Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1425 1397. Reconciliation
With a splash of water, the respected Dean of Aretusa, Ms. Margarita, emerged from the bath.

Ciri stared at her body intently. The girl had seen Yennefer's naked body many times. They bathed together, and the mature sorceress taught the girl all kinds of common sense about sex.

Ciri thought there was no one in the world with a more curvaceous body than Yennefer, but she was wrong.

Even the marble statues of goddesses and nymphs would be ashamed of themselves in front of the naked Margarita.

The facts were exactly as Dandelion and Lan had described.

Ciri had just walked into the basement bathhouse of the Silver Heron Tavern with a tray of food, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw such an exciting scene.

Margarita played the beauty out of water game without any scruples.

Triss, with her red hair wrapped in a hairnet, tore off the only bath towel on her body as if she was unwrapping a gift box.

The two sorceresses looked at the bathhouse door mischievously.

But when they saw that it was only a girl coming in, they both let out a disappointed "oh" in unison.

Yennefer was also naked, and was also very bold, not intending to avoid anyone who came in, but at least she was sitting under the water in the bathhouse.

Another sorceress whom Ciri had never seen before, although she was also wearing only a bath towel, she sat calmly at the small table next to the bathtub.

However, despite their disappointment, Triss and Margarita still walked up to the somewhat embarrassed girl.

Margarita pinched her cheeks and said, "Is this the kid who just fainted at the right time? She's really smart."

"Come on, put down the bottle, take off your clothes, and let's take a bath together."

Over the next few hours, the five of them soaked in the bath together, took turns in the steam room, and chatted the whole time.

After the steam bath, Ciri jumped into the bathtub filled with the scent of rosemary and swam.

"She swims like a little seal," said Margarita, laughing, "and has the figure of a nymph. Are you going to give her to me, Yena?"

"Why else would I bring her here?"

"Which class should I put her in? Does she have the foundation?"

"Yes, but she can start from scratch, like everyone else, and that will do her good."

"That's wise," said Tishaya, who was concentrating on arranging the wine glasses and bottles on the small table, trying to arrange them symmetrically. "It will not hurt anyone to lay a solid foundation. When the time comes, she will find it easy to learn advanced knowledge."

"But don't waste too much time on it." Triss pouted beside him, "Otherwise you'll feel like a head shorter than your peers."

Tishaya shook her head at Triss: "You are always impatient, Triss. I have told you that your talent is good, but not the best. At this age, you should accumulate your talents and then you will have hope."

"Alright, alright!" Margarita casually took a cup from the utensils placed in front of Tishaya and drank from it with a smile, "Fortunately, we have graduated and can interrupt the teacher's speech at will!"

Tishaya sighed, but subconsciously started to put the messed up cups and bottles in order.

This made Ciri feel a little scared when she imagined what it would be like to study under Tishaya.

But after a while of joking, Margarita looked at the girl swimming in the bathtub meaningfully and spoke softly.

"So this is Calanthe's granddaughter. An important person who can influence the world, but she is just an ordinary little girl."

Yennefer, who was casually wiping her shoulders with water, suddenly had her violet eyes shrink almost imperceptibly.

His movements froze for a moment, but he still tried hard to cover it up.

"Rita, what are you talking about?"

Yennefer said as if she didn't hear clearly and didn't care.

But it only earned Margarita's half-smile gaze.

"Look at you, Yena." The headmaster of Aretuza crossed his arms to relieve the heavy weight on his chest. "If I hadn't known about this beforehand, I wouldn't have imagined you becoming like this."

"She wants to hide it from us, just like a mother wolf protecting her cubs."

Yennefer's expression changed from forced calm to solemn, but it only earned her a nonchalant chuckle from the other three sorceresses.

"Haha, my God!" Margarita laughed so hard that her body shook. "Do you think we don't know anything? We don't know what the legendary Cirilla looks like? We don't know if she has awakened the source of magic?"

"Please, Ye Na. Lan En met this girl much earlier than you did. We talked a lot in bed, and he asked us to take good care of her."

"Although I think this little girl is not doing well, it doesn't matter." Margarita smiled playfully, "I will still take good care of her."

Yennefer was like a deflated ball, but when she thought about it carefully, she realized that compared to Lan, she did know Ciri was behind.

There is nothing unreasonable or conspiracy-theory about the current situation.

