The Divine Hunter

The light of the torches danced across the dark walls.

"Geralt, can Master Roy do it? It's been three days, and there's been no news. That bald tyrant is getting more and more ruthless, and he's about to rip our skins off!" Yurga was sitting in the cold dungeon. , Gulugulu swallowed a small life potion, a cool feeling instantly relieved the pain of the whipping on his back, narrowed his eyes, revealing a sour expression.

"That's what I'll explain to you," Geralt looked at the corridor beyond the iron grille, and felt a sense of anxiety in his heart, as if some unknown fate was about to befall him, and there was a hint of unease in his tone, " He's never let me down since I've known him, well, he always works wonders."

Fatty patted his stomach with relief, and teased with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Then I can rest assured, it seems that we should discuss the arrangements after escaping from prison."

"Maybe it's a sunny day when I get home, and Christidea is drying salted fish or pickles in the yard... Does that fit your law of accident?"

"You have to prepare a thank you gift for Master Roy! Gods bless you, don't mention the law of accidents!" Fatty rolled his eyes, "I'll give him a son to take away!"

"If you can save us, you don't need to say much about your skill. In the future, you will be able to educate that bastard to become a talent!"

"Yurga, after leaving the prison, I have to wait, I'm going to find someone." Geralt interrupted him, and the tension in his heart grew stronger.

"Who are you looking for, daughter?"

"Do not--"

"Geralt, Yurga!" A soldier pushed open the iron door, shouted loudly, and came to the two of them, his eyes flashing with sighs under his helmet, "Lucky guy, I don't know how to talk to the doctor. It's a relationship. She helped you persuade Chief Little! Now get your badges and clothes back, and go see your savior!"

"Geralt! Did Goddess Meritelli open your mouth?" The fat man danced with excitement.

doctor?

When the white wolf heard this title, he hesitated.

Who would that be?

...

"Man, how does it feel to be free again?"

The two men in leather armor hugged heavily, and the air was filled with dust and the choking stench of sweat.

Roy looked at White Wolf's sloppy stubble, blood-stained cheeks, and thick dark circles under his eyes.

Heart quite emotional.

Where is this guy going to be locked up?

Geralt smiled gratefully at his companion.

"Master Roy, how did you do it?" The fat man in a tattered silk cloth grabbed Roy's left hand heavily, and when he smiled, the folds on his face were folded into a flower, and the sweat in his palm was almost on the back of his hand. Submerged, "Aren't the mayor and the sheriff determined to hang us?"

"Know it with love, move with reason, in short, you will soon be able to restore your reputation."

"Who is she?" Geralt's dark cat pupils turned to the windowsill of the office, and a figure turned his back to him.

Tall and slender, her masculine attire couldn't hide her beauty.

She is like a tree growing there quietly.

Just looking at it is like entering a virgin forest.

The rich herbaceous fragrance, juniper, mint, and button grass wafted into the white wolf's nose.

The woman suddenly turned her face away.

Pale delicate and thin.

Between the eyebrows and his eyes, there are five or six points similar to him.

It was like seeing another self in the rippling water waves.

A pair of emerald green eyes burst into a complex light, surprised, relieved, and gentle.

The emotion Geralt was looking forward to was suppressed by her.

suppressed.

The dark cat's pupils dilated, his breathing stopped, and his heartbeat slowed a beat.

Roy held down the fat man's mouth and motioned to leave the place for the two of them. He pulled the businessman out of the office quietly, and before closing the door, his eyes turned between the two with interest.

And Golphin Chipmunk took the opportunity to sway his big fluffy tail, climbed to the ground along his master's hood, tucked into the corner of the office, and pricked up his ears.

...

In the quiet office, only breathing and rapid heartbeat can be heard.

A tall, tall and straight witcher with white hair, a beautiful and serene female doctor, with a distance within reach, only one step needed to get in touch with each other.

But they were relatively silent.

Anxiety and torment filled the air.

"You saved me?"

