Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1455 1427. Tishaya

The entire Aretusa was in chaos, and the sudden outbreak of violence made no one care about others.

The traitor wizards had been planning for a long time, and the wizards other than them could only act according to circumstances.

Margarita and Triss were the ones who fought with Francesca and Fecatelle when the rebellion broke out after the questioning in the Gastang Palace.

At that time, the forbidden magic circle had been crushed by Viggofortz's massive magic power, and everyone could cast spells at will.

So a pure-blooded elf and the current dean of Aretuza started a magical battle almost instantly!

The former friendship and even the sympathy for the plight of non-human races were no longer taken care of in the midst of violence and conspiracy.

Francesca is a warlock of the same generation as Tishaya, or even older.

Pureblood elves have an extraordinary lifespan.

But even if the traitors took the first step, Margarita, who had been on guard for a long time, still raised her hand and shot.

The non-magical attack came without warning and suddenly hit Francesca's shoulder, just a few inches away from killing her the moment the fight started!

Later, due to her injuries, this "most beautiful woman in the world" could only cooperate with Fekart, barely holding back Margarita and Triss, and finally escaped in embarrassment.

But even if it was just a delay, the traces of their magic spells almost shattered a rocky cliff outside the Gastang Palace.

Triss and Margarita didn't know where Mattie Söderung, who specialized in medical magic, was, but Lan knew it.

He dragged Geralt directly to the crystal cultivation laboratory.

Only here can Gedimitis, whose heart had been cut out, be saved.

When Lan En arrived here, it turned out to be just as he expected.

The door that he had originally opened and blocked was now opened with the correct method. Inside, there were several injured warlocks lying in a mess, bleeding and wailing.

On the desk in the laboratory, Gedimitis, with his robe soaked in blood and his arms open, was lying there like a corpse.

The equipment in the crystal cultivation laboratory is running at maximum power.

A new heart was gradually constructed from the transparent culture medium at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

And Maddie Soderlenger, she even wore the same dress she wore to the dinner.

The kind of gauze that could reveal every detail of her body, but now the gauze was stuck to her body with blood, and even the curves of the sorceress's body could not attract the attention from these cruel blood-red marks.

Mattie was using her magic to replace Gedimitis' lost heart and pump blood throughout his body, and she couldn't pull her hand away for a moment.

"New casualties? What's going on outside?"

"The rebellion is over. Now we just need to deal with the aftermath. You can rest assured to treat them here. How is Gedimitis now?"

"I can keep him, as long as nothing happens to this heart."

After Lan En spoke, the sorceress turned around in surprise. Only after she really saw the tall and strong figure did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I have only met him a few times, the sense of security that this man and this strong and reliable body can bring to people when we are in the same camp is self-evident.

"This is..." Mattie looked at Geralt being dragged by Lan, "Yennefer's lover?"

"To be precise," Lann placed Geralt in the laboratory, "they are lovers. They are together not just because they want to have sex."

"Yennefachili" Geralt kept repeating these two names even when he was asleep.

Mattie sighed almost jealously, "Yes, it looks like they are lovers. He has a head injury. Has he vomited?"

Lan pointed to the trail of vomit and blood that had settled on Geralt's stomach.

Mattie nodded. "Very good. It looks like a mild concussion. If we apply the techniques here to that leg, it shouldn't be a big problem. It'll just take some time to rest."

"Rest." Lan En nodded. "I know a place that's very suitable for him to rest, but now his injuries are in your hands."

After sending Geralt to Marty for treatment, Lan went down to the island of Thanedd and reached a location close to the Loshar Palace.

This is the direction of Tishaya that Margarita just pointed to.

He heard a roar.

Ms. Tishaya de Vries, who was always exquisite and rigid, was standing on the corner of a ruined tower.

She raised her hands, flames dancing in her palms, and chanted the spell, but the sound was no longer steady and clear, but almost screaming.

A dazzling, expanding fireball roared downward.

The fireball that flew out of Tishaya’s hand seemed powerful enough to blow down a city wall!
"boom!!!"

