Chapter IV

-Artes-

Nessa and I have gone to look around Vizimia Trade Quarter. She told me that you put your cock near the dangerous one this morning. I warned you. Hopefully, you know what you are doing. It's not just the two of us anymore. Nessa and this child are our responsibility now. Keep that in mind, love. But whatever you decide, I'm with you to the bloody end.

Besides that, I am extremely pissed off. A servant came by today and asked if we would like him to move our things to 'our' manor in the trade quarter. Imagine my surprise when I found out from a stranger that we weren't going to Novigrad. But I know you keep your word and we'll get there soon. So, I told him to move us in.

Finally, Raza has left a gift for you on the bed.

Love,

Lydia 'Lessa'(You need to make that happen as well. Especially if you want me to stay in Vizima)

P.s. We need to talk .

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"Haha. I'll get right on that. Inventory Open. Book of life." He called out.

A twelve-inch by twelve-inch, five-finger thick leather-bound book appeared on the desk. This book was created shortly after Artes discovered his near-omnipotent crafting ability. It couldn't craft master quality items, but all he needed were decent and durable items crafted to his specifications.

He started with small things like knives and metallurgy compounds that advanced to modern work like 10xx steel, 5160 steel, CPM 10v steel. As long as the forging process was written in detail and the diagram had an accurate forging process and assembly instructions were detailed. It worked.

Knifes turned into swords, scales, compasses, batteries, clocks, Magnifying glass, Microscope, he pushed the limit by designing modern components and worked up to full assembly. He was currently working on computer hardware. As a blood lord born in 10,000 BCE, Artes learned many things. And though those things weren't reflected in the codex until the skill is performed by him, in his current life --The knowledge and experience were still there.

One of Artes' favorite things in his old life after combat was science. He sought to fully understand the Humans, Vampires, Shapeshifters, Werewolves, and Witches. For Centuries he studied. Poking, prodding, and killing many people. It was a love not easily vanquished. And life in a new unknown world was a perfect place for a man with the mind of his caliber to work unimpeded.

But right now. At this very moment, Artes was designing a ring. Something that women of this world would kill for. And as he listed the final materials needed. His crafting tab updated. It read Singer's Ring. In his past life. As a blood lord. Well, vampires of any rank coveted what is known as a singer. A mortal with the sweetest blood that sings to any vampire who is listening. Their blood was like a drug that vampires couldn't resist, and the sweet scent was more of a siren's call than an actual song.

However, A singer's ring is a tradition held by those who meet their singer and control the urge to drink them dry. Those vampires start a love affair that could topple empires. It was a sign of soulmates. True love surviving its most dangerous test.

Eventually, those mortals will be turned into vampires by their lover and give them what's known as a singer's ring. A ring of true love forged in blood and venom. An irrefutable promise that bound two souls together for life.

Shutting the book of life, Artes tossed it back into his inventory and walked over to the bed and picked up the present left to him by Raza. He tossed the package from one hand to another and felt the weight. He smiled when he recognized the feeling.

"When the training is done and we part ways," he said to himself. It was hard not to think back to all his moments with the old man.

The time the old man looked into his eyes and that old spark became a flame again. The old man stuck around since then. The days he tirelessly trained Artes to increase his strength and skill. After all, no man wants to bury his son. And that's how the old man thought of him.

The secrets of the viper school were passed down. But in between all of the sword-swinging and monster education. The old man taught him about the world. And though Artes knew many things, he took care when Raza taught him to stitch his clothing, cook a meal, skin a dear, shave, and so on.

And just as Raza never had a son, Artes never had a father. Artes went through the motions not to deceive the old man but to experience what he had never experienced before.

"It was fun while it lasted, old man. I guess I'll see you in Toussaint someday." Artes unwrapped the gift and it revealed an old worn tome. When he opened the cover of the book he discovered a note was left for him.

