The Divine Hunter

nd harbingers of disaster.

Their prejudice against the witchers blinded them from seeing the reason Susie and Moore were following the witchers to Novigrad.

After their decision to move had spread throughout the village, many villagers came to dissuade them.
Susie and Moore did hesitate, but Roy managed to convince them.
He was a better decision maker than they were, and after what happened to Fletcher and Brandon, Roy was disappointed in the villagers.

Before his departure, Roy’s only friend, One-Eyed Jack, came to see him off, and he patted Roy’s head.
“Time flies.
You used to be a shy little lad, but now you’re one brave, persistent little brat.
I knew you’d leave this shithole of a place sooner or later.
Ah, the light in your eyes reminds me of my younger days.
I can see them speaking of ambition and secrets untold.”

Really? Roy didn’t think he was ambitious.
He only wanted a bit of adventure.

“You ain’t coming back after this, are you? I would’ve gone with you, but this bag o’ bones can’t take any more hits.
Oh, right, since you avenged my dead drinking buddy, here’s a farewell gift.”

One-Eyed Jack handed a thirty five card Gwent deck to Roy reluctantly.
“This is my prized possession —  the Skellige deck.
No hero cards in here, but all the rare cards are present.
Take it with you, and show your skills to the world.
I wish you the best.
Those cities always have Gwent competitions going on, so go forth and conquer, kid.”

Roy took the deck solemnly and placed it near his heart, then sent it into his inventory space.
This whole deck is worth two hundred crowns, easy.
Jack gave me one expensive gift.

“When you get to Novigrad, if you have the time, pay a visit to Number 320 on the east side of the river.
If you see an old git named Frank, tell him I said hi.”

After relaying his request, Jack gave Roy a hug that almost crushed the boy’s ribs, and waved him goodbye.

***

As the white smoke over Kaer grew farther and farther, something stirred within Roy.
Half of the soul within the body belonged to a boy who’d lived his entire life in that village.
He was reluctant to leave, but that reluctance was swept away by the longing for a new adventure.

Moore and Susie had hugged Roy for a long time before bidding him a tearful goodbye.

Serrit and Auckes led them to the carriage, and they traveled north of Lower Posada, their first stop being the capital of Aedirn, Vengerberg.
There, they would switch carriages and travel west, entering Redania through Temeria, and finally, reaching Novigrad.
They could only do so by carriage, and it would take a month for them to reach their destination.

On the other hand, Letho and Roy were in casual attire, and they hopped onto a horse.
Letho would take Roy with him, for the boy knew nothing about horse riding.
They traveled west to the sea, zipping through Aldersberg and passing the Mahakam mountain range on the way.
The pair’s destination was the kingdom an ocean away from the Skellige Isles: Cintra.

They’d lied to Susie and Moore.
The pair wouldn’t visit Novigrad for the time being.
Letho told Roy he’d need to collect the special herbs and mutagens needed for the Trial of the Grasses along the way.
At the same time, he would mentor Roy and put him through tests.
Letho himself would be going to conduct an investigation in Cintra.
Once Susie and Moore were settled down, Auckes and Serrit would rendezvous with them there. 

This trip is just what I need, Roy thought.

“Since we’re in 1260, the Lion Cub of Cintra, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon should be around eight or nine years old.
She’s betrothed to Kistrin, the prince of Verden by now.” 

I wonder if Ciri’s left home on her own yet.
Roy wanted to see if Ciri was as unappealing as the paintings depicted her to be.

*** 

Join our discord for updates on releases!

***