Chapter 678 - Curiosity (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Undoubtedly, Yennefer of Vengerberg was a similarly legendary female sorceress. Finding her in a Gwent deck would not be much of a surprise. She was a hero card with seven battle points, even possessing an extra “medic” skill, which allowed the player to choose one card from their discarded pile and play it instantly. This was a reasonably practical skill in Gwent.

With such a precious and rare neutral card, usage was mandatory.

Her quote was as so —- —- “Yennefer of Vengerberg, raven-haired, clad in black and white, the first thing you would think of on a December morning.”

Yennefer was known for her beauty. She always dressed in black and white, producing a fragrant, lilac and gooseberry scent. Most impressive of all were her violet eyes, raven-black hair, and the black marigold with a star made of obsidian that sparkled from a multitude of tiny diamonds embedded in it that hung on her neck. There were beauty marks just below the left corner of her lips and on her cheeks. It must have something to do with her quarter-elf blood.

Yennefer had participated in The Battle of Sodden Hill with her friend Triss Merigold. She lived through it but Fringilla Vigo had ruined her eyes. Eventually, she underwent treatment to restore her vision.

Geralt had already contacted Yennefer two years ago. He had written loads about his newly adopted daughters Cirilla and Olivia, but got no response.

This had left Geralt somewhat disappointed and anxious. Geralt may have had several flings with various sorceresses, Yennefer was his one true love. Of course, Yennefer also loved Geralt just as much.

However, women were always the more tsundere of the pair. As she had only found herself attached to Geralt because of a djinn, Yennefer had, many a time, tried to lift the magic of the djinn to verify if their love was truly genuine. Women — so fickle. They would never leave their partners alone without asking the question —- —- Do you really love me?

Their love was genuine — no double-checking needed, yet there they were, constantly checking on their men. That verbal affirmation was the final nail in the coffin.

These djinn were powerful air elementals, power of the elements manifested into form and personality — the latter usually nasty.

Djinns were born from the legends of “genies.” The type that granted wishes once rubbed out of their lamps.

According to legend, djinns could grant even the most far-fetched of wishes, though they did so very begrudgingly.

Unusually powerful mages could capture and tame these beings. The mages could then draw on its energy, using it to cast spells without having to call on the Power via conventional means.

Only a sparse handful have managed this feat. Naturally, djinns would doggedly fight to avoid such fates. To imprison a djinn and bend it to one’s will, one must first weaken it — and that was no easy feat.