Capítulo 6: Chapter VI
Have you ever woken up groggy and more tired than when you initially went to sleep?
This usually happens after a long night of substance abuse, stress, or an incredibly active mind at the point you went to sleep. For me, my brain was uncommonly active when I went to sleep. Keira and I had talked all night about Nilfgaardian assassins and infiltration tactics.
I learned a few things. It got my mind running all kinds of scenarios and possible ways Nilfgaard will try to strike. But then something hit me when I woke up this morning. In my old life, a being called Lucifer would grant favors for a favor. Tit for tat. With the insane amount of assassinations that never led back to the Nilfgaardian empire, I figured the emperor was doing a tit for tat deal. Or else the empire would have been bankrupt with the number of wars and paid regicide they perpetrated.
I literally, jumped out of bed and began constructing a list of anyone that could gain from Adda's death. Nilfgaard wants the kingdom, then I stopped there. Adda was worth more alive and she had been known for eleven years since her curse was lifted, so the sudden need to have her killed was odd and extremely abrupt.
I had hit a brick wall.
A fly froze in mid-air and I walked into Florian's room. When time speed back up I stood next to Florian's bed as he took Mislav's cock up his ass. He moaned like a whore and the two men were completely oblivious to my presence.
"I thought it would be bigger," I said as I squinted at Mislav's cock.
Mislav and Florian went their separate ways and recoiled. Florian had a look of horror and worry wrapped into one. His face was contorted as he frantically pulled the linens up to cover his naked body. Mislav had dropped to the far side of the bed.
"W-what are you doing here?! I'll have my father--"
"Shut up," I ordered him. "I need the information that you have. And I won't tell your father about you and your man lover."
"What do want?" Florian asked.
"Was your father turned by Nilfgaard?"
Florian looked shocked. "N-no."
I sighed. "Come on. I don't want to repeat myself, Florian. We're not friends, but I always assumed we were straight with each other. Help me out and Maybe I can help you"
Florian looked at Mislav for a moment a turned back to face me. "If I tell you. Then you have to swear to keep the secret."
"Your father will stand--"
"I want him dead." Florian blurted out. "If he stands trial, I lose white Orchard and that bastard Ansel takes it. But if you kill him and stop the assassination. I can take lordship. I'll swear fealty to the Princess and support her claim to the throne."
Humans. I always loved how they were just as demonic as the Vampyre. Just without the blood lust. Sort of. I chuckled. "Deal," I said
[Witcher Contracts]
-Assassination-
Kill the Governer of White Orchard.
"Really?" Florian replied shocked.
"Aye. now spill"
"The Nilfgaardians sent assassins. Scoia'tael, but Lord Ansel is plotting something. So my father sent the Scoia'tael to figure out what."
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-Aretuza, Temeria-
Located on Thanedd Island, Aretuza is an academy of magic both eerie and ethereal. The building's dark brick and white lightning make for a beautiful contrast -its architecture vaguely reminiscent of the elves that built it. Beneath the island, were a series of caves shallows.
In one of these caves, Margarita Laux-Antille walked through the dark damp catacomb lead by a floating blue orb of light. Margarita, a sorceress and the rectoress of Aretuza, was currently walking to Aretuza's best-kept secret.
The sound of Margarita's heels hitting the floor echoed in the catacomb. Silence finally took over when the rectoress stopped at a cell and shine her blue light in a cell were a disheveled silver and blonde-haired older woman in a tired state.
The woman weakly looked up and her mouth fell open once her eyes adjusted to the light and recognized the face of her visitor.
"M-monkey?" the woman gasped.
Margarita frowned at the nickname. "Hello Anise," she said.
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-White Orchard, Temeria-
Dressed in a white tunic and black trousers, Artes wore his elvish longsword on his back and shortsword parallel to his back waist. Kneeling on the ground of the woods, Artes was tracking everything that left a mark. A job he had started after he finished his morning conversation with the Governor's son Florian.
