Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1748 1720. Myrrine

The 'home' that Cassandra mentioned was not far away. It took less than ten minutes to walk to the Tomb of Leonidas.

The discipline that Sparta advocated seemed to be reflected in the city as well. The trees and flowers here were arranged neatly, like guards on duty.

When in Athens, Lan En visited the city many times. There were marble-paved roads, petals scattered everywhere, long-burning braziers, fountains and pools. Every few steps he could see stone sculptures that were at least five or six meters high.

Those stone carvings would depict images of wise men, poets, warriors, wild beasts, etc.

Sparta is still a member of the Greek world after all, and their city also has many beautiful and healthy sculptures.

But compared with Athens, not only is the number far less, but the images are mostly warriors and beasts, and there is not much else.

But even so, Triss, who was visiting this world for the first time, still wondered if these people were a little too obsessed with the art of architecture and sculpture?
There are too many sculptures. These things are not practical at all. How could citizens agree to spend so much money on sculptures?

Is everyone a sculptor?

Moreover, buildings in temples, public areas and other places are often built tall and made of solid materials.

Triss's daily job is to assist Foltest in the court of Vizima. She has seen tall and luxurious buildings before.

She also knew that the majestic and towering architectural style would inspire respect and awe in people, and thus generate the same feelings towards the owner and builder of the building, and even the country that built the building.

Tall and majestic buildings are very necessary from the perspective of the country.

But is it necessary to repair everything? Are there giants in this world?

Triss may have complained in her heart, but these buildings, whether beautiful or majestic, undoubtedly satisfied her strong material desires as a sorceress and made her feel very comfortable.

But Cassandra's home is very ordinary.

There is a dry loess road at the entrance, which is not very spacious. There are several olive trees growing outside, which are now full of green leaves.

It was a small bungalow made of rammed earth, it was really a small bungalow, about three meters high. From the outside, it could accommodate two rooms and a hall.

"I believe it now."

Triss suddenly said.

Cassandra tilted her head and asked, "What?"

"Sparta is a city-state that hates luxury and enjoyment." Triss looked at Cassandra strangely. "Your city is very magnificent and clean, but why do you, a princess, live in a house like this?"

The Spartans erected a huge statue of Leonidas and built a square for his tomb. Triss thought he must have been a very beloved king.

Cassandra's mother is the only descendant of Leonidas, so in Triss's eyes, Cassandra is a very orthodox princess.

But this kind of cognition undoubtedly did not work in Sparta.

At least Cassandra herself was amused and confused.

"Princess?" She laughed and asked back, "Are you sure you are talking about me?"

At the same time, one of her arms was raised and bent, and beneath her delicate and vibrant bronze skin, the outline of her biceps bulged out from under the skin, healthy and beautiful.

Triss also admired Cassandra's physical beauty, but she soon realized that her understanding was not on the same channel as the Spartans, so she stopped asking questions.

A woman was sweeping the dirt road in front of Cassandra's house.

Hearing someone coming, she turned around and appeared very alert.

But when she saw who it was, her brows immediately relaxed and curved into crescent shapes in a smile.

"mom!"

Cassandra jumped off the horse, took two steps forward and hugged the woman excitedly.

The woman also hugged her back and closed her eyes in ecstasy. After a long time, they both let go of each other.

The woman in front of me was wearing a red long dress, but it was tied around her waist and shoulders with leather or cloth strips, making her look very capable and not affecting her movements at all.

Her skin was the bronze color common in the Mediterranean, and her lush long hair was tied into a thick whip and placed on her back. However, the hair was mixed with black and white, and it looked gray overall.

She has a beautiful face, but like her white hair, it already bears the marks of the passage of time and the hardships of life.

There was no doubt that this was Myrrine, the mother that Cassandra had been looking for for so long.

After the two hugged for a while, Myrrine became a little confused.

"Cassandra, didn't Pausanias send you to send athletes to the Olympics? Why are you still in Sparta now?"

Myrrine turned a little more serious.

"Don't be lazy like you were when you were little, Cassandra. This concerns our family and the investigation of the traitor!"

"Of course, of course, I'm grown up, Mom."

Cassandra's tone was that of sweet, blissful impatience.

For her, who had struggled to survive in Kephallonia since childhood, she felt very lucky to be able to find Myrrine.

It was only then that Myrrine saw the person standing behind Cassandra.

After all, with her daughter in front of her, it is almost difficult for the mother to have room for anyone else.

"Who are they...?" Lan En was about to step forward to greet them, but then he saw that Myrrine's expression turned into one of amusement.

