Chapter 49: Episode 47

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A/N: God-Damn, I’m on a fucking roll. I finished my Essay, did my verbal report wonderfully last Friday, and now I wrote like 4K words in a night? Have I perhaps unknowingly Ascended to Godhood?!

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“We have waited long to escape. ‘Till we could make Kovir will take us, ‘till we could acquire the ships, ‘till we could find a captain whom we could trust–”

Triss spoke, confidence oozing out of her frail frame as the Mages below watched in anticipation and nervousness. Next to her stood Ciri, the Witcheress was being the textbook example of a bodyguard with swords held securely in her hands. As for me? I was… There, I supposed. I was looking at my reflection to be exact. When I was younger, I had always thought ashen-white hair looked cool. Then, I got older, and everything changed.

“We’ve waited long enough. There’s no more time for hesitation. We must leave Novigrad today.” Triss continued fearlessly.

I loved my black hair, especially in a Universe like Nasu, where every single character had colorful, eyes-catching hair, that dull black color made me stand out in a literal sea of red, blonde, blue...etc. It was one of the few things that announced my uniqueness to the World. I had never thought too much about it, yet now that it was gone, replaced by Ciri’s ashen-white, I felt nostalgic. A sense of loss that ran deep inside my being.

“This is madness! Hunters stand on every corner.” A Mage– A Sorceress shouted back. “So we’ll get to the port through the sewers. Leonis and Ciri here will clear the path for us.”

The fiery Sorceress announced, yet the damages were done. A mere sentence and their excitement, which was like a raging fire previously was seemingly doused in water. Another began as Ciri frowned. Even Triss was being affected, I could tell, albeit not quite as much as the rest. “They’ll catch us anyway, you’ll see. They’ll catch us, and kill us.”

Sensing discontent and despair slowly taking place, I decided to jump in, eyebrows raised as I spoke evenly. “No, they will not. Not as long as I am here. But, even if that’s the case, even if the worst case scenario were to happen and we fucking failed, which again is impossible, what have you got to lose? What do you propose then? We wait until Radovid and his band of rabid dogs find us and put our loved ones on pyres for conspiring with witches?”

I swept my gaze past the group of dozens or so Mages. “Not all Mages are infertile, some of you here are mothers, fathers. You owe your children this. You owe it to them to at least try, and should you fail, so what? At least when the life flickers from your cold corpses, you can confidently tell yourself you’ve tried to make the best out of an awful situation.”

I paused, letting the words sink in.

“Radovid will not stop, and neither will the Eternal Flame–” I threw my hands up, a smirk plastered on my lips. “If we’re going to die anyway, the least we can do is make killing us that much harder for the cunts, to die fighting–!”

I shouted. “– Rather than kneeling, begging for mercy! Would you not agree?! You, Triss, and even I… We all owe that to our brothers and sisters who have lost their lives to the peasants’ stupidity and Radovid’s madness and paranoia.”

Granted, he did have a good reason to be paranoid, what with the Lodge of Sorceresses assassinating Kings left, right and center just a few years ago.

I stared at them as my gaze hardened, while Triss and Ciri nodded supportively towards me. “My name’s Leonis Magnum, and I’m decades younger than you all… if I’m not afraid, why are you?!”

My speech, taken from several anime and movies, spliced together was super effective. I was right, after all. What did they still have to lose at this point? If they stayed, they could at most prolong their sufferings, hiding like rats and living in constant fear that one day the Temple Guards and the Hunters might break down their doors and drag them through the streets like chained animals. If they chose to come with us, they might not survive still, but at the very least, they would die with their dignity unsullied.

They would die as free men and women.

Triss sent me a grateful, if slightly anxious bob of her head, to which I merely winked in response.

“Ye- Yeah! The cocky brat’s right!” Brat? Cocky?! Excuse me, do you want to die you damned hag? “What do we have to lose anymore? What are we afraid of?!”

More and more voices started to rise as the two Mages who spoke out of turn prior cowered under their fellows’ resentful glares. “Miss Merigold has given us an opportunity! An opportunity to be saved, and you’re trying to sow fears and discord! You’re spatting on her kindness! Why? Are you Radovid’s dogs too?!”

