Heraldry is a discipline that is quite important in the Western aristocracy and state system, and a small heraldry may be full of complicated blood, kinship, and territorial relationships.

Haxel was the head of the royal family in Sintra, and he served with all his heart and soul all the time since Queen Carranse. In the field of heraldry in Sintra, no one more professional exists.

Even all the royal letters were written by him before.

So his letter, as well as the coat of arms on the last appendage of the notebook, are documents that conform to protocol, law, and tradition. You don't even need to sort it out, you can put it directly into the archives of any country and keep it for archiving.

He had long thought about the reputation and discrimination that witchers were prevalent on the continent.

He thought of the troubles that might happen when the witcher crawled out of the pile of dead men and took this notebook with him to find the kings.

'Demon hunters can't be trusted, they're ruthless monsters', 'Everyone is dead, but they are alive, can you still believe the words of those who steal life?' 'It's better to believe in the civilization of the Nilfgaard than to believe in the witchers'.

And he paved the way for the witchers with his careful preparation before all these possibilities happened.

Heraldry was a testament to his identity and knowledge, and he now gave it to the three witchers.

After the letter was read, there was a dead silence around, no one spoke, no one even breathed loudly.

Then, Lane carefully folded the letter in his hand and put it back in the large notepad.

"Now, I'm a knight?"

His voice was soft and calm, and no emotion could be heard.

Lincoln, who was finally holding back his tears on the side, wiped his face with his cuffs and nodded in a choked voice.

"Yes, Sir Ranne. By the will of Queen Carransor of Sintra, your fief will be in the ."

"No, don't say any more of these meaningless words."

Lan En snapped and closed the tome.

This is not a notepad, it is a record of the war from the perspective of Haxor. It records what the Nilfgaard invaders did in this land.

The wide palm handed the war record back to Lincoln.

"Take it, clerk."

The half-grown boy took it again in a daze, but then his face changed dramatically.

The blank expression became sharp and serious, and the boy, who was not even taller than Lan's chest, did not back down and looked at the giant with questioning eyes.

"What do you want to do, Sir Lane?"

Without waiting for Lan En to speak, he held up the war record in his hand and held it up to Lan En's face with both hands.

"It's everything to Hacksole! Everything, his children, hundreds of refugees' lives were weighed down! Calm me down!! ”

The boy with red eyes and angry roar turned to a calm-faced giant and told him to calm down.

It was a dramatic scene.

But everyone present, even Dandrion, who was the most sensitive to dramatic elements, just lowered his head and buried his face in the shadow of his hat.

After roaring, Lincoln clutched the war record tightly in his arms, his body slumped down, and his tone was low.

"Don't die, don't die, our lives are not only our own, but also more important things to do."

Please, sir. Please. ”

"Yes, canonized! If you must go, I will tear your canonization off!" Rip your nobility off! ”

In the end, Lincoln numbly pinched the last page of the canonization in his hand and threatened Ran. It's like a drowning person clutching a life-saving straw at the end.

Crazy and helpless.

Lan, on the other hand, always looked at the boy quietly.

He was supposed to be in junior high school.

Lan En thought inexplicably at this time.

"Then tear it up."

He said calmly, as if he were not talking about a canonization recognized by various countries, but about a scrapped scratch paper. This blow came from the bottom of his heart, and the crazy boy was stunned.

"What is this?"

Before the words 'nobleman' could be spoken, the giant in front of the boy shook his head.

"I'm not like you, or you, Lincoln. I don't think there's anything noble or special about this identity at all. To me, this piece of paper is not as noble as the few words on that letter. ”

After speaking, under the gaze of everyone, Lan En simply turned around and walked in the direction he came from without hesitation.

He said as he walked.

"Geralt, you take them with you and finish Hackso's. Wishes. Don't worry, the Nilfgaard people won't notice you anytime soon. ”

"Also, don't come along."

In the last half of the sentence, he said it very resolutely, making people non-negotiable.

"I'm not like you, guys."

He reiterated it again.

With the sound of a violent heartbeat that could almost be heard by his ears, wisps of white smoke were escaping from the corners of Lan En's mouth, and a heavy and inexplicable pressure began to spread.

The woods, which were full of dead branches and leaves, suddenly made a sound of whining.

Some of the small animals that are still active in winter have begun to panic away from here.

"You've been saying 'the army is the greatest violence.'"

All of you think that this statement is so true, it is simply irrefutable truth. But."

"I don't admit this common sense."

At the end of his departure, Lan glanced behind him.

And just a glance, everyone felt that they were less gasped.

It's not like a cat's or a snake's eyes.

Geralt was keenly aware of the difference in sensation, as he had seen such eyes before. On the dragon's body! ——

Gerd began to pack his things as well, and as soon as he did, everyone present knew what he was up to.

Not to flee anyway.

"He wouldn't let us follow."

Geralt whispered.

"He's calling you by name." Gerd calmly straightened the buckles on his armor as he shot back. "He didn't say I couldn't follow, so it's none of my business. That's it. ”

The corners of Geralt's mouth twitched, and after a while, he said, "Fuck you, one or two." ”

Ever since Geralt came into contact with Ranne, he always had a vague feeling that this guy was a little different from him.

It's not a physical difference, it's too obvious in that aspect, and if you don't notice it, you're a fool. It's a difference in thinking.

Today, however, this sense of difference is at its greatest and clearest

I'm going to do something that I think is right and must do, and you're telling me how many people are trying to stop me and kill me on this path. Does this have anything to do with me?

It was clearly the army of the Nilfgaards, which swept through the military group of the entire country of Sintra.

But in Lan En's body, he still couldn't see the slightest hesitation that came from this.

(End of chapter)