Chapter 175: Saved the princess, pity she

Without the interference of the conspirators, things went much more smoothly.

When sleeping at night, Triss asked Geralt many details about the curse and the murderer, and at the same time, she told him the results of the interrogation.

Baron Ostrit was indeed the culprit behind this matter. Through magic, Foltest even managed to extract from him a list of several nobles who had helped stir up trouble regarding this affair; it wouldn't be long before these people were liquidated by the King.

And as the murderer of the Queen and the Princess, this Baron Ostrit would face extremely severe punishment and have his title revoked. His family would also be implicated; it was estimated that even his relatives would hate this fat man who did such wicked things to death.

Geralt was not surprised by this result, but Triss was very happy. She lay on Geralt's chest, drawing circles with her finger, and said with a pleasant expression:

"My dear, you shouldn't have left so soon. I really should have let you see the expression on that damn fat man's face. He was crying and wailing, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy—he was just like a coward."

"In the past, this fat pig was an arrogant and stupid bastard. He didn't look at anyone except nobles. He even said in public that sorceresses were bitches, if not for King Foltest treating him as a friend and intentionally protecting him."

"I would have cursed him long ago to turn him into a real pig."

The red-haired beauty's tone was quite angry; she had suffered quite a bit of frustration from Ostrit in the past.

"It's a pity that His Majesty the King trusted the wrong person. It was precisely this trusted friend of his that led to the death of the Queen and the Princess."

As she spoke, she hugged Geralt's arm and asked with a concerned tone: "Are you confident about tomorrow night's operation? Do you really not need me to go in with you and assist you?"

Geralt reached out and pinched the sorceress's cheek, earning a roll of the eyes from her, and said with a smile:

"Just drive the striga out of its coffin and don't let it return before sunrise, right."

"I am very confident about this, but I am a little curious: if I use a bomb directly to blow up its coffin into pieces, is it destined to have the curse lifted?"

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At dusk the next day, Geralt bid farewell to Triss and King Foltest who were waiting outside, and walked alone into the royal crypt located in Old Wyzima.

As a royal crypt, it was decorated quite luxuriously, but ever since the royal palace moved away a few years ago, all the royal coffins here had also been moved to the royal crypt in New Wyzima.

Now, only a single ornate stone coffin remained, still sitting alone in a burial chamber, and no one dared to touch it.

Because that was the coffin where the former Princess Adda, now the striga, resided.

And around this coffin, dozens of human skeletons, eaten until only bones remained, were scattered, and no one dared to come in to collect them.

After Geralt walked into this crypt, he came to the center of the crypt with ease. He took a look at the Princess's coffin, which had no movement at all at this dusk hour, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, released his senses, and entered a meditative state.

This was not his first time coming here, because no one dared to come in to transport the iron cage, he had already run back and forth here more than ten times, and spent quite a lot of time setting up traps.

Now everything was ready, only waiting remained.

In the meditative state, time passed quickly. The sunlight outside the burial chamber had completely disappeared before he knew it. After meditating for a few hours, Geralt's ears suddenly heard some sharp sounds of fingernails scratching against the stone coffin.

He opened his eyes and looked.

The Princess's coffin not far away indeed had movement. The heavy stone coffin lid was pushed open a crack, and several sharp black claws reached out from the gap in the coffin, grabbing the lid and moving it bit by bit. At the same time, there was a beast-like panting coming from the gap in the coffin, as if a terrifying monster was walking out of its lair.

The harsh sound combined with the unknown monster seemed quite terrifying in the cold and silent crypt.

Regarding this situation, Geralt felt no fear at all.

This time, he only brought the Statikk Shiv hanging at his waist. Not to mention that this striga was not his match at all, even if this monster wanted to fight him to the death, the witcher with the Elder Blood basically occupied an invincible position in terms of running away. If he failed, it didn't matter; at worst, he would run away today and come back tomorrow. Anyway, this monster had to return to its lair when the time came and dared not stay outside.

Now that there was plenty of time, Geralt reached out and cast an enhanced Quen Shield on himself, and also cast an Yrden Magic Array on the ground that could restrain monsters.

Then he folded his arms across his chest and watched quietly as the striga inside the coffin struggled to push open the heavy coffin lid above its head and poked its head out from the coffin.

