The bells rang throughout Sintra.

It passed over the tallest towers of the capital of Sintra, over the walls of the royal palace and castle, and reached the narrowest and most remote streets.

Fireworks whizzed into the sky, firecrackers exploded, and the crowd cheered, shouted, threw their hats into the air, and waved handkerchiefs, scarves and flags.

The celebration has begun.

Every Cintra citizen rushed into the street, and they looked eagerly toward the castle in the center of the capital, watching an iron-blooded cavalry regiment pour out of it.

Leading the way was Marshal Visegid, and the knights behind him all had solemn expressions. On the left breastplate of each of them was carved a roaring lion head, which sparkled in the sun.

"Marshal Visegid!"

"Glory to Cintra!"

"Long live the lion!!!"

The knights marched along the main road, four in a row, their mounts' furs sleek and shiny, moving in unison at an orderly pace.

Their mounts were just like their riders, calm and proud, not afraid of the cheers and shouts of the crowd. When faced with the flying flowers, they just shook their heads with an imperceptible amplitude.

They are all veterans who have truly fought on the battlefield, both knights and horses.

When they were within a hundred steps of the square, two more armies came rushing in from two other directions of the capital from two other intersections like the confluence of sea currents.

The Mahakam Heavy Infantry Regiment, and the Kovir Freedom Regiment... no, they should be called the Cintra Regiment now.

After the war was won, Lann promised the remaining members of the Free Legion the status of Cintra citizens, promising to properly resettle the soldiers returning from the battlefield as war heroes.

Although they would certainly be disbanded and reintegrated into Cintra's military system later, at this moment Lann allowed them to remain organized and participate in the parade for the last time to receive the cheers of the crowd.

"The dwarves who never retreat! The iron wall of Cintra!"

"Free Mercenaries!"

"oh--"

Zoltan, Gabo, and Petrit all held their chests high, and at the same time, the three of them approached Yarpan, whose head was wrapped in thick gauze, to prevent this stubborn guy who had just struggled to get up from the sick bed from bursting his wounds and falling to the ground due to excitement.

Julia, nicknamed "Little Beautiful Cat", quietly wiped away a tear and caught a bouquet of carnations thrown by the crowd. Their mercenary group was assembled for this war, and they also sacrificed too much for this war.

It was not until this moment that she felt a little more substantial. Mercenaries in Kovir could only receive wages but never enjoy cheers.

The last troop to enter was the reinforcements from Skellige, but they were led not by Easter but by Kratz, the "Sea Boar".

Easter, who was once the King of Cintra, did not want to steal the show on a day like today. He sat in the stands with the other foreign guests who came to watch the ceremony. His eyes were gently cast towards the central square like those of all those participating in the celebration.

The Cintra headquarters army, Mahakam volunteers, the Free Corps, and Skellige reinforcements gathered at the square from four directions and formed four huge square formations.

There are two thrones in the center of the square.

…

The bells rang out again throughout Sintra.

A huge bright emerald light lit up in the center of the square, and the crowd's cheers were silenced.

A huge ancient body appeared, carefully cleaned and dressed up to be as majestic as a sculpture.

There was a person standing on each of his shoulders.

The giant knelt on one knee and slowly stretched out his arms. His strong muscles formed a marble-like staircase between his shoulders and the ground.

Lord Lannister and Princess Cirilla came down the steps.

The crowd cheered again, this time even crazier than before, so enthusiastic that it almost dispersed the clouds in the sky.

Flowers were once again thrown into the air, and then laid out as a carpet under the horses' hooves and the feet of the giants.

"Long live Lord Lannister! Long live the Lion!!"

"Long live Princess Cirilla! Long live the lioness!!"

The celebration reached an unprecedented peak.

…

And in the center of everyone's cheers, what was Lan thinking?

He was in a trance.

Ciri was giving a speech up front, while Lane's eyes were on the stands.