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The Note left by Raza said:

-Artes Lessa-

I'm not an idiot and you never treated me like one. I'm old and although you reminded me of it every time your punk ass opened your mouth, you never treated me as such. The years that I spent with you were the most thrilling I've experienced in the last 350 years. And I wish I had the strength to spend another 300 more with you. But, this the end of the road for me. The sorcerer cursed me, Artes. My time is nearly up, but when you read this I would have already left White Orchard and be with my old friend, Vesemir - A Master Witcher from the school of the Wolf. You can trust him.

This tome is one that holds the knowledge of the Goetia. I figured if anyone could handle it would be a former Blood Lord. It's connected to the Amulet -I know you didn't destroy it. Use it wisely and you be sure to tell that kid of yours all about me. Take care of the family and most importantly, yourself.

I won't be in Toussaint. So don't go looking, Son.

With Love,

Raza

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The first tear I ever shed in this world was gifted to Raza and I don't regret it. I remember the time when I told him about my past. The Old Goat poured me another tankard of mead and said: "Well fuck, son!".

I heard the door open but didn't care. My tears hadn't finished falling and my memoirs were still on replay.

"Are. Are you okay?"

"Aye. I'm just saying goodbye to a fri-", I had to stop mid-word. It wasn't the right word. "I'm just saying goodbye to mine, Father. You want to join me?" I ask

I feel her arms hug me from behind and her head rested on my back as she held me. "My...I'm sorry. I'm sorry you lost him. And I would love to join you if it was a serious--"

I put on a half-smile. "Of course I was serious" I interrupt. "Just wait a bit until Lydia returns. Clear a room for us. Something Pri… No, clear the great hall. If you can."

Her hug tightens and as much as she could. "I'll do it. It's what a friend will do. "

We stood still for a while longer before we faced each other. Her beauty was like a ray of sunshine the burned away the grief. Adda had mastered simple elegance and displayed a superb beauty that needed no makeup or royal dress.

"What?" she asked coyly

"You look amazing, Princess."

I wanted to devour her. But the absence of blood lust was replaced with just lust. The princess blushed and changed the focus of the conversation by pulling the old tome from my hand.

"What is this?" She asked.

"A book of magic. It was a gift." I reply.

"You can use magic?" She looked shocked.

"Maybe. What would you say if I could?"

"I would ask if we can become instant best friends if I take you to a secret room of magic?".

"Depends. What's in this room, Adda?"

"I like it when you call me, princess. It sounds less proper and more loving coming from you"

I chuckle and reword my question. "What's in the room, Princess?"

"How about I show you. Seems like you can use some distraction" She said.

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-White Orchard, Temeria-

In the stables of the governor's manor, a silver-haired old man with two swords on his back spoke to a young man with a scruffy beard.

"Artes says you need to disappear for awhile. He should be here no later than a fortnight and he'll find you."

"Why should I believe you witcher?" asked the man.

"Time is of the essence and my boy is counting on me. Axi" The silver-haired man put the younger in an impressionable state of mind.

"You will leave the governor's manor and stay away until Artes Lessa finds you. You will speak to no one and remain hidden. Now go" he commanded.

The young man turned away and moved at a hurried pace. The old man watches and was about to prepare his last teleportation crystal when a scene caught his eye. The Governor's son -Florian, came out and attempted to stop the huntsmen. But to no avail.

The exchange was a few whispers. "We need to talk, Mislav."

"We have nothing to talk about. What you are doing is wrong. But I love you. I have to go away for a while. Know your secret is safe with me. Rest easy."

Mislav continued on his path away from the manor. And the witcher was flabbergasted.

"That damn boy is always on the money. Who would have thought --the governor's son. Haa, he makes witcher's inferior with his intuition." the witcher chuckled as he disappears in a burst of magic.

Sometime later. The witcher walked into a small-town inn. He looked around for a moment and spied a familiar face in the back corner.

Taking a seat at the familiar man's table. The two men locked eyes and the silver-haired witcher smiled. "It's been a while, Vesemir."

Vesemir stared at the man, shocked. "You should be dead. Grandmaster Rennes killed you"

"Haha, that son of a whore couldn't kill me if I let him. But then again, you Second generations were always inferior."

