"Aha, what a pity. I heard Fanier from the Brugge court is a great beauty."
Like Videns, Brugge is a country neighboring the Brook Leon Great Forest. Geralt and Lann were on horseback on the road outside the forest at the time.
For some reason, the demon hunter with milky white hair had a tone that was somewhat sarcastic, but with a hint of... small jealousy?
"It's always like this... Geralt, ever since knowing about my cooperation with Airetusa, you've been speaking sarcastically. I'm her long-term contracted demon hunter; I have work to do! It's not like I have to sleep with every witch in the academy!"
Lann suspiciously glanced at his senior beside him.
"I wonder why you're so sensitive, could it be that a witch broke your heart..."
At this point, the young man decisively judged from his senior's expression that he should end this topic.
Geralt's face now looked just as foul as the feces of his horse, Marla, named 'Carrot'.
