Book 2: Chapter 5

Book 2: Chapter 5

Grinahae Antgadull viewed his position as an Imperial marquis serving the Earthworld Empire as completely involuntary.

My father was pathetic He played up his role as the wise man, forgetting his pride as a king and giving up his own throne!

Grinahae was a direct descendent of the royal family, destined to be king. And yet, his predecessorthe former king of Antgadullhad offered vassalage to the Empire and consigned his line to the humiliating rank of marquis.

And what has that brought us? The Empire stole half our land. The allied nations see us as traitors. The Imperial nobility snub us as newcomers. This is a titular role with no say in Imperial politics.

These were the seeds his father had sown. And Grinahae was left cleaning up this absurd messGrinahae, the person who should by all rights have been in line to be the next King of Antgadull.

If hed stayed in the alliance and crushed the Empire, Antgadull would have made even greater strides under my rule.

This was Grinahaes ongoing pet theory.

But children tend not to understand their parents intentions.

King Antgadull had seen through the fact that his child lacked the wisdom required of a ruler. And that with the fall of the Empire, the Eastern continent would fall into an era of rivaling warlords, and Antgadull would inevitably end with his sons reign.

In truth, Grinahae wasnt doing a stellar job of running the country, even though hed been left to rule only half of the area his predecessors had administered. The lands had fallen to ruin, and the hearts of his people grew more and more distant.

That was why King Antgadull had betrayed the alliance and sided with the Empire. Hed brought an end to the Kingdom of Antgadull and allowed it to become a sullied name in the continents historyall so his son would stand a fighting chance.

After his nation became a vassal to the Empire, the king had made sure they stayed out of Imperial politics. Hed known his son would be eaten alive if the boy ever poked his head into the palaces den of thieves, so he took measures to keep him at a far distance.

But Grinahae took no notice. Which wasnt surprising. If hed been the type of person to come to this realization on his own, King Antgadull wouldnt have made any of those decisions in the first place.

Then, earlier that summer, an opportunity fell in his lap.

Lord Grinahae, I have welcome tidings for you a man named Owl had said.

Theyd been first introduced to each other by a vassal. Hed had initially claimed to be a merchant, but after repeated meetings, he revealed himself to hail from a ruined nation, too. Owl told him the former alliance had been talking about rising up against the Empire once again.

Grinahae had immediately jumped on board. The Kingdom of Antgadull could be restored in its former glory, and then, everything would be right for once. Itd be his time to shine. He believed this with utmost sincerity.

And then hed declared his support for one of the Imperial Princes as advised by Owl without question. He began to gather weapons under the pretense of preparing for civil war. Though Antgadulls influence in the Gairan State had taken a big hit in the past, it still ran strong. He gathered more and more weapons and soldiers. Everything was going wellor so it seemed.

But this was where his bad habits reared their ugly heads.

Is this really gonna work out?

Grinahae was said to be a man who had inherited his fathers looks and ambitions but none of his courage or resourcefulness. These days, he made no attempt to hide his criticisms of his predecessor, but when his father was alive, he didnt once object to any of his opinions. Antgadull the younger was a coward.

That meant there was no way hed be able to join this overzealous plan and keep a level head. In his bouts of anxiety, Grinahae had constantly demanded that Owl tell him the details and probability of success, trying to ease his racing mind. But Owl always sidestepped his inquiries, citing the need for absolute secrecy. This had made Grinahae even more nervous, heightening his suspicions.

He wanted some sort of guaranteea card up his sleeve that he could use to defend himself should anything happen. It was only natural Grinahae would think that way. It was part of his disposition.

When the news came that Imperial Princess Lowellmina would be visiting the neighboring country of Natra, he couldnt have asked for better timing. She held a claim to the throne; her retinue was scant; Natra had just battled Marden practically the other day; their soldiers had to be exhausted. The princess would be in his possession by midwinter, and the heavy snow would frustrate the advance of responding Imperial troops. Once spring came, their rebellion would begin.

It was a perfect setup. He could have called it divine will.