Artes intention was to find a group of nonhuman terrorists -Scoia'tael. Florian had told Artes that the Scoia'tael were sent by the to help assassinate Princess Adda of Temeria on the behalf of the Nilfgaardian Empire. But Artes thought it was strange that the scoia'tael would take orders from a backwater governor, to investigate another backwater lord.
Though, the conspirator quest was making good progress. It hadn't updated once. This told Artes that he was probably close and missing a few details or extremely off target. But the best way to determine which, was to find the Scoia'tael.
A difficult task, finding the scoia'tael. They excelled in guerilla warfare. Comprised of dwarfs, halflings, elves, dryads, and leprechauns, they all bonded on the equal need to survive. Due to racism and deep-seated discrimination from humans and the jeering crusade launched against them. The nonhuman races were forced to hide, fight, and run. Now they made one nasty force that was extremely difficult to detect and snuff out.
Artes tracked signs deeper and deeper into the woods as time went on. Besides a pack of wolves every once in a while, it was an easy trip. That is until one trail of women's boots led him into a dark spot - a spot in the woods where the trees were thick and heavily shaded making it a perfect place for monsters to fester.
"To think a group of people would be bold enough to hide in this place," Artes muttered.
The woods had turned dark and cold. The moist soil gave the area a muddy smell. The ground was littered with bones and the area was as silent as a death zone. Not even an insect could be heard.
Shrubs rustled in the distance and snarls could be heard. Artes push of the ground and moved in the direction of the noise. When Artes arrived, he stopped kneeled by the body of a dead leprechaun.
Fresh claw mark had shredded through the leprechauns leather chest armor and deep into the chest, it protected. Looking around Artes found a par of footprints that match the ones that led him to the dark spot. The trail also had alghoul prints and more humanoid tracks.
Following the tracks a bit longer, Artes came upon a group of squirrels -Scoia'teal fighters known for the squirrel tails that they wear on themselves.
Artes didn't have to think, he knew what he was there for. Finding the Scoia'tael was the goal. Leaping into action, Artes drew his long sword and engaged the Alghoul closest to him. Now that he stood before one, Artes notices that the ghouls are bigger than the ones he had fought on the prairie.
Upward Slash. Downward diagonal slash into a horizontal slash followed by a jeering forward thrust. Artes fought and landed every blow, but with every strike, the former blood lord realized his shortcomings. The monsters didn't bleed.
The alghoul leaped forward with a devastating claw strike that was slimly dogged by Artes. "They're fast..." he said.
Flipping backward, Artes landed by the squirrels. Pulling out a bottle of superior necrophages oil, Artes dowsed his blade in the thick red liquid. Looking hard and quickly analyzing the monsters that now surrounded him and the squirrels. Artes noticed unsettling facts.
"They're way beyond my level. Their skin toughness and regeneration rate. The spikes on their back and their size... Level 26..." he said surprised. For the first time, Artes could see the level of a monster.
"What the hell are you saying?" asked an elf.
"I'm saying if we don't work together we're fucked. These monsters need to bombarded!" Artes replied as he lit two dancing star bombs threw them at the Alghouls.
Rolling forward into the flames, Artes drew his second blade and unleashed a deadly dance on an alghoul, pushing it away from its pack in an attempt to isolate it.
"Haaa!"
Boom! the telekinetic push collided with the monster and only caused it to stumble backward. Artes used his blink ability and appeared behind it. two. Four, six, twelve, eighteen, twenty-four hits. Artes blinked again and appeared in the air. His blades enhanced and shined white and crimson, Artes hurled his shortsword, severing the monster's spine. Artes landed and brought down his longsword with hands to sever the monster's head.
Artes panted and internally scolded his self for being so weak.
Slash! blood splattered against the ground and the injured Artes blinked away.
"Ahhh!" he shouted as he crashed into a tree. An alghoul had appeared behind him and landed a blow on his back shredding his white tunic. Looking over to the squirrels, Artes noticed they struggled with their monsters as well. Even more so with their steel swords.
"Swallow" Artes called out.