"What do you want, Raza the Witcher Alghoul?" asked Vesemir.

"To cash in. I saved your boy. Now, I need you to help mine"

"You- you made another? But where did you find…"

Raza cut Vesemir off. " I didn't. He's Human --mostly. But he needs help in Temeria."

Vesemir took a few gulps from his tankard. He sighs and replies, "I assume you want me to leave now?"

"I do," Raza then handed a pouch to Vesemir. "The Teleportation Crystal will take you to Vizima, ask the palace for Artes Lessa. He'll tell you the rest. Now get to it, time is of the essence."

Vesemir grunted and left the table to ready his things. Raza watched him leave and then left the Inn himself.

Sometime later, Raza appeared at the docks of Cidaris. He moved through the crowd of traveling merchants and did his best to avoid peddlers. But in crowded places, peddlers were a given.

A hand came down hard on Raza's shoulders. He turned to see a middle-aged man with a stupid smile.

"My name is Dustin. the universe's first and only, Interrealm merchant! I have unicorn horns, basilisk fangs, dragon eggs, wands, a fire that never stops burning, and Steel swords that slay men and beast alike. With my ship, I can get you anything, from anywhere my good man!"

Raza smacked his hand away and said "Kid I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Lay off the Fisstech, that shit will kill you."

Raza walked off and the man chased him down. "No. No. No. Look. The finest sword and dagger set in all the realm. Look closer witcher. The perfect blades for your school of the viper!". The odd man nodded towards Raza, viper medallion.

'The boy can you use another sword set, Raza.' the witcher thought to himself.

Raza grabbed the man by the collar. "Come with me. If your swords prove to be shit, I'll kill you and burn your shite goods."

"O-of course Master Witcher. I'm just a nerd, I wouldn't dare try to con a man of your standing." The boy stammered.

Sifting through the crowd. Raza arrived at the ship at the end of the docks. Boarding the ship, Raza got the attention of the hustling 15 man crew.

"Relax, boys! The witcher is with me. We're going to prove the quality of our goods. Set sail for Siren's cove!" The odd boy became surprisingly overbearing as he commanded his ship.

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Near Kaer Morhen, Kaedwen.

An ashen haired child could be seen running an intense obstacle course known as 'the trail', while many spectators watched. Each of the spectators wore two swords and had cat-like eyes. Traits heavily associated with the ancient castle of Kaer Morhen where the witcher school of the wolf was founded. Now a haven for decent witchers without a home.

Among the crowd of witchers, a Chestnut red-haired woman with cornflower blues watched the child intently with a face full of worry. She held the arm of the man next to her tightly. The more her anxiety increased the tighter her grip became.

'Relax, Triss. She'll be alright." The white-haired man spoke in a low gritty voice.

"I still worry." She replied. "Anything can happen, Geralt."

"I understand, but you spend too much time worrying about the girl when she's in anyone else's care but yours. So, just take it easy," he said.

Triss took a deep breath and continued to watch as the ashen haired girl came upon an obstacle called the Gullet. The gullet is a natural leap over a gully created by two huge mossy rocks overgrown with gnarled stunted trees. Beyond it, "the trail" turns into the woods and leads straight to Kaer Morhen.

About half a month ago when Triss first arrived in Kaer Morhen, she witnessed the young girl miss the jump and injure herself. Unlike Triss, the witchers present were filled with anticipation and hope. The sheer will of the witchers could be felt by Triss just as the Ashen haired girl pushed off the ground and went airborne.

It felt like an eternity for Triss as she watched. She forced herself not to turn away. Out of love and respect for the girl, she thought of as a little sister, Triss painstakingly watched.

Thud! The girl hit the ground rolled into a sprint.

"Fuck yes!"

"Wow! Way to go little one!"

"There you go, Ciri! Finish hard!"

The witchers cheered her on as she sprinted through the woods and to the gates of Kaer Morhen.

"Alright, you fucking rejects. These woods are dangerous… Now it's time to get to work!" Geralt shouted and the witchers savagely grinned as they all unsheathed their silver longswords and sprinted off into the forest to catch up with Ciri.