"Just a little help, mainly relying on your friend Roy, who made a complete plan and persuaded the sheriff to change his mind." The woman's voice was clear and sweet,

It's very different from the old, ruthless and ruthless that Geralt had imagined countless times when he was young.

The first moment I saw this face.

He knew it was her.

my mother.

The relative who has been thinking about it for many years.

"Cough, cough..." His throat was suddenly itchy and sore, he repeated, "You saved me."

"They tortured you?" The woman's face sank, and she made a gentle diagnosis. She raised her hand as if to touch him, but then put it down again, "There's something wrong with your lungs... You need prompt treatment."

"No need," Geralt shook his head and looked at her coldly. "This injury will heal on its own in a week at most."

"You must know that witchers have to undergo a lot of mutation since childhood, virus, bacterial infection... I survived from there, um, three out of ten survived, and I was one of the lucky ones... This little injury Small pain, I have long been used to it."

In this description, there is a faint complaint.

The woman's body trembled, and her face became even paler.

"Anyway, you saved me," Geralt said, still expressionless, he didn't know what to look like at the moment, "Thank you very much, ma'am, can you enlighten me on Gao's name."

"Visenna." She said it calmly without hiding anything.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Vissena," the witcher's voice choked a little when he said this.

The woman put the topic of coincidence stuck in her throat into her stomach.

Don't say a word.

Geralt said sarcastically and sharply,

"How can I thank you for your generosity in reaching out to a 'never met', filthy, evil mutant?"

"Don't say that, you know, it's not like that, the witcher is not humble. Don't... tell me this!" The female doctor turned around first, took a deep breath, and when she turned around, her face He regained his calm, his eyes were like a peaceful forest, "I always lend a helping hand to those in need for free, this is my quirk!"

She glanced at the long scar that ran from Geralt's left forehead to his left ear, and said softly,

"The witcher's physique is better than that of ordinary people, but this does not mean that it is steel and iron. You have to protect yourself and try to avoid injury."

Geralt sighed and stared at the woman, his eyes resting on her face for a few seconds.

"Thank you for your concern and advice, I am very grateful..."

At this moment, he caught the loophole in her words.

The emotions that have been accumulated in my heart for decades have an outlet.

"But I have a question. You said you would always lend a hand, but why didn't you come to see me when I was tortured in Kyle Morhan, crying in countless rainy nights? I'm in your eyes Is it better than an unrelated stranger?"

Countless images flashed back in the witcher's mind.

Geralt.

You are different from others.

Other children, at least accompanied by their mothers until they were seven or eight years old, were forced to surrender their children due to accidental law and family life.

But you, when you were a baby, your mother voluntarily abandoned you.

And she is a sorceress who never lacks food and clothing.

"No, Geralt, I..." Visenna shook her head and retorted.

A faint sarcasm crossed the corner of the witcher's mouth, and he pointed to his own eyes,

"What do you think of the pair of eyes I made in Kyle Morhen? You should see for yourself, say, what can you see in there?"

"Shut up, Geralt, shut up!"

Her gaffe was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Geralt had had enough of decades of patience and repression.

He asked a question that was buried deep in his heart.

"You don't have to answer the previous question. But I have the most important question - why did you leave me in Kermorhan in the first place? Vesemir told me that there is no law of accident, and you owe him nothing. "

A teardrop clearly appeared on the white and blue cheek of the female doctor, like a pearl on the bright moon, which was extremely poignant and beautiful.

"Don't ask, Geralt, please," she replied softly, her voice as elusive as a cloud in the sky. "The answer can only hurt each other."

Yeah, I'm an unqualified mother who abandoned her own kids for whatever reason.

I deserve to be punished, I don't deserve forgiveness, and I shouldn't try to seek forgiveness.

"You know, I know a sorceress," Geralt continued on his own, the woman's understated tone made his heart bleed, "She's not yet ninety years old, but because of Mage Academy Eritu Sadam's rules, she can't have children. For the sake of the child, she is willing to give everything, hunt the green dragon, capture the Dijing... She almost died several times, but she still failed to do so."