A Sorcerer growled, glaring at the two. This had gone on long enough… “Enough! Now’s not the time to place blame on each other, if we are all to survive this, we must unite. A lone Mage is weak, but a dozen, a hundred is strong. Go! Spread the words! We’ll wait here until dusk, bring your friends, your children! Today’s the day we flee Novigrad–”

I stopped, head held high. “But we will not be gone forever! We’ll survive, we’ll consolidate our powers, so that one day we can make The Eternal Flame zealots pay for their transgressions! They’ll pay for the deaths of our brothers and sisters!”

The crowd of Mages screamed as I stepped down from the makeshift platform. Ciri smiled nervously, a bit disturbed at my last few sentences, but she realized it was a necessity. Hope’s weak, anger and hatred? Not so much. The promise of being able to retaliate, to take back everything the Mages had lost, and give the Eternal Flame a taste of their own medicine were more than enough to rile the Mages up. Whatever shadows of fears and apprehension that plagued their hearts were gone, replaced by a burning hatred and righteous anger.

It didn’t take long for the crowd to disperse, and once they were gone, the three of us– Triss, Ciri and I went into the storage unit to discuss what our next course of actions should be. “Is it wise? To incite them like that?”

Ciri questioned as Triss frowned, seemingly in agreement with the Witcheress. “Goodwill, hopes and dreams are weak. They can shatter at the slightest touch… But anger and hatred are not. At the moment, we do not need scared refugees, that will not save us. What we need are soldiers, those unafraid and willing to die for a greater cause. Beside, the Eternal Flame zealots are racist cunts who are trying to kill us, it’s only fair we get to do the same to them, is it not?”

… Triss sighed. “I’m afraid how this will affect our image later on. Us Mages have it hard as it is.”

“You don’t have to worry–” I snorted. “It’s not like public assessment of Mages can get any worse than it already is. In fact, if the Mages had fought back from the beginning, I’m certain the situation wouldn’t have escalated so much.”

“Why do you say so?” Ciri titled her head, arms still crossed under her chest. I rolled my eyes, it’s basic psychology. “People are sheep, they follow those with the loudest voices and can get quite rowdy once incited, but that doesn’t change the fact they are cowardly bullies who will take a mile if you allow them an inch. Once they realize Mages are not and can not be messed with, that we will push back when shoved, the Eternal Flame will slowly lose its appeal.”

I stretched my arms, continuing. “Beside, why do we have to be afraid of them? They have rakes and sickles, we have Reality-bending abilities. United, no army can hope to destroy or shut down a country, or even a small settlement of Mages.”

Unless, of course, they had nukes. But given the technological level portrayed by the Witcher-Verse, they were at least six to seven centuries away from that point. And even then, it’s not like Mages would stay the same forever. New Spells would be developed, schools built, potions made, Rituals created. If pointed and guided well, a society of Magic-Wielders were practically an unstoppable force of nature.

“I hope you’re right, otherwise…” Triss mumbled as I patted her hands. “These Mages look up to you, guide them, promote education and Spell-Crafting and you’ll never have to fear madmen like Radovid ever again.”

I wasn’t just being kind to get into her pants either. Triss alone was a small nuke– One who could fucking teleport and be used over and over and over again. Imagine what a hundred, a thousand, or Gods-forbid, a million of Mages similar to her could accomplish? Nobody, and I meant no one in their right minds would be dumb enough to challenge or attack them, unless they were fucking suicidal. In fact, if not to halt the regression of Magecraft, Earth would be ruled by Mages. This was not a thought or a theory, it’s an undeniable fact.

“What do we do now?” Ciri asked, leaning against the stack of barrels.

I smiled. “Now Princess, we wait for them to arrive. Then, we’ll take to the sewers, slay the monsters that live there and go on our merry way to the port. Speaking of which, we should probably take turns watching the streets. I’m not saying the Mages will betray us, but humans can get real dumb when they’re under stress, or their lives are in peril. I’ll take the first watch, that way I can get some rest in before.”

I waved at them and disappeared in a burst of speed, leaving the two to converse with each other. ‘I’m sure they have a lot to speak about.’

