[Chapter Size: 2100 Words.]
Third Person POV
Northern kingdoms.
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Geralt was still in the capital as he began to move stealthily to leave. After all, the city was infested with Nilfgaardian soldiers, and he couldn't leave the castle and take the main road. He ended up hiding in a house where the residents had committed suicide and stayed hidden there the previous night.
"Let's get out of here... there's nothing for us in this place..." a man murmured.
"Damn... I couldn't even find a woman for myself... they're all dead!" another complained, searching for spoils, something common in war.
"Yes... almost all of them are dead, leaving us only treasures..." the first one grumbled.
Geralt was in another room listening to the Nilfgaardian soldiers' conversation. "Let's check that room!" one of them suggested as they approached the room.
As soon as they opened the door, they were met with the witcher, who quickly drew his sword and cut them down, only letting out a small cry of surprise that wasn't heard by the soldiers outside.
He quickly made sure no one had heard while the room filled with blood and approached the window, checking if he could leave, as the black soldiers would soon come looking for their missing companions.
The first thing he noticed was a group gathered while they said something in Nilfgaardian that Geralt could barely understand. But something caught his attention when they started shouting in front of one of the houses, and other soldiers appeared, dragging a woman.
The woman was clearly screaming for help while the men seemed to laugh at it and began removing their armor to rape her. Geralt waited until the last man removed his armor to act. He could have simply ignored it, but he certainly didn't, even though there was a great risk of putting all the soldiers in the city against him. While the woman screamed, trying to break free as the men started to remove her dress, Geralt appeared, touching the shoulder of the first one, who looked back, a little surprised, thinking it was another Nilfgaardian. This caused him to have his throat pierced as he fell dead to the ground.
The others nearby, still paying attention to the woman being undressed, quickly felt blood fall on them, and in the next moment, two more of them were cut down.
The others stopped undressing the woman when they noticed their companions being easily killed, as they were now without armor, and began to be cut down one by one without being able to react. They even tried to scream in Nilfgaardian while being massacred without mercy, but despite the loud screams, no one on the other side heard them. The woman saw seven men killed by that stranger with white hair as she was also hit by the blood of those men.
"Can you stand?" Geralt asked directly as the woman, stained with blood while covering her exposed breasts, nodded fearfully.
"Don't look at me like that. If you want to live, you'd better follow me... this place isn't safe," Geralt said, and the woman, having no choice, nodded.
"I... thought..." She began to stammer as she followed the witcher after fixing her torn clothes.
"Don't talk, just follow me and try to cover yourself, understood?" Geralt said as his cat-like eyes stared at the woman, hesitant to follow this witcher, but one look at the seven bodies that had tried to rape her was enough for her to obey him.
Geralt began to circle the city, passing through alleys as he led the woman to the north gate, avoiding all soldiers, knowing he could no longer stay in Cintra after the carnage he had just created.
"Hey, stop!!" As they passed through an alley, a Nilfgaardian man saw the woman and immediately ran towards her and shouted. She quickly turned around, scared, while the man looked at her with a smile, not seeing the witcher behind her, which was a mistake, as a dagger immediately flew and hit his forehead, killing him with the same smile.
"Let's go!" Geralt urged, and the woman followed him as they headed towards the gate.
Geralt saw heavily armed men guarding the area and was pleased that there was no one on the walls, which would make their escape easier.
"What are you going to do...?" the woman asked.
"Just stay there," Geralt instructed, waiting for a guard to approach the alley. As the guard got closer, Geralt used a mind control sign. Though he wasn't particularly skilled in this area, he had something that could easily make the guard assist him.
The dazed man simply stood up and went to the men at the gate, shouting that there was a group of women with a few remaining men from Cintra protecting them.
This immediately caused the soldiers to leave, leaving only two behind to keep watch. As soon as the place was clear, Geralt threw two daggers, killing the guards. He then proceeded with the woman, heading forward. They quickly took one of the horses tethered nearby, and sped away, with Geralt placing the woman on his horse before any other black soldiers saw the dead men. They rode into the forest and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Meanwhile, the capital of Cintra was being besieged, and those who survived were not meeting a pleasant fate, suffering in many ways as the black soldiers looted the entire place. The main leaders were in the palace at that moment, in the throne room of Cintra, organizing their final orders.
"So this is how Calanthe ended..." a Nilfgaardian man murmured in his language as he looked at the lifeless body of Calanthe being brought before him.
The men laid her body in front of him as he approached. This was Hyuuir Ysiuty (OC), the general who took the place of the last one after he was killed by Madara. He led the armies in the attack on the capital. He was frustrated, and had finally found one of the culprits for his frustration, unfortunately already dead.
'You lioness of Cintra... it's a shame you're dead... because I so wanted to torture you, do horrible things to you, and humiliate you...' he thought as his hatred began to take over his mind.
