

There must be some unknown bond between Shirley and Victor, otherwise it would be impossible to explain her obedient attitude towards him, let alone her "crazy rampage" that night.

Although the result is lucky...

According to what Angoulin later reported, when she saw Victor falling that day, Ciri lost control of her emotions on the spot and screamed wildly.

The blood of the rampaging elder set off an overwhelming tide of magic power, bombarding the entire castle indiscriminately with her as the center, killing most of the Wild Hunt army. The high-ranking generals fled with their heads in their hands, and even the King of the Wild Hunt had to take shelter temporarily. Edge, allowing the "Navigator" to open the portal and escape.

If the sage Avallac'h hadn't seen that the situation was not good that night and chanted the ancient meditation spell in time to calm the rampaging Ciri, she might have killed everyone in Kaer Morhen and collapsed the entire castle.

When Geralt regained his mobility, he rushed to the scene and saw Ciri crying while holding Victor's body.

Thinking of this, he prepared his words for a while and spoke slowly: "Child, I want you to know that Yennefer and I love you very much. We both care about you and hope you are happy, so there is something here that I want to take advantage of. This is an opportunity to talk to you.

Regarding Victor, we want to know what's going on between you and him. Although you said they were siblings and he said they were brothers, the degree of closeness between you is a little confusing. After all, the time you have been together has only been more than half a year..."

The voice gradually became quieter, and Xili glanced sideways at her adoptive father. He was obviously not good at talking about this kind of topic with his daughter. His originally upright and resolute sitting posture also squirmed uneasily under his gaze.

If you don't trust him, who can you trust?

So he smiled and nodded, "It's really not that simple!" The Cintra Lion readily admitted the other party's inquiry. She has been under a lot of mental pressure in the past few days, and talking to the person she trusts most may be a good choice.

Tonton swallowed two mouthfuls of mare's milk, and Ciri's voice was soft and nostalgic, "I'll tell you if you want to hear it.

As you and Yennefer know, at that time I traveled to Victor's world and fainted in front of the cabin. He easily believed my lame excuses and gave me sincere care without asking for anything in return. In Bell Town, no one wanted to plot against me. Away from conspiracy and pursuit, I was comforted and healed."

Geralt nodded in agreement. He could fully imagine how happy Ciri, a good girl who was chased by the Black Knight in her childhood, abused by mercenaries when she was older, and made many bad friends, would be when she suddenly fell into an innocent fairy tale world.

"Originally, I hated men, but he was different. Victor was small at that time, a head shorter than me, he was just a child.

I liked him, that cute little boy who cleaned the house every day and made all kinds of interesting things.

I liked him so much, whether it was pumpkin pie, grilled sausages, roasted chicken with fennel, or potato soup, he could stir fresh delicacies from the cauldron with just a stick.

...I really think it would be great to have such a brother."

Take a deep breath, so far through Ciri's description, Geralt can fully understand that her sincere feelings for Victor are indeed based on something.

But he immediately felt a little confused. It is not difficult to understand that Ciri values ​​Victor, but did Victor give Ciri the same response?

To be frank, based on my chat with Dandelion and the results of side observations, since coming to the world of hunting demons, Victor Corleone has had intimate relationships with at least hundreds of different women.

Such a "gifted" little boy, who can even be called the "King of Cavalry", is not someone who can play pure house games with Ciri!

Long live understanding, Geralt, who figured it out instantly, asked with a somewhat helpless expression, "I understand, did he do anything to you?"

Although it was a question, he already had the answer in his mind, what about brother and brother are all lies, sister and sister are real.

Unfortunately, unexpectedly, White Wolf guessed the beginning, but not the end.

When he saw his daughter's prank smile, just like the last time she caught the succubus and made fun of him wantonly, Geralt of Rivia couldn't help but gasp.

"Could it be that──"

"──That's right, it's not what he did to me, but what I did to him.

At that time, because I was injured and my hands and feet were inconvenient, we often took a bath together, and then I looked at the little, cute Victor and couldn't help but do it to him!"

A bolt from the blue!

Geralt's mind was blank in an instant.

Wrong! All wrong! Both Yennefer and I were wrong!

"Although we had a lot of interactions, at his age at the time, it was considered one-sided violence anyway. However, he not only did not care about it afterwards, but comforted me by saying that it didn't matter. He liked what I did to him very much, and his attitude was still as gentle as before. He is such a caring child."

"I am his first woman, and he is my first man. This is the answer you need to know."

"I don't care how many women he has. He likes women, and so do I. We have many common topics!"

"Don't worry, no one else will know about this. He promised me to keep it a secret."

...

Then Ciri seemed to say a few more things, but Geralt couldn't listen carefully at all, because he was dizzy with this explosive open relationship, and he just felt a buzzing in his head.

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction. His daughter is worthy of being a child taught by a sorceress.

Clearly aware of Victor's bond with her, which is beyond his understanding, he can only choose to remain silent; wait for the future to meet with Yennefer, and let the mother discuss with Ciri.

In this way, the campsite tonight was calm.

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