Sure enough, I was correct. As I climbed to the building’s top, I could see several groups in Hunter garments prowl the streets. They were patiently waiting, likely hoping they could catch all of us in one fell-swoop. It’s not a bad plan by any stretch of the imagination, it’s a shame they had encountered me. I dropped behind the first group soundlessly, snatching a Witch Hunter’s sword left unattended on the barrel. I poked lightly at his back, chuckling in amusement as my presence was made known.

Their heads snapped towards me, just quick enough for their brains to register my appearance before the blade, enhanced by [Mana Burst], decapitated the entire group. With these gone, I made for the roofs again, tracking the others who were still unaware I had noticed them. ‘The Hunters have become the Preys… And they don’t even know it yet.’

I forced down a crazed giggle as I utterly butchered another group. The best thing about Novigrad wasn’t the sight, neither was it the services provided, it was the complete lack of empathy and care. Controlled and ruled by the Crime-Lords, the locals were used to keeping silent when they witnessed corpses and murders. My actions hadn’t gone unnoticed, yet facing me– A Mage who made quick work of trained Witch Hunters like they were children, the locals were more than happy to pretend they had gone temporarily blind.

Obviously, I didn’t let them lose out, throwing out pouches of Nilfgaardian coins left and right as I pressed a finger to my lips, silently telling them to keep their mouths shut and they, as expected, obediently obeyed.

The last group of Witch Hunters I ambushed was made up of twelve– The largest group so, with a gender ratio of one female to three males. I didn’t waste any time killing them, even the women. What? If they didn’t want to be killed, they shouldn’t have joined the Witch Hunters in the first place. So I hacked, and slicked, and cut until I reached the last one. The girl, for that’s what she was, a girl barely in her late teens, clumsily brought up her blade to block.

It would have been so easy to bypass her defense, yet I did not, for I recognized her.

That messy, short brown hair. A mousy face that reminded me of the hag Phillip Strenger had taken as a wife, and the scowl that was a constant for her throughout Wild Hunt.

I paused, barely managing to arrest my momentum. “Does the name Phillip Strenger ring any bell?”

The girl, after swallowing her anxiousness, replied. “Yes, he’s my…”

“Your father–” I chuckled. What a small World this turned out to be. “Your mother– Anna’s back, she’s safe and sound. Return to Crow’s Perch, they’re both waiting for you.”

The girl scowled. “Is that why you attacked us, to target me?! How much did my father pay you to be his dog? Answer me, you monster!”

“Firstly, don’t be so conceited. I’m here to help the Mages and innocent herbalists you bunch are murdering, albeit for a price.” Which was the trust and affection of Triss Merigold. I snorted, glancing at Tamara as she got to her feet. “Secondly, don’t take that tone with me, young lady. You’d be in pieces like your friends if not for Phillip. In fact, the only reason why you’re still breathing is because of him, have some fucking gratitude to the man who raised you, you senseless child.”

She glared, biting her lower lip while I continued to scold. “Third, I’m not the one going around murdering innocents and burning them alive. You Witch Hunters are no better than the very monsters you claim us Mages are…” I snatched her blade as she raised it towards me and pressed with my thumb. Its tang shattered, sending sharp fragments flying everywhere. “Return to Crow’s Perch–

I loomed over her, dropping the broken hilt. “If I ever see you hanging with the Witch Hunters again, I might not kill you, but you can bet your ass I’m gonna break every single one of your limbs and drag you back to your parents. This is not a threat, it’s a promise. I might like your old man, but that like does not extend to a racist murderer like you. Have I made myself clear?”

I flared my Mana.

Heartbeats sounded.

Mournful wails of Vengeful Spirits heard.

The blade was drawn, and suddenly her head separated from her body.

The last thing she would see was the clear, indifferent eyes of her murderer.

The young Sorcerer whose silver-blade still glimmered, unstained by her blood.

Tamara screamed, hands reaching to her neck to feel for something, only to find nothing out of the ordinary as she clutched her own throat. I titled my head, what was this stupid girl doing? My questioned remained unvoiced as I waited patiently for her answer. Finally, after having clenched and grinded her teeth together so hard I feared they might crack, the tomboy daughter of the famed Bloody Baron croaked timidly, arms covering her neck and chest. “Crystal, sir.”

