Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of the witcher. Those are property of Mr Sapkowski and I using Netflix series canon mixed with the books and my twisted version of the lore.

Warnings : Some gore and blood. Mentions of wounds and body horror at some point. Depressive mindset.

Notes : This is a fat chapter with a lot of things happening and a lot of subplots. The previous one was more a transition. It's quite dark for some part but I tried to incorporate geraskier shenanigans a lot here and there is some humour.

A little sacrifice - Part 2

Mermaid

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The weakness was something that Geralt was feeling more than ever. He tried to accept it, he tried to ignore it, he tried to forget it, but love was inside of him now, like a parasite… He was lying to himself though. The truth was that now, even if he blamed this side of him for everything, he wanted that in his life, in a weird way. He was afraid to lose it.

His tormented years with Yennefer had brought so many new colors to his existence but now he was just confused by the relentless black and white palette of his world. She left a hole in his heart.

The White Wolf was howling in silence…

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Geralt took a deep breath, trying to ease the pain of the sudden and unwanted reminder that he lost the woman he loved. The air was smelling salt and iodide. The wind was strong and cooling the air, but this was a nice summer morning.

Bermervoord was a beautiful coastal city state, part of the Cidaris peninsula, a small rich kingdom of the west. This was the most interesting to Geralt's eyes because it had unique and very impressive volcanics reliefs, like no other place on the Continent. The dark, sharp stones were engaging with the sea, the sand and the sky, bringing strong light and shadows to the landscape. Clear lines and blurry horizon. Things that were mirroring his mindset.

He was there for a mission but Jaskier had told him there were interesting things to see for him there, and he agreed to stay a little bit more, before and after the hunt. He had an appointment with the Duke Agloval the next day and was currently waiting for his friend, in front of the beach.

Everything felt strange to Geralt since his separation with Yennefer, a few months ago. He was angry and sad all the time and those strong feelings didn't seem to fade this time. He currently felt quite lost in his own life. Jaskier had been sharp and vigilant. He noticed very early the signs of his heartbreak and, while he was trying to escape the world again, he forced him back to civilization quicker. This was the good approach, he could feel the difference but he was not really healing properly.

The sea side was popular, there were a lot of people walking on the beach. He was observing them, sitting on a bench. Solo walkers lost in their thoughts, couples, hands in hands, families, friends chatting and laughing, sportifs running, swimming, surfing. So much agitation around already. The afternoon promised more people, more noise.

Geralt sighed and looked at his telephone, Jaskier was due to arrive any minute now. His eyes drifted again toward the people, searching in them a spark. The spark that he was afraid to lose everyday. Attraction. A potential love feeling. He was afraid that his heartbreak would destroy that precious thing in him. It never worked for him with visual contact only though. People were just people. Not attractive, not repulsive. But with his growing experience, he knew that there were physical traits that he was liking more than others, and that was what he was looking at, just to know if he still liked them somehow - to keep his internal gears turning. He searched absently in the multitude for specific curves, lines, some shapes hidden by the clothes, some expressions, some attitudes.

Today was not the day. People were just shadows in his mind - he couldn't see them. But he spotted Jaskier right away, even from afar. He smiled discreetly. His friend was the anomaly in the picture. People of Cidaris had a strong taste for black and white - which was great for him for a change. Bermervoord inhabitants had some nuanced blue in the mix, but Jaskier was sporting a pink shirt with big yellow flowers and brown trousers. This was a blatant faute de goût but he was bringing something fresh out of a monochromatic composition.

- "You don't understand the use of buttons, don't you ?" Geralt said when his friend stopped in front of him, hands on hips, with his horrible shirt opened almost to the belly, and almost sliding off one shoulder.

- "This is the perfect use, buddy." He replied, smiling from one ear to the other, before sitting next to him. "So, how was your trip ?"

- "Easy. They have good roads down there. I was pleasantly surprised to hear that you were there. I thought Cidaris wasn't a place you liked to visit because of… you know who."

Jaskier was a guy quite easy with people, except for two categories : those who treated others like crap, and specifically his musical rival : Valdo Marx. The man had the whole second category just for himself. This was a personal war that was going back to Oxenfurt and Julian. Geralt couldn't say he had seen a person his friend hated, except Valdo and father. Even Yennefer, he was accepting more than that.