Since he had been preparing for the revolt, he could dispatch soldiers immediately. All that was left was to set out for Natra under his command.

But all of his activities ground to a haltwhen a letter from Natra wound up in his hands.

In a room of his mansion, Grinahae was glaring at the person across from him and made no attempt to hide his scowl.

As per your request, here are the names of those participating in our plan, my lord

Sitting across the table from him with a reverent expression was his acquaintance Owl. Grinahae had no idea if that was his real name or not, not that he particularly cared. It was more important that this man was his connection to the uprising.

As you can see, each person on this list is worthy of standing by your side. I leave this with you only because I have utmost faith in your wisdom and insight. To accomplish our goal, we all must observe caution and discipline. I ask that you refrain from any reckless movements

You dont have to tell me! I know! Grinahae boomed, raising his voice as he slammed the documents on the desk.

Grinahae had been pestering Owl for info on the members of their plan, and until this very moment, Owl hadnt made any moves that suggested hed oblige.

But that all changed once Grinahae began organizing his soldiers.

Of course, Owl had been flustered when he realized the target was Imperial Princess Lowellmina, who was currently residing in Natra. Grinahae was confident of their success, but that outcome didnt matter. Owl viewed it as a move that would jeopardize their plans for revolt, which was why hed sought to curry favor by providing the signature bearing document. But even Grinahae couldnt help but get irritated over this obvious change.

Not to mention he was now dealing with an even bigger problem.

Enough! Go! Ill make sure the soldiers stay in the territory!

Understood. Owl dragged his feet out of the room, weighed down by his displeasure.

But Grinahae quickly forgot his insolence. On top of that, he gave only a cursory look at the documents that hed been desperate to obtain before tossing them aside. Instead, he took out a single letter.

The very one he had received from the crown prince of the Kingdom of Natra, as a matter of fact.

The contents were simple: An aristocrat wished to visit the mansion of Marquis Antgadull after their stay in Natra.

To think Id receive such news

One would obviously think it was referring to the Imperial Princess Lowellmina.

But he had a few questions: Why did the princess want to visit Antgadull? And why did she go through the crown prince to contact him? There were no clear answers.

But upon scrutinizing the letter enough to pierce through it, he read between the lines that this was of Princess Lowellminas own volition, and she meant for him to keep it a secret.

In other words, she doesnt want the factions to know about it.

It made sense. She was surrounded by people belonging to each of the Imperial Princes factions. If she were to send a letter herself, its contents would be censored before she could blink. Thats why she went through the crown prince.

Well, that was assuming everything in the letter was true.

I cant see any reason for Princess Lowellmina to want to come here

He approached it from every angle but it was this point that he couldnt figure out, which was why Grinahae couldnt completely trust the message.

Well, it would be more precise to say that if hed been more creative with his approach, he might have concluded, mistakenly, that she was trying to outmaneuver the three factions and strengthen her own in the struggle for the throne. But in a brain steeped with misogyny, this thought wouldnt have occurred to him even in his dreams.

Grinahae wanted to believe the letter. If it was all true, Princess Lowellmina would fall right into his hands without any need to send his army. It was a divine blessing that seemed to confirm his fated return as king.

At the same time, it did cross his mind that this was too good to be true. Oh, what to do?

Hed hemmed and hawed for a few days.

But then his problems resolved in an unexpected way, thanks to the coincidental return of his son Geralt from the Imperial capital.

Geralt Antgadull was the Imperial poster child for wayward sons. He displayed no interest in politics, of course, nor in martial arts or academics. He did nothing all day except escape reality through romance. Hed gotten in trouble for it more than once, and he was the type of person who used his status to get out of it.

Even Grinahae found it shameful. It seriously concerned him that such a lousy son could have come from his loins. But well, a son is a son. Even if he had a bad reputation, Geralt was still his precious successor, and Grinahae was optimistic he would change his ways sooner or later.

Hed heard this son had grown infatuated with Princess Lowellmina. When Geralt had gotten violent with another aristocrat at a soiree, shed been the one to mediate. He had sent her gifts and letters ever since.

