Eventually, Lenn was persuaded by Geralt to take Ciri out of the ritual of transforming the Treant.

Because Geralt told him that he still underestimated the intensity of the racial conflict between the dryads and humans at this age.

The lioness of Sintra, the strong woman named Caranthor is a queen known for her wars.

After losing Ciri, Sintra will inevitably go to war with Blocleion.

At that point, Ciri will shoot arrows at her former subjects. Her former subjects, on the other hand, will mercilessly crush Ciri's skull.

If Ciri did become a dryad, that day would not be far away.

At night, the three witchers arrived punctually in the tree room where Asna was holding the ceremony.

It is a simple and comfortable room, lit in a cage with a particularly bright firefly.

In the middle of the room, Aisna is sitting on the carpet with Ciri, and the silver-eyed queen is holding a comb to smooth out her frizzy mouse-gray hair.

"Come in, witchers."

The three witchers of the old, middle, and young generations walked in, looked around, and then sat cross-legged on the floor.

"When are you going to leave?" Ai Sina asked crisply, without human roundabouts. "When are you going to go back?" How about tomorrow morning? ”

"As for Lanne, you can go whenever you want. With all due respect, I respect your contribution to nature and the world, but it has been a long time since Doon Canal had received outsiders, and it would be uncomfortable for you and us to stay for a long time. ”

"You can't give a dryad child, so the reason why ordinary human males linger here doesn't apply to you. For the dryads will appreciate your face, but they will not lust for your flesh. ”

Viselmir and Geralt didn't speak, and this was the second time that Aisna had emphasized Lan's so-called 'great contribution'.

They didn't know what the hell this overly young witcher had done, and they were confused by what they heard now.

But the three of them have discussed it outside, and Rann will look at the situation and use his 'contribution' at the last moment to leave Ciri.

The three witchers nodded their heads, indicating that they would leave the city of the Treants tomorrow.

"Aishna, please think again. Give this girl back to me, and let her go back to the outside world, the world where she should go. ”

After learning that Lan's 'contribution', or face, was so weighty, Geralt was finally able to make a request to the Dryant Queen without psychological pressure.

Viselmir did not stop him any more.

And the Treant Queen's response was as crisp as ever.

"No, white wolf. It was fate that she came to Brockleon, and you should know about fate as well. ”

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

Finally, those silver eyes moved away from the comb for a moment.

"Brockleon's message is not closed, I know very well that you were at a court banquet in Sintra ten years ago. An unwritten law that had been passed down for a long time was invoked. ”

Geralt's body began to shake restlessly, and Lane's eyes began to narrow in earnest.

Asina continued.

"The law of accidents."

"You settled a curse at that banquet and then paid for your work with the law of accidents, eventually. You are destined to have a child. ”

"You are trying to fight the physical defects of the witchers with fate, and you have a child who is destined to help you avoid oblivion after death and fight against the nothingness of life. Why am I doing the same thing as you, but you don't understand? ”

In the middle of Elsna's words, Rann put his head in Geralt's ear and whispered with a calm face but gritted his teeth, "You've never said that!" Ciri is your accidental child! ”

The white wolf's expression was the same as Lan'en's: "That's just superstition!" How can there be such a thing as fate in this world?! ”

If Lane hadn't had too much contact with the likes of Lady of the Lake and Gaunt Odim, he probably wouldn't have taken a single piece of customary law seriously.

But what he now wears around his waist is the divine weapon of a conceptual god, and the law of accident has been circulating in this world for a long time even back to the time of the emergence of humans.

Len is a materialist who does not believe in God, but the first thing a materialist is not to ignore the facts in front of him!

Destiny is valid!

If he hadn't been in another world, he would never have said that to Eddard Stark as if he were joking.

Rann and Geralt's whispers couldn't hide from Aisna, and she didn't care about the whisper, she just said it to herself.

"No, I'm not going to give this kid back to you, Geralt. She's so healthy and strong, there aren't many girls like her now. ”

Viselmir didn't mix in the two 'kids' in his eyes, but just frowned and asked Aisna.

"What does 'not much' mean?"

The silver eyes returned to the comb.

"Humans have abandoned sick girls into the forest, diphtheria, scarlet fever and, more recently, smallpox. They thought that the forest tree spirits had no immunity, and that they could exterminate us with a large-scale infectious disease, or at least drastically reduce the number. But they were wrong, wildly wrong. We have something more powerful than immunity, and Brock Leon will take care of His daughters. ”

When Lan heard that the contagion was used to carry out genocide, he couldn't help but cover his forehead again.

The behavior of the human beings in this world in terms of racial conflict has made him feel more and more déjà vu.

"Alright, alright, the natives are fucking bastards."

Lan En rubbed his forehead and sighed, and suddenly the eyes of everyone in the room were focused on him.

"Honestly, Lady Aishna, I thought it would be a good fit for her to keep Ciri in Brockleon, but now it seems a little too dangerous."

"You want to get her from me."

Ai Sina's expression did not look surprised.

Lan En also made no secret of his intentions.

"I think she is very pleasing to the eye, she is not a lonely person who has no worries, there are people in the blood, and there are people in fate."

"If you speak, then of course I'll let it go. The vast majority of lives in this world should give you a reward, whether others know it or not, but as long as you open your mouth to me, I will give it. But don't you want to hear it? The personal expression of the son of the ancient bloodline. ”

Lan En's brows furrowed inadvertently, what is the 'Son of the Ancient Bloodline'? Sounds amazing.

But now that the showdown had come to this, he put his doubts aside for a while and bowed to the silver-eyed queen whose face was as calm as ice.

"Thank you very much, it would be nice to have Ciri speak on her own."

"Then repeat it, Ciri. Repeat what you said to the White Wolf, to Geralt of Livia, Son of the Ancient Bloodline. ”

"Honorable, most noble lady." Ciri said intermittently, "Please don't force me to stay, I think. Leave and follow Geralt. I have to. Follow him. ”

"Why, Ciri?"

"Because it's my destiny."

Lan En breathed a sigh of relief, his request for Aisna was also Ciri's own meaning, which made the young man feel that he had done nothing wrong.

Geralt, who was next to Lann, turned pale after the word 'fate' appeared, as if he was not ready to be told that his wife was pregnant.

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