That singer was competing in a very different musical genre than Jaskier but at the annual musical awards, Valdo was always first before him, and due to their past, this was driving his friend mad. The rival singer was from Cidaris and very well known and appreciated here, not to say a local star.

- "Sometimes, you have to walk your enemy's path." Said Jaskier, smirking. "But to be fair, there is a more interesting person in this kingdom than him and you will meet her tonight. I have booked a table in a restaurant..."

- "Jaskier…"

- "... where she plays. Bloody hell, buddy, let me finish before giving me conclusions."

- "I thought you wanted to push me in the arms of a lady you chose for me."

The young man grimaced.

- "She is my heart sister, you brute."

- "Sister ?"

- "Heart ! Sister." He insisted. "Anyway, she is marvelous and it's been years since I saw her. She is touring this part of the Continent and writing new songs. She told me that Cidaris was inspiring her and that she was staying there for quite some time, so I decided to pay her a visit. Your mission for the Duke Agloval is a juicy bonus for me. If that hunt is good I might have a bardic inspiration too."

Geralt laughed. Jaskier was so keen to go on missions with him. This muse inspiration that he had on his fights was incomprehensible for him. But it was true that it was making some great songs out of it.

- "You are terrifying me sometimes."

- "Why's that ?"

- "For me, hunts are my living. This is a job. For you, it seems like a drug. You don't enjoy me killing monsters, right ?"

- "This is not the killing part I like, Geralt. Sometimes this is just very sad. But there is something beautiful when you fight, and this doesn't have anything to do with your sword and gun. Even when you fight with words, the thing that I like is there."

- "And what is it ?"

- "You."

- "I don't see it."

- "I know."

Geralt looked back at his friend. The young man - like he was always seeing him - seemed older today. He was still fit and he had very little display of the time on his body but right now.

Jaskier always had been a strange mix of youth and maturity, but this wasn't correlated with time. But now and then, things felt real and painfully normal. Vesemir's words tend to resonate in him in those moments. His human friend was almost forty now and Geralt was flirting with the century. More than ninety years old and he hadn't changed a bit, except for the scars. The sad reality was that the male human longevity was around eighty years. Which meant that his sunshine might have already burnt half of his life.

- "What ?" Asked Jaskier, feeling his gaze on him.

- "Nothing…"

- "Well if there is nothing, let's have a walk."

Jaskier got up and invited him to come with him. He told him that knew the city well and had already planned this vacation day for them. Geralt wasn't accustomed to such things but his friend had a way to combine what he liked the most in life with a civilized approach, so he let him do his stuff and didn't protest.

They walked side by side, for about two miles, following the coast and almost leaving the city behind. Jaskier was speaking a lot, as always, giving him news of the Continent and Geralt was smiling because they were going to a less populated place, a wilder landscape, a place where he would always feel better than a city full of tourists. They walked for more than a hour, quitting the coast for some time to get to empty roads and then some mud paths, in a small wood, to turn suddenly full west toward the sea.

The noise was what got Geralt first. Sea birds screaming.

They arrived at the most incredible viewpoint. The volcanic rocks were showing already in the wood but they suddenly revealed torturous shapes, spiking like sharp spears toward the gray sky. The waves were raging against them, forming a sparkling white foam. And dancing in the air was the noisiest crowd of seagulls he ever saw. Hundreds of birds nesting on two distant gigantic lava dikes, planted in the sea, defying the elements and the gravity for probably thousands of years. A bit too close to the massive rocks and the ragings currents there were some boats. Probably fishers.

- "This is called the Dragon Fangs. We better see them from here."

- "This is spectacular." Admitted Geralt. Jaskier was looking at the distance with a nostalgic smile.

- "I always love the sea."

- "Jaskier. Why are we here ?" He asked after some time filling himself with this wild energy.

- "Because you love these places and I was feeling that the city was already a bit too much for you."

- "And ?" He knew there was more.

- "And I want to be here too, before the cage is closing on me, and us."

Geralt's blood ran cold.

- "What do you mean ? Spill the beans, buddy."

- "I mean that after years of battles, I have lost." Jaskier gave him a sad smile.

Geralt understood right away what his friend meant. He put a hand on his shoulder.

- "You cannot be human then ?"

- "Not exactly…" The singer took a deep breath before continuing. "The cost of my humanity is a part of my freedom."

- "What ?"