When Geralt found out about the letter to his father, hed exclaimed, My feelings have reached the princess at last! She obviously wants to see me!

Geralt had gone on to claim that her previous unfavorable replies to his advances were no doubt because the princes would see his advances toward the princess as a political threat.

I must go meet my future wife as soon as possible! hed declared before he rushed off without delay.

Even Grinahae was dumbfounded by his sons recklessness. At the same time, he was filled with a sense of What if?

If Geralt and Lowellmina were united in marriage, the Antgadulls would become one with the Imperial family. Plus, a future Emperor could be born from their line.

Grinahae had faith in his own ability. But if the rebellion succeeded and the current Empire fell to ruin, a period of warring states was liable to come about. Could he really expand his territory as far as Imperial domain? Thinking about that made his ego deflate.

Theres value in waiting until Geralt confirms whether his suspicions are true.

Would they steal Princess Lowellmina from Natra and follow through with their revolt against the Empire?

Or get Princess Lowellmina to marry Geralt and have the Antgadull line become part of the Imperial family?

The scales swayed in Grinahaes heart.

He never realized the scales themselves had been fabricated by two tacticians.

Grinahaes mansion stood in the center of the large port city of Salude in the Gairan State. It had originally been a villa for the royal family of Antgadull, but theyd surrendered their palace upon declaring vassalage to the Empire and made this mansion their stronghold as new marquis.

Salude was normally a lively place with a prospering fishing industry, but the town was currently packed with Grinahaes soldiers, who caused a ruckus wherever they went. Even when the people appealed to their feudal lord, he didnt particularly care or pay attention to their complaints. The soldiers were effectively under no leadership, and the residents, fearing they would run amuck, held their collective breaths as they locked themselves away in their homes.

Owl had left the mansion, observing the state of the town with side glances and occasionally peeking over his shoulder as he walked down an alley. He finally stopped in front of the door to a small house. He knocked twice, paused for a beat, then rapped on the door three times. It opened soundlessly, and he slipped inside.New novel chapters are published on

There were a few men dressed in civilian attire, but their demeanor carried a dangerous tension.

Howd it go, Captain? Any news of Grinahae?

The word fool was made for him. Owl tsked as he looked around at the men.

As his title implied, Owl led the people here. Their goal was the destruction of the Empire. Grinahae didnt know that hostile forces were secretly gathering under his very nose.

What Owl had told Grinahae was no lie. But he hadnt exactly told him the full truth, either. Like about his homeland.

And what about Geralt?

According to my men hidden among the servants, hell arrive in Natra soon.

Guess we wont be able to stop him And the investigations into the crown prince and the Imperial Princess?

One subordinate shook his head. No good. Its been tricky getting closer to them

The complete opposite to a certain idiot we know, Owl spat out with no attempt to hide his scorn, and he looked at all present. In any case, keep watch over Geralt, the crown prince, and the Imperial Princess. To overthrow the Empire, we cant even overlook a loose thread.

Yes, sir!

With their new orders, the subordinates began to move. Owl looked west as he watched them gotoward Natra.

Geez, to think the impossible would happen

The princesss visit to Natra had ruined their plans, which had gone off without a hitch until that point. Now even Geralt was trying to jump into the maelstrom.

Whats going on in Natra anyway? Owl couldnt help but wonder.

So, youre the crown prince, huh, Wein heard the moment he walked into the entrance hall.

There was a man in his late twenties with an entourage of a dozen and a rotund body that looked like hed never missed a meal in his life. His weak profile hadnt been chiseled by hardship. His clothes were made of the finest quality fabric and packed with gorgeous ornamentation.

One could say he dripped extravaganceor that he was drowning in it.

Its the first time we get to meet face-to-face, Prince Wein. Im the son of Grinahae Antgadull, Geralt.

Well, well, well, a warm welcome to you, Lord Geralt, Wein answered monotonously. Ive thought for some time that Id like to strike up a friendship with youan important imperial vassal. A pleasure to meet you. But I must admit Im startled by your visit. What can I help you with?

