Chapter 670: Contract Complete
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
The trio stands in the entrance to the Chapel, Geralt wearing no shirt with a huge bloody claw mark on his chest, Regis with his tunic almost completely shredded, and the dress Ciri was wearing being unrecognisable, the skirt having been torn off when trouble was brewing and the silk being heavily damaged from a few close calls... Her arms were also bleeding for a few cuts, and the only thing that wasn't torn on her body was the Ephemeral-looking Gleam Cloak sitting on her shoulders. The artifact having blocked a few dangerous strikes from cutting her shoulder.
Immediately a few noblemen begin shouting curses at Regis like "Monster", "Fiend", and "Blood-Sucker".
His expression doesn't change but his hands ball up into fists from behind his back. The Duchess looks at him warily, her past experiences with him coming to memory and the contrast causes her to frown.
Damien steps forwards, hand on sword. "What happened to the Beast?" he asks accusingly.
Geralt growls at him, not liking being accused of something after having saved them, "Dealt with." he states.
Damien "I find that hard to believe, your words from before do not inspire much confidence." he says, thinking that the Beast of Beauclair is still alive.
Ciri nods, "He is not dead... But he will never return again, I separated the body parts and hid them in heavy stone boxes. He will only be alive again if someone opens all of them and reunites the bodyparts." she says, getting the idea from a card game back in the Harry Potter universe.
Damien looks at Geralt, "Is this the truth?"
Geralt gives Ciri a sideways glance before nodding, "It is, we have nothing to gain from lying, nor would we shelter a Monster who tried to kill us."
Damien nods, backing away and giving the floor to Henrietta who still looks baffled at how to deal with this.
Henrietta "Regis, what are you?... Do not attempt to lie, I have seen everything with my own eyes."
Regis sighs, "A vampire, but I do not see what my race has to do with anything. I tried to stop Dettlaff, surely that puts me in your favour."
Henrietta slowly nods, "Indeed... I am unsure if I know you though, or if our prior meetings we all an act... Begone, do not show your face in Toussaint again, or I might have to do something drastic." she says, waving him away.
Geralt looks at Regis as the vampire slowly turns and walks away, leaving him and Ciri alone to answer to the Duchess.
Henrietta looks to Geralt, "Are you okay Witcher? You look awful."
Geralt nods his head, "Just another to the collection... I'll be fine by tomorrow, with the toxins flushed out." he states.
Geralt "Forgive me grace, but for tomorrow... Could I perhaps wear my own clothing, as you can see, the clothes you provided were... Beautiful, but lacking." he asks, trying to get out of wearing another tunic.
Henrietta nods absentmindedly before waving him off.
They walk away, down the damaged stone path that has claw marks from Dettlaff now permanently etched into them.
Ciri "Did you notice something weird with the Duchess? She seemed... Sad, that we'd be receiving our rewards tomorrow?"
Geralt shrugs, "Her sister just tried to kill her, if she wasn't sad then it would be weird." he says.
Ciri shakes her head, "I have a bad feeling about this..." she says, both her and Geralt entering the same room to bandage each other up and drink healing potions they'd acquired from Quelina.
Due to it still being morning they had the whole day to themselves, the duo decides to explore Toussaint while they waited for tomorrow to come. Well, by "Duo", it is Ciri who wishes to look around the city, Geralt instead wanting to find Regis and have a drink.
They do many things to pass the time, mostly prompted by Ciri... She even dragged him into an auction which was, unfortunately, selling an old unique picture... One of Ciri has a little girl, a copy of the one Emhyr had destroyed in his office.
Without a second thought,Geralt had purchased it, much to the dismay of Ciri who tried her best to destroy it... Only to have Geralt to pull out a bottomless box and store the painting within it.
Ciri "Did Reima give that to you!?!" she asks with a glare.
Geralt chuckles, "Of course, he asked me to bring back some souvineers... What better than a portrait of his beloved." he says.
Ciri shakes her head, planning to air her complaints to Reima when they got back to Ichor.
Eventually, the day ended, Ciri still feeling like something bad was going to happen but didn't want to miss out on the reward.
Geralt meditated beside Ciri's bed, deciding that her just getting a "bad feeling" was warrant enough for preparing for a threat.
The morning came without issues however, the Toussaint sun annihilating all shadow from the room and causing Ciri to uncomfortably stir away. "Where are the damn curtains in this place?" she murmurs, her eyes slowly blinking the dust out of them.
Geralt "You're finally up... It's almost time for us to head down to the Chapel to receive our rewards." he says, already wearing his Grandmaster Wolf School Gear.
