Astartes of the Bear School

  Chapter 603 605. I don’t admit it

Heraldry is a very important subject in the Western aristocracy and national system. A small coat of arms may be filled with complicated bloodlines, kinship, and territorial relationships.

Haxor is the royal steward of Cintra and has served Queen Calanthe with all his heart and soul. In the field of heraldry of Sintra no more expert existed.

 Even all the royal letters were written by him before.

 So the coat of arms he wrote in this letter and on the last appendix of the notebook are all documents that comply with regulations, laws and traditions. You don't even need to sort it out, you can put it directly into the archives of any country and keep it for archiving.

He has long thought of the widespread reputation and discrimination of witchers on the mainland.

 He thought about the trouble that might occur when the witcher crawled out from the dead and brought this notepad to look for the kings.

“Demon hunters cannot be trusted. They are heartless monsters.” “Everyone is dead and they are the only ones alive. Can we still believe the words of people who are just living an ignoble existence?” ’, ‘It’s better to believe in the civilization of the Nilfgaardians than to believe in the demon hunters’ and so on.

 And before all this possibility happened, he paved the way for the witchers with his careful preparation.

 Heraldry is the proof of his identity and knowledge. Now, he handed this certificate to the three witchers.

 After reading the letter, there was a dead silence around, no one spoke, no one even breathed loudly.

 Then, Lan En carefully folded the letter paper in his hand and put it back into the large notepad.

“Now, I’m a knight?”

His voice was gentle and calm, with no emotion audible.

Lincoln, who finally held back his tears, wiped his face with his sleeves and nodded with sobs.

"Yes, Ser Lane. By the will of Queen Calanthe of Cintra, your fiefdom will be in."

 “No, there’s no need to say these meaningless words anymore.”

 Lan En closed the tome with a snap.

This is not a notebook, it is a record of the war from Hacksaw’s perspective. A record of what the Nilfgaardian invaders did in this land.

 Hands the war record back to Lincoln with his broad palm.

 “Take it, Clerk.”

The half-grown boy took it again in a daze, but then his expression changed drastically.

The dazed expression became sharp and serious. The boy, whose height did not even reach Lan En's chest, looked at the giant with questioning eyes without giving in.

“Ser Lane, what do you want to do?”

 Before Lan En could say anything, he raised the war record book in his hand towards Lan En's face with both hands.

“This is everything for Chief Harksall! It’s all about the lives of himself, his children, and hundreds of refugees! Just calm down!!”

The boy, with red eyes and yelling angrily, told a calm-looking giant to calm down.

 This scene is very dramatic.

But everyone present, even Dandelion, who was most sensitive to dramatic elements, just lowered his head and buried his face in the shadow of the hat.

After shouting, Lincoln hugged the war record tightly in his arms, stooped down, and spoke in a low tone.

"Don't risk your life. Don't risk your life. Our lives are not just our own. We have more important things to do."

 “.Please, Sir. Please.”

"Yes, canonization! If you must go, I will tear off your canonization! I will tear off your noble status!"

　　At the end, Lincoln held the last page of the canonization in his hand with numb eyes, and threatened Lan En. It was like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving straw at the end.

 Crazy and helpless.

Lan En, on the other hand, always looked at the boy quietly.

 He should have been in junior high school. Lan En was thinking inexplicably at this time.

 “Then tear it up.”

He spoke calmly, as if he was not talking about a canonization recognized by various countries, but a piece of scrapped draft paper. This indifference that came from the bottom of his heart stunned the crazy boy.

 “What the hell.”

Before the words ‘noble status’ could be uttered, the giant in front of the boy shook his head.

"I am different from you, or you, Lincoln. I don't think there is anything noble or special about this status at all. To me, this piece of paper is not as noble as the words on that letter."

 After saying that, Lan En turned around neatly and without hesitation and walked towards the direction he came from under everyone's gaze.

 He said as he walked.

"Geralt, take them away and fulfill Haxor's last wish. Don't worry, the Nilfgaardians will not notice you soon."

 “Also, don’t follow.”

 The last half of the sentence, he said very firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

 “I’m not like you, everyone.”

 He reiterated it again.

With the pounding of the heartbeat almost audible to the ears, wisps of white smoke were escaping from the corners of Lan En's mouth, and a heavy and inexplicable pressure began to spread.

The forest, which was full of dead branches and leaves, and seemed to be dead, suddenly made a rustling sound.

 Some small animals that were still active in winter began to flee away from here in a panic.

“You have been saying that ‘the military is the greatest form of violence’.”

 “All of you think that this sentence makes so much sense and is simply irrefutable truth. But.”

 “I don’t accept this common sense.”

 At the end of leaving, Lan En glanced behind him.

With just one glance, everyone felt like they had taken less of a breath.

Those are not eyes like those of a cat or a snake.

 Geralt was keenly aware of the difference in feeling, because he had seen such eyes before. On a dragon! —

Gede also started to pack things, and everyone present knew what he was going to do as soon as they saw the way he was packing.

  It’s not about fleeing for safety anyway.

 “He won’t let us follow.”

Geralt said softly.

“He named you.” Gede calmly adjusted the buckles on his armor and fired back. "He didn't say I couldn't follow, so it's none of my business. That's it."

The corners of Geralt's mouth twitched, and after a while he said: "Fuck you, both of them are like this."

Ever since Geralt came into contact with Lan, he always had a vague feeling that this guy was a little different from himself.

 It's not a physical difference. It's too obvious. If you don't notice it, you'd be a fool. It's a difference in thinking.

Today, this sense of difference has reached its greatest and clearest

I am going to do something that I think is right and must be done, and you are telling me how many people want to stop me and kill me on this inevitable road. Does this have anything to do with me?

　　It was obviously the Nilfgaardian army, and it swept across the military group of the entire country of Cintra.

 But in Lan En's body, he still couldn't see any hesitation caused by this.

 (End of this chapter)