Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 443 442. Writing a letter

 “Even if you say so.”

Lan En was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.

His brilliant silver hair shines softly in the sunset.

 “I cannot promise you, Your Majesty.”

"You just analyzed the international situation and the rumors with ulterior motives. If that's all, it doesn't matter. I can take Ciri away. Give her a forged identity so that she can remain anonymous and live a life different from that of the heir to the throne. This pair It’s not difficult for me, but..."

“You speak vaguely of that unexpected law, that is, forgive me for saying this, irreversible destiny.”

"Can I think so: you feel something is wrong. Your previous life has taught you that the world is full of strange situations created by coincidences and accidents, and now, you feel that you are teasing and violating this kind of situation." Coincidence, accident'."

“Because you did not hand over Ciri’s custody at the right time as you promised Geralt.”

Lan crossed his arms and leaned against the tree trunk. He weighs his words carefully, making sure they don't hurt himself or others.

Calanthe did not seem to be hurt.

The Queen of Sintra nodded calmly.

"Yes, I admit, I feel bad, and it is getting worse. But there is one thing that needs to be added: I once wanted to transfer custody, but the witcher was afraid."

Calanthe smiled contemptuously.

“He is afraid of taking on the responsibility of guardianship of a young life, worried that he will not be able to take care of the child, and worried that he will not be able to make her become a good person. It is funny like a husband who refuses to believe that his wife is pregnant.”

“Hmm.” Lan En pressed his forehead, his expression as if Mentos had just filled his head with data. "As far as I know, he is an awkward person. It is indeed possible for him to do such a thing."

“But that has nothing to do with what I’m about to say, Your Majesty.”

 Lann put down his hand: "During Geralt's journey last year, we briefly talked about the existence of 'destiny'."

“So have the ‘Witcher Philosophers’ discussed the results?”

"Great irony, Your Majesty. But we know very well that we are not philosophers." Lan En said flatly.

“We didn’t discuss the outcome until the end, but Geralt asked me to ask an individual whether ‘destiny’ really exists.”

“The name of this individual is not well known to the public, but she does have the qualifications to comment on ‘destiny.’ I got the answer from her.”

"You make me feel like I'm listening to a story told to a little girl, but since it's you who told it." Calanthe raised her chin and motioned to Lan En. "please continue."

"Then let me tell you straight: fate exists and has its own logic. This is also the reason why I can't take Ciri away, because she is destined not to be taken away by me."

"You and Geralt, no matter what the reason is, one is holding on to custody and the other is letting go of custody, it doesn't matter. What's important is that your feeling is correct, Your Majesty. Things are going on Because of your entanglement, it will develop into a bad situation."

 Lan En recounted calmly.

 He did not forget his promise to his friend. On the night he came back, he discussed the topic of "destiny" with the lady in the lake.

 The words spoken today are simply paraphrases.

"Ciri must be taken away by Geralt himself, otherwise it will be irresponsible for other handlers, because then everyone involved will be involved."

 “Like a whirlpool?”

 “Yeah, like a whirlpool.”

Calanthe pursed her lips and stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance, without speaking for a long time.

“So what can we do in the face of the ‘Vortex’? I don’t even know where the witcher is now, **** it.”

When Calanthe spoke again, there was a vibrato in his tone.

Lan frowned at this scene.

“I will write to Geralt and tell him my answer. If he knows his priorities well, he should be able to overcome his immature fears this time.”

"It seems there is no better way." Calanthe murmured, "My royal spies will also go to him and ask him to come to Cintra as soon as possible. It's so interesting. I have been pursuing the initiative all my life. , and succeeded repeatedly, and now he actually wants to find a demon hunter."

The sky began to darken, and Lan En's expression gradually disappeared into the shadow of the leaves. “Leaving aside the fate aspect, has the hostility of the South reached such an emergency?”

 “Why else would I be in such a hurry, Lan? War”

Calanthe raised his head and looked back, looking directly into Lan En's eyes.

 “The war is coming.”

 The queen stood up from the bench swing and adjusted her lace dress with all her strength.

“Tonight, please stay with Ciri again. Haxo will entertain you well. I have to take a rest.”

"Goodbye, [Lord Hunter]. Be careful, I... have a... strange feeling... this may be the last time I see you."

 “Yes, goodbye.”

 Lan En pushed his body against the tree trunk, standing up straight and saluting.

 “Her Majesty the Queen.”

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Even though he has emphasized to himself many times that war is not something he should care about, Lan En still can't help but think about it.

There is something bad about the soul from the information age -

His association skills are so good.

 What is war? That is the most violent and ugliest social activity of mankind.

 At that time, even the daily natural disasters seemed amiable, at least the harm caused by nature was unemotional.

 Malicious.

 Just the malice shown in the war is enough to make many people collapse.

On this night, Haxor did treat the three demon hunters well as the queen ordered.

The king of Sintra, the prince from the Skellige Islands—Ester Tursek, this man is a bold and generous man.

 Typical islander appearance and strong character.

 He didn't feel scared or uncomfortable at all after hearing that the [Hunter Lord] came to his castle, as if he was not a noble.

 He roared boldly, doubling the size of the banquet.

Gede chatted with him very well. When the two of them were drinking together, the crown on the king's head rolled under the table and was buried under the bones of the roast suckling pig.

Calanthe asked Lan En to accompany Ciri, but she seemed to be a little confused when she said this.

Hiri is not in the castle tonight. She is a lively person who can’t rest. She is having fun outside at the moment.

 She would dress up like a princess, arrive at the home of a not-so-prominent but interesting prince and noble, and play with the friends there for a few days.

 This is her usual way of passing boring time.

Lann was unlucky this time, so after the banquet, he could only immerse himself in writing a letter to Geralt.

The letter will describe the answer he got from the lady in the lake, and will also describe the cruelty and ruthlessness of fate.

 “She is your destiny, she is your responsibility! Geralt!”

“Even if it’s just for safety, you should come and take her away!”

"Geralt, since Ciri was born, your wishes and plans no longer matter. It doesn't matter what you refuse or give up. For the sake of plague and cholera, even you are not worth mentioning. !do you understand?"

 The quill pen stopped writing at the end.

Lan En looked at the parchment that was gradually drying and exhaled.

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 (End of this chapter)