- "Redania is granting me the status of human refugee I am asking for, if I contribute to the grandeur of the kingdom in a way, in return. My fame is shining bright for them, as I was an Oxenfurt student. And they want me to form the future generations of Redanian artists."

- "Oxenfurt is where Julian suffered..."

- "Yes… But I don't have a choice. Father is in the background of my life, trying to get everything I possess now. My renewed fame the last few years had sharpened his teeth. He wants more all the time and I legally don't have the right to fight back. He will eat me alive, if I can't be human. I have to accept the Redanian proposition or let him win. I guess this is a little sacrifice."

- "How is it acceptable ?" Geralt knew that for Jaskier, that was no little sacrifice at all.

- "It is not." He confirmed. "But I tell myself that maybe I can change things in Oxenfurt academy and prevent other Julians from suffering like I did. That would be something that I could live for. I don't know what else to do."

- "I want to kill your father." Geralt almost growled.

- "Yeah… I guess that." Jaskier dryly laughed. "But I don't need you like that. I need my friend here and now, and feel the joy of being alive and free like those birds. Just know that those moments will still exist after I settle, but will be rarer. I looked at the official dates. We may still have three or four months during the year when I could elope with you."

The witcher had tears in his eyes. Not from the future predicament, that was only bringing anger, but from the current kindness and the past wounds.

Yennefer was usually doing similar things with him but in a less shared way. Before she knew she would hurt him, she always forced the events to be almost perfect. They had some incredible days and nights. But it was for her to get the best of it before she revealed the dire situation and she forced him to step away. This always felt like the end and that was one of the reasons, their separation hurt him badly.

Jaskier knew that of course. But he tried to change that feeling, proposing to have a great time knowing the issue from the start and not letting suspicion destroy every potential joyful moment. Geralt grabbed his friend by the shirt and initiated the most awkward hug, but he didn't care, there was none to judge them. The first surprise passed, the hug was reciprocated and intimate - not in a sexual way but full of love for each other. Only them knew what it meant.

Geralt didn't want to lose his friend - and technically he wasn't - but the events were testing their bond and while he was feeling that we would need him more and more in his life, everything tended to separate them. He squeezed harder than usual, and Jaskier responded the same way.

- "I never met anyone like you, buddy." Whispered Geralt.

- "Neither did it."

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They spent the whole day together, trying not to dwell on the sad future, but trying to create good memories to help them fill the gaps to come in their life.

They had returned to the city center for lunch and looked at the local specialities.

Bermervoord was known for its aquamarine. Divers had to face great danger to collecte it inside the some submerged veins in the lava rocks. This was why blue was part of this city much more than anywhere else in Cidaris. Jaskier was looking at some jewelry for his sister. He said that it was her anniversary soon and that she loved the color blue.

They didn't stay long there though and moved for the next attraction : the aquarium. Geralt was very curious about it. Eskel had seen it once a long time ago. He told him this was a new perversion of humans against nature and their witcher job but that it was impressive at the same time. Geralt went to a lot of places, visited a lot of museums, but an aquarium was a premiere. This was a very unique place on the Continent, where humans captured living sea creatures to show them behind a glass. The idea was already weird to him.

- "Can we agree that the mermaids are classified as monsters ?" Asked Jaskier while Geralt was unfolding at the map they were given after they bought their tickets.

- "Well, as much as dryads in my opinion. But they are not a threat to humans unless provoked. There are more hazardous humanoid creatures than mermaids. Why ?" He replied, reading the first lines of the brochure in his hand.

- "Come and take a look."

He looked up and followed Jaskier's finger. There was a large poster, on a reserved alley, partially covered by a blank paper but it was too thin to hide what was behind properly. They could clearly read that in a few weeks the main attraction of the aquarium would be a mermaid. There was even a drawing of the creature from which they could see the silhouette.

- "I think the aquarium might be a bad idea." Said Jaskier looking back at him nervously.

- "Hmmm probably. But this is a good way to judge Agloval too. This is said here that this place is an initiative from the Duke." He gave him the paper. "Having a mermaid locked in a tank could be considered as a war act by the sea peoples, you know. Are you free tomorrow ?"

- "You want me to come to the rendezvous with you ?"

- "Yeah. I am sure your linguistic abilities could be put to good use if the mermaid case or the sea people are linked to my hunt." Jaskier smiled.

