The rest of the journey went smoothly. Ciri directly grabbed a Temple Guard and asked where her friend Dandelion was, scaring him into immediately going to find someone. Before long, Dandelion was escorted before Ciri. He looked somewhat disheveled, but at least he was unharmed.
Even so, upon seeing Ciri, Dandelion bitterly complained that he had nearly been subjected to flaying. At the same time, he was quite curious about how Ciri had made these believers so obedient.
In fact, Ciri was puzzled too, but she restrained herself and said she would tell him what had happened later. Only then did she send the bard away. Finally, Ciri stormed back to Fang Zheng to settle the score.
"What the hell were you thinking?! I don't want to be some divine envoy!"
"Alright, don't rush. Let me explain."
Fang Zheng sat in his chair, smiling as he looked at Ciri.
"You were originally planning to return to Kaer Morhen and meet up with that... Geralt, right? He's your adoptive father. That was your plan, wasn't it?"
"Yeah."
"But have you considered something?"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng raised a finger, while Ciri frowned.
"What?"
"Will Geralt stay at Kaer Morhen? He's a Witcher, right? By your account, don't Witchers travel around hunting monsters? Besides, his precious adopted daughter went missing. There's no way he'd just sit in the castle sunbathing all day. He might already be searching for you everywhere. Even if you return to Kaer Morhen, what if no one's there? Communications aren't exactly advanced in this era. How are you supposed to contact Geralt?"
"Um..."
At Fang Zheng's question, Ciri was immediately at a loss for words. Sorceresses might have some strange methods, but she certainly did not.
"So, you see? If you go back to find him and