Geralt put his enthusiasm on full display as he proclaimed, Ive come for my one and only beloved flower, Princess Lowellmina, of course.

YO, IS THIS GUY SEEEEERIOUS?! Wein involuntarily screeched inside his head.

It went without saying that this was the palace in the Kingdom of Natra. It was the backbone of the national government, run by a conglomerate of important people with Wein at its head. The compound was heavily guarded, of course, and it wasnt a place for unsolicited guests to wander in without notice. On occasion, dignitaries from foreign nations were invited to the palace but not without meticulous arrangements beforehand.

In short, an aristocrat waltzing into the palace with his entourage wasnt just rude. It made people question his sanity.

And to say youre here for Lowa!

Hed heard from Ninym that Geralt was in love with Lowellmina. There was no question that hed happened to be home to read Weins letter to the marquis. That appeared to spark a flame in Geralt that spurred him to arrive at the palace. Which brings us here.

Well, Lowellmina had invited herself, too, on the surface. But her visit had been planned ahead of time. It was nothing compared to this madness.

Dude, I couldnt care less if you snub me, but, like, the least you could do is pretend to respect me!

Since his arrival, Geralt hadnt bothered to put on an air of reverence for Wein. He probably saw himself as equal to Wein or above him. If the Kingdom of Antgadull had retained its independence, he would have been a crown prince, too. Its not hard to imagine why hed feel this way.

That said, this put Wein in a tough spot, since it set a bad example to those in the room who respected him as their lord.

I understand.

Wein decided they needed to take this conversation elsewhere, pronto. He took this opportunity to reassure those around him by putting Geralt in his place, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

We get blinded by love, according to ancient proverbsand it seems you couldnt escape its clutches, Lord Geralt.

Yeah, youre right.

I was being saaaaarcastic! Taaaaake notice! Wein begged.

Geralt went on, dashing his prayers. And? Where does my princess await, pining for me?

Shes not pining for anyone. Wein held back his thoughts.

There is no need to hurry, Lord Geralt. You know it takes a while for ladies to get ready. And to meet a man of your caliber? She cant even have a single strand of hair out of place. Be generous with your time. Isnt that what makes or breaks a man?

Youre right. Guess I lost my composure for a little there.

Well, more than a little, but there was no reason to point that out.

Ive prepared a room for you to rest for the time being, and well have a banquet for the two of you in the evening.

Dont mind if I do.

As he was escorted away, Geralt strutted around like he owned the place with his attendants in tow. As soon as he watched them disappear, Wein murmured with exhaustion.

Well thenNinym.

Yes. Right this way. She guided him to a nearby room.

No one was there, save the two of them. Wein let a teeny sigh escape his lips.

WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU COME HERE, GEEEEEEERALT?! he roared. Seriously, dude? Who in their right mind would come here?! To the palace?! Of a neighboring kingdom?! When no one invited you?! Wein wailed.

He shot Ninym a look. Hey, dont you agree with?

He trailed off because Ninym was in the worst mood ever.

U-um, Ninym? Wein asked timidly. His frustrations evaporated in an instant.

She spat back. Geralt was looking down on you the entire time.

Y-yeah, well, he is the heir of an Imperial marquis. Its fine.

No, its not, she asserted. There was no room for argument. Theres nothing fine about it.

If he had a slip of the tongue here, hed be her next target.

Wein chose his words carefully. Yeah, youre right. But you shouldnt be angry with him on my behalf, Ninym.

Youve got no right to tell me whom I can be angry with and why.

But I do. Youre my heart. And I wont forgive him for monopolizing you.

This made even Ninym look startled. And Wein wasnt just going to let this opportunity slide away.

Besides, being mad will only make you slip up. Better to think of something that makes you happy.

Okay, but what does it mean if its not an accident?

He was befuddled but continued to read, and Geralts life story unfolded before his eyes.

Geralt Antgadull was born the eldest son of an Imperial marquis and grew up lacking nothing. While in his familys territory, he experienced no agony or conflict or frustrations or regret. Like a carriage on a paved road, his life was one smooth journey from point A to point B.

