Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2052 2024. Venting Determination
However, Margarita was clearly not fooled by Lann's subconscious excuse.

When you truly care about someone, you can discover many flaws that person tries to hide.

“But you’ve been to many worlds where gods actually exist, haven’t you?” The sorceress frowned. “I remember you told me about that world of fire. At least the gods in that world were just attacking each other, but in that world, the world itself was on the verge of collapse. And then there was Yharnam, who was dragged into the nightmare of the Old Gods.”

Lan En was silent for a moment, but then smiled nonchalantly: "Those things are all in the past."

"So you're just going to keep quiet about this since I never asked?" Margarita looked at him seriously. "That kind of battle against God... God, just thinking about it makes my heart jump out of my chest!"

What Margarita saw and heard today far exceeded the limits of stimulation she had experienced in her past years.

When the sorceress arrived at the border, she was filled with the joy of reuniting with her lover after a long separation.

But then, the blood of the entire lake, and those terrifying giant crows and wild dogs—I won't even go into those.

But when Margarita learned that the earthquake, which was still shaking and had aftershocks when she arrived, was actually caused by a demigod named Rataen!
When Margarita saw Marlenia wield her blade, the sharp edge of the long sword cleaving from the foot of the mountain all the way up, the aftershocks at the very end still cutting through the solid stone roof of the temple like cheese!
She had already begun to feel her worldview crumbling at the destructive power of the strong in this world.

She always felt that her worldview was refreshed every time she met this lovely partner.

What were the warriors like in the magical medieval world before Lann appeared?

Witchers are considered the pinnacle of solo warriors. Although their bodies, modified by potions, are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, they possess exceptional skills and extensive knowledge.

Under adequate preparation and without restrictions, one person can at most deal with nearly a hundred enemies.

In the event of a sudden conflict, there would be no time to prepare anything, and potions and alchemical bombs would be out of reach. With just a sword, three or four professional soldiers could probably take down a Witcher.

This has always been Margarita's impression of warriors.

However, although Margarita did not witness the scene of Ratan using gravity magic to smash the meteor, she did witness Marlenia wielding her sword.

The sharpness of that cut... Margarita felt that whether it was cutting stone or wood, it made no difference to that cut.

Judging from the distance Marlenia cut along the way, this strike covered at least several hundred meters.

If we consider a small mountain as a cone, then Marlenia's slash would undoubtedly cut the mountain in half horizontally!
Although she knew from Tishaya's warning that in the magical medieval world, the first generation of sorcerers from hundreds of years ago basically had the power to move mountains, change the course of rivers, and create earthquakes.

But she never imagined that someone could slice off a mountain peak with a single swing of a knife!
In contrast, Queen Marika's act of dividing and sealing away a continent is more in line with Margarita's worldview.

After all, that was something that could be done with magic.

"In such a world, what can even you do?"

Margarita looked at the Witcher seriously.

Lan En, who was being watched, simply shrugged and smiled, saying, "Just doing what I think I should do... Isn't that how I've always lived?"

"Don't try to evade my question with pretty words! You bitch who thinks you can do whatever you want just because you have a pretty face!" Seemingly really anxious, Margarita even swore at Lan for the first time outside of their romantic setting.

However, considering that even under these circumstances, looking at the Witcher's carefree smile, she didn't forget to add the adjective 'beautiful face,' it's hard to be sure whether this was an insult or not.

"You saw Marlenia's strike, didn't you? Even she, a powerful... according to the fluff ball, a demigod! is completely disoriented now. Do you really think you're stronger than her?"

"You mean Marlenia?" Lann scratched his head with an unchanged smile. "Looking at it now, she is indeed stronger."

He emphasized certain words subtly as he spoke, but the sorceress, who was currently furious, clearly didn't notice.

Margarita's chest heaved violently as she forced herself to calm down with deep breaths.

“We must calm down and talk, my dear. Let’s leave it at that. You’ve already traveled so many worlds and taken so many risks for your promise to the Lady of the Lake.”

"Now, you've achieved great success, you possess wealth beyond measure, you even truly own a country! You are the Regent of Sintra, and once that little girl Ciri is found, judging by the way she looks at you, your position will be unshakeable. Isn't that enough?"

"That's enough for now! Let's go talk to the Lady of the Lake and clear things up. She's not the unapproachable goddess from mythology, right? She's even quite interested in you... um!"

Before Margarita could finish speaking, her lips were captured by the Witcher's kiss.

