That night, several people began to rest for the night.

Brian offered to rest extra early when leading the way today, saying that it was because the human child she had just picked up was so annoying that it had taken her a lot of energy out of the plan.

Lan En pursed his lips when he heard this, and said in his heart that it was Geralt who carried this child, and it was me who spoke to her, what are you doing here?

But he also knew very well that Brian was not tired, she just wanted to hear more stories that could not be heard in the forest.

Brian is a girl who has been transformed from a human into a tree spirit, and unlike the original tree spirit, she still has a slight impression of the outside world.

And after that little impression, until the day she died, this primeval forest would be the whole of her life.

Until the iron hooves of humans rushed into the woods, the flames engulfed her body, and the sword pierced her heart. She screamed and fell into the fern bushes, and it was only a matter of time before she died for a war over the forest.

"Ciri?"

Everyone tacitly lay down around the little girl, perhaps because of their eyes and because they were saved by Lan En. The little girl was noticeably closer to Geralt and Lane.

"Huh?"

She replied, a little confused.

A skinny man, threatened by swamps, sentinels, and wild beasts, survived alone for days in Blocleon.

There is no doubt that she is a strong, healthy, courageous girl with luck and luck. But even so, when she put her mind at ease, she still felt an irresistible exhaustion.

"Where do your parents live?"

Geralt then asked, wondering where she really was, the princess.

"I don't have parents." Ciri sniffed and said, "When I was young, they were shipwrecked. A whole ship was gone, not even a sampan fragment was gone. ”

After that, a small snoring sound was heard. She was exhausted.

Rann lay on the dry, soft fern bushes, looking at the huge opaque canopy above his head. After a small snoring sound, he whispered to Geralt on the side.

"Geralt?"

"What?"

The young man seemed to frown in distress, "You should have come into contact with the courts of those princes and nobles, right?" At least more experienced than me. Like her case. I can't quite imagine what she's going to do in the future. ”

"Who knows?"

Geralt asked indifferently, after the little girl fell asleep, they were invisibly less restricted in their speech.

"The daughter of a deceased princess, maybe she was the fourth or fifth in the family? There are many children, each with a noble title, but in terms of importance, it may not be as important as a clerk under the head of the court. This is just a gray-haired and green-eyed little guy who runs around the court carefree, so the people in the court must find a good husband for her to marry as soon as possible. ”

"The sooner the better, before she becomes a mature, fertile woman, before she has the threat of scandal, fornication, and disorder. You know, Lanne. This kind of thing was not uncommon in the court. ”

Suddenly, two handsome men and women with blond hair flashed through Lan En's mind, and it was the story of the 'Queen Sister and Konoe Brother' that he personally investigated when he sent Arya home.

The entanglement between the two men eventually turned into a war that involved the Seven Kingdoms.

Before the investigation came to light, he had never thought about the chaos* because of the limitations of his thinking composed of cultural environment and life insights.

In the Western court, this does seem to be uncommon.

Lan glanced in Geralt's direction beside him again.

In the resume of the famous white wolf, a very bright commission task is to help Foltest's daughter lift the curse of the vampire bird.

The princess Yada in the story is the daughter of Foltest and her own sister.

Outside of Rann and Geralt's conversation, Viselmir also had a conversation.

"Son, you just asked this princess about the future? Hey, I've seen quite a few young princesses join traveling theater troupes. ”

The old man, who had lived for hundreds of years, said in a flat tone.

Because of the aging and weakness of the fine muscles, when Viselmir lies on his back and speaks, his throat will become like a mouthful of phlegm because of the relaxation of the muscles.

"The girls were glad that they had escaped some old king who was old and infirm, but longed for offspring and physical pleasures. I have also met quite a few princes who would rather live a precarious life as mercenaries than marry a princess chosen for them by the king's father. ”

"Because most of those princesses are flawed, or have notoriously inappropriate lives. This kind of marriage is only a means of alliance, and has no other meaning. ”

Beyond a small snort, the four adults were silent for a moment after Viselmir's words.

"Your marriage is for an alliance? It's horrible. ”

Brian tightened the thick clothes she was wearing, as if what Viselmir had stated was colder than the chill of the winter night.

"It's not all like that." Lan muttered, his hand unconsciously smoothing Shun Ciri's gray hair. "At least this little guy, and the princes and princesses who fled from political marriages, don't think so."

"I think this little guy is very powerful, if I were her age, I guess I would have died of scare by this time. Maybe. It's not bad to not let her go back to Verdon? ”

"Huh, yes?" Geralt sneered. "You've only heard from Viselmir that the runaway princesses are mostly mixed up with the traveling troupe, but do you understand the hardships and dangers of life in the traveling troupe?"

"Trust me, Lanne. If the princesses in those troupes had the opportunity to become Wiedon's princesses, they would not hesitate at all. ”

Lane's hand was still unconsciously fiddling with the frizzy mouse-gray hair, and he pouted.

"I don't know about the others, but I always feel. At least this little one, she certainly won't. ”

As she spoke, Ciri wrapped herself tightly around the thick blanket that Lan had draped over her, like a hamster, revealing only the gray hair of the rat.

The dream was still whispering in his mouth: "If you apologize to me, I won't tell my grandmother, and you won't have to cut off your head. Wouldn't it be okay to apologize? If you don't give me a bow, it's fine. Kristen! You get away with my snot in my nose! ”

Listening to the little girl's 'commutation' as if bargaining with a few of them in her dream, and muttering about love and hate, the adults couldn't help but laugh.

Fortunately, Ciri slept heavily and she was not woken up.

Geralt patted the little girl's body, he didn't usually have the patience to deal with a child.

But today, perhaps it was the warm smell of Ciri's feather pillow that affected him.

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