"Don't scare me, Rita." Yennefer sighed and put a hot towel on her face, "My nerves are almost broken these days." "Wait until the meeting starts tonight and it's over." Triss said beside her, "After the meeting is over and the academy is running normally, Ciri can be admitted. By then, no one outside can get close to her in the academy."

"I hope so." Yennefer could only nod, "I hope so."
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By the time the commotion at the Yinlu Tavern was over, it was already noon.

With only one more afternoon to prepare, the pre-witch meeting welcome party for the Wizard Summit will begin.

During this period of time, the remaining warlocks who have not arrived will come through the portal from all over the world.

Preparing for the banquet is not easy, and the same is true for the participants.

Yennefer's three dresses have been delivered to her room, and this is just the minimum standard: one set for the welcome dinner before the meeting, one set for the meeting, and the same set for the dinner after the meeting.

Yennefer and Geralt had a conversation in the room that the sorceress had just opened. To Dandelion's surprise and joy, they came out with neat clothes and the same look on their faces.

If the two of them had gone to bed in the room, Dandelion might have worried that this was just a way for them to vent their desires because they missed each other's bodies.

But since they didn't go to bed, the two of them communicated verbally and emotionally, and the progress was very gratifying.

As Geralt's good friend for decades, he was a bystander who witnessed his entanglement with the sorceress, their inability to let go of each other and their tormenting relationship.

Dandelion now felt almost like an elder with a sense of relief.

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"If you ever look at me like a kid who has finally learned to hang out in a brothel again, I'll punch your teeth out, Dandelion."

Geralt tilted his head expressionlessly and threatened the poet beside him.

The poet didn't care: "Hey! Lan, this guy wants to knock out my teeth! Do you agree?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that." Lan En whispered, "Who knows, maybe after you lose two teeth and can't sing anymore, you can concentrate on writing? That would be great."

The three of them are now on the first floor of Aretusa Academy, Loshar Palace on the island of Thanedd.

The original function of this place is to host external reception for the college and to provide accommodation for guests.

Normally, no one is allowed to enter the wizard summit without an invitation.

But the men and women at the dinner party always had to have partners, so these people could also enter the college.

Geralt was actually a little surprised now. He didn't expect that Yennefer would invite him as a male companion to the welcome dinner after the long talk before.

But although he was surprised, he did not seem too surprised.

Yennefer had invited him many times before to attend the wizard banquets, but he had always firmly refused.

Because before, he firmly believed that even the kindest wizards would only regard him as a freak and a wonder. As for the narrow-minded people, they would directly regard him as an invader and a pariah.

Yennefer laughed at his idea but did not make any further demands.

Based on Geralt's understanding of Yennefer, this woman would generally remain unshakable after making a decision, so Geralt was even more convinced that his idea should be reasonable.

"But you agreed this time." Dandelion exclaimed in a tone that was almost singing, "And without hesitation, without a moment's hesitation!"

"It was only because of that long, emotional and sincere conversation that you restored your past intimacy and melted the ice of resentment, pride and stubbornness on both sides."

“Admit it, Geralt. After that conversation, even if Yennefer viciously asked you to go to hell with her and drink boiling tar with the flaming demons, you would not hesitate!”

'I certainly wouldn't hesitate.'

Geralt thought to himself.

The two of them reaffirmed their love for each other, and two people in love dared to go anywhere together.

Somehow, the White Wolf, who already felt that he was getting old, actually felt his heart beating vigorously at this moment.

It's like a young girl who has never eaten or seen anything before and has fallen in love with it straight away.

And Ciri, the key girl who triggered this conversation, was now being sent directly to the academy by Yennefer in the name of safety.

Someone is investigating this, and this person can control a sorcerer named Riens.

No matter how crappy this Reans is, he is a warlock after all. Who can control him?

Only in Aretuza did Yennefer and Geralt feel a little more at ease.

The people who returned to Loshar Palace with Dean Aretuza, the former Dean, the youngest member of the Supreme Council of Warlocks, and the royal advisor of Temeria, four famous female sorcerers, naturally received the most attention.

Geralt was feeling uncomfortable, but Lan and Dandelion ignored it.

The Loshar Palace is now overcrowded with delegates and their entourage. There are at least dozens of small circles gathered together in this large palace.

(End of this chapter)