"What are they doing?" Triss asked Geralt.

"It's dangerous out here. To make sure Ciri makes it back safely. They'll kill anything that moves. Come on, we should get back as well."

Geralt began to walk but Triss suddenly felt a small surge within her. She didn't move a muscle as she traced the origin of the surge within her mind.

"What is it?" Geralt asked but Triss ignored him as she worked

"Vizima…" she muttered "Someone is touching my things in Vizima"

"Didn't you say, Aretuza sent a friend of yours to take care of your advisory duties. Hell, it can even be Fercart."

"No. Fercart and Keira wouldn't trigger the alarm." Triss waved her hands and the magic condensed a few feet away. In a small burst, an orangish black portal appeared.

"I have to get to my room. Do you want a ride?" she asked.

"Hmm. I'll walk" Geralt replied.

An instant later, Triss appeared in her room and touched a standing mirror in the far corner. The moment the image came to. Triss' worry washed away but was soon replaced by intrigue for a number of reasons.

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Royal Palace in Vizima -Triss' Room

Adda giggled as she covered Artes' eyes and led into a dark room. "Wait, don't upon them yet," she called out as she opened the window shutters to bring light into the room.

Triss watched through her mirror back in Kaer Morhen. She assumed that the princess was showing off for her latest love interest. And like always, Triss watched carefully because it always ended with Adda having a man executed in prison. If she had to, Triss was ready to teleport at a moment's notice.

"Okay handsome man, open your eyes" she cooed.

Artes' eyes opened and he looked around noticed the flower-scented room was covered in books, trinkets, herbs, parchments, and so on.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"This is the room of the woman who saved my life, Triss Merigold. My only friend after the Striga curse was lifted."

"Your favorite sorceress. The one that died in the battle at Sodden Hill?"

Feelings of woe washed over Adda and a pang was felt in Triss' heart. For Geralt, she had gone to Kaer Morhen and for Ciri she stayed. But now she thought of her other little sister, the one who had believed her dead. A sense of guilt came over Triss'. Tears swelled in her eyes.

Artes pulled the princess into a hug. "I'm sorry. I know how it feels...It'll get better though."

"Aye, I know. But, it still hurts right now." Adda stepped back and wiped the tears from her cheek.

"Okay. So it's a room full of magic, all for my special person. I gave orders to seal the room two years ago, so no one should bother you." She put on a faux smile and turned away.

Adda was suddenly grabbed by Artes. "Where are you going? Stay for a while. Lydia and Nessa went to the trade quarter already and I promised you a day."

"That you did."

Adda and Artes looked through the books on the shelves and took what they could read.

"Fire Magic."

"Earth magic."

"Water and air magic" they called out.

"What is this language?" Artes tossed Adda a book.

"I think it's Elder Speech. I saw similar characters written on the tomes of distant aunts and uncles" she said.

Thud! A book fell to the floor across the room.

Picking it up, Adda tossed it to Artes and said: "This might help."

"Read and writing elder speech" Artes read aloud.

Artes squinted and looked around the room. Unfortunately, he wasn't as adept as he wished to be in the magical arts. But he knew he was being watched.

Triss had caused the book to fall to help along whatever was happening with Artes and Adda. But when she felt Artes looking for her, Triss became curious about him.

Artes and Adda read for a bit and Artes simply skimmed through the pages as the codex efficiently recorded the pages and updated itself.

The two sat in silence until Artes began to ask Adda about herself. At first, she was a loss for words and then the story of how she became the princess was told in her own words. The pain and loneliness. The feeling of disgust that her body gave her. Her madness and the effects on her personality.

Though Artes wasn't shocked, Triss was flabbergasted at the princess' insight of her flaws and troubling ways. Things that Triss herself tried to guide her away from. Again guilt filled her as she felt that she had abandoned Adda for the hopes of happiness in a one-sided love affair.

In Kaer Morhen, Triss' door opened and Ciri ran over to Triss.

In Vizima, Artes had told Adda his story as an orphan. Up until the point he was reborn. He left out many details but gave enough to bond.