This monster had an ugly head, fierce eyes, a bloody mouth, sharp fangs, black rotting skin, muscles exposed all over its body with a layer of foul-smelling mucus attached to them, long limbs, and fingernails like sharp sickles. Only its head had some hair, and it looked quite terrifying.

Seeing this monster, Geralt felt a trace of disgust instinctively. It was hard to imagine that inside this man-eating monster was a princess under ten years old, and she was the only heir to the Kingdom of Temeria at present.

After the striga crawled out of the coffin, it suddenly saw Geralt standing not far away, seemed to be slightly stunned for a moment, and then let out an excited roar as if it had seen a delicious meal.

It didn't have any thinking at all, or perhaps it was just a low-intelligence monster. Seeing the food right in front of it, it immediately kicked its feet, the sharp claws in its hands suddenly spread out, and with its bloody mouth wide open and drooling, it pounced toward Geralt.

Facing the attack of this monster, Geralt's expression was calm, and he accumulated Chaos Magic in his hands. When the monster rushed in front of him.

His figure disappeared instantly like a phantom and appeared behind the monster, or more accurately, appeared above the monster's back.

Geralt did not hesitate at all, and a strike of the Aard Sign in his hand instantly hit the monster's back from top to bottom. The huge impact force directly knocked the monster to the ground, as if it had been pressed directly to the ground by an invisible hand, unable to move at all.

And the Yrden Magic Array on the ground immediately played a restraining role. The invisible pulling force made the striga feel as if it were tied to the ground, making every move quite difficult, which made it unable to help but let out a painful roar.

Having succeeded in one strike, Geralt did not stop his movements at all. He looked up slightly at the huge iron cage hanging on the top of the crypt, and after confirming that it had completely covered the striga below and would not crush it to death, he instantly drew the short sword at his waist and cut the thick hemp rope tied to the wall.

Click, click, click, click, click! Under the sound of rollers turning, the iron cage weighing several tons fell from the sky, directly trapping the striga, which was trapped on the Yrden Magic Array below, inside this cage.

At this time, the striga in the cage also broke free from the restraint of the Yrden Sign. It stood up, let out an angry roar at Geralt outside the cage, and kept waving the sharp claws in its hands, attacking the cage that trapped it.

Unfortunately, these iron bars, which were as thick as an arm, were very sturdy, and the whole cage weighed several tons. Even if the striga had amazing monster strength, it still could not destroy it.

Geralt walked to the cage and carefully observed the state of the striga. After confirming that it indeed could not escape from the cage, he condensed Chaos Magic again and released an Yrden Sign on the ground to restrain it again, making its movements even more difficult and consuming the monster's physical strength.

Under the persuasion of Triss and Keira, King Foltest finally decided to just guard outside the crypt and wait for the result of the matter.

So Geralt did not need to spend any more effort to invite the King in and then protect him.

He only needed to sit by this iron cage, guard the striga inside, replenish the Yrden Sign from time to time, and give it a little lesson when this monster made a big fuss.

Things went very smoothly, perhaps because Geralt dealt with this curse early, and the striga had not grown as strong as when Geralt of Rivia dealt with it a few years later.

Although this monster was trapped in the iron cage and kept struggling and resisting, it ultimately could do nothing.

Until a few hours later, the sun rose, the rooster crowed, and the sunlight shone in from the windows of the burial chamber.

And the striga in the iron cage withered into a ball under the sunlight, lying on the ground. The skin and muscles on its body all turned into black pus, and the monster's original body size slowly withered until, at the very end, it revealed a thin, naked young girl inside.

However, having the lesson of Geralt of Rivia almost having his throat torn by the striga, Geralt did not let go of all his vigilance. He stood up, cast a Quen Shield on himself, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, walked to the cage, and reached out to poke the child's body.

Seeing that she had no reaction, he simply used the wooden stick to flip her over, letting her face also shine in the sunlight.

And just at this moment, this little loli suddenly opened her eyes, opened her bloodshot mouth, and bit down on the wooden stick Geralt had extended, directly causing the wooden stick to fly with wood chips. A pair of tender palms pulled the wooden stick, and the strength was quite great.

However, this was just the final struggle. Geralt did not pull out the wooden stick but let her bite the wooden stick a few times like a puppy, and the fingernails of her hands scratched out many claw marks, until the sunlight completely covered her body, and this thin loli finally fainted completely.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 176 =====