"Child, shouldn't it be the gift of fate?" Geralt asked, "Why did you choose to abandon it in the first place?"

"I'm leaving, Geralt... The patients are still waiting for me. You take care." Visenna wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, put on her cape again, and tried to get over the witcher's body.

Geralt reached out and grabbed her arm.

As delicate and smooth as a young girl.

Visenna trembled even more, but she didn't struggle.

Instead, she shook her head away from looking at the witcher.

She was afraid to see a face full of resentment.

Geralt noticed tears rolling in her eyes.

"I often imagine... what questions should we ask you when we meet, and how will you behave? I thought I'd get revenge from it - no!"

"Visenna, you are willing to cry for me, that shows that you are not a ruthless mother, that shows that I still have a place in your heart."

The woman was pierced in front of her mind, and a slight roar came out of her throat.

yes.

There is no mother who does not love her child.

Especially for sorceresses who have a long life, in addition to family love, other things will eventually leave them, and in the end there is only loneliness.

She tried her best to treat the helpless, just to slightly fill the crack in her heart, the guilt that overflowed from countless lonely nights.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare to see each other.

When she was worried about doing so, she found that the other party had already died in a battle with monsters.

Because of himself, he bears the fate of the cursed witcher.

She doesn't deserve forgiveness.

She only has a trivial extravagance, and she knows in her heart that there may be a relative alive in this world, and she prays for him day and night.

"As for the reason I want, even if you don't say it. I can probably guess..." The witcher paused, and the dark cat pupils observed the woman's face.

If he doesn't finish his speech today, he is not sure if he will have a chance in the future!

"Did you give me to Vesemir because of my dead father Colin?"

Colin?

A figure of a strong man with golden hair, holding a long sword, appeared in front of Visenna.

At this moment, she was struck by lightning, her emerald green pupils dilated, and her slender body approached Geralt's arms a little weakly.

Geralt immediately hugged her, clumsily, like a boy trying to protect his mother.

He repeated what Roy had said at the beginning, and gave it to Visenna and to himself as consolation.

"Because Colin was dying when he saw a vision of a white-haired witcher slaughtering monsters, and the vision told him that his name was Geralt of Rivia. You loved him so much, so you thought it was fate..."

"From then on, you have decided the fate of the child who is still in the womb!"

"Witchers, sorcerers, druids, are born superstitious about fate. Because we know the power of fate."

The woman's lips moved, but she didn't refute this time, her body relaxed.

His cheeks were buried in his shoulders, and his leather jacket and shirt were wet with tears.

A weak posture that was punctured by all unbearable.

"Fate made you leave me, and let us meet again today."

Geralt got the answer from Visenna's tear-smeared face.

The hatred and complaints that had been buried in my heart for decades have dissipated at this moment.

"I thought I would be happy to see you sad and sad, but I feel sad."

"Just as I still consider you family."

"If you didn't have a touch of warmth for me in your heart, you wouldn't save me, you wouldn't come to see me, and you wouldn't endure my mean questioning."

"Thank you, Visenna..." The witcher said sincerely, watching the sobbing woman, his magnetic voice adding a touch of warmth, and his tense demeanor becoming relaxed, "You let me know that apart from Vesemir, brother and lover , there is a relative elsewhere, silently caring about me."

Geralt thought of several incidents he had intervened in the past, Princess Vizima who turned into a bloodthirsty monster due to a curse, and Nevelen who turned into a monster...

In this world, only love can solve curses, pain, and rifts between loved ones.

A smile appeared on Geralt's stiff cheeks, and a few drops of liquid slid down his cheeks into the corners of his mouth.

"I forgive you, Vissena."

"I forgive you!"

"Woooo..."

The suppressed crying was completely released.

Mother and son, who have been separated for decades, embrace each other.

The chipmunk who was eavesdropping in the corner flicked its tail and slipped out of the window quietly.