"Did you know who your mother is?"

"A bastard named Myrthe Lessa. She died during childbirth. Her parents left her in White Orchard after she was born from a union between a countess and a commoner."

"So you're nobility?" Adda asked excitedly

"Ehh sort of. The Governor told me that my grandmother was rumored to be Julia de Ruyter."

"The Countess Julia de Ruyter of Garramore, De Ruyter, and Kameny?" Adda was shocked. But Artes wasn't impressed. Those were titles the previous Artes Lessa would have killed to have. But he had already held lofty titles and was content with being a bastard with a happy family.

In Kaer Morhen, Ciri went wide-eyed with shock. "That's my Great-great Aunt. She was born a few years before my grandmother"

In Vizima, Artes replied. "Aye, but."

Artes was interrupted by the princess's outburst. "We're related! The countess' mother is Muriel, the legitimate daughter of Prince Amavet of Temeria!"

'Well, fuck' Artes thought. On the outside, he showed a less than impressed face.

[Main Quest: Bastard King]

[Secondary Quest: Legacies]

Artes cursed the codex internally.

"Don't be like that! This is amazing, not only can we be friends. We can be family...We can't tell my father, though. He'll have you killed. This...can be another secret, like this morning."

Artes chuckled and tuned his face closer to candlelight. Adda stared then grabbed him by the cheeks. "Your eyes amaze me every time I see them. They're so beautiful and green. Emerald-green."

"You amaze me every time I see you. Your eyes. These lips."

"I thought sellswords took what they wanted" she whispered.

"Ahh, I can. But you're special, Princess."

"How so?"

"Because I don't just want to take you. I want to break you. I want you to beg to be my royal slut." Artes' BDSM ability triggered and the feeling of helplessness filled Adda once again. An oppressive aura seeped from him.

"It was easier then," she said.

"What was easier?" Artes asked.

"Being wild and free. Not in control of my urges and subject to powers greater than my own."

Artes slipped back into predatory ways as he coaxed the princess. "Then give it up. You can become my woman. No more Subliminals and royal threats. You know what you need to do."

Triss watched as the two seemed to be falling in a trance but she didn't detect an ounce of magic being used. Her mouth then hung slightly agape as she watched the princess lept from her seat to straddle Artes and the two kissed with uninhibited passion.

Ciri enjoyed the show but couldn't help voice her thoughts. "Triss, He looks like me. Not the olive-brown skin but the hair and the eyes. but face and physique look a lot like extremely Elvish like King Corbett and Queen Fiona"

'They both had powers, girl. Just like you and your ashen haired mother and unlike your raven-haired grandmother Calanthe.' Triss kept her thoughts to herself and completely ignored the girl.

Artes pulled Adda back by a handful of her hair. The pain on her head turned to waves of pleasure forcing out a subtle moan.

" What do you have to say, princess?" he asked.

"Please. Make me your woman. Your friend, lover, whore, family. Fuck me the way you fucked her. I want to feel what she felt. Something real for the first time I've become human. Please, Artes. I just wanted to be cared for as the Adda the woman and not some cursed princess."

[Secondary Quest: Lv 1 The Princess' Man > The Royal Lover.]

- Princess Adda the White has taken a great liking towards you. The only Witcher she trusts is far away and her favorite Sorceress died in the battle of Sodden. Adda the White finds herself alone and surrounded by enemies. She has requested that you become her man.

In a turn of events, the princess has decided to give herself to you...

* Make the Princess of Temeria your Lover.

[Secondary Quest: The Woman Maker]

-You and Princess Adda have started a secret Affair. Consummate this new relationship by claiming her maidenhood.

*Bed the Princess before she leaves to White Orchard

Artes brought the princess in for another kiss. As the intimate exchange of saliva and the ballet of tongues took place. Adda's body began to tingle and get warm. Rising from his chair. Artes carried the princess to the bed and gently laid her down.

