"That is, Nilfgaard really invaded Sintra?"

In the Dean's office in Eritusa, Lann sat on the cashmere bench where Margarita would lie in her leisure time, asking the sorceress sitting behind her desk.

Lane had just arrived at this time, but as soon as he entered the door and didn't see Margarita lying on a cashmere bench fishing, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then his eyes turned, and when he saw Margarita sitting behind her desk, carefully reviewing and correcting the administrative documents of the college one by one, he knew that this was indeed a big change.

There are very few sorceresses who don't pay attention to their image, and even Tishaya, who is already considered unsociable in their group, is just an obsessive-compulsive habit that prevents her from catering to these young people.

To put it simply, sorceresses have messy hair and clothing. It must also be a well-designed 'messy' that can arouse other people's desires and make people salivate.

And Margarita is the best among the sorceresses, both in terms of natural appearance and later dress.

But now, the sorceress behind the desk really showed a sloppy feeling of exhaustion and overuse of the brain.

Lane was shocked by this, after all, Margarita was a woman who dressed herself carefully before and after going to bed, and he knew this very well.

"How long has it been since you've rested?"

The witcher asked worriedly.

"From the results of the Battle of Manada to the present."

Margarita stiffly put down the quill, wiped her face with her hand, and sighed.

This kind of action that will smudge her makeup is something she wouldn't have done before, even if she put a knife on her neck.

"It's been seven days, and I now suspect that my peeing is all the smell of energy potions! ! ”

The sorceress who has always been elegant and calm, now she is so crazy that she is bursting into foul language, Lan En has only seen it in the original cannibal camp.

"What the hell is going on with the war?"

Margarita's groggy mind made her think for a while before giving a definite answer to Lane.

"The rumor is true, Sintra's main force was defeated by the Nilfgaard at Manada. King Esther Tursec was killed on the spot, and Caranther retreated to the city of Sintra. Leaning against the walls and enchanted gates, she should have held on by now. Four days, and soon the fifth day. ”

Already advanced to Sintra?

Lan En estimated in his mind.

The Nilfgaard Empire's forces are indeed fast and strong. It's quite worthy of the haughty appearance of the Nilfgaard people.

"What did the Nilfgaard army do with Manada's defeated army?"

Rann tilted his head and asked Margarita a seemingly jumpy question.

But this is an important question because it reflects the style of behavior of the Nilfgaard army.

If they left behind a large number of Sintra prisoners, then it means that they attach great importance to post-war peace talks, and therefore they will not do anything wrong and keep the bottom line in many things.

But Margarita's words disappointed Ran.

"I don't know, dear. Hey, I don't know. ”

"A few decades ago, the very existence of the Nilfgaard Empire spread only from the mouths of the most learned and knowledge-hungry people in the North. We know too little about them, and too little is laid out around them. ”

"According to the intelligence of the most powerful spy leader of Redania, the Nilfgaard people had already deployed several times more legions than the main force of Sintra there before the battle of Manada began, but the intelligence on our side didn't even know when they were assembled! That's why Carransor led people headlong into it! ”

"The placement of prisoners in the army? Not to mention, it's classified. ”

As she spoke, Margarita propped her elbows on the desk, her palms spread outward, and she sneered.

"Let's pray to Meritelli and the lady of the lake who caught you doing your work. Pray that the people of Nilfgaard will be as they say in their propaganda: civilized and benevolent. ”

Rann turned his head to look at Margarita for a moment.

She wasn't even in the mood to cover her dark circles with magic cream.

Suddenly, Rann got up from the cashmere bench and walked behind the desk, placing his hand on Margarita's shoulder.

This movement caused the sorceress's body to stiffen suddenly.

"You need to rest, Rita."

After a brief stiffening, Margarita wrapped her backhand around Ranne's waist and leaned against his armor.

It doesn't matter that she scolded the armor for being too hard and too human.

"Whew~ but I can't rest, dear."

After letting out a long breath, Margarita's tone became calm and rational, as if the foul language and complaints before were magical illusions.

"The college, the students, they all need me. They need me to keep working. ”

"The sudden outbreak of the great war has sensitized all those in power throughout the North, and they can't wait to unite all their forces to launch the strongest counterattack! If, at this time, there is any tendency, any inappropriateness in Eretusa's diplomatic language, we will be mercilessly involved. ”

"I can't let my students be coerced by the rhetoric of those in power, seduced by the power and money they promise, and then stupidly run into the meat grinder with their heads covered!"

"Wizards should pursue magic and progress."

Margarita's tone seemed to be a manifesto.

"We should not be exhausted in the struggle for the rights of ordinary people and in war. Even if my students do take the risk, they should weigh and think rationally before acting. ”

That's Margarita's insistence.

She cared a lot about the academy and the students in it.

God knows why this shy, lazy and extravagant sorceress has such a sense of responsibility, but she just has.

"Tishaya hasn't come back yet?"

"She's taking care of local affairs at the palace in Covel, but she's told me she'll do everything she can to get back as soon as possible."

"Got it"

Lann whispered.

"Then let me come, you go and rest."

"What did you say?" Margarita looked up in surprise at Lanen, who was taller than the last time they had met.

"Administrative and diplomatic language, right?"

Lanne said as he began to sort through the piles of text on Margarita's desk.

The sorceress was surprised to find that these text files, which she had messed around because she was tired, and that only she could find a pattern by herself, were becoming neat and organized at a rapid pace!

The fluid movement almost made Margarita think that Lane was messing around.

But occasionally a few documents that she had corrected came to the fore, showing that Lan's handling was indeed based on the rules.

"Find me a sturdy chair to sit on, and then you can go to sleep."

Lane took Margarita's quill in his hand, and it looked very small in his hand.

"If you're not sure, you can do a simple proofreading tomorrow."

Mentos began to get into the state of copywriting in his head.

In countless [Memory Dives], the experience of the Emperor's sons in governing the planet and completing the deployment and notification of the star system level has been sorted out, and it is provided for Lan En to make the smoothest and most secure decisions and expressions.

In fact, with Margarita's intention of 'keeping still and not taking a stand' to complete these copywriting work, for Rann -

He actually thought Margarita was doing the 'simple' work quite roughly.

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