The Witcher: Astartes Of The Bear School

Chapter 69: This Woman Doesn't Seem Like a Good Person!

The journey from the hills near Condyle to Gors Velen was uneventful. To be honest, if Velen had any other significant threats besides a well-armed criminal gang of over a hundred people, Vserad might as well consider stepping down as lord. 

With the speed of two good horses, they managed to avoid 99% of the potential troubles along the way. 

Finally, when Margarita, even with her entire upper body leaning on Lan, still showed no signs of improvement, the two horses successfully arrived in Vizima by noon the next day. 

This time, Lan was able to walk straight to the end of Kardo Street, right up to the magical barrier of Aretuza Academy. 

The little girl, Arya, seemed to be seeing magic for the first time. The magical barrier left her gaping in awe. But due to her curious and active nature, there was no fear in her eyes—only eager curiosity and excitement. 

"By the old gods, this is real... magic!" 

"Halt, strangers." A female voice came from the barrier. It seemed that, despite its advanced appearance, the magical barrier still required someone to guard it and didn't have automatic recognition capabilities. 

This slightly lopsided development, in Lan's eyes, fit the differences between various technological paths. 

Lan dismounted. The fever-like pain in his body hadn't subsided at all after a day. The toxicity of a witcher's potions was no joke. 

The young man helped Margarita down. The sorceress couldn't stand on her own at this point, so Lan carried her in his arms. 

"Open the gate, Safin." 

Margarita's voice was weak, but Lan believed she knew the other party could hear her, which was why she used such an effortless tone. 

"You know my name? No, that won't work. No entry for strangers. This is lady Tissaia's order." The female voice spoke casually, sounding like a woman multitasking while painting her nails. 

Lan could feel Margarita take a deep, chest-expanding breath against him. The sensation was quite noticeable. 

"Safin, I'll deduct all your holidays for this academic year!" The sorceress hissed under her breath, then wiped her face with both hands. 

Lan could clearly feel something change about the woman in his arms. It was as if a veil had been lifted from her. The hidden "charm" was finally revealed. 

Only then did Lan realize that he hadn't even been able to focus on Margarita's face before. This was the effect of the magic cream. A witcher's resistance to magic was no match for a real sorceress—even a simple ointment could fool it. 

Golden hair, a face that remained stunning even after nearly ten days of torment. Margarita's beauty lived up to the rumors. Even fairies and nymphs couldn't compare. 

The moment the sorceress wiped off the magic cream, a commotion erupted from the other side of the barrier. Then, with a loud 'boom', right before their eyes, the air seemed to connect to a negative pressure space. A portal, edged with yellow light and pitch black in the center, opened in mid-air. 

"Wow" Even in his feverish state, Lan couldn't help but marvel at this magical technique he was seeing for the first time. Opening a portal with a wave of the hand—now 'that's' what you call a mage! 

A similarly stunning sorceress stepped out of the portal. She had a somewhat old-fashioned or conservative air about her. But in terms of appearance, Lan guessed she was no older than thirty? 

Her hands were clasped together in front of her abdomen, a posture of dignity that wasn't common in everyday life. But she maintained this stance the entire time. 

Without needing to ask, this old-fashioned sorceress seemed to understand Margarita's condition at a glance. 

The sorceress didn't even lift a finger, and Lan felt the weight in his arms lighten. Margarita floated away, hovering beside the sorceress. Arya's eyes followed the floating Margarita with fascination. 

The sorceress didn't ignore the others. 

"You're poisoned," she said to the witcher in a tone that left no room for doubt. "No need to tough it out. Just bringing Margarita back earns you Aretuza's gratitude." 

"My telekinesis is strong enough to toss all four of you, plus the two horses, around like coins. So, if you want, you can collapse now." 

With the burden lifted, Lan felt exhaustion wash over him like a tidal wave. 

"Thank you," he said weakly. 

The sorceress nodded slightly, and Lan began to float as well. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but it felt like his floating position was subtly adjusted to maintain symmetry with Margarita. Did she have Obsessive Compulsive disorder? 

Lan's random thoughts ended there. His body, craving rest, gradually relaxed, and the witcher closed his eyes. 

***

When those amber cat-like eyes opened again, it was another bright, sunny day. Beneath him was a full set of velvet bedding. Not only had he never slept on such a comfortable bed in this world, but even in his original world, Lan had never encountered such luxurious sheets. 

It was like lying on a cloud. 

Without even looking around the room, Lan knew it would be filled with high-end, luxurious decorations and furniture. 

"Mentos, report on toxin levels." 

"Understood, sir. Monitoring in progress. Toxin levels have been cleared." 

Lan shifted on the bed, finding a more comfortable position. 

It seemed that for sorceresses, these toxins were as easy to deal with as blowing away a speck of dust. 'Why couldn't I have been a sorcerer?!' 

In this rare moment of relaxation, Lan couldn't help but revert to his former college student personality. 

But when a knock came at the door, he quickly transformed back into the witcher who had single-handedly taken down an entire camp. 

Margarita appeared at the door in a wheelchair. Her legs were wrapped up, looking as if they were in casts. But the outer layer was inscribed with patterns Lan couldn't understand, and a soft light glowed from within. 

Perhaps, as Margarita had said, magic could restore her nearly skeletal legs to a state even more beautiful than before. 

Now that Margarita was back at her academy, she could safely and abundantly access many resources. She had returned to her usual attire: a colorful dress, golden jewelry, and the meticulous makeup that sorceresses prized. She was even more radiant than when she had wiped off the magic cream. 

Her eyes alone could captivate souls. The heavy makeup didn't look tacky; instead, it only enhanced Margarita's noble and commanding beauty. 

Her figure was voluptuous, like a ripe peach, exuding mature charm. Her skin was smooth and pale, like cream. She wore a deep green chiffon dress, with what appeared to be an open neckline and back. This difficult-to-pull-off color didn't seem out of place on her. 

The power of magic could create beauty that transcended the times. 

"Wait, I can appreciate a beautiful woman, but why are her eyes glowing?!" Lan's body stiffened slightly. 

By the way, he was currently sleeping shirtless. 

Margarita's wheelchair rolled closer. 

"Hmm, it seems you've recovered well?" As she spoke, her delicate, jade-like hand trembled slightly as it reached toward Lan's body. 

The young man looked at her expressionlessly and silently pulled the blanket up a bit. 

'This woman doesn't seem like a good person!' 

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