In one hard pull, Adda's velvet dress tore down the middle revealing her clean-shaven mound, succulent breast, and heart-shaped nipples. Along her stomach was a scar that stretched from the left side of her waits to just beneath her right breast.

The princess became embarrassed as Artes fingered her scar. She turned away but was forced to face him regardless of her feelings.

"I love everything about you, Princess. You don't have to feel ashamed about the things you can't change."

Artes threw the torn dress to the side, then removed his sash, tailcoat, and undershirt revealing his bare torso. It had suddenly become real for Adda and though she was years older than Artes, She lacked the experience.

Artes felt her body tense and calmed her with soothing words and a light massage. His hands moved with confidence. Her shoulders, arms, abdomen. The weight of the world melted away as her body decompressed.

Artes made his way to her shapely, long legs and worked her muscle. Relief soon turned arousal and her moan became pleasure-filled. Artes watched as her nether region began to glisten and sweet aroma graced his senses.

His gentle touch became firmer, and then rough. But instead of outright pain a masochistic nature boiled in Adda as Artes' ability skewed her sense of pain and pleasure. They slowly became the same as Artes toyed with her body.

Her legs hiked up and she moved her hips in an attempt to grind her sex against Artes'. With a stiff hand, he held her waist down and cupped her aching pussy. Playing with wet pink lips and teasing her clit brought new pleasure to the princess as Artes edged her closer to climax.

One finger and then another slipped into the princess. She gasped at the sensation of her hungry cunt graciously devouring all he had to offer. Artes twirled his fingers the pulled apart to stretch her tight little cunt. Adda moans and whimpers, twirling her hips to ride her lover's fingers.

Arching his two fingers, Artes actively thumbed at the princess clit as he worked her special spot.

Her nails sunk into his flesh but he only increased the speed of his movement and held her closer against his chest.

"Aaaahh. It's cumming!" she panted. Her head went back and her body felt like it was hovering above the bed. "Ar-- Artes! somethings. ….Fu--Fuuck.!" Adda's legs slammed shut. But it doesn't hinder Artes in the slightest. His fingers still moved and the low creamy stir of her pussy never stopped. It only became louder as her divine waters spilled over like an overflowing tankard.

Her body shook and the walls of her cunt convulsed. Artes forced her legs open. With his mystic hands a wave of caressed her most tender spots. With one last upward jerk of his fingers.

Adda cried out and Squirted creamy white and translucent fluids from her sopping cunt. The stream kept coming as Artes used his mystic hands to toy with her red pearl in fast circular motions. It was like a dam broke. The sheets puddle beneath them and Adda flopped around like a fish out of water.

When she finally came down. The princess was cloud walking. The world was beneath her and her spirit had ascended to a new height of which it had never experienced.

A new sensation subtly brought her back and she looked up to see Artes shallowly fucking cunt and stretching her to new limits. She let the feeling take her over and she barely noticed the sting of hymen being blown through.

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Kaer Morhen, Kaedwen

Triss was beat red as she turned the magic mirror off. She had suddenly remembered Ciri was present. But that was the least of her concerns.

"Ciri, go and find your father. And don't tell anybody about what you saw. It's not for the men to know. Now go." she said.

Ciri left the room and Triss slumped in her seat and exhaled. Her hands traveled to ends of her low cut skirt but she suddenly stopped.

"Fuck" she gasped " Adda just lost her virginity… The crown has a bastard Cousin. Ciri has a bastard cousin. Adda is fucking her cousin. And he might be of elder blood. No. No. No!" Triss smacked the desk.

And immediately went to arranged her megascopes. A few moments later a blonde-haired woman appeared.

"Well, Triss Merigold. Am I to meet you at the border or are you in trouble?" The woman asked.

"There's a man at the place. His name is Artes. What do you know about him?"

"And here I thought I could keep a secret to myself. Rumor has it that he's the grandson of Countess Julia de Ruyter. His beauty is that of elves or better yet, The countess Muriel's blood is strong in him. White hair, emerald-green eyes, he is definitely a source, I can fill it in him. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought Princess Pavetta had a bastard child."

