"Yennefer, you must be crazy to go meet that mage." Triss, seeing that her friend was determined to meet the court mage of the Seven Kingdoms, couldn't help but speak while holding the shoulders of the beautiful witch before her.
"Why be so worried? He's not a monster that devours people." Yennefer rolled her eyes and spoke in a helpless tone. Since Triss returned from Westeros, she discovered that her friend had become more cowardly than ever.
"Doesn't devour people?" Triss wanted to open Yennefer's head and see what was inside. "He defeated Stregobor, a Grand Master over a hundred years old!"
"That old bastard was so strong that even the Rector of Ban Ard had to give him some respect."
"Yennefer, listen to me for once in your life: that man is a monster, the sheer amount of his magic made me paralyze. I didn't even have the intention of trying to flee, as it was completely useless." Triss still tried to convince Yennefer.
However, the face of the black-haired witch with violet eyes didn't change at all; she even became more curious about the mage Triss spoke of with such fear.
"Is he handsome?" Yennefer asked with a seductive smile.
"Devilishly handsome." Triss replied without any hesitation, but then continued speaking. "But that's not important!"
Yennefer laughed; despite Triss's words, the woman still noticed the mage's beauty, showing how handsome he really was. Holding Triss's arm, Yennefer spoke with a smile. "Don't worry, we'll go together."
Before Triss could respond, an oval portal appeared behind her and Yennefer simply pushed Triss and, shortly after, jumped into the portal herself.
"Yenneferrrrrrr!!!" Triss's anger-filled voice rang out before the portal closed completely.
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On the battlefield of the Trident.
The ground was damp and wet; rain had fallen in the early afternoon and, so far, at night, it had not ceased completely. Both armies had completely stopped the war at this moment.
However, the remnants of the battle were still on the battlefield. Corpses and more corpses. The blood staining the earth was diluted by the rain and formed true rivers of blood.
With House Arryn's entry into the war, the number of casualties increased on both sides. Although House Targaryen had the advantage in numbers, it also suffered more casualties in one day than in the last seven days of the week.
Because of the rain, the corpses were still on the battlefield and they didn't even have time to clear the ground, as the rain arrived too quickly and none of the commanders would risk the lives of more soldiers to rescue those on the battlefield.
At the end of the night, Cadmus acted and rescued all the bodies, regardless of the armies, and buried them together. Originally, he wanted to cremate them all, especially knowing the Night King's abilities, but doing so at this moment was to disrespect and desecrate corpses, so even though he didn't like it, he actually buried them all.
After burying all the corpses, Cadmus placed their armor and weapons in the camp and headed toward the main tent. His feet stepped in the mud and muddy water, making the sounds of his footsteps especially loud in this torrential rain.
The smell of the rain seemed to camouflage the smell of blood and war hanging in the air. In its place, the smell of wet earth seemed infinitely more comfortable than blood and corpses.
Entering the tent, the heat of the flames hit Cadmus's face. He looked around the tent and saw the place lit by torches; a clay furnace could be seen in the corner of the tent. There was something like a clay pipe that led the smoke outside.
Rhaegar could be seen in the center of the tent, sitting alone, with only the members of the Kingsguard protecting the king.
"All the corpses have been buried and their armor and weapons have been placed in the camp." Cadmus let out a comfortable sigh and spoke in a slightly tired tone.
Transporting so many corpses was not particularly difficult, but seeing so many dead people left anyone mentally exhausted.
Rhaegar poured a cup of mulled wine for Cadmus and spoke in a sincere tone. "Thank you for your hard work, people will tell your name tomorrow. Even our enemies."
"It's more likely they'll call me Cadmus the Corpse Collector or even Desecrator of the Dead." Cadmus was not as optimistic as Rhaegar. After what happened in Duskendale, he understood that no matter what he did, he would be treated with suspicion and skepticism.
Rhaegar fell silent; Cadmus was right. Everyone didn't think of the best thing when they thought of what Cadmus did, but of the worst things he could do with the corpses.
"They are ignorant, driven by fear and the Church's prejudices." Rhaegar said in a helpless tone. He wanted the common people to have more discernment, but even the nobles were afraid of Cadmus, let alone the commoners.
"It's alright." Cadmus didn't care; he didn't want to be the neighborhood hero anyway, so he wasn't particularly upset about it. Although it did make him become indifferent to the fate of these people should the Night King arrive.
After all, Cadmus could accept being rejected, but he certainly wouldn't be a saint to the point of helping these people even if they didn't want it. He would leave that role to the future messiah of this world, if he or she existed.
Suddenly, Cadmus looked in a certain direction and smiled mysteriously. "Rhaegar, I'm going to step out for a moment; two interesting guests have arrived."
Rhaegar was surprised but didn't ask and only nodded his head.
Cadmus said goodbye and left his tent with a phosphorescent glow shining in his beautiful green eyes.
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In the forest not far away, two people wearing cloaks to block the rain could be seen crossing the muddy terrain full of roots and bushes. From the excellent figures that could be seen through the cloaks, they were obviously women.
"Yennefer, couldn't we just conjure a portal to the camp?" Triss threw off the mud from her beautiful shoes and spoke in a tone full of sadness. They were her best shoes and she had just bought them.
"Don't be stupid, what if he felt us?" Yennefer replied in a calm tone. "I want to observe him from afar before approaching. Know your enemy and you will not fear him! Only a fool would meet someone powerful without knowing anything about them."
"If such a fool exists in the world, I'm definitely not one of them!" She spoke with a smile, but as she looked back, her smile stiffened.
A figure could be seen behind her friend; it was a very tall man, his green eyes could be seen even in the dim light.
"It's a good saying, milady!" Cadmus said with a laugh, looking at the two women paralyzed before him.
"It was a good strategy, but knowing there's an apostle-level Red Priestess on the enemy side, I placed numerous alchemical artifacts to detect magic within a thirty-kilometer radius." Cadmus said with a smile as he snapped his fingers and small balls of light rose around them.
Cadmus finally managed to look at both women and couldn't help but think that body-changing magic was indeed something interesting. Although the price was high—the witch's own womb—the result was supernatural beauty.
"You are beautiful, although the price for such beauty is a bit too high." Cadmus commented while looking at both women.
Whether Yennefer or Triss, both were beauties with few rivals in the world. Although technically a false beauty, they were still possessors of great beauty.
"We know the price better than anyone, Lord Peverell." Yennefer replied with a smile, but Cadmus detected a deep sadness in her voice. He presumed the woman wanted to have children, but without a womb, that was something impossible.
After all, humanity was different from the gods; gods don't need to respect the concept of a womb, but humans had to respect such laws.
"Well, let's not dwell on these sad matters. I'm more curious how you dare enter my territory even after my words." Cadmus said with a smile, especially looking at Triss, who hid behind Yennefer and looked on with caution.
"Business, Lord Peverell." Yennefer felt no fear and spoke with a smile.
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