- "The pleasure will be mine, buddy."

They visited the aquarium and Geralt was both fascinated and really scared by all he saw. Eskel was sadly right and his first opinion about the Duke was quite low.

Many species had been captured and half of them were actually highly sentient creatures and monsters. The tanks were already too small for most of the fish.

The criteria of capture was clearly more visual than a real attempt to show the ecosystem. Animals and monsters were taken and displayed mostly for their visual attractiveness. Some had beautiful colors or strange shapes. Others were totally misunderstood and more often than not hurt to fit in other species' spaces. Seeing mutilated Kelpies used as decorative assets was a hideous view for him. He could see their attempt to communicate with the spectators forming shapes with what was left of their seaweeds like tentacles.

Geralt began to comment on everything for Jaskier to understand what he was seeing and how wrong it was.

- "They don't know what they are doing." Said the singer after he told him about the Kelpies.

- "I am not so sure… They are doing something but this is wrong." He said looking back at the map. "In a few rooms there is an exhibition of their rarest specimens hunted. And the names given as examples are all highly sentient creatures, animals and monsters… and they are proud of it."

And they didn't lie on the brochure.

From the roof were suspended the skeletons of the biggest sea creatures found in the navigable ocean : whale, selkiemore, dolphin and all around, in magic stasis containers, were displayed bodies of many humanoid specimens. The most impressive was the Nixa because of the size of its wings and its resemblance to a woman. Its feminine attributes were artificially shown to attract male attention, twisting its body in a weird position. But what disturbed Geralt the most was the obvious terrible way those creatures were hunted. They didn't even try to hide the evidence.

That Nixa was over killed by incompetent human hunters. From afar he could count seven bullet holes at least in the most random places.

To the contrary of humans, monsters were hard to kill solely by gun wounds, except from a direct shot in the head, and even then they could take time to really succumb. For course as a witcher he didn't always have clean sword fights but he always tried to kill fast when he had to. The silver sword was the most effective for most monsters. Here, there was no precise aim, they only counted on the number of hits and the blood lost to kill.

On a wall, there were photos of some of the "proudest" takes. Dolphins and sharks displayed hooked by the tails. Selkiemore and whales spiked with so many giant harpoons and dragged by chains, leaving behind the boats blood trails. They had water hags and mutilated drowners carcasses in heaps at their feet while displaying the less damaged corpse straight for the picture. The captains and the sailors were named as heros in epic tales of the massacres.

Suddenly he was back in a very specific bad mood. Witchers were humanoid monsters as much as those creatures displayed there. If he was shot down by the same human hunters, how many bullets would be necessary to kill him ? He had survived already having his throat ripped open and many dreadful wounds. Would he be hunt that way some day ? Some were already doing that non-human races of the Continent on the ground. He reminded what Chireadan said about the gnomes executed in Rinde. Maybe this was his future.

He turned his head toward the next tank. This was a Vodyanoi. And it was even worse than the Nixa. Ten, twelve, fifteen impacts… And children were laughing and mocking its ugly appearance. They didn't even know how intelligent those creatures were. He grimaced.

- "Geralt, are you ok ?" Asked Jaskier, putting a hand on his shoulder.

- "Not really. I don't blame the public much for reacting the way they are but this place is a simulacrum of a museum or whatever educational purpose it wanna hold. They don't respect life and they barely give the correct informations about their specimens. They didn't even try to hire witchers to properly kill them or have more accurate things to tell about them. They are totally unaware of the real danger those species represent or the real ethical dilemma of exposing them dead or alive in this place. Look at this one." He said pointing at the fish-like humanoid body near them. "The title is correct but this is simply written, sea monster as description. Vodyanois have a civilization we can barely understand in its complexity because they live too far underwater. They have clothes, weapons, they speak. It is like exposing the corpse of an elf. And they didn't even kill those creatures properly or respected their flesh. They have shot this one fifteen times, probably on their boat, while he was trapped inside a net, and left him there for hours under the sun." He explained to Jaskier, showing him the holes in the body and the clear rope shape discoloration on the skin due to sunburns. "Vodyanois don't usually come near the coast, they purposely hunt this one for this masquerade, like the rest of it… If other members of its species know what happened to this onw, this could be very dangerous for the human population…"

- "Okay, let's get out of here. I think we have seen enough for today."

