Saviman should have been on his way to the capital, and his students ...... It's supposed to be having fun with elves, right?

Ahh

Imagine the eyes of the elves, tainted by filthy desires—the king could not help but tremble. He drank the wine from his glass in one gulp, only to realize angrily that he didn't react to his lump of limp lying on his stomach. The body of the woman who had been tossed unconscious by him with a fake object was still nestled at his feet, and the king suddenly began to feel that the touch of her plump white skin made him feel his years deeply.

He wanted to tear his own skin—an old, wrinkled, grease-stuffed, stench of old age.

He wanted to see something more beautiful.

Tomorrow's drinking party, you must kill Geralt.

In the midst of extreme sorrow, what kind of expression will the elf give? - Is it a stunned loss? Or is it a mixture of grief and anger? Maybe it's crying?

Either way, the broken mind must be suffocatingly beautiful.

The king had not felt such a young man in such anticipation for a long time.

He kicked the woman away and poured himself another glass of wine.

***

The king is gathering an army and is about to start a war against the Grey Elf tribe in the jungle!

Ludovina was anxious, and her lover Wright gently persuaded her not to worry, "The gray elves are brave and good at fighting, and I will never allow that human to hurt you." ”

He was a simple and brave elf, and he had no idea what Ludovina had been avoiding him in the last few days - yes, she had accidentally fallen into the longing for Geralt, who had only a few faces, and it was definitely a curse!

How to solve this situation – how to solve it——?

She pondered for a long time before she remembered the peculiarities of Elrod Ambatu.

Why did the Vanya elves in the land of the gods suddenly come to the mainland for adult travel?

Ludovina rummaged through the Grey Elves of the Jungle to confirm her guess.

Elrod Ambatu. An elf beloved by the stars.

She struggles to find the story of her previous predecessor, Ambatu, whose prophecy caused Ambatu to collapse and cause a fire, and was eventually hunted down and killed by various forces.

The sorcerer's prophecy would cause Ambatu to collapse - into a state of rage, and Ludovina secretly noted this and devised her plan-

First gather the necessary people: Elrod, Geralt, the king, the archwizard, herself.

Use the wizard's prophecy to send Elrod into a rage, killing the king's bastards - and the nobles who are mostly bastards; Then, before Elrod had grown enough in the dark, she killed Geralt, who didn't look anything special, and killed Elrod.

She remembered the happy times she spent as a child wandering around with her elf mother.

Remembering the king's despair of turning into a silver light and dying with the depeached corpse of a pauper girl who had been chopped up beyond recognition—"Rudovina has been killed by me."

Remembering the Grey Elves' tolerance and care for her, the poor farmer's family entertaining her as she escaped from the palace, and the time Wright spent with her.

I remembered the king's sinister smile.

There can be no war. There must be no war!

Therefore, for the happiness of more people, in order to eliminate the ultimate evil, the sacrifice of a few people is inevitable and inevitable.

She whispered, "I'm sorry. ”

After re-reading the paper on which the plan had been written, she tore it into thin strips and threw it into the kitchen firewood to make sure it was burned to ashes, then stood up and straightened her skirt to make contact with the wizard Saviman.

***

Saviman's talent and accomplishments are staggering, not to mention that he has not yet leaned towards any nobleman – not even a king. He was aggressive when he was young, and later he was able to dance well among the nobles, and he was able to make amazing breakthroughs in the field of research, and even the mention of the word "wizard" on the mainland would make anyone think of him first.

For nearly twenty years, he had felt his own limitations and devoted himself to the study of prophecy, and it was only the year before last that he saw through the limitations of prophecy that was now in vogue - in prophecy, it was not the wizard who saw fate, but fate showed the wizard what should be presented.

He began to develop a new prophecy, but he was still unable to enter the country, and the only gifted student was taken away by the king.

The elves beloved by the stars are certainly funny—but Saviman shakes his head and sighs at the thought of his students waiting for letters in front of the window every day. He couldn't make prophecies that were harmful to that elf. In the past few days, he has been constantly trying to spy on the scenes in the palace, and he probably understands that the king planned all this-

Then, kill him.

Saviman paused, correcting himself for not being so angry.

Send the king back into the arms of God.

At night, the earth elves burrow into the ground to rest, and the guards go into the tavern to drink with the women of the country and seek a night of pleasure. Saviman sat in the carriage when suddenly the curtain opened—it was Ludovina, the half-elf princess.

"That's really...... Unexpectedly. Saviman smiled and said, "May I ask Her Royal Highness the princess who came here late at night, is there something going on?" ”

The half-elf princess quickly cut to the point, "We don't have much time left, and I don't think you want to hurt your students or Elrod." I have a plan, tomorrow you make a prophecy, and then I will say that Ambatu died in an accident as recorded in the elven texts, and accuse you of making the king guilty of killing the people of the gods—"

"Oh? And then I accidentally ...... in the middle of an argument with you."

The princess snatched his words, "Kill the king, kill as many nobles as you like." ”

"When talking to elders, remember to use honorifics." Saviman sighed, "The old man often knows more things than you can imagine. ”

Ludovina grimaced, "If you don't cooperate with me, your student will be killed immediately at tomorrow night's banquet." ”

Saviman slowly nudged the crystal lenses, "I see." ”

The half-elf figure disappeared into the night, and Saviman shook his head, adding the princess's name to the "list of embraces sent to the gods".