A bronze potion appeared and Artes quickly drained the bottle. Taking a few deep breaths. Artes turned and the called for his Thunderbolt potion which increased his strength.
Focusing on one Alghoul, Artes threw two grapeshot bombs. One after the other they exploded and blew the monster to pieces chunky meat pieces.
Blinking to retrieve his shortsword, Artes then appeared near the squirrels and fought the three remaining alghouls. With the superior necrophage oil and thunderbolt potion. Artes bridged the gap but the alghouls possed a terrifyingly quick regeneration ability.
Slash! splat! Artes fought and the last two squirrels alive followed up behind him. Artes noticed that even the squirrels were faster and stronger than him. He looked above their heads and notice the numbers, 23 and 24. A feeling that he hadn't felt since his teen years in his previous life, had seeped into his mind. His focus ability activated and his battle sense came back in a nick of time.
Sidestepping, Artes dodged a claw but took another to his left thigh, adding to his already high collection of fresh battle wounds. Creating a quen shield, Artes regained a bit of vitality when the monsters attacked shield but when the shield broke. The force of the explosion blew the alghouls on their backs. Blinking forward, Artes used his charge ability and put a blade through an alghoul's heart tipping the numbers for a split second.
"Grrr." a male elf grasped his bleeding throat as a second alghoul tore his leg off in a single blow.
They were losing. "I can't die here." Artes gritted his teeth and his bloody clawed body appeared between the last two ghouls.
"Ard!" boom! the pushed crashed into the monsters separating them and creating distance.
Artes pushed himself and blinked again. "Yrden!" he slapped the ground trapping an alghoul before vanishing again.
The free alghoul cleaved through the last scoia'tael elf, diagonally bisecting the woman from shoulder to hip. "Igni!"
Wooosh! A wave of fire scorched the dead elf and the monster. When the alghoul recoiled and hoped around to put out the fire. Artes jetted forward and threw an Axi sign to stun the monster.
Draining another bottle of the thunderbolt potion, Artes did more harm than good. The toxicity of the potion increased the bleeding of his wounds, though it didn't stop him from using the charge ability to delimb the alghoul before dropping to his knees.
With his shortsword, Artes pierced the brain of the crippled alghoul and feel to the blood mixed muddy ground. Unfortunately for Artes, his Yrden had finally deactivated and the last alghoul was set free. Artes watched as the alghoul walked over to him, but before it arrived his body gave out and the world went black.
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-Unknown Location-
"Ida, ni waeth beth rydych chi'n meddwl y mae ei waed yn ei ddal, mae'n rhaid i ni fynd ag ef yn ôl."
"Gyda'i waed, gallwn fynd yn ôl â phopeth yr ydym wedi'i golli a mwy. Teyrnas i hud, wedi'i rheoli gan hud"
"Rhaid i ni ffonio Francesca!"
An elven woman with cinnabar red hair frowned. "Okay, we call. But don't say I didn't wear you. My way is the path of least resistance." Said the woman as she walked away shaking her head.
The dark-haired elf looked at her comrades and back at the unconscious and wounded young man. "The Aen Saevherne would turn you into an experiment, at least with Francesca you have a fighting chance." The woman whispered before walking away.
Aen Saevherne are elves who, in addition to possessing magic skills, also possess a vast knowledge of many subjects, most notably the genealogy of elder blood.
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-Aretuza, Temeria-
Margarita Laux-Antille sat across from her mother Anise. She watched as her mother savagely at her third plate of food. Unlike many daughters, Margarita didn't have an ounce of empathy for her mother, only disgust and hatred.
Snatch the plate from Anise, Margarita tossed it to the other end of the table where it cracked upon landing.
"Now I want an answer. You've sat in that dungeon since Orphelius was taken. Now I'm in charge and I deserve answers." said Margarita.
The slim and sickly looking Anise leaned back and her chair looked towards the floor without answering.
"Tsk. It's over Anise! I've found my brother...Do you remember him? my twin and only friend I've ever had. The boy you stole from without reason, you ruthless bitch." Margarita trembled with rage as she recalled the night her twin was taken and she was drugged to be kept quiet.
