MTL - Astartes of the Bear School-Chapter 790 772Perseverance

Chapter 790 772. Persistence

Facing Lane's question, Lincoln showed a feeling that was very different from what he felt on the battlefield at that time.

 They will follow Lan En into battle enthusiastically, but at the same time, they sometimes have the independence to disobey Lan En.

“We all agree that the ordinary human body is too weak to follow your path.”

Lincoln said calmly, his young face dared to look directly into Lan En's eyes.

 “We need to be tougher!”

“The vast majority of witchers are no better than you.”

 Lan En’s hands were crossed on the desk.

“I am special. You have followed me on the battlefield day and night, and you have also lived with two other demon hunters for a while. You should know this very well.”

"Yes, we know that." Lincoln replied without hesitation.

"But that doesn't change the fact that witchers are tougher than ordinary people. Those witchers may not even be able to beat us ordinary people in head-to-head combat, but that's just because they're not good enough. It's their own problem .”

The man walked in, knelt down on one knee, and then took off his helmet.

This young man with mixed brown and blond hair responded to Lan En calmly.

“And after we mutate, we become ‘better’.”

 He recognized the man and whispered a name.

Just looking at him reminded Lan En of the wildfire and the courage, sacrifice, ferocity and ugliness shown by humans in the wildfire.

　In that wildfire, the Linn father and his son endured the torture of the Nilfgaardians in their last moments.

 Stewart Lynn, son of Hackthor Lynn.

Lincoln stepped aside, and a figure walked into the camp from behind him.

 “Sir Lyn.”

"Some of us feel it's not worth it, but some of us feel it's worth it." Lincoln said neither humble nor condescending. "We do not intend to force everyone to participate in the Green Grass Trial and respect everyone's decision."

 “Yes, my lord.”

Hakson’s scepter from a friend who had died for his country was used as a torture tool by Adal Aip Darcy.

“The Trial of Green Grass has only a 30% success rate for children with the highest plasticity. For adults, one achievement is pretty good.”

Lan En frowned and pursed his lips.

 Lan shook his head.

Lann raised his head and looked at Lincoln and the other people outside the tent who looked at him with burning eyes.

“From ‘best’ to ‘better’. Believe me, the gap is not as earth-shaking as you think.”

 “It’s not worth it.”

"And the one who most persists in carrying out the trials I think you will wish to meet him."

"And the price is too heavy. Your family bloodline will be cut off, and you will suffer seven days that are more painful than death. More importantly."

 He ​​used the all-steel scepter to crack half of Stewart's ribs, the decorative relief on the head of the scepter, and shaved off half of the young man's face.

"And we are the best, my lord. If not before, then after what we have been through with you, we are the best."

 But in the end, he still survived strongly.

 And before the Battle of Soden Hill began, Lan entrusted Geralt with them to take him to the north.

"I remember, I informed Geralt and asked him to take you to Arethusa, and the Sorceress Academy will **** you back from death."

Lan En looked up and down at Stewart, a knight who was once ruthless and efficient in the refugee group, but ended up preparing to die with the refugees he led.

 “Stand up, ser. I don’t need anyone to kneel to me.”

“But it has nothing to do with whether you need me to kneel down or not. This is just my gratitude.”

 Stewart seems to have been infected with the ‘bad habits’ of the Knights of Ash.

He did not stand up immediately after Lan En's words. Instead, he put his helmet in his elbow, put his other hand on his chest and bowed his head in salute.

"Thank you for not letting my father's efforts and sacrifices be in vain. Nor for letting the cries of those who have endured the suffering dissipate on the battlefield." "That's all."

 After saluting, Stewart stood up alone.

"And because of this gratitude, although I did not follow you in that epic war. But I will still be your ever-loyal blade."

 “In the presence of all gods, all blessings and curses, this is my oath, my lord.”

Stewart looked at Lan with a cold expression.

The witcher frowned, but in the end he could only shake his head and sigh.

"You have endured enough, why don't you take a rest? With your story, you are enough to live a stable and prosperous life in any northern country."

 “It’s up to me to decide whether it’s enough or not, sir.”

Stewart put on his helmet again, covering half of his ferocious face.

“I didn’t let the sorceresses mend this face because I was waiting for the trial of grass. Broken bones grow stronger when they heal, and torn muscles grow stronger when they grow.”

“I’ve been waiting for the Trial of Green Grass to make me better.”

“But if you are allowed to conduct the Green Grass Trial, whether you succeed or fail, it will make the research on witcher mutations more serious.”

 Lan shook his head.

"give up."

 Stewart remains calm.

"If this is your order, I will carry it out. But my mind will not change, my lord."

—

 After reconnecting the command of the Ash Knights, Lan left the camp.

The knights in the camp are also starting to pack their things and prepare to break camp.

The reason why they had been hanging around Gos Velen before was just to welcome their commander back as soon as possible.

 Now that they have reestablished contact with Lan En, under Lan En's order document, they will go to the official castle garrison given by Foltest.

That castle is located in the southernmost part of Velen, and also in the southernmost part of Temeria.

 But the key now is not the castle.

 “Ah~~a bunch of disobedient bastards!”

Lan En pinched his head with a headache and complained dullly.

Beside him, Berengar, who also came out of the camp, was laughing happily.

 In with with with with no favors on them, Lan En knew that they would loyally carry out the orders, but their dedication to the tough physique of the demon hunters would definitely not change.

80 % of the two ends in the next three days can save a bunch of reports on requests to make grass trials to themselves.

 But what else can be done?

Can Lan En still be able to kill them?

 In the end, I will only have a headache.

 Looking at Berengar who was gloating about his misfortune, Lan En's mouth twitched.

Immediately, he took out a huge and dark sword from the alchemy leather bag on his waist.

　　【turbid current·destroy】.

As soon as Lan En carried the sword onto his shoulder, the roar of the huge air flow made Berengar couldn't help but shift his gaze to this side.

 At first glance, the master blacksmith was attracted by the rough and brutal sword.

  But the second glance.

　　"Fuck me! Who did you let touch my craftsmanship? Do you hear me? Damn me!"

Berengar leaned towards the sword with red eyes.

 The smile shifted on the witcher's face.

 (End of this chapter)