When Calanthe dripped her blood into the bonfire in the center of the palace, the flames suddenly rose more than five feet.
Then, the people standing by the bonfire saw a blurry scene in the fire.
They couldn't see the faces of the people, but the scenery around the people was familiar. The Cintra Palace, the streets, the slums, and even the Skellig Archipelago, the sea, the storm … Several shadows were entangled, and the scene was gloomy, as if it was a world of death and decay.
"She's dead, her soul —"
Before the red-robed woman finished her words, the bonfire suddenly shone with a golden light, and an eye that could fill the whole world seemed to condense in the flame. Everyone near the bonfire felt their hearts, souls, and bodies become incomparably heavy. They couldn't help but kneel on the ground, sweating and in a trance.
The golden light disappeared as soon as it was released, and all the images in the fire disappeared.
"What was that?" The old Druid stood up shakily, but then fell to the ground with a plop.
He was shocked to find that his physical strength, magic power, and spiritual power were all gone, as if they had evaporated in the golden light.
"That's where Pavetta's soul went after she died." Melisandre's clothes were soaked with sweat, and her voice was hoarse. "I knew she was strong, but there was only one eye left in the past — Alas!"
"Who?" Geralt was also weak and almost couldn't stand.
The red-robed woman shook her head silently.
"Where did my daughter's soul go?" Calanthe struggled to get up from the floor.
"Maybe she went to heaven, maybe she returned to the world of death, maybe she had another destination. I don't know, but I'm sure she's really dead.
You all saw that before the golden light appeared, the world where the shadow in the fire was was dark and oppressive. That was the land of death. "
Calanthe closed her eyes to hide the pain in her eyes, but the slits in her eyes couldn't stop the tears from falling.
She turned sideways to prevent others from seeing her weakness, and quickly wiped away the salty water that had slipped to her lips. She asked in a low voice, "What's the golden light?"
"It's the Light of Redemption. A great god took her away from the cold and gloomy Kingdom of the Dead," Melisandre said.
"Which god?" Calanthe asked.
Aunt May rolled her eyes and said, "It could be Meitley. Didn't Pavetta believe in Meitley when she was alive? With Her Highness' character, it's very reasonable for her to be saved by the god of her faith! "
Meitley was the "Seven Gods" of this world. There were only three females, one old, one middle-aged, and one young.
Calanthe could not find a flaw in the red-robed woman's words. Her daughter had never done anything evil. After her bloodline awakened, she had been working hard to save people and protect the country. It would be unreasonable if Meritley did not save her.
Knowing that her daughter had found a good home, the Cintra Lioness felt much better.
"Based on the previous images, it seems that I can't find the cause of my daughter's death," she said with a frown.
"Prophecies have always been random and vague. If it were a hundred years ago, I might have confidently explained the meaning of the prophecy to you, but …"
After a pause, Melisandre smiled bitterly and said, "I can only guide the person involved to observe for himself. I dare not give a direct answer."
Calanthe looked at the court mage, hoping that he could give an answer to the prophecy.
The druid frowned and said, "I saw a few figures entangled together. Maybe the princess and Tony hugged each other, facing the storm of death helplessly and calmly?"
Calanthe's eyes lit up. She took Aunt May's hand and said eagerly, "Tony doesn't seem to believe in Meitley. His soul should still be in the land of death. Can you summon his soul?"
"I'm making a prophecy, not summoning the undead."
"We can always get some information, right?" Calanthe insisted.
Aunt May nodded. "Let me see Princess Ciri and use her aura to search for her father's life trace."
"You," Calanthe pointed at the demon hunter. "Get out!"
Geralt opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw the determination in Calanthe's eyes, he sighed helplessly and turned to leave silently.
"It's not a big deal to let him see her, right?" Aunt May felt a little indignant for her lover.
"No, once they meet, their fates will be linked, just like Tony and Pavetta," Calanthe said firmly.
"The demon hunter will only take Ciri as an adopted daughter, not like Tony," Aunt May said.
"Madam Melisandre, do you know that Geralt is the Child of Accident?" Calanthe asked.
"Is that so? What a coincidence. "Aunt May did not realize the seriousness of the problem.
"He became a demon hunter because of the fate arranged by the Law of Accident. I don't want Ciri to be like him, wandering around, alone and helpless.
My granddaughter will be the queen, get married and have children. She will have both happiness and longevity, and have many children and grandchildren! "
"This …" The red-robed woman was stunned. "You think too much, don't you?"
"It's about Ciri's future. I'd rather think too much."
Melisandre was speechless.
About ten minutes later, the king of Isythre came over with a seven or eight-year-old little girl in his arms. She had very two-dimensional gray fluffy hair, a round, chubby face, and a shy, timid face. She was very lovable.
"She …" Melisandre was stunned the moment she saw Ciri, as if countless images flashed through her mind.
"Madam Melisandre?" The old druid nudged her.
"Is there a problem?" Calanthe was puzzled.
"The power of fate in her body is too … stronger than Geralt's." The red-robed woman's gaze still did not leave the little girl.
Calanthe rolled her eyes and said disapprovingly, "How can a mere demon hunter compare to the future Queen of Cintra?"
"No, Geralt … Forget it, Princess Ciri, look at the fire."
"Don't we need blood?" The druid was puzzled.
"No, the power of fate in her body is too strong." The red-robed woman shook her head.
With the experience from last time, everyone consciously moved closer to the bonfire and stuck their eyeballs to the flames …
The palace of Cintra, the sea, the archipelago, the ship, the storm — "Who, who dares to spy on our king?"