Anise grimaced and sniffled. "You have no idea what you speak of, little girl." She weakly replied.
"I am a woman! No thanks to you! The Rectoress of Aretuza! You will give me the respect that I deserve."
"You can respectfully go whore yourself to fiend cock, Rectoress." Anise spit venom.
Margarita's anger boiled over and she lurched out to grab Anise. Just as fast, Anise grabbed a knife fro the table jumped out of her seat to dodge her inraged daughter.
"I wish you never my mother. I wished you died in childbirth! you water hag whore. You took everything from me!" Margarita's face was flaming red and tears flowed from her eyes in steady streams. "And now you think you can kill me?!" her voice went high pitched and cracked with rage and unparalleled sadness.
"Haa, Tissaia must have raised you personally," said Anise. "You have no idea how much I love you and your brother. I did what I had to and I will do it again in a heartbeat! So no, I do not think nor do I want to kill you. But you can't know what I know. Word of advice, Don't trust who destroyed your family, she is a poison even demons can't stomach."
Anise brought the tip of the knife just under her right breast and plunged it into her heart. All of the color in Margarita's face vanished and she stammered of the table to her mother's side. Anise smiled with tears in her eyes. Anise understood the thin line between love and hate. She couldn't afford Margarita saving her life for any reason, some secrets were meant to be taken to the grave.
Anise held up her hand as Margarita got to her side, a massive burst of magic hurled Margarita into a wall. With the last bit of magic she could muster, finally free of magic blocking shackles, Anise called out and magic projected her voice.
"Prionnsa Auberon! mac Amavet! Mac Rhiannon! nighean Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal! Nighean Shiadhal! Co-bhanntachd Auberon Muircetach, Rìgh nan Alders!" Anise struggled to finish as her power rapidly drained and blood filled her throat.
Margarita felt the magic in her mother's words but failed to comprehend the Ellylon language. A language as old as elder speech but spoken by none.
As Anise passed on, her words ripped through the continent and reached the ears of three men with a platinum white hair and woman with platinum white-gold hair, each one of them shared deep emerald green eyes except for the woman who had eyes like molten lead.
"That's Anise!" said one of the men. with elven features
"If she is calling, then they are starting the search again." added another man with similar features.
"It has to be him. We have to go and get him!" the woman slammed her fist against the stone table.
"If that's the case, then he'll have to be smuggled to slip past those who seek him. Amnon!" the old man shouted.
"Yes, my lord." the servant replied with a deep bow.
"Contact Riordian! I want him here as fast as possible. This matter is too important for a megascope." The old man ordered and Amnon left the hall at high speed.
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-White Orchard, Temeria-
"What happened, Ida?" Keira asked.
"Alghouls. Strong and many. We would have died without him." Ida the Cinnabar red-haired elf replied.
Keira looked at the elf suspiciously. "Hmm, well help me heal him."
"Unless you have a goat to sacrifice, we have to wait," said Ida.
"And why is that?"
"The Alghouls must have been well beyond his abilities. I found a few bottles of witcher positions on the ground. I gave him something to clear the toxicity, but it's still working. I don't how much poison is in him, but the risk of the slightest poison in a paste or tonic may kill him. Hell, he should be dead right now." Ida explained.
"I've never heard of a human drinking witcher potions." Keira looked at the bandaged and unconscious Artes a bit frightened.
"Me neither. That's why I was hoping you could call Triss. I know she's in Kaer Morhen with the Hen Ichaer. "
"How--"
"The Hen Ichaer is the business of the Aen Saevherne. Why do you think I brought him here and didn't leave him as monster meat." Ida gestured towards Artes. "Now go and call Triss. Ask her how a witcher would clear the poison and heal himself," she added.
Keira nodded and the elven women were lead to Artes' room. When they arrived, Ida tried to open the door but found it locked. She looked Artes and sigh as she saw he wore no pouches or keys. Waving her hand over the lock, the door unlatched and she pushed it open.