Geralt nodded but as they were walking toward the exit, a sound caught his attention, or to be more precise it was a voice. He stopped Jaskier and asked him to listen. The environment was too noisy for his human to distinguish the voice in the multitude.

- "I think this could be the mermaid. It is coming from there." He pointed at a room with a barrier and two vigils in front of it.

- "I can make a diversion if you wanna take a look." Jaskier proposed, smirking.

- "You read my mind, buddy. We find each other at the hotel ?"

- "Deal."

Jaskier gave him the address, winked and just walked back to the humanoid monster's room, with his phone in his hand. It took only five minutes to put the social media at work. His own phone vibrated when he received the notification as much as thousands and thousands of fans around the Continent. But the objective was those present at the aquarium.

They usually had no difficulty visiting places, even if Jaskier wasn't the most discreet person. The effect of the popularity of "the bard and his White Wolf" was more a question of attention. Some people noticed them but it took some time, or an accident, to have a collective recognition. While they kept moving in crowds, being like everyone else, most people ignored them. But there was something else that could provoke a gathering : Jaskier giving his localisation on social medias. That phenomenon was very impressive and they had used that technique a few times during hunts.

This was working. Geralt saw so many people looking at their phones suddenly and then rush toward the room where the singer was, ignoring his presence, even if he was part of the known duo. Soon there was a distinct crowd movement as a lot of people were curious about the sudden attraction.

The guards didn't seem to know if they had to go for security or not. Geralt didn't have much to do to make them quit their assignment. An Axii sign and a few instructions were all that it took for them to follow the movement. He passed the barrier and entered the secret room.

There was a long corridor with pictures of the coast and then a very large room separated in two by a thick glass. The voice was singing in a strange elven language. He could recognise some roots with elder but this was too different for him to properly understand. That could be a work for Jaskier. The mermaid was lying in the bottom of its tank on some dark rocks, under blue artificial lights.

It was a female specimen. She stopped singing when she noticed his presence. He approached slowly, nit to scare her. She sat up and observed him. It was hard to tell her real skin tone because of the lights, but she was slightly iridescent, from the tail with the larger scales to the humanoid part of her body. Even the human-like parts were covered in scales but they were very hard to see. Only the light playing on them could show this attribute.

She was a very beautiful woman to human standards. She had generous curves and a pretty face, even with her third underwater eyelid making her eyes totally black. Her long hair, probably green, was floating around her gracefully. Her gills situated on her chest and neck were moving at a slow rhythm, showing that she wasn't scared.

- "Can you speak the common language ?"

- "Yes." She replied, tilting her head and producing bubbles. She had a nice voice.

Speaking underwater wasn't hard for a mermaid. They had a very complex double respiratory system.

- "Are you ok ?"

- "Yes."

- "Do you know where you are ?" He tried.

- "Yes."

- "You are in danger here."

- "No."

She smiled, revealing the sharp dentition of her species. Mermaids were fully carnivorous. Geralt frowned. She seemed to be here willingly.

- "Now, go away, monster hunter, or you will have some troubles." She said, still smiling, which was quite uncanny.

He obeyed but he wasn't not comfortable with the situation. The guards weren't back and he went out unnoticed. Jaskier's diversion was still working so he took the advantage of it and quitted the aquarium with a lot of questions in head..

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They were both back at the hotel that Jaskier had chosen, one hour later. This was a small place outside the city center. He had waited for him in Roach, in the parking lot and the singer came in a location car, again. Geralt was guessing why, sadly. They shared their respective experience at the aquarium before taking the keys for the room.

Their place was small but nicely arranged. They had seen better. They had seen worse. Geralt was looking at Jaskier's Nomee while his friend was arranging his belongings in the small closets. He couldn't help but smile.

That day, despite the emotional revelation of the morning and the strange experience at the aquarium, several new stupid photos of fun moments were taken and Jaskier had posted his favorites. They were all from the most random event of the day, during their lunch on a terrace. Jaskier asked for a picture of him eating his meal for his social media. He was posing as always. Geralt took the photo but saw a gull plunging and kept taking photos during the skydive. The bird literally stole half of Jaskier's fish in his plate and left in a chaotic and noisy fight with him.

The face of his human was pure gold and made him laugh like he hadn't for a long time. Jaskier laughed too and captured his genuine smile by surprise in return. The whole chronology was now online with a funny description and Jaskier's fans were as delighted as they were. Especially after the special moment he gave them at the aquarium.