But that all changed when he reached the capital. Hed been sheltered by privilege all his life until he became the target of merciless scornas Antgadull the Traitor.

For someone whod been coddled since the day he was born, this stressed Geralt out beyond belief. And as a result, hed turned to alcohol and love affairs, dripping gold and jewels, and surrounding himself with yes men. Hed gained a notorious reputation as a prodigal son, even in the Empire.

And then he had a chance encounter with Lowellmina at a certain soiree. Hed tried to get her attention many times thereafter.

If this was love at first sight, the situation could have been salvaged. But the truth was way different. Geralt had known she was popular and thought hed be accepted if he could win her affections. Hed desired Lowellmina out of a subconscious inferiority complex.

But his unwholesome advances would never capture her heart, and shed continued to coldly evade him. Soon, he became furious. How dare she dismiss the eldest son of a marquisImperial Princess or not? Did she think hed let this nonsense slide?

Upon hearing the news of her visit to Natra, Geralt couldnt keep his rage in check, exploding in a fit of anger. On the surface, she was enjoying a trip abroad, but Geralt had heard it was to discuss marriage with their prince. He whipped every one of his servants bloody and cursed Lowellmina to the extent that he would have been arrested for insulting the Imperial family had he not been the son of a marquis.

And then he had returned to Antgadull from the Imperial capital.

Why?

To attack Lowellminas entourage on their way home from Natra.

BWAH?! Wein spurted internally as soon as he read this. Is this for real?

He immediately turned to Ninym, who calmly nodded. Her cheek twitched slightly, which must have been because she hadnt expected Geralt would take things to the extreme.

Even Wein never expected the son of a marquis to plan an attack on the Imperial Princess over petty personal resentment. Based on what he read, it made complete sense for Geralt to act this way. He believed Lowellmina had betrayed him, and he wouldnt be at ease until he made her understand by his own handuntil justice was served.

But that had changed with the letter in question.

After Geralt had read it, hed bawled his eyes out without care of being seen by others.

Ohhhhhhh, I knew I could trust her. Shes finally understood my feelings.

The fact that hed once cursed her was wiped from his mind. Taking its place was the image of his wife, Lowellmina, by his side as he was blessed by the citizens of the Empire.

Which is why he told his father he was going to Natra and rushed off to collect her.

I see. Wein gave a small sigh as he finished reading the documents. Hes seriously bonkers

He recoiled in disgust.

Hed thought Geralt was a bit odd, but this. This was something else. If thered been anyone else Wein could have used otherwise, he would have done so without question.

What a cruel trick of fate. To think that he had to work out a way to tie the knot between this guy and his friend, Lowellmina

Well, whatever.

Without a second of hesitation, Wein found his solution. My needs come first. Plus, Lowa put half of this on herself! She brought this on herself!

If the person in question could hear his thoughts, her face would twitch, no doubt.

Wein stared at Lowellmina as if to provoke her. Besides, if you cant even control this guy, you can kiss your dreams of becoming Empress goodbye, Lowa.

She must have felt his gaze, because she cracked a small smile.

Unlike Wein, Lowellmina had no pawns to investigate Geralt for her, but she must have grasped his temperament from their time at the Imperial capital. She knew she couldnt deal with him using normal methods.

And even then, she knew she could get him to do as she wished. Shed show them all. Her smile was one of confidence and pride.

But that was when the subject of their war of wills spoke up, upon noticing Wein and Lowellmina communicating with each other in silence.

Oh yeah, the two of you sent me that letter. Are you two old acquaintances? Geralt asked, a dark jealousy brewing in his voice.

The duo picked up on this. In fact, they expected him to harbor resentment, meaning they werent fazed in the least.

Yeah, from when I was studying abroad in the Empire. But wow. What a shame. If Id known you at the time, Lord Geralt, I would have struck up a friendship with you. Wein weaved in the truth with lies.

Geralt gave a small nod. Huh. I spent a long time in the capital, but I hadnt heard any rumors of you, Prince Wein. How did you spend your days there?