"Ah, who else could it be?" She crossed her arms and even circled around Lan En, looking him up and down, asking and answering herself, "A beautiful face, silver hair, and an incredibly strong body... It seems that the rumors about your lover are true."

The second half of the sentence is the mother teasing her daughter.

“It looks impressive.” Myrrine first confirmed, and then asked Cassandra, “But how does he actually perform? Does he make you feel happy and comfortable?”

Cassandra put her hands on her hips and said with a little show-off: "Every time, Mom."

"I am so happy for you, Cassandra. If I had been lucky enough to meet a beauty like this when I was young, I would have fought with others for him."

"I believe it," the falconer nodded with a smile, "because now I can do the same."

Lan licked his lips awkwardly and was about to speak, but Myrrine had already looked at Triss again.

"Where did this princess come from?"

"I'm not some princess," Triss shook her head politely, "Ma'am."

"She's not," Cassandra put in. "She's one of Lan's lovers."

After saying this, Myrrine finally seemed to be stunned for a moment.

She looked at Triss and then back at her daughter.

"You brought your lover's lover home?" She twirled her fingers between the two of them. "Are you two going to negotiate here?"

"No, Mom. I can only say," Cassandra spread her hands casually, "when we play together, it's very... fun."

“So the relationship between us is pretty good.”

"Is that so?" Myrrine seemed surprised for a moment, and then she accepted her daughter's statement very smoothly.

"It's okay for multiple people to play together, but if they want to maintain a long-term lover relationship, then the issues of property and offspring need to be handled strictly. Otherwise, lovers who desire each other may become enemies, which is both ugly and hurtful."

Myrrine looked like she had seen a lot of things. "But this is a matter for you young people. Just have fun, Cassandra."

According to ancient Greek customs, this situation might not be a big deal.

So Myrrine was not too worried and did not intend to interfere with Cassandra too much.

"Thank you for your experience," Lann interrupted at the right time. "I think Cassandra has listened to you. We will pay attention, Myrrine."

"Oh~" the falconer's mother showed an intoxicated and admiring expression, "Look at this considerate beauty. Come on, come in. Let me entertain these two good lovers."

Lan and Triss walked into the small bungalow.

It looked shabby and empty.

The reason why I say it is spacious is not because it is big. After all, it does not look very large from the outside. It is mainly because it is empty.

There was only a long table and benches around the living room as you entered the door, and nothing else.

The Spartans despised material enjoyment and seemed to be the "advocates of minimalist living" in the early days of human civilization.

Myrrine asked the guests and her daughter to sit down, and she kept busy walking back and forth.

But although it seemed that Myrrine was busy, in fact, Lan En took good care of everyone's emotions at the table.

Myrrine's words never fell to the ground, and the witcher responded to every word.

At the same time, Triss's slight discomfort and nervousness, and Cassandra's unfamiliarity with entertaining guests as a host, all disappeared silently and naturally in their conversation and laughter with him.

Everyone feels open and happy. Awkwardness and silence never appear here.

According to Kassandra, Myrrine had a difficult life after being exiled from Sparta, and later became a leader on the island of Naxos.

Her previous behavior was indeed full of vigilance and caution that had become a habit.

But now, with Cassandra as the go-between and Lann's social skills, Myrrine has completely relaxed.

While the other party was in a good mood, Lan En started to get down to business.

"You mean Brasidas?" Myrrine's mouth still had the comfortable smile left over from her conversation with Lan, but her eyes had turned serious. "He has indeed been... not in a good state recently."

According to Cassandra, Brasidas and Myrrine were also old friends, having known each other before she left Sparta, so they were very familiar with each other.

"I understand, because it's really not right. Brasidas was ordered to lead his troops to Arcadia, but now the Olympic Games are about to start and it's a truce. This military mobilization is both dishonorable and a bit risky."

"Why now?" Cassandra frowned and asked, "I remember that he and I received orders from the two kings at the same time. I was asked to return with the Olympic crown, and he was ordered to send troops to Arkadia."

"We Spartans have always been strict in our military orders and never hesitate in our actions, but he hasn't even left Laconia yet?"

“That’s the problem, Kassandra.” Myrrine shook her head. “First he was asked to wait, then he was rushed to go again when the Games were so close. And that’s not all.”

"Brasidas had a close friend in Arcadia that no one knew about, and he thought it might help him make progress in Arcadia."

"But he recently told me that the secret correspondence between him and that best friend was leaked. This private relationship was secretly monitored, which made even a warrior like him feel cold in his heart."

(End of this chapter)