"Well, you've been slacking. He and the princess Adda have plucked her cherry and now they are fucking in my chambers. Keira. I want a full legacy on that man, I want this kept from the king, and wherever they go, you go."

"Haha, but he already has a woman and a child on the way…"

"That only makes the scandal worse. Protect the throne, Keira, and send someone to speak to the fucking countess!"

Triss cut the conversation short and palmed her head. "Everything will be fine," she repeated it like a mantra until she relaxed.

Sometime later, she spied on her office again and watched as Artes dumped his load deep inside of the princess like a good night kiss. Pulling out of the princess, Artes was stand tall and the princess had tapped out. Triss didn't know if it was good stamina or the inexperience of the princess but she was impressed. But it only lasted a short while until thoughts of an unwed and pregnant princess of Temeria filled her thoughts.

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[Secondary Quests: The Royal Lover >Complete]

Reward: 500 XP

[Secondary Quest: The Woman Maker >Complete]

Reward: 1000 XP

1 Talent Point Gained - 30 Talent Points Available

'Hmm. Charcter Chart open. Magic.'

The Magic tab opened and sub-tabs appeared.

Magic Control 5/10

Space and Time 7/10

*Elementalist 0/1

'Allocate 5 points to Magic control and 3 points to Space and Time.'

*Elementary Sorcerer 0/10

*Baron of Space and Time 0/10

Elementalist 0/10

-22 Talent Points Available-

'Allocate 9 points to Elementalist and open the 'General' tab'

-Elementalist 9/10. 13 Talent Points are available. Opening General Tab-

-General-

-Gorged On Power 0/1

.Places of power now give an extra talent point but a one day wait period is activated between power absorption.

-Gourmet 0/1

Eating food increases Vitality for twenty minutes

-In Combat's Fires 0/1

Ignore the effects of mobs and special bolt effects

-Heavy Artillery 0/1

Increases bomb damage by 200%.

-Metabolic Control 0/1

Increases toxicity levels by 30%

-Survival Instincts 0/1

Increase maximum Vitality by 500

-Sensor 0/5

The range of your senses increase by 30% with each level

- Focus 0/1

Unstable emotions can be the death of magic wielders. Focus allows the willful suppression of emotions.

-Rage Management 0/1

When exhausted or in rage. Magic can be performed by adrenaline and will, to protect the life of the caster

-Sun and Stars 0/1

During the day, Vitality regenerates by an additional 10 points per second when not in combat. At night Stamina regenerates by an additional 1 point per second when not in combat.

-Durability 0/5

Body strengths by 30% with each level. Skin, tendons, muscles, bones, and blood.

'Allocate one point to each skill, Then take me through 'Books' and run me through the new additions. Save the tutorials for later.' Artes then laid back on the bed next Adda and closed his eyes. All of the information in the books he had just skimmed through transferred to his mind. And the Tutorial tab was then updated.

Checking his XP scales. Artes saw his points were now 11,500/210000 until his next level up. The last thing to check was his Quest tab. There was one new secondary quest titled, Legacies. The goal was to recreate his genealogy tree. He then checked the main quests tab for the quest, Bastard King.

-Main Guest: Bastard Quest-

- You have discovered that your origins aren't as simple as they seem. In a world where chaos rules supreme, a fisherman or a distant bastard relative of the royal family can claim the throne. You are possibly the bastard descendant of the King Goidemar, by way of Prince Amavet.

*Become the King of Temeria without Assassinating The King. But you must assassinate at least one lord to complete this quest.

It was an interesting quest but one he will be putting off for a long while. The next quest was related to one of his abilities and elder blood.

[Main Quest: Emperor of Space and Time]

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Later that night Princess Adda threw a party in the palace. Everyone was invited, even the commoners. Many nobles thought Adda was pulling a power play to demonstrate her will to rule and gather the support of the commoners who despised the Princess. But in truth, It was just a party so Artes could have fun and let loose.