He did not look at Ester, nor at Radovid, Philippa, or the other envoys who came to watch the ceremony.

He looked over to Keira Metz, who was talking to Triss.

My thoughts go back to yesterday.

After meeting with Philippa, who represented Redania, Lane met with Keira Metz, who represented Temeria, in turn.

During the meeting, Lann asked the question that had been bothering him: Why did King Foltestai suddenly decide to send troops to support Cintra, and even lead the army himself? What did Temeria want to gain from this?

Then, Lane received a piece of explosive news under Kayla's playful eyes.

"Yada is pregnant." said Kayla.

"Yada is pregnant?!!!" Lann reacted.

Lann's expression control completely collapsed at that moment.

He was silent for a long time.

He had doubts at first: Is the child his?

Then he put this tasteless question behind him and began to doubt himself: Am I not a witcher?

After a brief blank in his brain, Lann's mind worked rapidly, and he quickly grasped the differences between himself and other demon hunters and discovered his blind spots.

[——A wandering merchant in another dimension smiled but said nothing. He has been gone for a long time, but his shadow is still everywhere in this world.]

In a sense this is good news, as fertility is an issue that Lane absolutely has to resolve.

Originally, Lane was still wondering whether Mossak could try harder to complete the experiment, or just call Jeroen to catch another Djinn to make a wish.

Now it seems that this process can be omitted, and the product supporting services provided by Mirror Master can be provided in one step.

Everyone knew that he was a demon hunter. His sudden fertility was easy to explain, just attribute it to the magical "ancient blood".

only……

Lan looked at Ciri who was giving a speech to the nation.

[How should I tell Ciri about this? ]

…

Prince Radovid looked at Cirilla in front of the throne, and watched as a druid emerged from the wide open portal.

Amid cheers from all over the sky, Calanthe's trusted advisor, a former official of Cintra, placed the crown symbolizing the queen on Cirilla's head.

So the people's cheers changed from "Her Royal Highness Princess Cirilla" to "Her Majesty Cirilla".

The princess became the queen.

Radovid gritted his teeth.

[To give such a cheer to a druid, the spellcaster deserves to be beheaded. There is no difference between Cintra and the barbaric Skellige. ]

[A barbaric girl from a barbaric country.] Radovid looked at Ciri and thought, [She is just the girl whose engagement I broke off.]

Redania broke off the engagement in order to avoid being dragged into the quagmire of Nilfgaard, but who could have thought that Cintra would win a great victory now?

They bet on the winner before the market opens, but walk away at the last minute.

Radovid looked greedily at the troops surrounding the throne and the giant who seemed to have come out of a myth.

[They were all supposed to be mine. The inheritance of Cintra, the ownership of these troops, dwarves, giants... and dragons! Two!]

Radovid stared at Lan with resentment, and then found that Lan's dark golden lion eyes were also looking at him.

So he quickly turned his body and hid behind the tall King Easter of Skellige in front of him.

This made Radovid avoid Lann's eyes, but then he felt another pair of eyes falling on his neck.

He had never experienced such a creepy gaze before - cold, hard, as if someone was holding a dagger and sticking it in his back.

But ever since the news of Lannister's great victory in the North came and his father handed him over to the warlock for instruction, Radovid had often felt this kind of gaze.

He turned his head and saw Philippa Eilhart's unfathomable black eyes staring at him.

[Just wait.] The prince shuddered, [Just wait.]

Suddenly, the cheers of the people rose again, far exceeding the scenes when the Duke appeared with the princess, or even when the princess was crowned queen.

"Your Majesty Lann!" He heard all the people of Cintra change their name.

He looked up and saw that the crown was still not placed on Lannister's head.

But he knew what had happened. Just now, Cirilla announced her engagement with Lannister to all the people of Cintra.

The coronation and wedding of the queen's husband were held together, so Lannister is still a duke. But the people of Cintra have spontaneously changed their title.

Or maybe they sincerely believe that this is the most reasonable name for a lion.