Geralt was not usually interested in their reactions but some comments were touching him differently this time. People were having fun about the whole scene of course, but there were a lot of nice things said about his smile and it felt weird to be publicly acknowledged as "the most sexy mutant of the Continent".

- "Why do they say that ?"

- "Because this is true, smart ass." Jaskier replied, putting his bag in the closet.

- "But I see my scar here, and this is not beautiful."

- "Yeah, but they see that you are happy and the kindness in your golden eyes. This is not because your face is not perfect, that you are not beautiful, buddy."

- "So why do you pose for them or try to seem better, most of the time, if they like what is genuine and natural ?"

- "Because, I reserve that for people I love." He turned slightly to him and winked. "Now… Please change your gears. Can I remind you that tonight we are seeing my little sister. I want the natural and genuine clean you. There are traces of badly washed dirt on thoses."

Geralt laughed discreetly. This discussion about appearance was always a strange topic full of contradictions for him. He was a simple man. He stood up, putting his phone on the table and took his own bag that was sitting near the bed. He removed from it, clean shirt and trousers, both black.

- "No problem." He grinned.

- "You are impossible, but I fucking love you !"

Jaskier was facing the closet again while he removed his own shirt. For a brief moment, Geralt noticed the ghost scars on his friend's skin, reminding him how twisted the future was, and he shuddered but he refused to let this change the great mood. So when the pink and yellow shirt hit the ground, he said.

- "I am glad that you don't keep this atrocity on you."

- "Oh shut up !"

Jaskier put a more simple looking white shirt on. This was a very good quality and he could distinguish small flowers discreetly embroidered on it. His friend turned toward him and provocatively slowly buttoned the shirt up, stopping just between the belly button and the pecs. Rising an eyebrow and smirking, he said :

- "Fashion per - fec - tion. In your face mister hunter."

Geralt changed his clothes in turn. Then he crossed his arms on his chest and exclaimed in a monocordous and purposely dark voice :

- "Sobriety for the win."

Jaskier didn't anticipate that from him and laughed so hard that it took him several minutes to properly calm down.

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More than a restaurant, it was a sort of cabaret they were going to. Round tables, dim lights and a stage. Essi Daven was the artist present tonight - Jaskier's proverbial sister. Her portrait was displayed in a large frame in front of the restaurant. She had very long and wavy blond hair. A large lock was hiding half of her face and her only visible eye was from the most beautiful blue.

This was a much more classy place than the small restaurant where they had lunch and Geralt had to make an effort to feel comfortable and was focused on simply eating. But when Essi Daven entered the stage, the room's mood changed. She was there, in a simple but beautiful blue dress, lightened by a single side plunging spotlight, with her guitare and her voice. And there was no one else.

- "I told you she was exceptional." Whispered Jaskier smiling at him, misunderstanding his wonderment expression.

Because Geralt couldn't let the magic work on him. He was attracted to this lady but he sensed a ghost danger surrounding her. He was intimidated. In the shadow of the stage there were two other women. The mermaid of the aquarium that Essi's voice was bringing back, and Yennefer who owned his bleeding heart and all his desires.

Jaskier's sister had the same attractive power as his friend when they first met and held everything he was struggling with now. She had some of the things he was searching for this morning with a magnetic charm.

Where are your sharp teeth or your claws ? Which monster are you ? Are you gonna hurt me ?

Geralt shivered. His weakness mutated again but he couldn't quite grasp its shape now. He looked back at Jaskier who had closed his eyes and was simply enjoying the moment. He was muttering the lyrics with a soft smile lost on his lips. He tried to do the same and the songs sent him somewhere deep inside of him. A wave of nostalgia hit him but it was not as painful as he feared. He let Yennefer resurface more and the anger softly vanished, songs after songs.

The final round of applause was what broke the moment, he had let the siren bewitch him.

- "What happened ?" He asked Jaskier who was looking at him with unequivocal love.

- "I think Essi might have healed your heart a little bit." His friend's smile was both sad and happy. "Not mine." He added. But he soon pushed away his own pain and declared. "Let's wait for her, outside. Let's have proper presentations."

I hope you enjoyed that long chapter.

Next one we meet Algoval and the problem Bermervoord is facing.

See you soon !