It seems that this is also one of the initiators of this matter - although it is not known what her purpose is.

Anyway, he didn't agree, did he?

***

Geralt woke up from his dream the next morning to find that something was wrong with Elrod.

"What's wrong?"

When he yawned and interrogated, Elrod was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Elrod?" Geralt called his name again.

Elrod's gaze shifted to Geralt, and a layer of gloom was evident in Geralt, but only for a moment, he calmed down again, stroking Geralt's snow-colored, messy short hair, smiling and kissing him.

"Good morning, Geralt. The king will have a banquet this evening, and your teacher Saviman will probably enter the capital in the afternoon. ”

"Yes......" Geralt noticed his frequent wandering gaze and strange eyes—and the look as if he was very concerned about the color of his hair—and determined to find out what was going on—but not now, not directly. He seemed to have been avoiding confronting himself with that emotion, and Geralt didn't want to make him unhappy.

"By the way," Geralt frowned, as if suddenly remembered, "Why do you want the teacher to come over for a banquet?" ”

"For the hour of prophecy has come."

Elrod replied softly.

Geralt noticed that he was in some unknown mood again, as if he had been staring at the stars in silence on the night they had been separated years ago. - It's so close, but it's separated by a transparent wall.

But that's different now. Now, Geralt thought, I can embrace him openly.

Thinking so, Geralt hugged Elrod and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, even if the worst happens, I'm strong enough. ”

When the elf heard the word "powerful", his body suddenly stiffened, and he smiled reluctantly: "Yes, I believe in you." ”

Did the stars tell him something? Geralt was troubled by the fact that he did not believe in God or fate, and he could not feel the fear of the oppression of fate. But since this upsets Elrod, he has to find a way to solve the matter.

- There you go!

He could find a way to prophesy instead of his teacher - although Saviman didn't let him learn the existing prophecy at all, as he claimed to be developing a true prophecy - he did a good job of tracing it!

Don't they all say that elves don't have a fate? The elves born from the sacred tree are the purest, primordial souls, without the pain of reincarnation - so if Elrod is afraid of being seen in the future, then going back to his past life is like a blank snag for a peek into the future of an ordinary elf, isn't it?

Geralt devised the line after the prophecy for himself, "Elrod is a High Elf, not a mediocre human controlled by fate. ”

By the way, how do you kill the king now?

The teacher is there too! He needs to discuss this process with the teacher, and when he is making a prophecy to attract the attention of the audience, just let the teacher cast a spell to kill the king!

***

Even the king's palace is used for a ball, which is packed with inflated laughter and laughter. The glittering palace was brightly lit, the orchestra pit played a light and vigorous allegro, and the king took the princess in the crook of his arm and walked down the steps.

The crowd immediately fell silent, but the harpsichord suddenly emitted a cacophony of cacophony. The virtuoso trembled to the ground in terror, and the king looked at him and sighed, "The beautiful music has been ruined in this way." ”

The princess smiled reservedly, and the guards left the hall silently with the musicians. After such a small episode, the king smiled majestically and kindly enough, and he clapped his hands, "Ladies and gentlemen, please let me introduce you to the two distinguished guests of today, the High Elves from the Divine Abode, Elrod Ambatu; The greatest wizard on the continent, Saviman Mitchelson! ”

An impassioned tune played in the orchestra pit, and people cheered and applauded as elves and wizards with their students appeared.

The king cleared his throat again and motioned for everyone to be quiet. He let go of the hand holding the princess, and the princess smiled slyly, "I have heard that this noble spirit of the Vanya tribe is a rare one who is loved by the stars—he came to our continent in search of a wise sorcerer to prophesy his fate. As hosts, we naturally have to do our best to help him-"

Her violet eyes swept over the smiling Saveman and continued, "So, we have the privilege of inviting His Excellency Savyman, the greatest wizard on the continent, to prophesy him. ”

Geralt immediately looked at Elrod—

He thought that Elrod would politely refuse, but he saw that he had fallen into a state of distraction, his eyes were blank, and his lips were white, as if he was being held by fate to his heart.

Geralt's heart sank heavily.

Saviman was still speaking elegantly according to the plan: "...... Therefore, the contemptible study has found that prophecy is only a very limited thing, and I am afraid that the fate of the noble elves cannot be seen-"

The princess's smile stiffened. She was about to persuade Saviman again, but the king was already impatient.

Kill Geralt!

"Then let your students make prophecies." The king looked at the beautiful elf and said meaningfully, "You will make a prophecy, will you?" Youngster. ”

- Just follow the plan.

Geralt heard his voice and replied to the king very calmly, "I am willing to serve the noble king." ”

A polygraph formation dedicated to prophecy has been prepared - those standing in the center of this formation will not be able to tell lies, lest a cunning wizard be vague about the correct content of the prophecy.

Geralt took a deep breath and stepped into the formation, receiving the light of the stars, but silently reciting the mantra in his heart.

He thought he was going to see a blank slate.

But no.

The black-haired and black-eyed boy by the stream was tired and hungry, and accosted the passing elf—

"Hey, can you get me out? - I'll give you a lot of money! ”

As he spoke, he hid a sharp stone in the palm of his hand.

The elf glanced coldly and distantly at his hand, "You're lying. ”