"Good morning, Vesemir."
Lann naturally raised his hand to the Old Demon Hunter as a greeting.
"You don't seem worried at all."
Vesemir stood up from the ground and adjusted his slightly askew armor.
"It's just a powerful teleportation spell. These long-lived, powerful beings are always like this. Even when they want to kick an unwanted guest out, they habitually use such over-the-top magic. Nothing to be surprised about."
"Oh, it seems Geralt still has a lot to learn from you. He still looks completely bewildered."
They both glanced over to see the milk-white-haired Demon Hunter looking dazed, while Ciri with her mouse-gray hair was chattering beside his leg.
He's still too young.
Vesemir originally wanted to say this to account for his apprentice's behavior.
But as he glanced at the young man beside him who looked like a bear cub, the words were swallowed back.
