Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 442
"In Sintra, women have never had the right to inherit. Only men."

Calanthe said calmly.

Lan En was now standing behind her, unable to see her face.But inexplicably, Lan En felt that this calm tone was full of sarcasm and unwillingness.

"This is a law that has been passed down from ancient times, and it remains unchanged. I have tried to make changes, but until now, I can make a knight of Cintra die for me without hesitation on the battlefield, but I cannot let him die for me in the palace, Say a word for me on this law.”

Lan En remained silent.

This situation is not abnormal, it may even be logical.

Because a person's identity and position are the result of the overlap of many parties, a knight who can die for his lord on the battlefield can certainly be called loyal and brave.

But at the same time, as a member of the aristocratic class, this knight must maintain his class's legal dominance and interpretation power.

Both of these things could cost him his life.

"Rognar's demon spirit just resents you for not giving him a son. This doesn't seem to affect your relationship with the current king. After all, you two have not shown any desire for an heir."

The young man said lightly.

But this statement caused a burst of ridicule from the queen.

"Stop pretending, Lan, for the sake of plague and smallpox. Can you see the current political situation clearly, but not understand the true power of rumors? When did the content of the rumors themselves matter? As long as they are circulated The process is long enough and bizarre enough, who wouldn’t want to hear it?”

After ridiculing, Calanthe's voice became colder.

"Now, in the streets and fields of Sintra, a saying has begun to spread, a vicious saying. Do you want to hear it, an outsider?"

In fact, she didn't even look at Lan En's reaction and just started talking to herself.

"They said: Calanthe originally married Rogna and made the prince of Ebin the king of Cintra not at all because of love, but because he looked stupid and easy to control. Calanthe didn't want to let that happen. The nobles in the country interfere in their lives because they only see her as the queen of the next king. What she really wants is to become the supreme ruler of this country."

"Ambitious." Lan En commented calmly, "But ambitious is not a derogatory term for the royal family."

"If it only ends here, that's fine. But a good 'rumor' must turn around and make the listeners scratch their heads."

Calanthe also smiled.

"I was pregnant three times, but I only gave birth to my first daughter, Ciri's mother, Pavetta. The other two were miscarriages. So they said: Calanthe really wanted to have a son so that he could be a mother in the future. Queen Mother Regent, but things went against her wishes. Two miscarriages made her know that she would never be able to have children again, and all her plans came to nothing. This is the fate of a woman, a ravaged belly destroyed her and she was higher than the sky. ambition."

"Oh, don't worry yet. This pitiful experience is also the prelude to rumors. Their knives are usually buried in the final stage of rumors."

"Rogna could not accept the severance of his bloodline, so he began to pursue other young princesses, as long as their buttocks were big and fertile, preferably from a family with many children starting from their great-great-grandmother. Calanthe found that his status was shaking. Every day There is death in every meal and every glass of wine, and every hunt may end in a tragic accident. And so.”

Calanthe's smile was not only full of sarcasm at this moment, but also as cold as ice.

"So, there is a lot of evidence suggesting that the Lioness of Sintra decided to take the initiative, and Rogner died. The kingdom was suffering from smallpox at the time, and the king's death did not surprise anyone."

"So far, a vicious rumor has taken shape."

Lan En suddenly felt that his lips were a little dry, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick them. "In other words, they made you a poisoner and husband-killer?"

The witcher shook his head: "The Skellige people can't stand this. If this crime is proven, then even if your current husband still supports you, it's hard to say how much support he can get on the islands."

"Yes, Lane, once again I was pleasantly surprised by your political sensitivity."

The queen praised without being sad or happy.

"Slandering me is only secondary because they know I don't care. But if it can create a rift between me and the islanders on the islands, that would be gratifying."

"I'm telling you this not because I want to get your pity. What's the use of the pity of a demon hunter? Even if you are the famous [Hunter Lord]. I just want to tell you that now, even in Sinte There is no safety for me or my family in Lacheng."

"Jackals, tigers and leopards are looking around us, ready to take a bite at any time. Xili. Whether it is her inheritance or her age, these factors have led to me wanting her to leave this dangerous situation temporarily."

There was a brief silence as Lan En digested the current situation.

In the Middle Ages, the princess of a country was entrusted to the care of hunters, farmers and the like. He had always thought that this was a vulgar plot that only existed in fairy tales.

But now, this plot was placed in front of him logically and logically.

"Why a witcher, Your Majesty?"

Lan En leaned against the trunk of the big tree, tilted his head and asked.

"You have investigated us. You should know that if you want to become a demon hunter, you will experience some things that are definitely not beautiful."

"Yes, the Trial of Green Grass. What is your general survival rate from that kind of cruel magical mutation? Four out of ten? Three out of ten? My sources can only roughly tell you this."

Calanthe spoke calmly, as if he didn't care about the concepts behind these numbers at all.

In order to let her understand that these numbers were made by living people, Lan En couldn't help but respond in a more serious tone.

"Three out of ten, Your Majesty. Only three out of ten children can survive, and the rest are miserable."

"What the hell! Are only trials dangerous? Only future witchers will take risks? Life is full of dangers, Lan. Life is also dominated by variables: accidents, illness, war."

Calanthe sneered disdainfully.

"Just like my children, born and unborn. Of the three, only one survived! Although I don't have a degree in mathematics, my ordinary knowledge is enough for me to make a judgment: This is better than three tenths of yours. Where have you been?"

"They still did something wrong in my belly, Queen of Cintra! Lioness of Cintra! The care and expenses I received in one day during pregnancy are comparable to half a lifetime of an ordinary farmer! But my child should Doesn’t a miscarriage also mean a miscarriage?”

"Stop lamenting the risks you've taken," she complained. "You're not like the people you're told. It doesn't matter what happened to you. I can clearly see who you've become. If I'm sure Pavetta If my child becomes like you, then I won’t hesitate for a moment, Lan En!”

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(End of this chapter)