Lann doesn't care about many things.
This is something Geralt can clearly sense as different.
Many things that matter greatly to the humans and sentient beings of this world are completely insignificant to him.
Just like today.
A noble identity, which a family might strive for generations to attain, he doesn't even symbolically value at all.
Ged has also left.
Only these sixty warriors are left, eagerly watching Geralt.
What worries Geralt even more is...
"What are you going to do?!"
"You know it well!"
A little girl with mouse-gray hair painstakingly pulled out a sheathed longsword from her backpack.
It was the Bear School Steel Sword of ordinary make that Ged had discarded.
The Bear School's hand-and-a-half sword is inherently larger and wider compared to the market's standard, and in Ciri's petite hands, it looks even more like a greatsword.
The little girl gritted her teeth hard, causing her cheek muscles to bulge high.
