Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 441 440. Take her away

"So who do you think I am, 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. 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 was a convention in the Middle Ages. Adding a place name before the name was often a way for the local lord to introduce himself to the outside world.

Introducing oneself in this format can naturally bring out an aristocratic temperament, which helps the Witcher profession, which is based on the service industry, to attract customers and win trust.

If other demon hunters were exposed by Calanthe for his little trick, 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.

Naturally, 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 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 in Broccolion for a week last winter?"

"almost."

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

At the end of this sentence, Calanthe placed an emphasis on the 'you' in 'you'.

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

"Your Majesty, Xili is still too young. She needs correct guidance."

"Too young?" Calanthe turned around in surprise and looked up at Lan En.

"She is already ten years old. A woman will have her menarche at the age of 14. If everything goes well then, she will be able to give birth to a big fat boy the next 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 current common sense, but also hinders the efficiency of the spread of royal power through the bloodline.

".Personal aesthetic issue, I can't appreciate little girls without breasts and butts."

Holding it in until 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 in the trees. "Can you take Ciri with you, Lan?"

For the first time, Lan En heard trembling in the voice of 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, a demon hunter with no connection, 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 15 years old. The death, injury, and wailing of 3000 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. It is undeniable that Sintra is becoming more and more dangerous. It is also increasingly unsuitable to have an underage princess."

"I could hear the sound of the Nilfgaardians' hooves mobilizing troops and supplies across 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. He is busy fighting for power in the capital with his mage advisor. Philippa Eilhardt is making him very worried."

"Henselt of Kaedwen is a veritable 'boar king'. If we expect him to have a sense of the overall situation, we might as well let him control 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 Cintra."

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

"Ester Tursek can bring you help from the Skellige Islands. Don't the pirates of the islands claim that at least one islander is against ten?"

"Yes, yes Skellig."

the queen murmured.

"But that's why I take this mission seriously, Lan. Rumors hurt."

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(End of this chapter)