During the night, Artes informed the King that he would take the deal to protect the Princess during her trip to White Orchard. That night Artes Lessa was Knighted and became Artes of Vizima. This made the King's Sorceress -Keira Metz, extremely anxious. She advised the king against it but he paid her no mind. He was a man of his word and the words had been spoken. Nothing could have stopped Artes from being knighted but the secret Keira couldn't tell.

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The Next morning, Artes woke in his new manor to the sound of knocking on his Manor. Servants were a luxury he couldn't afford at the moment, so sleep was something he could not overindulge in.

Dressed in a slim crimson robe. Artes opened the door to see a witcher. "You must be Vesemir. Come in."

The old wolf walked in and looked around. "Here's the deal. I have affairs to tend to in White Orchard. While I'm gone my family isn't safe. Can you protect them While I'm gone?"

Vesemir thought of the debt he owed Raza and nodded in affirmation. "Good. Pick a room. You're a friend of Raza's then you're a friend of mine. I have to get to the Palace. Introduce yourself when the women wake up."

Artes turned and left to dress for the day. Sometime later he could be seen walking to the palace reading his tome on demonology. The benefits and flaws of the creatures.

When Artes Arrived at the palace to was as quiet as an ordinary day. Though the stables were busy with servants. Moving to and fro with luggage. But what attracted Artes' attention was the blonde-haired woman ordering everyone around.

"Sir Artes.."

Artes closed his book to see the princess dressed for travel. "Good Morning, Princess" he replied.

The lady blushed and the two brushed shoulders as they passed. "I looked forward to seeing your home, My lord. Please take care of me…" she whispered.

Artes smiled as he continued to his last meeting with the king.

"Ahh, Sir Artes Lessa. How is the Manor suiting you?"

"Perfect. But it would be better if could get a good night's rest." Artes replied

Foltest continued to write on his parchment as he asked: "What's keep you?"

"Lies, Sire. Not just any lies. Lies from people I ought to trust but it's good that I never did."

Foltest finally looked up and put down his quill. "Please. Enlighten me."

"Why are you so eager to get your daughter out of Vizima? It's hard for her to find a husband. That will be remedied on this trip, you have my word. But a knighthood, a manor, 100,000 Orens?"

"The Governor said he trusts you and my advisers say it's good to call especially with another war coming."

"There it is. When do you leave?" Artes cast the Axi sign though, he hated witcher parlor tricks. He lacked a proper spell arsenal.

"Meeting at Hagge. Vizimir II and Hanselt aren't to be trusted. The princess must leave. Enemies and allies wish her dead." he replied.

"In that case. I'll protect the princess but see my family looked after."

"Aye. And my sorceress, Keira Metz. She will travel with you"

Artes grunted as he left the palace and the travel party waited on him. It was a large and easy target. It made Artes feel uncomfortable. With one loud whistle, the people gawked at the site of his Sleipnir.

"Tyr. Follow me back to White Orchard. We have a princess to protect, boy" he ruffled the horses mane and stepped into the carriage with princess Adda. But notice that Keira Metz was also present.

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"Will you miss your family lord?" Asked Keira. Artes and Adda eyed the sorceress

"Of course. I plan to return after the Princess is settled and make her my wife. I have the ring and all." he replied.

"Hmm. how interesting."

"I'll say...I feel sorry for her. The burden she has to bear for being with a man like you." said the princess.

"Oh, she has help when she likes."

"Hehe, I believe you. I meet her at the banquet last night. She was very... sweet. I can tell she's special." The princess replied and Artes winked

Keira sighed and stared out of the window. This is going to be harder than I thought, Keira reflected on the situation.

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Artes laid naked on Adda's soft enveloping tits. As they rested in the carriage. The large party slowed the travel time to White Orchard and as a result, they had to rest on the road. It was a hassle getting the sorceress to bug off. But when she did. Adda couldn't help but ask for another serving of her lord.

"Somethings on your mind," said Adda.

"I've been presented with opportunities and I'm just trying to figure out what's best for my loved ones."

"Am I being considered in these decisions?" she asked.

Artes kissed the princess on her forehead and said, "Of course you are. It's because of you that I think so hard. Now, be quiet girl and go to sleep."