‘… What just happened? No seriously, what the actual fuck just happened? Why is she so respectful all of a sudden?’ I scratched my chin, visibly confused by Tamara’s reaction as I stared suspiciously at her. Urrgghh, whatever. ‘Just ignore it, bitches be crazy sometimes.’

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“Good, now beat it then. I have more important things to worry about.” Un-fucking-believable. I knew everyone got that one weirdass, rebellious phase. But, joining a bunch of religious zealots to burn people alive? That shit was a first, even for me and I was running from home on a monthly basis as a teenager. Don’t ask, it’s a black-mark on my past I’d rather leave forever unexplored. “What are you still waiting for, you stupid girl? GO! Leave before the Mages return and lynch you, I’m not gonna stop them!”

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

Dusk came soon, and with it, hundreds of other Mages and herbalists, all carrying luggage of some kinds, though I had noticed most simply brought small pouches with them. Some were as young as five years-old, clumsily following their respective parents and guardians, a majority were much older with bushy, unkempt beard covering all the way from their chins to necks for the men. ‘These guys bring a whole new meaning to the term neckbeard… Gross.’

The women had managed to keep themselves somewhat youthful with potions, but the signs of aging and stress were clear on their skins. I took in the sight, turning to Triss. “Ciri and I will clear the sewers first. I’ve killed the Witch Hunters who were snooping around the area, but I doubt they will just stop, can you–”

“I’ll stay behind to protect and guide them. Here, use these–” She handed Ciri and I a stack of what appeared to be flares. Still, from the radiating Mana, they surely couldn’t be normal flares. “– Once you’re sure the paths ahead are safe to pass. Destroy their exteriors and a wave of magic will be sent to notify me.”

“Understood.” – “Got it.” Ciri and I echoed as we made for the sewer tunnels. Unlike in the game, where the tunnels were well-lit by rows of torches, the actual tunnels reeked to high heavens, the walls damp and stained with all sort of wastes, shits and piss. What’s worse was the disgusting stench of Water Hags and Drowners. I hated Drowners, I hated the motherfuckers so much I tried my best to avoid them.

They were numerous, their skins coated under a layer of slimes, and they had this uncanny obsession with throwing themselves at their foes jaws-first. They were a pain in Wild Hunt, and they were an even bigger pain to deal with in Real Life. We barely went twenty feet into the tunnel when we encountered a batch of the green-tinged, blue-fucks. The easiest method to dispatch of these monsters would be to use [Time Phantoms]. We’d be done with them in no time.

Unfortunately, gaining the Elder Blood meant I was essentially a beacon for Eredin and the Wild Hunt. Thus, until the Mages and Ciri were safe and sound on the ships to Kovir, Temporal and Spatial-related Spells were out if the question. But, that did not mean I couldn’t deal with them, while [Ansuz] lightning and fire were rendered ineffective in this environment, [Mana Burst] was not. I straightened my hand, and with a decisive slash, the Drowners were soon bisected from the waists.

Ciri hadn’t even drawn her blades yet…

The Witcheress clicked her tongue in irritation, complaining. “Don’t hog them all to yourself, leave some for me too.”

I shrugged, a cheeky smile pulling on my lips as I taunted. “You’ll have to be quicker if you want to join in on the fun, your Royal Highness. But–”

I patted her hands. “I’ll leave the rest to you if you want, never been a big fan of Drowners and Hags anyway.”

The slimes on their skins made it hard to kill the monsters with bladed weaponry, and I could, could waste my Mana on [Finn Cannon] and [Mana Burst], but I shouldn’t. Not if I planned to call the Wild Hunt to Novigrad… The thought brought a smile to my lips. I had a plan, I couldn’t stay in the Witcher-Verse until the last mission, so I could only try and fasten the future events. In the game, Eredin would have an epic face-off with Geralt, which ended with him eventually being slain by the Witcher.

While Radovid, depending your playthrough, would either survive to take over the Northern Kingdoms or die from an attack orchestrated by Geralt and his… Acquaintances.

Now, what would happen if two uncompromising forces met each other, I knew not, but I could tell you I was practically jumping with excitement at the thoughts. The spectacle that’d follow as a consequence of my actions would certainly be marvelous.