Inside of the room, Adda lept from the bed and glared at the tall elven woman. "How dare you enter this room. Leave! Now!" she commanded.
Ida smirked as she recognized the woman. "Oh, but it's his room. Where else can I put him?" She asked as the floating body of Artes came into the room.
Adda saw the condition of her lover and her heart skipped two beats and it became hard for her to breathe. Rushing over to his side, Adda examined him but didn't dare touch any of his bandages. Artes looked so fragile at the moment
"What did you do to him? I'll have my father execute both of you pointy-eared whores!" Adda was distraught, her hands trembled and vision blurred with tears.
Ida smiled with amusement. "Tor, take him to the bed. I'll keep the Princess company," she said.
'Wait until Francesca hears about this... The princess and an Elder Blood. How I adore young love...' Ida thought to herself.
Elsewhere in the Governer's manor, Keira sat in front of a mirror as an image of a chestnut red-haired woman with cornflower blue eyes and freckles came into view.
"You look flustered, what's wrong, Keira?" Triss asked.
"Where do I start?" Keira asked in return.
"From the beginning. I asked you to look into that Artes Lessa and to send someone to speak to Countess Julia."
"The Countess confirmed she had a daughter named, Myrthe, with her cousin Orphelius with same features as Artes. Though Myrthe was born with beautiful eyes like molten lead. Orphelius had to send Myrthe away because she was a product of incest and a bastard. The countess, however, doesn't know where."
"Do you believe her?" Triss asked
"Yes. Her mother, father, and sisters are all gone. She is a Countess without an heir. If she knew, Artes Lessa would be Artes de Ruyter. Anyway, we know who that the countess is the Half-sister of the late queen of Cintra, Adalia. Their mother is Muriel, the daughter of Amavet...
Many Temerian born nonhumans still believe Riannon's blood should be on the throne. She was the first wife of King Goidemar. She was half-elf and he was a quarter elf. Prince Amavet was the firstborn male. The throne should have been his."
"Tissaia always said Amavet was more elf than human..." Triss added
"Aye. So he can be a threat to the throne if he wished to. But he doesn't. Another thing, the name Orphelius sounded familiar. So I've asked the rectoress Margarita to look into it."
"Why her?" Triss asked
"I'm good friends with her and I trust her" Keira replied.
Triss nodded and Keira continued. "Now, for the serious shite. Ida Emean aep Sivney is here in White Orchard and she has just told me that Artes is just like your lion cub."
Triss sharply inhaled. "You need to keep her away from him. I'll talk to Fransesca Findabair, Ida listens to her. The moment they have an opportunity to leave, you need to make sure they take it. The last thing we need is for him to fall into the hands of an Aen Saevherne."
"I know, Triss. But she's here because Artes is severely injured. He drank witcher potions and now his toxicity levels are high and keeping him from healing and probably eating at his vitality. I need to talk to Geralt."
Later that night, Ida and Keira talked over a cup of wine while Keira brewed White Honey, a witcher potion to purge the poison from Artes' body and the White Raffard's Decoction to restore his vitality.
"So why are you in White Orchard?" Asked Keira.
"I was saving a friend. The elf with me, her name is Toruviel. I was taking her to Aretuza with me and then to Kovir. " Ida lied with ease.
"How many of you were there?"
"Doesn't matter. Their all dead now. The alghoul wrecked everything." Ida took a swig of her wine.
"And you plan on staying?"
"Just until Artes wakes. I want to thank him."
"Ida, we both know you could have slaughter those alghouls. So how about we cut the horse dun and speak straight."
Ida smiled. "I saw him use his power and I wanted to see just how well he mastered them."
"And?"
"He needs work. but it wasn't bad. Your princess tells me he grew up in this hick town. Self-taught, he has talent." said Ida.
Keira frowned at the mention of the Princess.
"Oh, don't worry. I won't tell anyone that the Princess is the bastard's royal fuck doll. Well, I might if you get in my way."
Keira put on a half-smile and raised her cup. "To mutual understanding," she said.
"Yes, to that." Ida then emptied her cup.
