The Witcher: Astartes Of The Bear School

I wanted to this in the last chapter but it kinda..... slipped my mind.

So, Who do you think is the kid mentioned in the last chapter? Let's see who gets it right.

Also no peeking into this chapter before answering.

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Chapter 68: (Title at The End)

When they saw the sorceress again, she was lying on the blood-stained sand, shaking her head to stay conscious. If not for her legs, Margarita now looked like a drunk woman who had passed out on the ground. It seemed that the forced spellcasting had indeed put immense pressure on her nerves. 

"This is the rectoress of Aretuza?" Phillip, supporting Lan, walked over, his expression one of disbelief. 

"I thought all sorceresses were... well, very hot? She looks pretty ordinary." 

"It's the magic cream," Lan explained, waving his hand. "I asked her about it. When we talked about her appearance, her natural confidence didn't seem fake." 

"Then we'd better be careful not to wipe off that cream," Phillip said, pursing his lips. "I know my men. They're a bunch of horny idiots. Even if you tell them she's a VIP, if the sorceress really looks as hot as the rumors say, some of them will still try to cop a feel." 

"They can't control their urges, but can't you control them?" 

"Heh!" Phillip glanced at Lan and chuckled. 

"You've never led people before, have you, buddy? Authority is a consumable resource. If you use it to micromanage every little thing, when something big happens, your men won't take you seriously." 

Lan weakly raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up. 

"I've never been a leader, so I'll take your word for it." 

Phillip didn't dare delay the sorceress's treatment. The horses he had ordered were quickly prepared. 

Although the sorceress was physically weak, her mind had mostly regained clarity by now. 

"No, no stretcher. Witcher, you'll take me on horseback." 

By this time, Lan had retrieved his silver sword and Popeye from the woods. He could still feel the pain from the potion's toxins in his bones, akin to a persistent high fever. But it wasn't enough to stop him from riding. 

"Can you handle it, ma'am?" Lan glanced skeptically at the sorceress's legs. The wounds were almost down to the bone. 

Margarita rubbed her forehead and replied, "The wounds and infection aren't a problem. If we hurry back to Aretuza, with magical treatment, I can even make my legs more beautiful than before." 

Her first concern was still "beauty"? Shouldn't the priority be regaining mobility? Lan couldn't quite understand what was going on in the sorceress's mind. 

Phillip assigned York to escort Lan and Margarita to Aretuza. After all, neither the witcher nor the sorceress seemed in any condition to fight. 

The remaining cavalry would take the rescued children and the evidence of the camp's crimes to the lord's castle at Crow's Perch. To present Vserad with a new boost to his reputation. 

Lan mounted his horse, and together with York, they adjusted their horses' direction, ready to set off into the night. 

Margarita's complexion had been terrible—as expected for someone with infected wounds. But strangely, once she was on horse back, the sorceress seemed to lose all rigidity in her upper body, leaning into Lan. Her expression immediately softened. 

Even through the heavy armor, Lan could feel the astonishing elasticity and curves of the woman's body. The magic cream couldn't alter her figure. But this figure... was it even real? Did magic really make such things possible? 

"Wh... What are you doing?" Lan frowned slightly. 

Though he was a young man in the prime of his life, and the witcher mutations made his hormones run wild, he was currently suffering from the toxins in his body. And the sorceress in his arms, despite her figure, wasn't particularly attractive due to the magic cream. 

"No, nothing." Margarita snapped out of a slight, electric-like tingling sensation and replied nonchalantly. 

'Yennefer was right!' The rectoress of Aretuza screamed in her mind. Her fellow sorceress and friend had a witcher lover, and their on-again, off-again relationship was a favorite topic in their circles. 

During their gatherings, Yennefer claimed that the magical resonance in a witcher's body could affect sorceresses. Though the effect was weak and couldn't interfere with spellcasting, the sensation could be applied to some rather... pleasurable scenarios. 

Women could be shockingly vulgar, and sorceresses were the most vulgar of all! 

Right now, she wasn't thinking anything inappropriate. She was just using this sensation as a temporary painkiller to ease the pain from the festering wounds on her legs. 

But... The magical resonance in this guy's body was stronger than Yennefer had described! Do witchers have varying levels of mutation? 

York, holding his halberd, nodded to Lan from his horse, signaling they were ready to depart. 

At that moment, White led a drenched, brown-haired child toward Lan on horseback. To be precise, White was leading at first, but once the child saw Lan, her eyes lit up, and she excitedly ran toward him, leaving White behind. 

"Arya, slow down!" White shouted. 

York and Lan both raised their eyebrows in unison. This brown-haired kid was a girl? 

Can't blame them—Arya's brown hair and gray eyes had a cold sharpness that naturally lessened her femininity. And with a small rapier at her waist and her energetic, impatient demeanor, she seemed more like a boy. Her temperament also seemed tougher than most boys. 

Before White could catch up, Arya looked up at Lan with admiration, her eyes fixed on him. 

"Sir, you're the most amazing knight I've ever seen! Can I be your squire?" 

The young witcher looked bewildered at the sudden appearance of the girl. 

"I'm not a 'sir' or a 'knight,' and you don't need to use honorifics... Wait, who is this kid?" 

Lan turned to ask York, but the halberdier was just as confused. With his level of education, he probably didn't even know how to use honorifics properly. 

The girl, however, eagerly introduced herself. 

"Arya. Arya Stark, that's my name, sir." 

The witcher's cat-like eyes scanned the girl up and down. He noticed that her excitement was quite different from the other rescued children. While the others were relieved to have survived, she seemed thrilled and curious. Did she treat being kidnapped and sold as some kind of game? 

"I mean... have you not been in this camp for long?" Only a child who had just arrived a few days ago could be this optimistic. 

White chimed in. 

"Yeah, Arya was only captured yesterday. She even shared some delicious food with us in the cage... What was it called again?" 

"Fried pork pie. I wasn't captured; I just got separated from everyone in a blink. That pie was supposed to be my snack." 

"Separated?" York scratched his head. "You got separated from your family? If it's not too far, maybe we can help you find them." 

Arya nodded. "Not just my family, but the king's procession too. We were following the king to King's Landing." 

"The king? King's Landing? What nonsense are you spouting? King Foltest hasn't been to this mudhole in years." York was baffled. "Mudhole" was the affectionate term the people of Velen used for their homeland. 

"Never mind, the girl's probably heard too many stories and is spouting nonsense after being scared. What do you think, Lan?" 

Arya didn't react to York's words. Over the past two days, talking to the children in the cage, she realized they didn't even know what "Stark" meant. So, Arya understood that she might be embarking on an unknown adventure, just like in the stories she'd heard as a child. 

This excited the girl, who had always loved adventures. 

Now, she was fixated on the "great knight" who had single-handedly stormed the enemy camp. 

Lan was also at a loss, but Margarita waved her hand impatiently. 

"Take her with us. I just want us to leave quickly. Even if we can't find her parents, I can easily find her a job in Gors Velen that'll keep her fed." 

Both the witcher and the sorceress were desperate to escape their current physical conditions. So, York hoisted the girl onto his horse, and the four of them set off on two horses. 

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Chapter 68: Arya Stark 

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