The Eternal Flame’s insanity and Radovid’s ambitions, nipped in the buds.

The oh-so feared Wild Hunt, broken.

While all I had to do was sit still, watch the event unfold and slay the surviving force. It’s a much, much better plan than attempting to kill them all.

After all, regardless of how powerful I had become, I was merely one man. It’d be quite a hassle to fight off entire armies on my own, but if they had been weakened from battling each other– ‘Heee… Hehehe.’

Novigrad would suffer, that’s for certain.

Still, it’s not like this city could be any more of a shithole.

Ciri and I set off further. Occasionally, we would smash one of the flares to notify Triss and the Mages, once we had made sure all hostiles had been appropriately dealt with. The tunnels were longer than portrayed in the game, but it did not take too long for us to reach the port, mostly due to how efficient Ciri and I were. We made a good pair of Witchers, I must admit.

The second we exited the tunnels, I took in large gulps of fresh, breathable air. “Fucking finally! I thought I was going to suffocate in those damned tunnels…”

“It’s not that bad.” The Witcheress giggled, sheathing her blades. I sorted, replying condescendingly “Ciri, it is that bad, you’re just used to the stench.”

I summoned a wave of water with [Ansuz] to quickly wash off the filth and ordered the Bounded Field. “Open sesame.”

Entire section of Space-Time seemed to… Slide off from the ocean as five gigantic sea-faring vessels emerged from the depth, rising to the surface like the Black Pearl did in Pirates of the Caribbean. On their bellies, Runes shone with ambient lights, expelling the water from within until at last, the ships shook and wobbled unsteadily. “That’s– Incredible.”

Ciri gapped, staring intensely at the vessels, seemingly speechless at the breath-taking sight. I couldn’t blame her, I was captivated by it too. I did not expect their emergence to be so cool. Arms crossed, I exclaimed. “I know, what a fucking sight to behold…”

We stood, awaiting the Mages’ arrival. Everything was in place, we simply needed to help them up the ships and sail to Kovir. “Hey Ciri…”

“What is it?” The Witcheress turned to me. “This is where we part ways, I’m not gonna go with you guys to Kovir.”

“What?!” She shouted, a frown marring her beautiful, Elven-features. “I have… Things to do. I owe someone a debt, someone powerful, and he… Well, he has recently called it in. I can’t leave the mainland, not yet.”

I pulled out two gems, both glimmering with colorful lights. Did you know one of the Magecraft the Tohsaka specialized in was the transmission of information and long distances communication? Yeah, I wasn’t aware at all, not until Rin had given me permission to read through some of her ancestors’ books. It was rather un-Magus-like of her to do so, but with the growing popularity of cellphones, the little tsundere couldn’t be bothered to learn it.

Obviously, I took it up. It did not require much knowledge into the inner-workings of Jewelcraft, and it had seemed useful at the time. I was in the process of making one for Gil, Shiro and Rin each, but I couldn’t figure out how to make the transmission function properly without a beacon or satellite to enlarge their ranges. A problem which was easily solved by adding a touch of the Elder Blood into the creation of the gems.

“If you or Triss ever need help, infuse your Mana into the gems and call out my name. We’ll be able to communicate with each other.” She took the gems, studying them carefully. “So it’s a megascope?”

“Sort of, but not quite. It can only transmit sounds and it won’t connect to any other communication device.” I explained, glancing at the port where lights could be seen approaching us. I had discovered the Witch Hunters for a few minutes now, but they were too far away so I hadn’t cared, but… “Ciri, get on and guard the ships. I’ll handle those guys.”

“But–!” She made to protest, only to be silenced by my fingers pressing against her lips. “Listen to me, Princess. You’ve seen what I can do, Witch Hunters pose little threat to me. Even an army of thousands can manage to be an inconvenience at best.”

I winked, jogging towards the lights as I waved at her. Just then, Triss and the Mages exited the sewers, looking at the ships in fascination. I saw Ciri explain the situation to Triss, I saw the fiery Sorceress glance at me worriedly, I could tell she half-wanted to pull me back on the ship, yet she also understood someone must stop the Witch Hunters until all the Mages could get aboard. Thus, in order to alleviate her worry, I screamed back. “I’ll be fine, help the Mages up the ships!”