If hed been stupid honest and said that hed faked his identity to attend the military academy and ranked top of his class, Geralt would have twisted his face past its limits.

Wein spoke in half-truths. I wanted to immerse myself in the arts, but there was so much for me to learn in the Empire. I spent much of my time in a mansion there. The only form of entertainment I had came from swinging my sword.

If that were true, it wouldnt be unnatural for Geralt not to have heard of him. But in an unexpected turn of events, Geralt latched on to something.

Huh Youre good with a sword?

Well, I have a modicum of familiarity.

Wein felt that this might take a turn for the worse but had no time to stop Geralt from pressing on.

What a coincidence. Im quite confident in my swordsmanship.

Youve gotta be kidding. It only took a moment for Wein and Lowellmina to come to the same conclusion.

Well, everyone in the room would have the same realization. Based on his body, muscle mass, footwork, and everything else, he had to be far from a swordsman.

Then why would he fib?

Hes pissed about me and Lowa being buddy-buddy. Hes probably plotting to beat me in a sword fight and put me in my place, Wein guessed.

If that was the goal, anyone would say he should have picked a different challenge. But Geralt hadnt chosen sword fighting at random.

They had no idea that Geralt glowed with satisfaction when he won against his own servants on a regular basis. Well, it was more like he was unaware that his servants struggled on the daily to think of the best ways to be defeatedall to avoid invoking his wrath.

In any case, Geralt wasnt lying when he said he was skilled with the sword. At least, he didnt think he was.

Geez. What do I do? Weins eyes latched onto Lowellmina.

She responded with her own look of shock. Youve no choice but to give him a decent fight. Appease him.

Um, Im sorry. A decent battle? Thats the hard paaaaaaart.

Ill cheer you on. Woo-hoo. You can do it. Lets go. Lowellmina was looking rather composed, since she was just going to spectate.

Damn you, Wein cursed.

So? What do you say? Lets demonstrate our swordsmanship before Princess Lowellmina, Geralt proclaimed.

His declaration riled the room. Of course, it did. Both Geralt and Wein were important figures. If either of them got hurt, itd be a humongous problem.

Your Highness Ninym took a step forward from behind him.

Wein held her back with a hand. Not to worry. This will be a good show. The wooden swords, he commanded, shedding his coat and taking one.

He stood in the center of the hall. The vassals and servants nearby scurried away to make room.

Geralt faced him with a sword of his own. And the rules of the game?

Whoever drops their sword first, loses.

They faced each other as they both adopted a stance.

This was when everyone was certain of Weins victory.

It wasnt because of nepotism. His opponent was unstable on his feet, trembling in place. Compared to that, Weins breaths, gaze, and sword were steady, making the difference between their abilities crystal clear.

But the two fighters were thinking about other things entirely.

Ill have the prince act as my foil. Geralt was certain of his own victory.

All right, gonna wrap this up with minimal damage. Wein was busy plugging away, thinking about their reputations and what might follow afterward. I need to let Geralt have all the glory if I want my plan to work, but I have a name to live up to, too. I cant let myself lose without a scuffle.

Which meant his best target wasthe wooden sword in Geralts hands. His grip was weak, and itd be easy to knock away. Wein would let go of his sword at the same time as Geralt. Itd be a tie.

Thats why he had established those rules as the condition for victory.

If Im being honest, hes so sloshed he cant swing that sword around. I bet hell get pooped. Ill get him out of breath in a few strikes and then make my move.

With his plan in stone, things were set into motion.

HYAAAAH! Geralt hollered as he kicked off the ground, as though he was no longer able to stand the silence, springing toward Wein.

There was nothing deliberate about his swings as he rushed in. Itd be easy to counter, but it wasnt the victory that he needed.

Heh

The wooden swords clashed, and a dry thud echoed through the hall.

Then twice. Three times in succession.

Wein analyzed Geralts movements and sword position as he pretended to be pushed back.

In time, his opponents breaths became labored and his charge weakened, just as Wein had expected. The moment had come. Wein took a breath, calculated his timing and

Now!