She actually knocked down a wall. Lan heard the sound of the wall collapsing, as well as the screams and the hasty retreat.

"Go back!" Tishaya shouted down rudely with an anger that Lan En had never seen before, "No one invites the kings' lackeys here! The kings you obey are all short-sighted fools!"

A timid voice of negotiation came from below: "Respected Ms. Tishaya, we, we just want to go in and help! The North has lost too many warlocks overnight. We can help clean up the ruins and treat the wounded!"

"Gos Velen's municipal staff is here too! We have no disrespect or ill will towards the warlocks, we just want to help..."

"I said, get out!"

The flames expanded again, burning the air with a muffled sound.

"Stop, Tishaya!" Lan En approached quickly and shouted, "Don't go on, the rebellion is over! What you did to those people was nothing more than a massacre!"

"Shut up, Lan!"

Tishaya screamed.

"The civil strife that destroyed the unity of wizards has ended, and this island is still ruled by wizards! Kings have no right to interfere in the conflicts between wizards. This is our internal affairs! We will resolve this stupid dispute and move on, because wizards shoulder the fate of the world!"

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Seeing the fireball in Tishaya's hand about to be blasted down, she was extremely excited.

Lan En's resounding footsteps suddenly sank!
With a quick "swish" sound, his body seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke.

[Acceleration] allowed him to instantly close the distance between himself and Tishaya.

With ease, Lan En grabbed both of Tishaya's wrists with one hand and controlled the casting gesture.

He pressed the still burning flames onto his armor without changing his expression, and Smaug endured it completely.

With the other hand, he covered Tishaya's mouth to prevent her from chanting the spell.

This simple and crude method is common among warriors who control some ordinary mages in emergency situations.

Tishaya is certainly not an ordinary wizard. In addition to gestures and spells, she can cast magic with just her mind.

But Lan En just used this simple method to control Tishaya and forced her into his arms.

Tishaya was struggling, and even with Lan En covering her mouth, she let out muffled curses.

But she was already pinned down by Lan En, and there was no way she could break free.

"It's over, Tishaya, it's over"

Lann whispered, trying to calm the sorceress.

Tishaya's shouting and struggling became less and less intense, and gradually, she began to become weak and relaxed, like a powder keg that could explode at any time.

Leaning on Lan En who was holding her captive.

Only after Tishaya showed no signs of being emotional anymore did Lan En release his control over her body.

It was only at this time that Lan En saw Tishaya's current appearance.

The sorceress, who once couldn't stand even a single hair being out of place, now had her hair disheveled and her face covered in burning black ash.

The complicated robes were awkwardly tangled together, messy and dirty.

She lowered her head, as if she didn't want others to see her current appearance.

But she had no intention of tidying up her appearance, even though she could look brand new with just a snap of her fingers. She looked like she was completely disheartened and didn't care at all.

"Philippa Eilhart has escaped. She flapped her owl's wings and fled. As one of the planners of last night's vicious conspiracy, she is undoubtedly a sinner, a sinner of wizards."

"But what about me, Lan?"

As she spoke, Tishaya raised her face with a self-deprecating smile.

"My prejudice, or insight, towards Philippa caused us to be stuck in mutual suspicion last night. I am obsessed with the independence of the warlocks, but I lost it last night because of this obsession."

The self-mockery in her smile became stronger. "You know what? If Vigfortz had entered Gastang Palace a second later, even if it was just that one second at night, Gedimitis and I would have personally taken action to open the traitors' magic-blocking gold handcuffs."

"Because we both believe that this is a conspiracy organized by Philippa to eliminate dissidents. If the captured warlocks cannot escape, they may be executed. In the end, they are the ones who want to execute others."

"I haven't cut the blood vessels on my wrists yet, only because I still have a fig leaf in my heart: at least I didn't let those traitors go with my own hands, right?"

Lan En just nodded and gently hugged Tishaya, who seemed to be so soft that she had no bones.

"It's over. From your perspective, you have made reasonable inferences and disposals."

(End of this chapter)