Triss bit her lips, eyes widening as a bolt shot towards me, only to let out a sigh of relief as I batted the offending object away. “I- Don’t die, Leonis!”

I gave them one last reassuring wave, before facing the Witch Hunters… Only, there weren’t just Witch Hunters, Radovid’s soldiers and the Temple Guards, dressed in gaudy white and red accented with gold-linings, were there as well.

“Give up, you’re surrounded, Hellspawn!” The priest roared venomously at me, his voice thick with righteous anger. One of the leading Hunters spoke, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hunters! Go, slay those heretics, you’ll be rewarded handsomely for your troubles!” I cracked my neck, smiled and then blinked next to him. He didn’t even realize he had been killed, hand still grasping his ornamented sword heroically. “And… Dead.”

His head slid off his neck, rolling near the feet of his subordinates.

[Skill: Temporal-Spatial Blink(Active) – Veteran: 20/25]

The Elder Blood made Temporal-Spatial Spells and Magecraft practically instinctual for me. Even Spells I had created prior to the Trials were upgraded beyond their limits. It’s like a cheat. Still, for all the cool Temporal Spells I could do, my favorite was actually a Spatial instead. I made a grabbing motion, and the Space where the priest and his cohorts stood began to shrink.

[Skill: Spatial Shrink(Active) – Novice: 7/15]

The ground, the air, even the people shrank down to microscopic size, floating into my awaiting palm. I smirked as I watched the priests trembled fearfully, falling to their knees to beg for the mercy of their God, which again, was fucking fire. “Don’t bother praying, your God doesn't exist, he is not listening. There’s only me and unfortunately for you all–"

I grinned, clutching my fist as the twelve priests went splat. “I'm fresh out of mercy.”

“What the fuck?!” What the fuck indeed, random Witch Hunter.

I wiped the blood onto my shirt, staring disinterestedly at the groups of gapping Witch Hunters, Temple Guards and Radonian Soldiers. There must be a few hundreds of them, the streets were packed tight. “Ladies and gentlemen–”

I threw my arms to the sides invitingly, as though I was giving greeting to an old friend. “– Shall we begin?”

I giant storm of cyan Mana raged as I laughed, my voice twisted demonically thanks to the distorting Space-Time, layered by the voices of my Alternate-selves. “Eredin, you knife-eared fuck! Come and face me!”

——◇  [Fate: DML] ◇——

Inside a beautifully-built castle, the feared King of the Wild Hunt, dressed in black, skeletal armor looked on disinterestedly at his subjects. “Have you found any trace of Zireael?”

“Your Majesty, we’re trying, but the Child has been careful with her use of the Elder Blood. The last trace of her we can find is in the Cursed Three’s place, but when we get there, two of them have already been slain.” Imlerith– A giant of an Elf answered, horned helmet clutched to his side, his baleful amber eyes, emotionless and indifferent, gazed straight through his King. “We’re still searching for her.”

“How’s it that an entire army fails to locate one girl?” Eredin croaked, his voice dark and thick with something monstrous, yet his tone remained completely neutral, almost as if he was simply addressing the weather. “Your Majesty, we–?!”

Imlerith did not get to finish his sentence before another voice, younger and, distorted as it was, clearly male echoed in the throne room. Accompanied it was a burst of the signature Magical Energy only the Children of the Elder Blood would possess. “Eredin, you knife-eared fuck! Come and face me!”

The King of the Wild Hunt looked up, gaze as cold as ever, muttering. “I was not aware another of the Elder Blood has been born… How did you miss this?”

He asked the Elven general, receiving naught but silence. “I shalt not pursue this matter any longer, summon the Red Riders, we can not let this one slip past our grasp like we have Zireael.”

Imlerith bowed one last time, then began to bark orders at the surrounding Riders. Eredin closed his eyes, this child was male, he was not quite as important as the Swallow was to the self-made King… Still, having another Child of the Elder Blood to dissect and potentially introduce the potent bloodline back into the Elves could prove useful. For the first time since his ascension to the throne, the King of the Wild Hunt smirked. “Let’s see if you’re worth my time, lowly half-blood.”

 

 

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