The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's a masterpiece, master." Emperor Enhill looked away from the painting. Aside, the girl who was called Princess Sintra by others was standing at the back with her head down. "The masterpiece will be placed in my palace. Here, you can go, give me and the princess some time."

The master bowed again.

Two servants with bowed heads stepped forward, erected the oil paintings fixed on the drawing board and moved them away, clearing the floor in front of the seat for the emperor. Enhill walked towards Princess Sintra, who had been bowing her head.

"Countess Stella, please leave us some space too." The Countess who had been taking care of the work of Sintra curtseyed, facing Enhill, and stepped back out of the room.

The emperor walked straight past the blonde-haired girl and left such a word to her.

"Come with me."

The balcony of the castle is facing a lush garden. There was a snowfall at night, and the snow gradually melted under the rising sun. The remaining white snow dotted the courtyard, but it could not cover the grass buds emerging from the muddy soil. , A scene full of life and spring.

Enhill stood in front of the balcony, and the girl stood a certain distance away in accordance with court etiquette. The emperor waved his hand impatiently, motioning her to get closer.

Hillary wouldn't be like this in front of him. Such thoughts suddenly popped into Enhill's mind. But what will happen to her now when she sees herself?

The emperor squinted his eyes slightly, and quietly left the meaningless thoughts behind him.

"I rarely come here." He looked at the courtyard, standing by the fence and staring at the distant hills. He doesn't lean on the fence. "I rarely come here, but it's beautiful. The garden is full of spring, and the world is full of life."

Spring is blooming, and just north, his army is planning the largest offensive in history. Nilfgard’s spring offensive will ensure the Empire’s occupation of the south of the Ponta River and the complete destruction of Temoria.

Of course, blood has nothing to do with the weapon and this place.

The princess remained silent.

Enhill turned around and looked at the girl in front of him carefully. She was young and looked like a standard Sintra, but when she first saw it, Enhill knew that this was not what he wanted.

The intelligence chief of the Empire, Vattier, has assured the emperor that he tracked down the approximate location of the castle where Wigwarts was hiding. After a while, he will be able to find the mage and the list of leaders of the rebels. Before long, the rebels will collapse, and the true Sintra princess will be sent to him. But before that, he must do some small work just in case.

"Look up." Enhill said solemnly. "Do you have any more wishes? Requests? Complaints?"

"No, Your Majesty." There was no wave in her emerald eyes. "No."

She must have been well trained. Enhill didn’t know where Raines found this girl. First Rains and then Stella, one after another, trained her how to face the terrifying Enhill. The emperor, how to face a cold-blooded audience. They trained well and turned an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan in just two months.

"Your name?"

"Silia-Fiona-Allen-Lianlun."

"I want to know." Enhill's voice increased a bit. "Your real name."

"Silia Fiona—"

"Don't test my patience! Your real name!"

"Xiri---"

"Enough!"

Enhill waved his hand sharply.

The girl twitched her nose and her lips trembled uncomfortably. She sobbed slightly, her voice so low that Enhill thought it was a hallucination.

"Enough..." The emperor's voice was unexpectedly softer. "I want to know your real name because I want to know you. I want to call you by my real name."

"I don't have a name." The girl replied. She raised her head, and Enhill was slightly taken aback by her emerald pupils. He thought of a person, who was once the most important person in his life. She also had such a pair of eyes. When she died, God seemed to be crying for it. "That's just an ordinary name. Your Majesty, an ordinary unknown person. I'm just Silia Fiona Allen- Li Anlun, one day, I will be another identity, as long as..."

She didn't say it, she subconsciously touched the emerald necklace hanging on her neck, as if it was a twisted rope that was tightening.

Emperor Enhill suddenly felt a wave of nameless anger.

Angry? What's that? When he was driven out of the imperial capital by the usurpers? When he was transformed into a ranger knight? Or when he was suffering from wind and frost?

Yes, it was the life he had already swept into the corner of his memory. When he was a ranger knight Duny.

"I don't know anything about this kidnapping!" His voice was a bit sharp, what else did he get from an innocent girl? "I never gave an order to kidnap a girl, I was fooled..."

He was very angry, not just to the person who fooled him, but also to himself. He shouldn't have this conversation at all. He should end this farce with the emperor's majesty, power and deterrence, and all those involved in the rebellion should be sent to the gallows. Why is this happening? Is it the ranger and knight Duny who shouldn't exist long ago and was buried in the sea with his wife? No, he is not Duny. When he regained the throne, he was Emperor Enhill Entrance, the white flame dancing on the enemy's grave, the ruthless Emperor Nilfgard.

"Forgive me." Enhill himself was surprised, his voice sounded as if he was not himself. "I made a mistake, and I assure you. You will not encounter any danger, injustice, or persecution. Don't be afraid. , I hope to compensate you and tell me your wish."

Enhill raised his head, he returned to normal, the arrogant and honorable emperor.

"I will fulfill all your wishes."

The emperor looked at the unknown man in front of him. As long as the girl speaks, he will send her back to the kidnapped place, no matter what the village or town, and even send her back with six carriages full of gold.

As long as she speaks.

What would Hilly think of me? This question suddenly appeared in the emperor's mind.

"I..." The girl paused. "I want to stay at Countess Stella's house."

Enhill was surprised, and then another flash of anger flashed in his heart.

"This is not your real wish. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of anyone. Tell me aloud, what is your true wish?"

"This is my wish, Your Majesty." The girl's voice was calm. "Mrs. Stella gave me things that I had never experienced before in my life... a place to shelter from the cold, kindness... and love."

She did not go on, but he understood.

As a traitor to the party, Mrs. Stella cannot escape the gallows, and the girl hopes to repay her favor.

Poor, naive, and insignificant. Emperor Enhill looked at the girl in front of him, repaying his favor, kindness? Stupid thoughts.

The emperor should have said something, or just turned and left. He never left any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of, no matter whether the reason the enemy got this opportunity was because of the stupidity of a poor and innocent unknown person.

But something inside prevented him from doing this.

"I will keep my promise." He said coldly, "I will fulfill my promise to you and be proud of it. If you plan to change your requirements, you can go to me at any time, and the gate of the palace will open for you. "

"No, that's my request." The girl raised her head. "I have got things that I couldn't even imagine in the past. I am very happy to stay here."

Stupid. Emperor Enhill looked directly at a small unknown person who was insignificant and could not even leave a name. Then he averted his eyes. Innocent and kind, he hadn't seen such feelings for how long, and he couldn't look directly at these dark green pupils.

"You will be safe, I promise."

The emperor walked out of the castle gate with his head held high, and Mrs. Stella curtseyed. Enhill glanced at the countess from the corner of his eyes.

Lucky woman.

A hint of kindness to a poor girl saved her life.

The emperor left surrounded by the guards outside the castle. Now, he is the emperor of the south, a white flame that is merciless to the enemy.

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ps: This painting is the portrait of Xili seen in the emperor's palace in The Witcher 3 when he was a child. Enhill kept it with him.