"I don't know when Mr. Geralt last came to Cintra. Cintra has changed a lot in the past few years. I will take you to some places you have never been to before."

"The last time I came here was about ten years ago, when Pavetta was still here."

House was surprised and said, "Ah... Have you met Princess Pavetta?"

Sword patted House on the shoulder and said, "Let's not go off topic. A new place called 'Rose Garden' has emerged in Cintra in recent years. How about we take you there to have a look?"

Geralt looked at the two servants' eyes that said "I understand, I understand", then looked at the familiar purse embroidered with vines and leaves, and was hesitant to speak.

"Well, let's go!"

…

In the Cintra Palace, Ciri's expression is very stinky.

Her buttocks were aching slightly, but now she was forced to stay on the chair and couldn't move.

A few days ago, Mossak and Ciri returned to Cintra through the portal, and met Queen Calanthe and her husband King Easter who had been waiting for a long time.

Let’s review, what was Queen Calanthe’s nickname?

——“Lioness”.

This is a metaphorical title, not to say that Queen Calanthe is really like a lioness.

In fact, she is much better than the lioness.

Has anyone seen a lioness hunting?

Ciri saw it.

I believe that even after many years, the people in the palace will never forget the fear they felt when Ciri's screams dominated their ears that day.

After teaching Ciri a lesson for running away from her marriage, Calanthe began to plan to marry the little princess to a prince from another country.

This is not just about seeking allies in the fight against Nilfgaard.

Queen Calanthe, whose pride is greater than that of a lioness, would never admit that her country would be defeated by Nilfgaard; but as a shrewd politician, she is well aware of the principle that a cunning rabbit has three burrows.

As a grandmother, she prefers to find a way out for her granddaughter.

Therefore, Calanthe ordered the court painter to draw a portrait of Ciri called "Princess Cirilla of Cintra" and planned to send the finished portrait to other countries.

However, Ciri, who had just been beaten, was not in a good mood; she was even more unhappy when her spanked bottom had to sit on the stool for half a day; after knowing why she had to sit on the stool for a whole day after being beaten, Ciri's expression... how to describe it...

Do you know what expression a ten-year-old girl would have if she was owed five million kronor?

The artist who painted Ciri's portrait saw it and painted it.

After reading the first edition of "Cirilla, Princess of Cintra", the unrestrained Queen Calanthe laughed at Cirilla loudly for a whole morning.

No one in the palace ever saw the painter again.

Now, the second painter was facing Princess Cirilla, who looked as if she was owed 10 million crowns, with a frown on her face.

Ninety percent of the content on the canvas in front of him has been completed: the majestic and magnificent palace is the background, the dignified and elegant dress is the embellishment, and the petite and lovely figure has already been laid out on the paper.

Only the princess's face was blank.

It can’t be drawn. The painter really can’t draw it.

Mossak sat aside, watching the excitement with a smile. Since he refused to use magic to heal Ciri's butt, Ciri ignored him.

At this moment, a guard at the door sang loudly: "Lord Lannister is here!"

Ciri's eyes suddenly lit up.

Lan came in from the door. He was wearing a gorgeous and slim-fitting court dress and holding in his arms an intricately carved sword box that was wrapped like a gift box.

Ciri jumped up happily: "Lane!"

The gloomy painter was stunned and suddenly became excited.

It’s this smile, it’s this smile!

Mossak stood up cheerfully and said to the painter, the servants and the maids in the room, "You've been busy for so long, take a break."

The waiters all bowed and nodded, but the painter kept his head down and worked without stopping.

Lan looked at Ciri's awkward walking posture and tried hard not to laugh too much. It was not the right occasion to talk about buttocks.

"Did you get beaten?"

Ciri pursed her lips.

"A gift." Lann handed over the sword case.

Ciri wanted to jump for joy.

Opening the sword case, the small rapier that Lann had intended to give to Ciri lay quietly inside. It was recast from the steel sword of a cat-faction witcher, and the decorative crystal fragments on it were the crystal whose magic power Lann had absorbed.

No one ever thought that a sword could be a suitable gift for a young lady. But Ciri was obviously not a "lady" in the traditional sense. Facing the rapier, she was fascinated, and joy almost overflowed from her eyes.

"I'm going to name it 'Swallow'!"

Ciri held it lovingly, and Lan watched with a smile.

"Let me tell you, this sword is a steel sword used by demon hunters to exorcise demons, and the crystal on it is..."

The story was not thrilling, but it made Ciri, who was raised in seclusion, have her eyes light up with surprise. She couldn't help but jump up several times, grimacing in pain but not daring to scream for fear of interrupting Lann.

When the story was finished, Ciri excitedly drew out her sword and touched the blade with her little finger, curiously but timidly.

"Okay, okay." Mossak stepped forward and said, "Ciri, you have to tell grandma that you received the gift. I will tell Her Majesty the Queen to let you keep it with you, but you must also promise not to pull it out when no one is watching, okay?"

"Yeah!" Ciri held Yan Zi and the sword tightly in her arms.

Smiling and patting Ciri's head, Mossak turned to Lan and said, "I'll take you to see the queen and the king first. They guessed that you would definitely come to see Ciri, and told me to take you to them when I see you."

Lan nodded, and the two walked out of the room together.

After a while.

"Finished, Princess Cirilla of Cintra!" the artist shouted, "This is my best work!"

…

It was not the first time that the two of them walked together in the corridor of the royal palace. Occasionally, one or two generals would pass by in a hurry and greet them in a low voice. Lann and Mossak also greeted them in return.

"Is the situation not optimistic?" Lan asked tentatively.

Mossak nodded solemnly. "The North has not encountered a war of this scale for a long time. The four kingdoms despise Nilfgaard and are unwilling to send troops. Or they are happy to see Cintra, which poses a hidden threat to them, suffer heavy casualties in the war."

"Fortunately, we still have reinforcements from Skellige."

Lann's face was solemn. Time was really running out. The Sword of Damocles hovering above his head was already shaking and was about to fall.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Anyway, the Queen will never let you go to the battlefield." Mossak smiled and shook his head, and said to Lann, "Speaking of which, I have two good news for you."

"First of all, I asked my fellow druids in Toussaint for help. They finally found the remains of Thomas Moreau's secret laboratory in the Sansredor River in the Valley of Nine. At first, they wanted to continue exploring, but then a portal suddenly opened, and a large number of water ghosts and drowned ghosts poured out. In the end, they had to give up."