The next day, Keira received word from Aretuza that Margarita Laux-Antille would no longer be able to help her. Artes remained unconscious and slowly healing but steadily healing.
When the white honey potion was finished 2 days later, Artes was purged of all the poison in his body and he began to rapidly heal. on the fourth day of his recovery, he was given a strong dose of White Raffard's decoction.
Artes abruptly rose from the bed and began to ramble in Elder Speech before falling unconscious again. Though, Adda was the only one present to hear witness the unnerving scene. Artes woke the day after and found Adda sleep on his right side.
"She wouldn't leave," said Keira. "Artes what do you remember?"
'Nothin' a soft voice entered his mind. "Nothing" Artes repeated out loud.
Keira smiled and stopped her questioning there. "Well, some someone wishes to talk to you."
The door opened and Ida walked in. Artes once again rethought his concept of beauty. The pure blooded elf was tall and displayed a sensual beauty. Her pointed ears and flowing cinnabar red hair, her porcelain-like skin, and her subtle but alluring curves.
'I'm glad you're okay, Artes Lessa' Ida spoke directly into his mind. 'All you have to do is think and I'll hear.'
Artes was all too familiar with mind techniques in his old world. In an instant, his mind went black and focused on creating physical constructs of the words he thought, like mental subtitles. This kept the sorceress from viewing free-flowing thoughts and allowed Artes to keep his secrets.
'Who are you?' he asked.
Ida smiled at Artes' foreign trick. 'You're a clever one. My name is Ida Emean aep Sivney. Sorceress of Aretuza and Aen Saevherne.'
'Am I supposed to be impressed? and just Ida would have been fine. What do you want?'
Ida raised an eyebrow. 'Why were you so deep in the woods?'
'Looking for the scoia'tael.'
'What do you want with them?'
'The truth. I need to know if they were sent by Nilfgaard and what they know about Lord Ansel.'
Ida chuckled. 'That's it? What if I told you, that the Scio'tael was paid?'
'I'd ask how much.'
Ida smirked with devilish eyes. '150,000 Orens.'
Artes couldn't think right now. Everything he thought Ida would be privy to. So he thought one word and gave an offer. 'Bastard... What if I could double the price and offer more?'
'Well, that would be an offer for the Scoia'tael. I'm just a lone sorceress. But I'm sure the would be open to negotiating with an offer like that.' Ida replied.
'Is that so? Well, would a solitary sorceress like to do me a favor. for a price of course.'
'Oh no. You saved my life, Artes Lessa. I would happily help you free of charge.'
'Haa, I doubt that.' he replied. 'Tell the scoia'tael, "300,000 Orens and a county to lay their heads.' I want everything about who hired them and what the found on Lord Ansel. Then I want them to work for me.' he added
Ida nodded and left the room. Keira looked at the elf leave and then looked back at Artes. "What was that about?"
"Protecting Adda. I need you to tell discreetly inform the Governor of his son's lover, Mislav. Tell him the huntsman has to go or Adda will be returning to Vizima with no marriage contract in mind. Emphasize how distraught our lady is." Artes said.
Keira looked at Artes a bit worried. She saw a new fire in his eyes that wasn't there before. "So you're finished with your childish love affair?"
"The princess is mine. I know you're worried about the potential fallout, but don't worry, there won't be any marriage contract with the governor's house. Florian is in on the plot."
"Then why tell the governor anything if we can just have them executed?" Keira asked furiously.
"Their time will come. But you need to think of the bigger picture. If the king finds out, war will come early. We have to handle this and purge White Orchard for the crown."
"Fine, I'll do it..." Keira got up from her chair moved towards the door.
"Keira. The contract is finished. Nilfgaard is plotting and the Governor is collaborating. They have to die by our hands and discreetly for the good of Temeria. But you owe me now" Artes called out.
"I know. we'll speak later."
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White Orchard, Temeria. The Governor's Manor.
I laid in bed next to Adda. I could hear the shift in her breathing and her heart rate. She was awake and aware of the current situation. After Keira had left my room. Adda continued to play sleep, so I let her.