Their lips met, and they were already very familiar with each other, even habitually taking things a step further.

The sorceress, who had been swinging her arms wildly at her sides as she spoke due to her excitement, wrapped her arms around Lan En's neck.

And she wanted to press him forcefully towards her, as if she wanted to knead the two of them together.

Female sorcerers often have an emotional side.

Now, Margarita's body has adapted to Lann's body.

Unlike the pure love that blossoms during the day when people reunite after a long separation.

At this moment, the sorceress's worries, fear of possibly losing Lann, and bewilderment at having her worldview shattered... all these complex and negative emotions transformed into naked desire.

Sex is, in essence, a way for humans to release emotions. Positive emotions can make the process gentle and alluring, while negative emotions can make it rough and violent.

In the desolate plain of tombstones, the rustling of withered grass grew even more intense.

After a long while, Margarita brushed her blonde hair away from her sweat-drenched neck and forehead.

The layer of sweat, carrying a magical scent, on her body reflected the night sky, outlining her breathtaking figure.

“You should… huff~” Margarita first caught her breath before continuing in an annoyed tone, “You don’t think you can convince me with just one time, right?”

The witcher appeared much calmer than the sorceress.

As Lan En helped Margarita reattach the straps of her dress, he spoke softly.

"I wasn't trying to comfort you just now; I just wanted you to vent. Seeing those incredibly powerful people and their strength on your first trip to another world must have made you too nervous."

He bent down and kissed Margarita's sweaty shoulder.

"Do you feel much better now?"

Margarita didn't speak or turn around, but involuntarily raised her hand and gently stroked her lover's face on her shoulder with lingering affection.

However, just as Lan En said, she now feels a long-lost sense of ease and comfort, both mentally and physically.

The previous confusion and panic were greatly reduced by this feeling.

"The fact that the Lady of the Lake is easy to talk to is not a reason for me to break my promise to her."

Once he sensed that Margarita's emotions had calmed down considerably after her outburst, Lan En whispered something in her ear.

"In your heart, am I the kind of person who won't do things just because they're too difficult?"

Margarita chuckled silently, then, as if teasing a child, she gently pinched Lan En's cheek with the hand that had been stroking his face.

If he were truly that kind of person, then the two of them wouldn't have even met in the first place.

And now, the once-famous Dean Aretusa's stunningly beautiful body will become a skeleton in the Velen Swamp.

“It’s my fault,” Lann comforted her softly. “When Tisaya first came to this other world, as did Triss, the first thing they saw was the bright and cheerful atmosphere of the other world. Only you… I’m so sorry, I suddenly dragged you into a world where gods are engaged in a generational war.”

"Shut up!" Margarita suddenly growled fiercely, her face contorted with anger at being offended. She tightened her grip on Lan's cheek. "You're not one to back down. Are you saying I'd just slip away from you now?!"

Margarita had to admit that after hearing that 'Tessaya and Triss went to the other world with Lann mostly for fun, while she came to help in times of crisis,' she actually felt a sense of pride and satisfaction based on sacrifice.

This seems a bit vain in the context of universal morality.

Fortunately, Margarita had long since accepted her vain nature.

Lan En simply smiled and continued, "But based on my past adventures, you should know that this kind of thing is an accident. Most of the time, I'm not really that unlucky."

"Finally, and this is also quite important."

"what?"

Margarita's fingers, which had been pinching Lann's cheek, now returned to a gentle caress.

"I feel... I really like my current pace of life."

The sorceress then turned to look at Lan En's expression, which was very serious.

"Adventure, exploration, and progress... This relentless, ever-advancing energy and spirit makes me feel like I was destined to be this kind of person. Can you understand, Rita?"

Stunned, Margarita turned her head to stare at the Witcher's profile before finally letting out a wry smile.

Determined and goal-oriented people possess a unique charm when they are focused, regardless of their appearance. This is a quality.

When this quality appeared on Lan En, Margarita had to admit that even though she had just eaten him fiercely, she was still deeply fascinated by him.

“Marianne,” Margarita said, her tone suddenly shifting as she looked at Lann’s profile, “what’s your relationship with her?”

"Uh..." Lan En was taken aback by the sudden question. "What did you say? We have absolutely no relationship!"

"Oh?" The sorceress's voice held a deeper meaning. "So you're trying to tell me that you've been in this world for so long, yet you haven't worn a single drop of perfume, Mr. Lan?"

"Tell me about it, I'm really curious."

(End of this chapter)