Uncontrollable resentment surged in his heart again, but then Radovid laughed viciously.

He saw that the delegations of all the countries except Skellige - Temeria, Aedirn, Kaedwen, Lyria, the United Kingdom of Rivia, and other surrounding neighboring countries - all had pale faces.

A barren demon hunter became the king of Cintra, and he would rule the gateway to the North for hundreds of years. This was actually a turbulent event for the North.

At the same time, Cintra explicitly refused to introduce the royal bloodlines of other countries into the next generation of heirs, which completely violated the promise Lannister made during the talks in the North.

Sintra is finished!

…

…

The celebration will last for a long time, and the people need a large and long-lasting ceremony to express their joy of national restoration and wash away their previous pain.

Only then will they be able to start a new life and devote themselves more fully to the reconstruction of the country.

But Lann didn't need to stay in this celebration for too long. After appearing with Ciri to make the opening announcement and speech, his mission was accomplished.

The bells outside rang loudly and people cheered loudly.

Lan En had already returned to his study, with a black-covered thread-bound book spread out in front of him.

It was filled with neatly-written Chinese characters, and there were a lot of slips of paper stuck on the inside of each page.

Lan En flipped through the front pages with a look of emotion and discovered that there were only a few thin pages left in the booklet.

After pondering for a moment, he selected three pages and wrote down [Integrate the North], [Rebuild the Demon Hunter Cult], and [Fight Nilfgaard] respectively.

After writing "Fringilla Viego" and "Noble Civil War" under the page "Fight against Nilfgaard", he turned the page and left it alone.

Turn to the page of [Integration of the Northern Territory].

Lan thought about it, and first wrote down [The United Kingdom of Leiria and Rivia] and [Aedirn], and then drew a "√" behind these two countries.

——These are the allies known to be able to unite with him.

Then Lan wrote [Temeria] and drew a circle behind it.

——Although Temeria’s attitude has been friendly for now, we still need to go north and discuss the specific situation with King Fortestai in person.

What does the other party want from you?

If King Fertestai gets greedy and wants Adda's child to inherit Cintra, then there will be no room for negotiation.

Finally, Lann wrote [Redania] and [Kaedwen] in the blank space and drew an "X" behind them.

——These two are enemies.

Lane wrote "Philippa Eilhart" after "Redania", and then wrote "The Coup on Thanedd Island".

After [Kaedwen], Lann thought for a while and wrote down three words:

[Squidward Party].

Afterwards, these three words were also connected with the "Thannid Island Coup".

The Philippa Plan makes some sense, and it's great timing.

"House!"

The servant who heard the call pushed the door open and bowed to Lan Lan.

"That elf, Iorveth, how is he doing?" Lan asked. "Has their leader not arrived yet?"

House reported: "According to him, Ms. Francesca Findaby is in seclusion, far away from Cintra. The elves cannot use the long-distance teleportation arrays set up in major cities. It will take several more days for them to get here by using personal teleportation magic."

Lan nodded to show his understanding. The elves, especially Francesca, always have a kind of stubbornness that is hard to shake.

So he turned the page of [Integration of the North] again, and Lan looked at the last page.

[Rebuilding the Demon Hunter Cult]

"Where is my teacher? And Geralt and the others?" Lan asked the servant, "Are they still attending the celebration?"

House shook his head.

"Lord Lambert and his team reveled for a while at first, but soon went to the training ground and magic laboratory; Master Vesemir was surveying the open spaces in the city, and then discussed some things with Master Geron and his team."

"Since they are not interested in the celebration, let's gather them together," Lann decided. "What they are eager for is what happens next."

Soon, the news spread.

One after another, the swordsmen with amber vertical pupils put down their work and rushed into the palace castle as fast as possible.

They looked at Lan with longing and expectation.

"Let's go." Lann said with a smile, "Get ready to welcome our new brother."

"The first demon hunter of the new era!"