He lunged at the corpse in the next moment. "You damned bitch! You should have surrendered the entire kingdom to us and not made Nilfgaard lose so many troops in vain...!!" He began kicking the former queen's body mercilessly in front of everyone, as they all watched cautiously, and some even with disgust, as he started kicking the woman's head, blood spreading all over the carpet while his insults continued to defile the corpse.
"You wretched, cursed queen of Cintra, you've shamed us!" He was frustrated by the large number of warriors he had lost in the south. They never imagined losing such a number to Calanthe and her army.
Everything seemed set for a crushing victory, but suddenly he had to take command when an assassin killed his general in the middle of the battlefield, planted false information, and devastated thousands of soldiers. In the end, the assassin disappeared without anyone knowing how, only saying that the assassin wasn't human and ran much faster than any horse before vanishing into the forest and reappearing in the capital a few days later.
The emperor would not be pleased with this. It would delay their conquest of the north, and things were not looking good for them. He didn't hesitate to start kicking her, destroying the corpse with his boot.
Francesca stood beside him the entire time, watching cautiously. She had narrowly escaped death thanks to that boy with strange powers and soon returned when the black army won, beginning to recount everything she saw when facing Madara with a tone of fear. Hyuuir merely mocked her; he was worse than the last general, despising her and blaming her for fleeing and not killing that assassin.
Moreover, the frustration also extended to the disappearance of the princess, a crucial piece the emperor wanted at all costs. He would not be happy to learn that his daughter was no longer in the castle. He would be one of those held responsible, along with Cahir, who was the spy supposed to capture the princess but saw her being carried away by a boy and disappeared with some mages from other realms appearing with the same objective. They couldn't help but think it was the same assassin who had thwarted their plans to capture the princess.
No one knew if the princess had disappeared with a mage or even with the boy, leaving them in an even more embarrassing situation when facing the emperor.
At that exact moment, as Hyuuir continued kicking Calanthe's body, a portal suddenly appeared in the middle of the room. Everyone was shocked, raising their swords to prepare for whoever was arriving. A woman with short hair emerged from the portal, and everyone became less cautious, wondering what she was doing there, entering in such a manner.
"Fringilla? What are you doing here?!" Hyuuir stopped kicking the corpse and growled at the woman. "You shouldn't be..." He was about to continue but was interrupted.
"You can stop talking like that. Now, salute our emperor..." Fringilla said, turning to the side and bowing, leaving everyone stunned as they looked at the portal.
"What do we have here..." murmured someone in Nilfgaardian with a powerful and stern tone. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the portal, causing everyone to immediately kneel.
"Emperor Emhyr, we didn't know of your arrival," Hyuuir exclaimed quickly, cautiously keeping his face to the ground.
"I came to see the conquest, but I realized..." He spoke, pausing for a moment as he looked at Calanthe's bloodied corpse, her face unrecognizable from the beating, before continuing: "...that things did not go as we had planned." He spoke in a dangerous tone as he passed by the current commander of the armies, who trembled slightly.
As the emperor walked toward the throne, he examined it with interest, touching and circling it completely before sitting down and looking at everyone present. "Tell me exactly where we failed, because you don't need to give me a report; I've already received all the information and am not at all pleased with it." He spoke in his still-dangerous tone. "The loss of so many soldiers in Cintra was completely unforeseen, going against all our expansion plans. This will cost us a lot of time as our men begin the fight in Angren..." he said.
"Inspired Emhyr, Cintra had a type of sorcerer we hadn't foreseen; he is the cause of all our woes..." Francesca began to speak, fearing the emperor's wrath. After all, she needed him to help her people.
The emperor looked at her with a glint in his eye. "Ah, yes, I've heard a few things... I heard about a boy who was in this kingdom and rose from a common orphan to a great noble, someone hailed as a hero among the people of Cintra, who alone changed an entire war against Angren. And it seems he got involved in this fight too, causing us great trouble... I must say... a boy entering the enemy field and killing your general, not to mention the explosion of fire in the middle of the battle... That's really hard to believe..." he commented, as everyone lowered their heads. "I wonder how my soldiers failed to foresee such important information," he said, diverting his gaze from his men to his hands on the throne, touching it, remembering the days he was in this same room, begging that dead woman in the middle of the place to marry his daughter... his late Pavetta...
"We heard about him, but we didn't believe..." Francesca admitted fearfully.
"And that was costly, wasn't it, Francesca?" he retorted, looking at her while no one dared to speak. The sorceress merely lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.
"Let's stop talking now. I want to know everything about this individual, Madara Uchiha, and we need to locate him immediately. After all, he has someone very, very important to me," he said, continuing to sit on the throne of Cintra, waiting for his men to start sharing everything they knew and how they could find Madara with their information.