Astartes of the Bear School

 Chapter 441 440. Take her away

 “So, who do I look like to you, Lan?”

Calanthe looked at the setting sun in the distance and spoke lightly as if it had nothing to do with him.

 “Your Majesty.” The young man carefully paid attention to his words.

“Strictly speaking, I’m not from Sintra, and I don’t know what happened in this land, so I can’t comment.”

“Ah, that seems to be the case.” Calanthe suddenly remembered something.

"In order to give yourself a nice name, you demon hunters often prefix your names with places you have never been to in your life. So even if you are called 'Cintra', in fact, I’ve never been to Sintra either.”

 This is a convention in the Middle Ages. Adding a place name before the name is often a way for the local lord to introduce himself to the outside world.

Introducing yourself in this format will naturally bring out a noble temperament, which will help the witcher, a service-based industry, attract customers and win trust.

If other demon hunters were exposed by Calanthe for his little tricks here, they might be embarrassed.

 But Lan En didn’t feel anything. After all, in the entire process from his debut to becoming famous, the name ‘Cintra’s’ didn’t give him any help.

Of course he doesn't care about this, he cares about another point -

“You seem to know us well, Your Majesty.”

 Lan En spoke softly, with thoughtful etiquette and a gentle tone.

"And you have made no secret of your intentions in this regard."

“That’s right.” The queen smiled. "The witcher I told you about before, Geralt of Rivia. He took away the ownership of my granddaughter from me in the name of fate. Do you expect me not to investigate your group?"

“And I also know that you protected my granddaughter for a week last winter in Broccolion?”

"almost."

"This is not important. What is important is that when my little Xili returns to the palace, she will still miss you."

Calanthe placed an emphasis on the word "you" in "you" at the end of this sentence.

Lan En raised his eyebrows, feeling that this topic was a bit dangerous.

 “Your Majesty, Xili is still too young, she needs the right guidance.”

 “Too small?” Calanthe turned around in surprise and looked up at Lan En.

“She is already ten years old. A woman will have her first period at the age of fourteen. If everything goes well at that time, she will be able to give birth to a big fat boy in the second year and become the heir to the throne of a certain royal family. Do you call this too young?”

The young man curled his lips. He knew that he could not educate the queen about physical health.

 Because this knowledge not only goes against the current common sense, but also hinders the efficiency of the diffusion of royal power through the bloodline.

“.Personal aesthetic issue, I can’t appreciate little girls without **** and butts.”

Hold it to the end, Lan En could only say this.

 The queen laughed heroically at this.

"That's such a pity, such a pity. You don't know how many young girls in Sintra will amuse themselves in front of that picture that doesn't look like you, hiding in bed with their faces flushed. But this news It’s good for those noble ladies.”

The witcher bit his lip and put his finger on his forehead helplessly to calm down.

“Your Majesty, the teasing ends here. You brought me to such a close distance not just to tease me verbally?”

 The queen's heroic laughter gradually became lower and finally fell silent.

Even as the laughter disappeared, she even stopped kicking on the ground from time to time to keep the swing rocking.

The air is so quiet that you can hear the scratching of birds on the trees. "Can you take Ciri with you, Lan?"

 This was the first time that Lan En heard trembling in the voice of this woman named Calanthe.

“Even if you are not her destined guardian, can you take her away?”

This woman, who has a temper like a lion and a will like steel, is hesitant now.

“You want me, an unrelated witcher, to take away your granddaughter?”

 Lan En’s brows furrowed.

 “Are you crazy, Calanthe?”

“Are you afraid of the law of accidents, or is it because of the current international situation?”

"Maybe." The queen was silent for a moment, shook her head, and started to swing on the swing again after breathing a sigh of relief. "A little bit of both, maybe."

"At that banquet ten years ago, your colleagues told me a truth: There is something more powerful and irreversible than the will of the royal family in this world. Ha"

“I led the army to win the Battle of Hauchebuz when I was fifteen years old. The death, injury, and wailing of three thousand people were no more important to me than a field of crops. I thought that being in power meant being in control of everything. Until that banquet.”

 The queen's voice was ethereal, as if she was caught in a fog of memory.

 But then, the woman broke away from the memory and regained her strong tone.

“The international situation is also an important factor. There is no denying that Sintra is becoming more and more dangerous. It is also becoming less and less suitable to have an underage princess.”

"I could hear the sound of the Nilfgaardians' hooves mobilizing troops, horses, and supplies on the other side of the Yaruga River from the palace in Sintra. Spies and spies filled our taverns and inns. They disguised themselves as merchants. , traffickers, and even temporarily boosted our urban economy, haha, it’s really ridiculous.”

 “And what about the many kingdoms in the north?”

Calanthe's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Foltest was busy feasting on Stysa's corpse, and from time to time he would give some leftovers to his daughter who had strayed out of the house to satisfy her cruel possessiveness. It's all thanks to the fact that he was able to eat so happily. You, Lan."

“King Vizmir of Redania is busy fighting for power in the capital with his mage advisors, and Philippa Eilhardt is causing him a lot of trouble.”

"Henselt of Kaedwen is a veritable 'Boar King'. If you expect him to have a sense of the big picture, you might as well let him take good care of his lower body!"

“Demavi of Aedirn is a good man, but his sergeants and bureaucrats are only focused on persecuting non-human races. It is much easier for them to have fun with elves and dwarves than to form military formations.”

 “So yes, Lan.”

 The queen spread her hands.

“The Nilfgaardians cannot scare me, but I must admit: the current international situation is not optimistic.”

 “But you still have your husband, the King of Sintra.”

Lann crossed his arms and showed a political vision that made Calanthe look at him with suspicion.

“Ester Tursek can bring you help from the Skellig Islands. Aren’t the pirates of the Islands said to be at least one against ten islanders?”

 “Yes, yes Skellige.”

 The queen murmured.

“But that’s why I take this mission seriously, Lan. Rumors hurt.”

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 (End of this chapter)