Ciri throws the pillow at him and almost falls out of bed, pulling the Acromentula and Dragon Leather trousers over her legs before throwing on a white Acromentula silk vest that definitely wouldn't suit the Toussaint sensibilities.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
The trio stands in the entrance to the Chapel, Geralt wearing no shirt with a huge bloody claw mark on his chest, Regis with his tunic almost completely shredded, and the dress Ciri was wearing being unrecognisable, the skirt having been torn off when trouble was brewing and the silk being heavily damaged from a few close calls... Her arms were also bleeding for a few cuts, and the only thing that wasn't torn on her body was the Ephemeral-looking Gleam Cloak sitting on her shoulders. The artifact having blocked a few dangerous strikes from cutting her shoulder.
Immediately a few noblemen begin shouting curses at Regis like "Monster", "Fiend", and "Blood-Sucker".
His expression doesn't change but his hands ball up into fists from behind his back. The Duchess looks at him warily, her past experiences with him coming to memory and the contrast causes her to frown.
Damien steps forwards, hand on sword. "What happened to the Beast?" he asks accusingly.
Geralt growls at him, not liking being accused of something after having saved them, "Dealt with." he states.
Damien "I find that hard to believe, your words from before do not inspire much confidence." he says, thinking that the Beast of Beauclair is still alive.
Ciri nods, "He is not dead... But he will never return again, I separated the body parts and hid them in heavy stone boxes. He will only be alive again if someone opens all of them and reunites the bodyparts." she says, getting the idea from a card game back in the Harry Potter universe.
Damien looks at Geralt, "Is this the truth?"
Geralt gives Ciri a sideways glance before nodding, "It is, we have nothing to gain from lying, nor would we shelter a Monster who tried to kill us."
Damien nods, backing away and giving the floor to Henrietta who still looks baffled at how to deal with this.
Henrietta "Regis, what are you?... Do not attempt to lie, I have seen everything with my own eyes."
Regis sighs, "A vampire, but I do not see what my race has to do with anything. I tried to stop Dettlaff, surely that puts me in your favour."
Henrietta slowly nods, "Indeed... I am unsure if I know you though, or if our prior meetings we all an act... Begone, do not show your face in Toussaint again, or I might have to do something drastic." she says, waving him away.
Geralt looks at Regis as the vampire slowly turns and walks away, leaving him and Ciri alone to answer to the Duchess.
Henrietta looks to Geralt, "Are you okay Witcher? You look awful."
Geralt nods his head, "Just another to the collection... I'll be fine by tomorrow, with the toxins flushed out." he states.
Geralt "Forgive me grace, but for tomorrow... Could I perhaps wear my own clothing, as you can see, the clothes you provided were... Beautiful, but lacking." he asks, trying to get out of wearing another tunic.
Henrietta nods absentmindedly before waving him off.
They walk away, down the damaged stone path that has claw marks from Dettlaff now permanently etched into them.
Ciri "Did you notice something weird with the Duchess? She seemed... Sad, that we'd be receiving our rewards tomorrow?"
Geralt shrugs, "Her sister just tried to kill her, if she wasn't sad then it would be weird." he says.
Ciri shakes her head, "I have a bad feeling about this..." she says, both her and Geralt entering the same room to bandage each other up and drink healing potions they'd acquired from Quelina.
Due to it still being morning they had the whole day to themselves, the duo decides to explore Toussaint while they waited for tomorrow to come. Well, by "Duo", it is Ciri who wishes to look around the city, Geralt instead wanting to find Regis and have a drink.
They do many things to pass the time, mostly prompted by Ciri... She even dragged him into an auction which was, unfortunately, selling an old unique picture... One of Ciri has a little girl, a copy of the one Emhyr had destroyed in his office.
Without a second thought,Geralt had purchased it, much to the dismay of Ciri who tried her best to destroy it... Only to have Geralt to pull out a bottomless box and store the painting within it.
Ciri "Did Reima give that to you!?!" she asks with a glare.
Geralt chuckles, "Of course, he asked me to bring back some souvineers... What better than a portrait of his beloved." he says.
Ciri shakes her head, planning to air her complaints to Reima when they got back to Ichor.
Eventually, the day ended, Ciri still feeling like something bad was going to happen but didn't want to miss out on the reward.
Geralt meditated beside Ciri's bed, deciding that her just getting a "bad feeling" was warrant enough for preparing for a threat.
The morning came without issues however, the Toussaint sun annihilating all shadow from the room and causing Ciri to uncomfortably stir away. "Where are the damn curtains in this place?" she murmurs, her eyes slowly blinking the dust out of them.
Geralt "You're finally up... It's almost time for us to head down to the Chapel to receive our rewards." he says, already wearing his Grandmaster Wolf School Gear.
Ciri throws the pillow at him and almost falls out of bed, pulling the Acromentula and Dragon Leather trousers over her legs before throwing on a white Acromentula silk vest that definitely wouldn't suit the Toussaint sensibilities.
