Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 2055 2027. Negotiations Break Down and Part Ways
Lan En, who had originally wanted to mediate and try to reconcile the two sides, immediately tensed up after Marlenia said those words.

Now he was completely certain: the differences between Michaela and Malenia and Torina seemed to have truly reached an irreconcilable point.

Not only is the rift irreparable, but if they were to meet again, the outcome might even be a fight to the death.

How did things come to this?
How could a half-body of Michaela have such a serious conflict with Michaela herself?

However, amidst the sea of ​​flowers, the tall Valkyrie placed her prosthetic sword aside and coldly watched Torina and Lann.

The chilling and desolate feeling was even stronger than the night in the shadowy land.

The Witcher's vision blurred for a moment, then he suddenly became clear-headed.

The boundless sea of ​​purple flowers vanished, and what came into the hunter's view once more was the endless expanse of withered grass on the graveyard plain.

The sky had brightened again, and the campfire in the makeshift camp was now just wisps of black smoke.

The chill of the night dew can penetrate the skin and reach the flesh.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Margarita's voice came from beside her, teasingly asking, "Was it thanks to me?"

The faint aroma of bread wafted from her direction, along with the clattering sound of a velvet ball tidying up.

It seems that Rongbuqiu didn't cook breakfast this morning and made do with dry food instead.

Without even looking at her expression, Lan En, who was already used to the sorceresses' risqué jokes, knew that she was teasing him about their lovemaking the night before.

“You’re overthinking it,” the Witcher retorted without any politeness. “You didn’t really give me a ‘full meal’ yesterday; you just whetted my appetite at best.”

If you hesitate when faced with this type of older woman who is very daring, they will become even more interested.

If it's a safe and leisurely time, Lan En wouldn't mind indulging Margarita's playful side and playing some role-playing games with her.

But now is clearly not the time.

"We should go."

Lan En's serious and decisive tone choked Margarita back down from the ambiguous words she was about to blurt out.

The sorceress subtly pulled the bra strap back up, which she had deliberately slipped down earlier, and her ambiguous expression turned serious as she walked over to Lan En.

"What happened?"

Lan En had already turned over and sat up from his sleeping bag. Margarita asked him a question while placing the half-eaten bread she was holding next to Lan En's face.

Lan En tilted his head and very naturally ate the whole piece of dry bread from Margarita's hand, chewing as he put away his sleeping bag.

"They've fallen out."

"They had a falling out?" Margarita frowned, puzzled. "Who and who?"

Lann didn't say anything, but in the brief moment while rolling up his sleeping bag, he turned his head to glance at Marlenia, who was still lying flat on the ground, fast asleep.

"Did you two talk last night?" Margarita knew who it was by following his gaze, but then she dismissed her guess, "No, I don't think she touched anything."

"The conversation isn't in reality, it's in a dream. Velvet Ball, Qilin, it's time to go, hurry!"

"Huh? Got it, meow!"

The incident happened suddenly, and Lan En and Rongbuqiu quickly packed everything up. Soon, everything except the area where Marlenia was still sleeping was organized and put into the space-expanding horse bag on Qilin's body.

The two people and the cat sat on the back of the ancient dragon in the new continent, far away from the campsite of the previous night.

"You mean if things fall apart, then we're enemies with Malenia?"

Although Margarita didn't know exactly what had happened last night, as a sorceress, she was very accepting of things like 'talking in dreams'.

Because sorcerers can do such things.

Entering a person's dream and subjecting them to terror can lead to prolonged depression and mental instability. Alternatively, it can give them a series of pleasant dreams, resulting in an optimistic personality.

In the magical Middle Ages, when rulers did not place much importance on protecting themselves from supernatural forces, sorcerers often used the method of interfering with dreams to subtly influence rulers to accept their intentions.

They remained behind the scenes, leaving no trace.

"In that case, why don't we just take advantage of her sleeping and...?"

Margarita looked back at the Valkyrie who was still lying there fast asleep, made a knife shape with her hand, and made a horizontal slash across her own neck.

The meaning of this action is self-evident.

Although they had only known each other for a day, Margarita and Marlenia did not have any conflicts in their interactions.

But since Lann has already said that the negotiations have broken down, and considering the knife attack she witnessed from Marlenia... it's no wonder Margarita would have such thoughts.

But the Witcher simply shook his head. "Actually, it wasn't that I had a falling out with her. It was that she had a falling out with Torina and demanded that I choose sides, or simply not show up again. The next time we meet, it will be when she wants to confirm her intentions with me."