He charged.

Geralt tripped up over his legs.

Whaaaaat?

Was it because he was drunk or was he pushed down by the force of his opponent?

The answer was unclear.

Geralt lost his balance as if in perfect synchrony with Weins charge.

He pitched forward, his head drooped, and oddly enough, it propelled toward the sword that Wein had swung with the intent of knocking out Geralts weapon from his hands.

HEY NOOOOOOOOOOW! Wein screamed internally. At this rate, Geralts head would become a ghastly work of art that no one would dare to look upon twice.

NOOOOOOOOOOO! TUUUUUUUUUUURN! Wein focused all his strength in his arms.

And responding to his muscles and prayers, the wooden sword miraculously shifted its trajectory, skimmed past Geralts face, and smashed into the sword in his loose fist.

A dull sound and a sharp shrill overlapped each other. One thud when Geralt fell over, and the other when his sword clattered to the ground. Wein stood frozen in place after he followed through with his swing. He slowly broke from his stance and dropped his sword.

Cheers erupted around him.

From an outside perspective, it seemed like a perfect victory for Wein.

Since Geralts rep was shot from the beginning, even the Imperial delegation was clappingjoining the vassals of Natra, whod been rooting for him from the get-go.

Wein was being showered with applause, and Lowellmina was spectating. Both were thinking to themselves:

HOLY CRAAAAAAP! I FRIGGIN WOOOOOOOOON!

WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAAAAAT?!

Their silent screams were in unison.

Because hed been using all his strength to change the trajectory of the sword, he hadnt been able to let go as planned when they clashed against each other.

Which meant he didnt have the chance to make it a tie.

M-maybe I can trick them by dropping the sword now? Wein tried this petty trick, but the public wasnt buying it.

All the gears in his head turned as he scrambled to find something else to do.

Your Highness! Ninym called out.

Wein whipped around, and there, face full of shame and rage, was Geralt. Hed picked up his fallen sword, attempting to rush Wein.

Oh, crap.

In that moment, Wein panicked over the surprise attackwell, he might have, if he was someone else. Wein could defend himself with his own sword, easy. But itd do more damage to Geralt, who was acting like a coward for hounding Wein despite his indisputable defeat. Itd be incredibly difficult for Geralt to save face.

I could defend. But that wont change the fact that he attacked me. Parrying would do the same. In any case, Ive got no choice but to avoid him. And naturally, to make it appear as though Im not dodging!

Could he do it?

He had no other option.

Wein waited until just before Geralt closed in, calculated the attack with all his heart and soul

And he dodged it, spinning to face him as though theyd just passed by each other.

Its perfect !

He could insist that Geralt had just tripped and eaten dirt as he went to pick up his sword. Wein made eye contact with Geralt directly across from him.

Apologies for disclosing this information this late in the game, but its integral to mention that the banquet was being held on the second floor.

And while they were fighting, the two had moved precariously close to the walls.

And of course, the walls had windows, as they often do.

And Geralt plunged right into one.

Ah, Wein said.

The windowpane shattered into pieces in an ear-splitting collision.

Oh, Lowellmina said in surprise.

Geralt didnt just break the window with his momentum. His upper half went right through the frame.

Wai the duo raised their voices, watching his bottom half slowly rise

And he slid out of the window.

They heard a weighty thump against the ground.

Everyone in the room stood frozen in shock upon witnessing this scene.

Ninym was the first one to instantly respond and recover enough to move. Shed been hanging out in the back and pushed her way through the crowd, gripping onto the window frame and leaping down. Jumping from the second floor was nothing to her.

And then in order, Wein, Lowellmina, and the servants clambered to the window in a fluster and peered over its ledge.

S-Sir Geralt?!

Ninym! Is he okay?!

With everyone watching, Ninym fell to her knees beside Geralt, who was stretched out on the ground, and checked his condition. A few moments passed before she gave a grim look.

Well. I dont know what to say. She looked up at the two and spoke nervously. Im terribly sorrybut he has passed on.

Wein and Lowellmina turned to stare at each other in perfect sync.