The trio stands in the entrance to the Chapel, Geralt wearing no shirt with a huge bloody claw mark on his chest, Regis with his tunic almost completely shredded, and the dress Ciri was wearing being unrecognisable, the skirt having been torn off when trouble was brewing and the silk being heavily damaged from a few close calls... Her arms were also bleeding for a few cuts, and the only thing that wasn't torn on her body was the Ephemeral-looking Gleam Cloak sitting on her shoulders. The artifact having blocked a few dangerous strikes from cutting her shoulder.Immediately a few noblemen begin shouting curses at Regis like "Monster", "Fiend", and "Blood-Sucker".His expression doesn't change but his hands ball up into fists from behind his back. The Duchess looks at him warily, her past experiences with him coming to memory and the contrast causes her to frown.Damien steps forwards, hand on sword. "What happened to the Beast?" he asks accusingly.Geralt growls at him, not liking being accused of something after having saved them, "Dealt with." he states.Damien "I find that hard to believe, your words from before do not inspire much confidence." he says, thinking that the Beast of Beauclair is still alive.Ciri nods, "He is not dead... But he will never return again, I separated the body parts and hid them in heavy stone boxes. He will only be alive again if someone opens all of them and reunites the bodyparts." she says, getting the idea from a card game back in the Harry Potter universe.Damien looks at Geralt, "Is this the truth?"Geralt gives Ciri a sideways glance before nodding, "It is, we have nothing to gain from lying, nor would we shelter a Monster who tried to kill us."Damien nods, backing away and giving the floor to Henrietta who still looks baffled at how to deal with this.Henrietta "Regis, what are you?... Do not attempt to lie, I have seen everything with my own eyes."Regis sighs, "A vampire, but I do not see what my race has to do with anything. I tried to stop Dettlaff, surely that puts me in your favour."Henrietta slowly nods, "Indeed... I am unsure if I know you though, or if our prior meetings we all an act... Begone, do not show your face in Toussaint again, or I might have to do something drastic." she says, waving him away.Geralt looks at Regis as the vampire slowly turns and walks away, leaving him and Ciri alone to answer to the Duchess.Henrietta looks to Geralt, "Are you okay Witcher? You look awful."Geralt nods his head, "Just another to the collection... I'll be fine by tomorrow, with the toxins flushed out." he states.Geralt "Forgive me grace, but for tomorrow... Could I perhaps wear my own clothing, as you can see, the clothes you provided were... Beautiful, but lacking." he asks, trying to get out of wearing another tunic.Henrietta nods absentmindedly before waving him off.They walk away, down the damaged stone path that has claw marks from Dettlaff now permanently etched into them.Ciri "Did you notice something weird with the Duchess? She seemed... Sad, that we'd be receiving our rewards tomorrow?"Geralt shrugs, "Her sister just tried to kill her, if she wasn't sad then it would be weird." he says.Ciri shakes her head, "I have a bad feeling about this..." she says, both her and Geralt entering the same room to bandage each other up and drink healing potions they'd acquired from Quelina.Due to it still being morning they had the whole day to themselves, the duo decides to explore Toussaint while they waited for tomorrow to come. Well, by "Duo", it is Ciri who wishes to look around the city, Geralt instead wanting to find Regis and have a drink.They do many things to pass the time, mostly prompted by Ciri... She even dragged him into an auction which was, unfortunately, selling an old unique picture... One of Ciri has a little girl, a copy of the one Emhyr had destroyed in his office.Without a second thought,Geralt had purchased it, much to the dismay of Ciri who tried her best to destroy it... Only to have Geralt to pull out a bottomless box and store the painting within it.Ciri "Did Reima give that to you!?!" she asks with a glare.Geralt chuckles, "Of course, he asked me to bring back some souvineers... What better than a portrait of his beloved." he says.Ciri shakes her head, planning to air her complaints to Reima when they got back to Ichor.Eventually, the day ended, Ciri still feeling like something bad was going to happen but didn't want to miss out on the reward.Geralt meditated beside Ciri's bed, deciding that her just getting a "bad feeling" was warrant enough for preparing for a threat.The morning came without issues however, the Toussaint sun annihilating all shadow from the room and causing Ciri to uncomfortably stir away. "Where are the damn curtains in this place?" she murmurs, her eyes slowly blinking the dust out of them.Geralt "You're finally up... It's almost time for us to head down to the Chapel to receive our rewards." he says, already wearing his Grandmaster Wolf School Gear.Ciri throws the pillow at him and almost falls out of bed, pulling the Acromentula and Dragon Leather trousers over her legs before throwing on a white Acromentula silk vest that definitely wouldn't suit the Toussaint sensibilities.
