Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 554 555. Aretuza’s position

"In other words, Nilfgaard really invaded Cintra?"

In the dean's office in Arethusa, Lann sat on the cashmere bench where Margarita would lie down when she was relaxing, and asked the sorceress sitting behind the desk.

Lan En had just arrived here, but as soon as he entered the door and saw Margarita lying on the cashmere bench fishing, he already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then he turned his eyes, and when he saw Margarita sitting behind her desk, carefully reviewing and correcting the college's administrative documents one by one, he knew that something big had happened.

There are very few sorceresses who don't pay attention to their image. Even someone like Tissaya, who is already considered an outlier in their group, only has obsessive-compulsive habits that prevent her from catering to these young people.

To put it simply, sorceresses have messy hair and clothes. It must be carefully designed to arouse other people's desires and make people salivate.

And Margarita is the leader among sorceresses, both in terms of her natural appearance and her later appearance.

But now, the sorceress behind the desk really showed a sloppy look of exhaustion and overuse of her brain.

Lan En was very shocked by this. After all, Margarita was a woman who dressed herself carefully before and after going to bed. He knew this very well.

"How long has it been since you rested?"

the witcher asked worriedly.

"From the time the results of the Battle of Manada were transmitted to the present."

Margarita put down her quill stiffly, wiped her face with her hand, and sighed.

She would never do this kind of action that would mess up her makeup, even if she put a knife to her neck.

"It's been seven days and now I suspect that my pee smells like energy potion! Damn it!"

Lan En had only seen the sorceress who had always been elegant and calm, but now she was so mad that she was swearing. He had only seen her in the original cannibal camp.

"What happened to the war?"

Margarita's groggy mind made her think for a while before giving Lan En a definite answer.

"The rumors are correct. All the main forces of Cintra were defeated by the Nilfgaardians in Manada. King Ister Tursek died on the spot, and Calanthe retreated to the city of Cintra. Relying on She must have been holding on to the city walls and enchanted gates for four days now, and it will be the fifth day soon."

Already advanced to the city of Sintra?

Lan En estimated in his mind.

The Nilfgaardian Empire's troops are indeed fast and strong. It's quite worthy of the Nilfgaardian's proud look.

"How did those Nilfgaardian troops treat Manada's defeated troops?"

Lan tilted his head and asked Margarita a seemingly jumpy question.

But this question is important because it reflects the behavior of the Nilfgaardian army.

If they left a large number of prisoners of Sintra, it means that they attach great importance to post-war peace talks, and therefore they will not make absolute mistakes in many things and maintain the bottom line.

But Margarita's words disappointed Lan En.

"I don't know, dear. Well, I don't know."

"In just a few decades ago, the existence of the Nilfgaardian Empire itself was only spread in the mouths of the most knowledgeable and knowledge-hungry people in the north. We know too little about them, and too little is arranged around them."

"According to information from Redania's most powerful spy chief, the Nilfgaardians had already deployed an army there that was several times larger than the main force of Cintra before the Battle of Manada began. However, our forces here The intelligence didn’t even know when they gathered! That’s why Calanthe led his men and ran into them!”

"The placement of prisoners in the army? Not to mention, that's confidential."

As she spoke, Margarita put her elbows on the desk, spread her palms outward, and sneered.

"Let's pray to Meritelli and the Lady of the Lake who caught you doing your job. Let's pray that the Nilfgaardians are as civilized and kind as they say they are in their propaganda."

Lan En turned to look at Margarita for a while.

She wasn't even in the mood to cover her dark circles with magic cream.

Suddenly, Lan stood up from the cashmere bench, walked behind the desk, and put his hand on Margarita's shoulder.

This action made the sorceress' body suddenly freeze.

"You need to rest, Rita."

After a brief stiffness, Margarita put her arm around Lan En's waist and leaned against his armor.

Regardless of the fact that she had previously scolded the armor for being too hard and too awkward.

"Phew~ But I can't rest, honey."

After taking a deep breath, Margarita's tone became calm and rational, as if the previous swear words and complaints were all magical illusions.

"The college, the students, still need me. They need me to continue working."

"The sudden outbreak of the war has made all the people in power in the entire north sensitive. They can't wait to unite all their forces to launch the strongest counterattack! If at this time, there is any tendency or inappropriateness in Arethusa's diplomatic language, we will Being ruthlessly involved.”

"I can't let my students be coerced by the words of those in power, seduced by the power and money they promise, and then run into the meat grinder with their heads covered!"

"Wizards should pursue magic and progress."

Margarita's tone seemed to be expounding some kind of declaration.

"We should not waste our energy on ordinary people's rights struggles and wars. Even if my students really want to take this risk, they should make a decision after rational consideration and consideration."

That's what Margarita insists on.

She cares about this college and its students.

God knows why this bold, fiery, lazy and extravagant sorceress has such a sense of responsibility, but she just does.

"Tissaya hasn't come back yet?"

"She is dealing with local affairs in the palace of Kevir, but she told me that she will do her best to come back as soon as possible."

"Understood"

Lan En whispered.

"Then let me do it and you go and rest."

"What did you say?" Margarita raised her head and looked up in surprise at Lan En, who was taller than the last time they met.

"Administrative writing and diplomatic writing, right?"

As Lan spoke, he began to sort out the piles of texts on Margarita's desk.

The sorceress was surprised to find that these text files, which she had placed in a disorderly manner because of exhaustion, and that only she could find the rules for, were becoming neat and orderly at a very fast speed!

The movements were so smooth that Margarita almost thought Lan En was messing around.

But occasionally a few documents that she had corrected appeared, showing that Lan En's handling was indeed based on the rules.

"Find me a sturdy chair that you can sit on, and then you can go to bed."

Lan En took over the quill in Margarita's hand. The quill looked very compact in his hand.

"If you're not worried, you can simply proofread it tomorrow."

Mentos began to slip into copywriting mode in his mind.

And in countless [Memory Dives], the experience of the Emperor's Children in governing the planet and completing star system-level deployment and notification was sorted out, providing Lan En with the smoothest and most secure decisions and expressions.

In fact, to complete these copywriting tasks with Margarita's intention of "prioritizing staying still and not expressing a position", for Lan En——

He actually felt that Margarita was quite rough at doing these 'simple' tasks.

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