"Even if you say so."

Lan En was silent for a moment, then shook his head at last.

His brilliant silver hair shone softly in the setting sun.

"I can't promise you, Your Majesty."

"You have just analyzed the international situation, and there are also rumors with ill intentions. If that's all there is to it, then it's okay, I can take Ciri with me. Fake her identity, make her incognito, and live a different life from the heir to the throne. It's not very hard for me, but."

"You're talking about the unexpected law, so please forgive me for saying that. When the fate of the unbreakable is unknown. ”

"I can't think so: you feel bad. Your previous life made you understand that the world is full of strange situations that are manipulated by coincidences and accidents, and now you feel that you are teasing and violating this 'coincidence, accident'. ”

"Because you didn't transfer Ciri's custody at the right time, as you did with Geralt."

Lan leaned against the trunk of a tree with his hands on his chest. He carefully weighed his words to make sure they didn't hurt himself and others.

Caranther did not appear to be hurt.

The queen of Sintra nodded calmly.

"Yes, I'll admit, I don't feel good, and it's getting worse. But one thing to add: I wanted to transfer custody, but the witcher was scared. ”

Caranther smiled contemptuously.

"He was afraid of taking on the custodian responsibility of a young life, worried that he would not be able to take care of the child, that he would not be able to make her a good person, like a husband who refused to believe that his wife was pregnant."

"Hmm." Lan pressed his forehead, his expression as if he had just been poured a head of data by Mentos. "As I understand it, he's a. Awkward people. It is indeed possible to do such a thing. ”

"But that's not what I'm going to say next, Your Majesty."

Lan put down his hand: "Geralt, during the previous year's trip, we briefly talked about the existence of 'fate'. ”

"So have the 'witcher philosophers' come up with a result?"

"Great irony, Your Majesty. But we are well aware that we are not philosophers. Lan En said flatly.

"We didn't discuss the outcome in the end, but Geralt entrusted me with an individual? Ask if 'destiny' really exists. ”

"This individual's name is not well known to the general public, but she does have the right to comment on 'Destiny,' and I got the answer from her."

"You make me feel like I'm listening to a story told to a little girl, but since that's what you said." Caranther raised her chin and gestured to Ran. "Please continue."

"Then I'll be straight to say: fate exists, and it has its own logic. That's why I can't take Ciri, because she shouldn't be taken by me. ”

"You and Geralt, whatever your reason, it doesn't matter if one holds custody and the other doesn't hold custody. Important. Your feelings are not wrong, Your Majesty. Things are going bad because of your entanglements. ”

Lan relayed calmly.

He did not forget his promise to his friend, and on the night he returned, he discussed the topic of 'fate' with the Lady of the Lake.

Today's words are simply paraphrases.

"Ciri must be taken away by Geralt himself, otherwise he will not be responsible for the other handlers, because then all the people involved in it will be involved."

"It's like. Whirlpool? ”

"Yes, it's like a whirlpool."

Caranther pursed her lips, her eyes staring vacantly at the setting sun in the distance, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"So what can we do in the face of the 'whirlpool'? I don't even know where that witcher is, damn it."

When he spoke again, Carranse's tone was tinged with a trill.

Lan En looked at the scene with a frown.

"I'll write to Geralt and tell him my answer. If he had prioritized, he should be able to overcome his immature fears this time. ”

"It seems that there is no better way." Caranther muttered, "My royal agent will also go to him, and let him come to Sintra as soon as possible, it's funny." I've pursued the initiative all my life, and I've succeeded repeatedly, and now I'm actually going to find a witcher. ”

The sky began to darken, and Lan's expression faded into the shadows of the leaves.

"Leaving aside that part of fate, the hostility of the South has reached such an urgent point?"

"Why would I be in such a hurry, Lann? War"

Caranther looked up and back, looking directly into Lane's eyes.

"War is coming."

The queen got up from the bench swing and straightened her lace dress.

"Tonight, please accompany Ciri again, Haxel will entertain you well, I need to rest."

"Goodbye, Lord Hunter. Be careful yourself, I ...... Balls...... Strange sensations...... This may be the last time I see you. ”

"Yes, goodbye."

Lann leaned against the trunk of the tree and straightened himself up.

"Her Majesty."

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Even though he had emphasized to himself many times that war was not something he should care about, Lan En still couldn't help but think about it.

The soul from the information age is just a little bad-

His associative abilities are too good.

What is war? It is the most violent and ugly social activity of human beings.

At that time, even the usual natural disasters seem to be amiable, at least the damage caused by nature is not emotional.

Malicious.

The malice shown in the war alone is enough to break down so many people.

On this night, Haxel did do as the queen had instructed, and entertained the three witchers.

The king of Sintra, the prince of the Skellig Islands, Esther Tursek, was a bold man.

Typical islander appearance, strong personality.

He didn't feel scared at all when he heard that [Lord Hunter] had come to his castle, as if he wasn't a nobleman.

He roared heroically, doubling the size of the banquet.

Gerd had a good conversation with him, and while the two of them were fighting, the crown on the king's head rolled under the table and was buried by the bones of the roast pig.

Carranthor told Rann to accompany Ciri, but she seemed a little flustered when she said this.

Ciri wasn't in the castle tonight, she was a lively person who couldn't stay idle, and was having fun outside.

She would put on the pomp of a princess, arrive at the house of a prince and nobleman who was not very prominent, but very interesting, and play with her friends there for a few days.

This is her usual way of passing the time when she is bored.

Lan was not in a hurry this time, so after the feast, he could only bury his head and start writing the letter he was going to send to Geralt.

The letter would describe the answer he received from the Lady of the Lake, as well as the cruelty and ruthlessness of fate.

"She is your destiny, she is your responsibility! Geralt! ”

"Even if it's just for safety, you should come and take her away!"

"Geralt, since Ciri was born, your wishes and plans no longer matter, nor do you matter what you refuse or give up. For the sake of the plague and cholera, even you are not worth mentioning! Do you understand? ”

The quill writes to the end, and stops steadily.

Lan En looked at the parchment that was gradually drying and exhaled.

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