"But what happened between them... to be honest, isn't this already a sisterly conflict? What can I, an outsider, do? I can only try to stay out of it for now."

"I don't want to be here with her when she wakes up, and I have to give her an answer the moment she opens her eyes."

"Besides, golden demigods aren't so easy to kill," the witcher said helplessly. "So what if you cut off their heads? Let alone immortal demigods, the entire border region is in chaos right now, who would die just because they lost their head?"

Margarita was taken aback by what he said.

Although in their conversation after their lovemaking yesterday, Lan En had already relayed to Margarita everything he knew about the border region and explained the situation to her.

However, although the magical Middle Ages possess chaotic magic, this disordered and chaotic power, it is ultimately still a world with stable rules.

Where have you ever seen a world where the rules of the world have collapsed to the point that no one in the world can die even if they want to?
She just listened to it casually, taking it as something new.

But unexpectedly, the very next morning, she would actually have to face the problems that arose under such circumstances. This chaotic and unreal feeling immediately flooded the sorceress's mind.

This made her truly feel that she was in a different world where the rules of the world were gradually collapsing.

Common sense is gradually losing its hold here.

Just as Lan En and his companions were riding the Qilin away from Marlenia, the Demon Hunter sensed a purple figure flash past in the corner of his eye.

Immediately afterwards, a dreamlike and ethereal voice resounded from the depths of his mind.

“You are prudent, and that’s the right choice, Lann.”

The Witcher turned to look at his side, where Torina was floating in mid-air beside him, moving at the same speed as the Kirin, her long purple hair swaying like waves in the air.

Beneath her long, vibrant hair, Torina's skin and bones were so white they were almost like transparent jade.

How long can you let her sleep?

"Who are you talking to?" Margarita and the velvet ball peeked out together, looking at Lan En with questioning eyes.

“It can’t last long, she’s a Valkyrie.” Torina replied lightly, “If her body senses malice during this time, she will wake up instantly. That’s why I said you were very cautious, and that’s correct.”

Torina and Lan En could communicate without any problems, but everyone else except Lan En looked completely confused.

After confirming Marlenia's sleep status with Torina, Lann turned to Margarita and responded.

"You shouldn't be able to see... I'm talking to Torina in my dream."

"You're saying you're dreaming?" Margarita looked at Lan En with a skeptical expression.

The Witcher smirked.

“My brain is a little different from most people’s, darling.” He raised a hand and tapped his temple with his index finger. “My brain can partially rest while the rest remains active… To be honest, I’m quite surprised myself. You were able to put such a small part of my brain into a sleep state and still appear in my field of vision?”

To Margarita and the others, the second half of the sentence sounded like Lann talking to the air next to him.

“I am the [Sleeping Saintess], so I can do things like this. But only your mind could make me do this, Lan En.”

Torina chuckled softly, and the smile on her delicate face seemed different from before—perhaps it was just an illusion? Lan En felt a sense of relief and liberation in her expression.

In short, although her face, body, and long hair were as exquisite as a Barbie doll, Torina at this moment made Lan En feel more than ever before that she was a living, breathing person.

Did Michaela feel so relieved to have been tricked into coming to the Shadowlands and disrupting her original plans?
She is Michaela's female half, yet even her half is stopping her like this... What is Michaela doing?
Lann and Tolina were having a conversation that only the two of them could have.

Margarita, on the other hand, had her arms crossed over her chest, her forearms supporting her heavy, full breasts.

Raising an eyebrow, he complained to the witcher, "Wow, look at this. I've only been here for less than a day, and I've already run into several?"

"A golden demigod, a girl in soul form, and now there's another golden demigod in female form? A sleeping saintess who only appears in your field of vision and can only communicate with you when she's awake?"

Margarita clapped her hands with a broad smile: "Excellent, Mr. Blue, well done. Anything else?"

"Stop being sarcastic!"

The witcher reached out and lightly tapped the sorceress on the head behind him.

Margarita didn't really care about these things, but she was still quite willing to use them as a pretext to tease Lann.

"Please don't mind, Ms. Margarita." At some point, another sound of hooves rang out beside Qilin, and a girl's voice came from it.

This time, the other ones were visible.

A girl with light red, shoulder-length hair was wrapped in a large cloak and rode alongside them on a horse with bull horns.

(End of this chapter)