The images stopped abruptly. Bright starlight shone through the fire, followed by an angry roar.
"Ahhh —" Aunt May groaned, two red lines flowing down her nostrils. Everyone was shocked and took a few steps back.
"I was careless. I was completely unprepared! I thought Tony was dead. I didn't expect that not only did he not die, but he also has a sorcerer who is proficient in astrology. "The red-robed woman's expression was unpleasant.
"My father is not dead?" Ciri was surprised.
"Tony is not dead …" Calanthe and Isythre looked at each other, their expressions were unpleasant.
"Are you sure?" The old druid's voice trembled.
The red-robed woman glanced at him and said lightly, "Unless Princess Ciri is the child of Pavetta and another man. Otherwise, as you can see, the images are colorful and not a land of death. The sorcerer on the other side also said that our king is not the late king. "
"Our king …" Calanthe thought carefully. "Tony is the king?"
"Tony said that he is the prince of Metchet," Isythre said.
Metchet was a remote principality smaller than a booger. It was very far from Cintra and could not even be found on the normal version of the map.
In the Westeros, it was probably similar to the "finger" of Uncle Finger's Five Finger Peninsula.
Before Aegon unified the Seven Kingdoms, the lords of the Seven Kingdoms often called themselves "kings."
"Princess Ciri, you went to the Skellige Archipelago with your parents. Why weren't you on the ship before you left?" Melisandre was puzzled.
"Pavetta sent her off the ship," Calanthe said.
"That doesn't make sense. The princess and her husband were preparing to return to Cintra. It doesn't make sense for them to leave their daughter on the island."
"Maybe Pavetta was worried about the storm?" Isythre said.
"That's even more unreasonable. They were not in a hurry. If they were worried about the shipwreck, they could have waited for the storm to calm down. It was only a few days. Anyway, they decided to leave their daughter on the island, "the red-robed woman said.
"Indeed …"
Aunt May continued, "I suspect that the princess discovered a secret, a secret related to Tony, so she changed her mind at the last minute.
Tony is still alive, which in itself proves that he does have a secret. "
Ciri looked at her as if she was about to cry.
"Take the princess away," Calanthe said to the attendant.
After the little loli left, the queen called in the Demon Hunter who was squatting outside the palace and staring blankly at the sky.
"There's a problem with Tony, a big problem!" She looked at the Demon Hunter coldly. It was this person who had tried everything to protect Tony.
"I'll go to Metchet to find out the truth," Geralt said with a frown.
Of course, the Demon Hunter did not find anything, but this proved one thing again: there was a problem with Tony!
In the years that followed, Geralt ran around the world, looking for the "My King" who had just ascended the throne in recent years.
There were too many "booger" kingdoms in the Demon Hunter world. In the Westeros, they were all at the level of knights and earls. The largest country was only the size of a king's territory or a stormland.
Melisandre went to Thanedd Island, the holy land of mages in the northern countries, and became a teacher at the Sorceress Academy.
While teaching and educating people, she learned the spells of the other world and established the "Red God Sect", which was also the "New Sun Sect" with a new name.
Well, the New Sun Sect that she had been fiddling with was the Red God Sect that abolished slavery.
After Lahlo went to "prison", the Red God Sect fell apart.
There was no more Red God.
The Dragon Queen only needed the Demon King of Hell, Lahlo. The Red God could exist, but not Lahlo.
Aunt May had deep feelings for the Red God Sect that she had believed in for hundreds of years.
Since Lahlo had committed a crime, she felt that she could try to take over the position of CEO.
Three years later, Melisandre returned to Cintra again, a ruin of death buried in blood and fire.
When she crossed the barrier of the old Druid and entered the palace, she saw the once valiant Lioness of Cintra lying on the soft couch drinking wine, ignoring the cries and fighting outside the window.
"Why are you here?" She glanced at Aunt May, her eyes full of despair and death.
Just half a month ago, more than 100,000 Nilfgaardian soldiers unexpectedly crossed the Arme Mountains (equivalent to Wei Yan's Meridian Valley Miracle). Cintra was caught off guard and hurriedly sent out troops, but the enemy had already prepared an ambush.
Faced with an enemy that was several times stronger than her own army, Lioness Calanthe led the Cintra Cavalry to launch a desperate charge, and then they were really wiped out.
Only Calanthe led a few dozen remaining soldiers to escape back to the capital of Cintra, and even Prince Easter died on the battlefield.
The incident was too sudden for the northern countries to send reinforcements.
As soon as Calanthe returned to the palace, Nilfgaardian vanguard chased after her. The Sorcerers only needed one round of magic to break the city gate … and the massacre began.
Fortunately, the palace had layers of magic barriers left behind by the Sorcerers of the past — especially the Demigod-level protective spell left by Pavetta, which lasted for five days!
The Sorcerers took turns to attack, with bows and arrows, and even the cavalry, but the barrier still lasted for five days!
"I warned you a long time ago," Aunt May said cheerfully, "Emhyr has the shadow of Tywin and Aegon the Conqueror in him, but his nature is that of a mad king. I said that he would attack you sooner or later, but you didn't believe me and thought that I had ulterior motives. What now?"
Well, when Aunt May first joined the Sorcerer's Association, she followed Zhang Yi and Su Qin's example and formed an alliance with the northern countries to attack Nilfgaardian in advance.
"She's a lunatic." This was the comment of the dignitaries.
"She's fooling the king again," said those who knew Aunt May's dark history.
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