"That short piece of shit is a fraudulent motherfucker," Stephan muttered once they were back in their hut, his voice dripping with contempt.
Yennefer arched a brow. "Fraudulent how?"
Stephan leaned back against the wall, scoffing. "He told his people that three humans would show up in Magodilin. Three humans. He knew damn well we'd survive the tunnels and stumble into his little kingdom. And when we did…" He let out a bitter laugh. "Suddenly it's a prophecy fulfilled. His subjects think he's some kind of seer, a chosen mouthpiece of fate."
Yennefer folded her arms, smirking bitterly. "Ha. He used us to get here, then twisted it to fit into his own agenda."
"Exactly." Stephan's eyes narrowed, voice low with annoyance. "The bastard manipulated the whole thing just to make himself look divine. And the worst part?" He smirked coldly. "The gnome fools actually buy it."
