Astartes of the Bear School Chapter 440

Chapter 440 439. Name

This name seems to have a special effect.

Originally, the arrival of the queen had already caused these soldiers to stand up straight, but when the name came out of the queen's mouth, the soldiers who were standing closest to the demon hunter moved slightly away in an instant. One step forward.

Their movements were surprisingly consistent, so that the movements that should have only made small movements on the armor actually seemed a bit jarring when superimposed.

The face of the leading soldier suddenly became extremely ugly, and the faces of the soldiers themselves also looked mixed with embarrassment and fear.

I just don't know whether this fear comes from that name, or from the fact that I lost my manners in front of the queen.

Haktholl's head that was lowered deeply tilted slightly, and he used his peripheral vision to look at what was happening behind him.

But even if you just look at him out of the corner of your eye, you can feel the disbelief in his expression.

Among the witchers I commissioned is the rumored "Hunter Lord"?

Hacksaw's eyes wandered, looking for the brilliant silver hair in that impression.

Only him!

Hair as brilliant as molten silver, handsome face

And when Haxor found it in the crowd, he happened to meet Lan En's peephole.

There was no malice in those amber cat eyes, but it still made him turn his head as if running away immediately.

it's him!

Who else could it be but him? !

　　Hakthoe shouted in his heart.

He did not recognize Lan En, mainly because he did not expect, or dare not think, that the person who had been rumored would appear in front of him.

“I'm sorry, Your Majesty. [Hunter Lord]'s appearance is different from the portrait that was sent to me. I didn't recognize it.”

At this point, he can only make a feeble defense for himself.

The queen of Sintra and the actual ruler of Sintra wears emerald jewelry that matches her green dress and eye color, and a slender gold crown surrounds her long light gray hair.

That long hair convinced Lan En that the little guy he met in the Broklon Forest did indeed have the same bloodline as the queen in front of him.

　　【Cintra Lioness】 is rumored to have a beautiful figure, but now she has gained some weight. Her beauty was compromised because of this, but she could still see her graceful charm when she was young.

At this time, with an interested smile on her face, she stopped in front of Lan En and looked at him carefully.

After hearing Haxo's defense, her smile did not diminish at all and she spoke without looking back.

“Ah, that portrait that came from Temeria, I think of it, and I can't blame you, Haxor. A bad painter wouldn't be able to depict even one-third of the beauty of that face.”

Calanthe's hand gently raised, wanting to caress Lan En's cheek.

But the witcher's smile remained unchanged, he just raised his head slightly and let his slightly fat hand fall.

“Ah, there is also this painting that seems to be contemptuous of the nobility from beginning to end, but hides the arrogance under the smile. This cannot be painted by a third-rate painter.”

Calanthe was not angry. To be precise, she seemed unconcerned.

This is completely different from those wanton and dissolute female nobles.

But when the other party's heavily armed soldiers subconsciously stayed away, they could continue to approach Lan En without any care. The name of this woman [Cintra Lioness] didn't look like the name of the nobles giving each other steps and blowing it out. .

Lan realized this accurately.

“You said there is a portrait of me here? But I don't remember meeting any of the painters.”

This was the first time Lann spoke after entering the palace of Cintra.

“Yes.” Calanthe admitted lightly. “For a warrior like you, it's unreasonable not to pay attention to him. Besides, that disgusting Stetha, in terms of blood, is he still mine. Or is he mine, Haxor?”

The palace steward stood up and began to tell the names of dishes as if he was familiar with his skills: "The great-great-grandfather of Count Stesa has the same name as your great-grandfather's cousin brother."

Calanthe just listened to the beginning and waved his hand, indicating that Haxo could stop.

Her eyes did not move away from Lan En's body for a moment.

“You heard it too, that maggot is still related to me by blood, so it's natural to pay attention to your information.”

"It's precisely because you haven't met the painter that those people can't even meet the requirements of painting like this."

“And to be honest, what you did is really in line with the temper of the people of Cintra, Mr. [Lord Hunter].”

“Just call me Lan En, Your Majesty.”

“So, can you come with me and have a chat, Lan En?”

Calanthe didn't wait for Lan En's response, and turned around and walked towards the bench swing under the big tree.

“As for the other two, Haxo, entertain them well.”

“As you command, Your Majesty.”

“If Visekid knew that there was a [Hunter Lord] among the three of you, he would not send just twenty people to bring you here. No, he would not allow this meeting to happen at all, and he would try his best to stop me.”

“You are a great hero in Sintra's reputation, but please understand that preferences and politics are often incompatible.”

The Queen of Sintra strode towards the swing like a heroic man.

Lan, on the other hand, followed Calanthe half a step behind, speaking calmly.

"Of course, I understand that politics must be cautious. This marshal seems to understand the combat effectiveness of witchers, at least witchers other than me. This is rare."

"Haha! That's because he has seen how many soldiers a demon hunter without armor and only holding a sword can deal with. Geralt of Rivia, he made a big fuss at my banquet ten years ago, then This time was also the guard arranged by Visekid. Since that time, he has never seen any witcher alone. If the witcher had white hair, he would double the number of guards."

Calanthe turned around and sat on the bench swing, kicking his feet from time to time to keep the swing rocking.

Originally, there were several young women accompanying her here. One of them was sitting on the grass next to the swing. Her dress was spread among the green grass, turning into a wisp of white among the green bushes, like a snowflake. The other two were a little further away, picking strawberries and arguing about something.

But after she brought the witcher over, the queen waved her hand, and the girls jumped down.

“Okay, enough chatter, let's get a little more formal by greeting each other: Nice to meet you.”

“I am equally pleased, Your Majesty.”

“Very well, after greetings, let's get straight to the point. I want you to talk about what you heard from the tomb during this trouble.”

Calanthe was swinging on the swing, facing the setting sun.

Lan stood next to the swing, facing the same direction.

They didn't look at each other during the conversation, which would normally be considered rude, but neither of them seemed to notice.

Lan En truthfully told the truth about the resentment that Rogna, who had become a demon spirit in the mausoleum, once expressed.