The Divine Hunter

n assuage beasts and plants, or they can command them to attack their enemies.

Regeneration Level 7: Costs Mana.
Heals up to regular wounds.

Elementalist Level 5: Especially powerful druids can communicate with nature itself and control the weather.
They can create rain, stop storms, raise hails, and strike their enemies with lightning.

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“You are a druid?”

“Yes.
I am Queen Calanthe’s consultant and a member of Skellige Isles’ druids’ circle.”

“I see.”

Druids could control magic as well, but their community wasn’t called a brotherhood.
Instead, they called it the druids’ circle.
They worshipped nature and loved life.
Druids had powerful healing spells and would heal ailing people all over the world.
In that respect, they shared the same beliefs as the believers of Melitele, and they respected each other.

Druids could connect with plants and animals as well.
Some of the more powerful ones could control the weather and keep the balance between humans and nature.
Druids were, in terms of alignment, neutral good.
They were knowledgeable and powerful, and they would show no mercy to poachers and those who cut down forests too much.

Roy knew a famous sorcerer called Vilgefortz who used to train under a druid when he was a child before he switched to the side of sorcerers.
Thanks to his training, he was more durable than most sorcerers, and he could handle himself well in close combat.

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Mousesack nodded, and he turned his attention to Geralt.
“Have you made your decision, Geralt? Will you return to Cintra with us?”

“I…” Geralt looked at the girl, who was staring at him expectantly.
“I need to return to Brugge.”

“Fine.” Mousesack came to a decision as well.
“Take Ciri with you.
I’ll handle Queen Calanthe for the time being.”

“Are you mad?”

“I believe in Destiny and the Law of Surprise.
They are a part of the laws of nature.” He stared straight at Geralt.
“The sword of Destiny—”

“Has two blades! Enough.
Then I shall break the blade!” Geralt seemed frustrated, as if he were trying to reject something.

“No, you do not understand.
Your fate has intertwined with Ciri’s twice now.
Don’t argue.
I know it very well.
The first time was when Ciri was born.
You came to Cintra that time, and you held her in your arms.
The second time was after Ciri’s return from Skellige.” Mousesack rubbed Ciri’s cheeks, assuaging her.
“Ciri’s parents had just passed away.
You came to see her, but you did not take her away because the queen begged you not to.”

“Geralt.
So you came to see me before? Why didn’t you take me with you then?” Ciri was still young.
She thought living the life of a drifter with a witcher was more interesting than being locked up in a castle.

“Stop it, Mousesack.”

The druid ignored him.
“You abandoned her two times, and yet Destiny stubbornly sent her to you again.
To Brokilon, where dangers awaited her.
Ciri must have had the shock of her life.
With how Destiny has worked so far, if you’re still going to abandon her this time, White Wolf, then she shall come across a far greater danger the next time.”

“That is nonsense!” Geralt shot up.
“I do not believe in such superstition.”

“No, Geralt.
You know about the Law of Surprise.
More than anyone else.
You know what I speak of is the truth.”

“What do you want me to do? An old, tired, injured man taking a girl who’s also a princess on to live the life of a tramp? No matter how you put it, it’s a recipe for disaster.
And the Wolf School never takes female disciples.”

He turned around and held the druid’s grey horse by the reins.
“I have to leave now.”

“Please, Geralt.
Don’t go.
Stay.” Ciri came up to Geralt and held his pants.
She looked sad.

Destiny was a funny thing.
It hadn’t been a week since she met Geralt, but Ciri was already feeling a surge of affection for the big softie.
She could feel that Geralt truly cared for her, but he wasn’t great at expressing himself.

Roy sighed. Wow, the White Wolf can get really sentimental and pessimistic. Roy was frustrated about Geralt’s indecisive attitude. He really needs to be more decisive.

“Geralt, you’re a pessimist, through and through.
What are you scared of? Why do you keep running away? You should be braver when it comes to things like these.
No matter if it’s Ciri or that witch.”

“What else do you know about that, Roy?” Geralt was surprised.
He didn’t remember telling Roy about Yennefer.

“Not important.
Your attitude is disappointing.” Roy held down Ciri’s shoulders, and the girl cried in his arms.
“Come with me, Geralt.
To Cintra.”

“Are you trying to persuade me as well, witcher of the Viper School?” Geralt stared at the young witcher, his eyes bloodshot.

“No.
I will not force Ciri on you.
I am inviting you on behalf of the Viper School.
Come with me to Cintra.
There are three other witchers there who are waiting for you.
There aren’t many witchers left now.
It’s not every day we get to meet.
I think we should sit down and share a cup of liquor.
We can talk about Gorthur Gvaed and Kaer Morhen.
You guys will have a lot to talk about.”

“They are witchers as well?”

Ciri took the chance to hold the White Wolf’s arm and swung it cutely, the plea in her eyes obvious.

Geralt had a long struggle with himself.
In the end, he relented.
The White Wolf sighed, and he shook Roy’s hand.