Closing my eyes, I opened the codex to check my status.
[Name: Artes Lessa]
[Race: ¾ Human(Elder Blood), ¼ Elf]
[Level: 19]
[*Next Level Up: 80,500/210,00]
[Carrying Weight: 100/100]
[Coin: 450,000]
[Inventory]
[Alchemy]
[*Quest]
[Character]
[Meditation]
[*Glossary]
[World Map]
The glossary was updated due to meeting Ida Emaen aep Sivney. It didn't have much on her. But even the slightest bit of information was helpful. There was also a new tab about the Scoia'teal. But since Keira had informed me of them, there was no need to read their file.
I moved on to the quests tab. I had recently decided to take on the quest 'Bastard King'. I felt it was the best way to end the growing white orchard affair with the least amount of casualties. I knew nearly everyone in White Orchard. They're all good people and I could feel a war coming. And like most wars, commoners were the most impacted. I wanted to change that.
The first step was taking White Orchard as my own and using the princess to secure the land I'm about to take. I'm a quarter-elf, using the scoia'tael as a secret force would be a great advantage. The problems were wiping the board clean. It had to be done efficiently and the moves I make have to be irreversible and extremely hard to counter.
If I take White Orchard, I can make good on the deal with the Scoia'tael and clam the wealth of Governor Ignatius, and Lord Ansels' in one fell swoop. And in the end, my road to the crown will be guaranteed.
So much for a nice quiet life. But fighting and completing quests is how I get stronger. I reach offer and gently tap Adda. She lifts her head I pull her into an embrace.
"Would you mind becoming my wife?" I ask her.
she was silently shocked for a moment. Shen then had all kinds of reasons it wouldn't work until I put the idea in her head that she may already be pregnant. And if it worked only for a tonight, it was all I needed. Adda will be pregnant by the morning.
A few days passed and things were going swell. Mislav had been banished and Florian was distraught. I had Adda play the infatuated maiden during the day, working to get Florian out of his room, while I worked to give her child at night. Every load I shot was dispensed deep in her cunt. She had no complaints as cock became her favorite midnight snack.
Keria worked non stop to magically ward the manor. layers and layers of protection kept her occupied. During that time I noticed the look of worry on the governor's face, though he played it off very well.
Speaking of the governor, Ida returned about four days after her departure with nothing but good news. Scoia'tael had agreed to the increase in pay and a change of teams. Ida told me that the shadow of Sodden had hired them and instructed them to take orders from no one but the Governor.
She then informed me that the shadow of Sodden was the personal hand Sancia of Sodden, Adda's grandmother, and the mother of King Foltest. Ida told me she had no idea they were to assassinate the princess. When the Scoia'tael arrived they were immediately told to investigate Lord Ansel.
I informed her of the governor's plot and she realized her team was being set up as Nilfgaardian assassins. But the most important part for me was that Sanica of sodden hard orchestrated the plot using the governor as the middleman. Completing half of my 'Conspirators' quest.
I soon completed the second half, when Ida informed me that Lord Ansel's estate was like a fortress. Protected by several men that were well beyond his budget to house, feed, and train. A group of Scoia'tael infiltrated and reported that Lord Ansel was in bed with Redenia.
I concluded, that Redenia wanted Adda alive to unite the two kingdoms while Soncia of Sodden wanted her dead due to pure disgust of her existence.
With the 'Conspirators' quest finished, I was rewarded 500 XP. I then order the Scoia'tael to sit back and wait. Ida then sent for more fighters while she had her squad feed the Governor false information.
Two months have passed since my injuries and meeting the scoia'tael. It was now mid-Lammas (Around August 24). After a long night of partying. It was time for me to strike. I had been planning for months. Adda had been pregnant for a while awhile now and wars took time so had to move before to much time had passed and people notice her symptoms.
The Young lord Florian was now in better spirits after Mislav's banishment, thanks to Adda. And for the first time, she had sent tongues wagging when she had decided to stay the night in the young lord's room.
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