"It's him?!"

Seeing that familiar face, Geralt's face changed drastically.

He recognized Enhill's identity.

Because many years ago, he was invited by a queen to attend a banquet in the palace, with the purpose of killing a monster that would appear in the banquet.

But following his inner choice, Roger did not wave the weapon in his hand, but saved the monster, broke his curse, and signed an unexpected contract with him.

Then there was his bond with Xiri.

He is Enhill.

But he is also Xili's father.

The father wants to marry his daughter.

Roger felt the deepest malice. For the sake of rights, Enhill actually did such a crazy thing.

So what else would he do to consolidate this rule?

A legal successor?

Geralt couldn't imagine it.

Now he could guess that Enshir's true identity was not the prince of a small country, but the heir of Nifgad, who was framed and fled to Sintra.

But at the beginning, he was obviously swallowed by the sea with Xili's mother...

Then obviously, the shipwreck that was originally not an accident, but a deliberate arrangement.

At this time, Geralt's eyes swept across Vigovertz, and in an instant, he understood something.

One is the prince who wants to restore his identity, and the other is the ambitious warlock who seeks greater development. It is not difficult for them to get together.

Then now...

Geralt was shocked to find something that the person who witnessed the banquet was already dead.

Most of the remaining ones did not have the chance to see the true face of this emperor.

Then if this secret of incest is to be preserved forever, Enhill will definitely start a massacre. Perhaps this is why those old friends who died accidentally.

"How should I say to Cili?"

"Tell her, is the man who caused your tragic fate to arrest you as a political puppet, your biological father?"

The body trembled slightly.

Geralt could hardly imagine the impact that Cili would face when he heard the news.

At this time, Wigovertz seemed to feel something, and his eyes seemed to cross a very long distance to Roger.

"Why?"

Roger understood the meaning of Wigofertz's eyes, and he was asking why he let him go.

Roger did not answer, but reached out and grabbed it hard.

The next moment, Wigovertz's head suddenly exploded, and blood and brain plasma covered half of the room to dye Enhill's body red.

His Majesty the young emperor stood up from the throne, and he looked at the huge stone cracks spreading out from his feet, and a complex look appeared in his eyes.

"Roger, I have something important to tell you."

Geralt hesitated.

"oh……"

"Wait a mininute!"

Then, Roger raised his hand casually.

No sound came from the illusory image, and the next second, His Majesty's neck was pinched into a strange shape.

thump.

Enhill's body leaned back and fell into the throne, with his deformed neck hanging on the back of the chair.

This emperor who stirred up the Civil War and launched an iron-blooded invasion was like a poor slug when he died.

Then Roger retracted his palm and turned to look at Geralt standing behind him.

"Okay, what were you going to say just now?"

Bailang's cheeks twitched, he looked at Roger's right hand, then at Enhill's deformed neck in the image, his eyes wandering.

"No... nothing, it's not an important thing. I'll look for you if I have time."

At this time, Geralt suddenly discovered the smile hidden in Roger's eyes.

At that moment he knew that Roger must have known something, about Enhill's identity, and the hidden secret.

"Maybe this matter will never be known by Xiri's right choice."

He decided to bury the memory.

At this time, the sun was already rising high, and the sunlight shone on everyone, driving away the coldness in the valley and bringing a hint of warmth.

Roger raised his head.

"A new beginning, isn't it?"

He said it lightly, but in this world where information is transmitted very slowly, the impact of the Battle of Kelmohan spreads and breaks out at an extremely fast speed.

The corpses in the valley and the hideous scars left on the Lockgrim Palace.

Everyone realized that in this chaotic world, a new order was being established.

And this time the witch hunter is the protagonist of history.

…………

Holy City-Kelmohan.

The old and mottled city walls have been renovated.

Even the scenery deep in the valley was completely changed with the blessing of magic. It was another winter, and the peaks that were supposed to be covered with heavy snow also appeared in green.

Flowers and butterflies can be seen everywhere in the castle.

Not only that, the color of the castle exterior wall has been repainted, because today, this fortress left by ancient times will witness a wedding.

Warlock and the witch hunter.

After a year of fermentation, Roger's influence was unparalleled. He became the transcendent who overrides the royal nobles and all powers.

Or the arbitrator.

Knowing that he was involved in it personally, let alone the lords and nobles, even the kings wanted to squeeze their heads and participate in it personally.

Not only that, King Hunsette of King Codwin, along with Kelmohan and the entire nearby mountain range were divided.

Make this place a homemade place for Roger.

But even so, everyone needs to receive invitations before they can come to Kelmohan.

This made the invitation so much that it was extremely popular, and some people were even willing to use their fiefs and titles to exchange for the opportunity to come to Kelmohan.

In the room, Yennefa sprayed her favorite perfume, and she looked at the bright and charming woman in the mirror.

At this moment, Yennefa believed that even with the blessing of magic power, the legendary first beauty was not as bright as her at this moment.

Siri was busy with her side and saw the sorcerer take off her favorite black and white color scheme and put on a traditional wedding dress.

In the past, sorcerers were the group who liked to break tradition and ignore the rules.

But on this day, Yennefa suddenly discovered that following traditions can bring about unimaginable happiness.

"You are so beautiful today. When will I be like you?"

Even Cili was impressed by Yennefa's beauty.

She leaned forward, and a silver head was revealed in the mirror.

Fifteen-year-old Xili is developing very fast, and is no less tall than adult women. Apart from her a little tender face, she is already considered an absolute beauty.

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"You don't know how lucky you are."

"You will be the best." Everyone had already vaguely guessed Roger's arrangement for Xiri.

This girl will inherit Roger's current strength and status.

Yennaef stood up. In the mirror, she had almost perfect curves. Her lower abdomen was slightly raised. Yennaef slowly stretched out her palm and felt the rhythm of another life.

"Can it be a girl?"

"I wish I had a sister!"

Cili asked with his eyes narrowed.

"I have no idea."
To be continued...