Vizima's royal palace was exceptionally luxurious, serving as Foltest's most important residence.
As a king who had ruled this nation for over thirty years, Foltest lacked neither wealth nor willingness to spend extravagantly on the palace where he and his daughter resided. Consequently, the entire palace complex was constructed with extraordinary magnificence, modeled after ancient elven architectural styles.
Elegant and captivating marble statues, spacious and noble stone halls, brilliantly colored stained glass windows, and vaulted ceilings.
The overall appearance was both exquisite and grandly imposing, carrying the distinguished bearing worthy of royalty.
Under Captain Vincent's guidance, Kiriman passed through multiple layers of guarded checkpoints, finally entering the resplendent audience hall where he encountered the man seated upon the throne.
Foltest's face appeared sowhat gaunt, his stature not particularly tall. Years of war against the Nilfgaard Empire had left him looking sowhat weary.
However, compared to those nobles who indulged in wine and won, living decadent and dissipated lives, this king appeared quite capable—his eyes alert and gaze sharp, giving more the impression of a general or elite warrior than a monarch.
When he noticed Vincent and Kiriman entering, his attention imdiately focused on the witcher's tall, powerful physique.
Even throughout the entire Northern Kingdoms, few possessed such impressive muscular build, making him quite striking to behold.
For this battle-honoring king who enjoyed leading soldiers on the front lines, he naturally felt considerable goodwill toward warriors like Kiriman.
Within the audience hall, besides King Foltest and so servants, court officials, and guards, there was also a short, stout middle-aged man who appeared rather slick, his eyes carrying a shrewd intelligence.
He stood respectfully below the king, holding a scroll of parchnt and apparently reporting sothing.
Judging by his attire and appearance, this was likely the current mayor of Vizima City—the seasoned minister assisting Foltest in governing this city, Lord Velerad.
Reportedly, over a decade ago when New Vizima City hadn't yet been established and citizens still lived in Old Vizima, this portly official had already served as mayor here.
He was also the one who initially recruited the White Wolf Geralt to handle the striga curse commission.
What surprised Kiriman even more was that the red-haired sorceress Triss was also present in the audience hall, wearing an elegant, dignified gown as she stood at the king's right hand, apparently assisting with governntal affairs.
When she noticed the witcher entering the audience hall, her beautiful face also showed surprise.
Captain Vincent paid no mind to these reactions. He strode directly before the king, knelt on one knee, and announced loudly:
"Your esteed Majesty."
"This gentleman is the witcher master I recomnded, Mr. Kiriman Germann."
"His capabilities far exceed ordinary n's."
"In just two days, he eliminated two hundred and fifty drowners from the waterways, along with nurous other monsters, and brought back their trophies as proof."
"This represents a remarkable feat."
"Currently, his commission paynt remains unsettled and requires Lord Velerad's attention."
"However, Master Kiriman expressed interest in attempting to find a thod to remove the residual curse affecting Her Highness the Princess."
"I specifically ca to seek Your Majesty's opinion on this matter."
Though Captain Vincent's appearance was ordinary, his report to the king in the great hall was delivered with clear articulation and concise efficiency.
Hearing this report, Foltest's expression showed clear emotion.
Unlike those nobles who had never seen battle—those worthless gluttons—he understood perfectly what it ant to eliminate over two hundred monsters in just two days.
This surpassed ordinary human capabilities, making him recall that witcher who died in the Liivia massacre—the witcher he greatly admired, the White Wolf Geralt.
He looked at the calmly composed Kiriman, then at Triss and Velerad who were equally astonished by this news. After pondering for several seconds, he spoke in a sowhat low voice with clean efficiency:
"Velerad."
"Settle paynt with this witcher promptly."
"Additionally, allocate one hundred Orens from my treasury as reward for his contributions to Vizima."
Having said this,
without waiting for the portly mayor's response, the gaunt-faced king turned to Kiriman and asked with a tone carrying both anticipation and doubt:
"Witcher, answer ."
"Are you confident you can remove the residual curse affecting my daughter?"
"I've consulted many world-renowned masters, none of whom found a solution."
"Can you succeed?"
Hearing this father's query filled with both hope and skepticism, Kiriman t Foltest's gaze fearlessly. After considering for two seconds, he responded:
"I've studied Her Highness's condition, Your Majesty."
"The striga curse is rooted in the soul—it has grown alongside Her Highness for over a decade, already rging completely with her soul."
"Soul-related issues are particularly tricky;
the slightest misstep could harm the patient."
"But the striga curse must be completely eradicated to prevent recurrence, otherwise it remains like a seed easily exploited by those with ill intentions."
"I have approximately fifty percent confidence in removing this curse."
He wasn't lying—he had studied knowledge of the striga curse through both Berengar's teachings and Kogrim's mories, understanding its severity.
Originally, he had no solution either. For more chapters visit novel⦿fire
However, after acquiring the [Soul Projection] skill, he genuinely had so confidence, hence his statent.
"Fifty percent confidence?"
Hearing Kiriman speak so knowledgeably and professionally, Foltest lowered his eyelids, half-closing his eyes as he considered the credibility of these words.
After several seconds, he turned to seek Triss's opinion.
Upon learning that the sorceress would soon investigate the plague incident alongside the witcher, and receiving her recomndation to attempt the treatnt,
Foltest fixed his sharp gaze on Kiriman's eyes. After maintaining eye contact for over ten seconds, he finally stated:
"I will permit you to attempt removing my daughter's curse, witcher, but you must guarantee Princess Adda's safety."
"She is my only legitimate heir, the Princess of Teria—you should understand the significance of this."
"If you can completely cure the princess, you will receive substantial rewards."
"Wealth, fa, and status—whatever you desire, I can provide it."
"But if the princess cos to harm, as her father, I will have your head severed without rcy."
Teria was a powerful northern kingdom, making the king's threat carry considerable weight.
Yet Kiriman showed no change in expression upon hearing this. Appearing quite confident, he nodded calmly and said:
He looked at the calmly composed Kiriman, then at Triss and Velerad who were equally astonished by this news. After pondering for several seconds, he spoke in a sowhat low voice with clean efficiency:
"My treatnt thod is extrely safe—even if it doesn't remove the curse, it won't cause harm to the princess."
"This much, I can guarantee with certainty."
His [Soul Projection] skill remained at too low a level—even attempting to harm soone would prove difficult.
Foltest gave a noncommittal nod, then turned to Triss and declared:
"So it's decided."
"Triss rigold, you must accompany the entire treatnt process to ensure the princess's safety."
"If this witcher attempts any improper actions, I authorize you to eliminate him."
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