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TWL Chapter 246: Wine, Whispers, and Farewell Fires
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 14:29:11 +0000 UTCThe next round will be chosen from Vesemir and Eskel. Vesemir shook his head and gave the opportunity to Eskel.
The scar-faced witcher thought about it and had an idea. "Never have I... woken up after a drunken binge, only to realize I'm completely naked except for my underwear."
The statement was a direct blow to almost everyone.
Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert, Coën, and even all the members of the Viper School picked up their glasses.
"What's wrong?" Coën asked, noticing Lann's gaze as he shrugged. "Drinking a little too much and letting loose a little doesn't seem so far-fetched to me."
It was true, at least compared to the confession of the first incident with the succubus, this seemed like a rather mild revelation.
But Lambert was not going to be left behind and, as if it were an achievement, he added: "Then I have a follow-up. After I woke up, I found that the underwear on my body was not mine!"
Having no idea what he was proud of, everyone shook their heads and ignored him. After a round of negotiation, the right to speak in the next round was given to Geralt.
The White Wolf thought for a moment and finally said: "Never have I... made a hasty escape out of a lady's window before daylight."
As soon as Geralt said the phrase, he realized it had been quite an obvious hint: the history between Countess Mignole and Vesemir wasn’t exactly a secret at the School of the Wolf.
Looking back, he found that Vesemir was depressed and poured himself another glass of wine.
And surprisingly, Lambert followed closely.
"Ha!" Geralt was finally happy. "The one who can make you flee in panic must be a tough guy!"
Lambert, who no longer seemed so enthusiastic, sighed with a tone of melancholy: "No... He is my friend, I just don't want to hurt his feelings."
"Hehe, you are really a 'good friend'."
Just when it seemed like the argument between the wolves was about to turn into a fight, Lann intervened: "Guys, maybe we should leave it here, right? Or then it will be very awkward when we have to meet again..."
The members of the Viper School, who had already learned several scandalous secrets, did not raise any objections.
But Lambert, being Lambert, did not give up.
"One more round, one last round!" He said, already somewhat euphoric from the alcohol. "Let it be Vesemir's turn, who has drunk every round but still hasn't said anything, and he was the one who proposed the game in the first place! He must make up for it!
Vesemir was visibly upset. "Thank you for thinking about me, Lambert."
Lann watched as the old witcher gripped the goblet so tightly that it looked as if it might break. Tonight, Vesemir had broken all the assumptions that others had of him; instead of the famous White Wolf, or the cynical Lambert, it turned out that the most unusual of all was Vesemir himself.
Alcohol probably played a role as well. Vesemir, who had drunk more than anyone else, ended up accepting Lambert's proposal, blushing as he began the final round of the game.
"I have never... had anything with a woman while I was not fully conscious."
Lann's hand suddenly froze.
No need to hide it, because Geralt was there at the time, and the White Wolf had already cast a playful look at him.
Lann sighed and picked up the wine glass. However, to his surprise, the other hand beside him also made the same action as him.
He looked up and saw it was Mousesack.
The old druid said with a stiff face: "Don't ask anything, Lann."
"...Okay."
For Lann's suggestion, everyone decided to terminate dinner.
That night, after enjoying themselves to the fullest, everyone returned to their rooms.
...
When Lann opened the door of his room, it was as if he had entered another world. A warm family aroma enveloped him instantly. He inhaled deeply: a subtle orange perfume, Gardenia and Cedro.
When looked up, there was Triss, kneeling next to the fireplace. The red hair sorceress fed the fire; her face, so soft and delicate, shone with a blush that even exceeded the warmth of the flames.
"Did you come back? You arrived a little later than I expected" Triss told him with a smile, while opening the window to ventilate and then offered him a glass of water, approaching with soft steps.
Although Lann was used to being served, the scene, the person, and the moment made him feel a new and indescribable emotion.
Lann sipped the water slowly, enjoying his freshness, and asked Triss: "Are you here to check my progress in magic learning tonight again?"
That phrase had become a kind of 'key' between the two. Triss smiled and nodded, but then shook her head. "Not only that. Actually, I came ... to say goodbye."
Lann's movements suddenly paused. He didn't expect to get this answer.
"Goodbye? Where are you going?"
Normally, Triss always found a way to stay by his side, like that time in Novigrad. With Ciri now under his protection and Brokilon with Marshal Vissegerd in charge, both Triss and Mousesack could take a break.
Lann originally wanted to take Triss with him to Skellige.
"I have two reasons." Triss explained softly, obviously she was also very reluctant. "The first is by Ciri ... she will spend a lot of time with you, isn't it? I think it would be better if they had time to be alone. "
Triss raised a finger and gently placed it on Lann's lips, stopping any response. "I know. I know that Ciri is not upset ... ours. But, even so, I know she could feel uncomfortable."
"She has spent a lot of time separated from you in Kaer Morhen, and now I want her to fully enjoy this time with you."
Triss smiled and continued: "In addition, when she returns to Kaer Morhen, I can always visit you. After all, I have the advantage of knowing how to use portals." She said, winning an eye. "She will take a long time to learn that."
Lann sighed. "You said you had two reasons. What is the second?"
"The second one..." Triss laughed and gently hugged Lann. The scent of orange and cedar became stronger. "I am the royal advisor of Temeria. Have you forgotten? I am going back to Temeria."
Lann was really stunned this time. "Have you not yet resigned? I thought that having been traveling with me so much, in Temeria they would have already had a problem."
"It's not that there have been no inconvenience." Triss said with a smile. "But in reality, I am not the only real Advisor in Temeria. In addition, the kings no longer trust sorcerers as before; my absence does not affect them much."
Triss chuckled. "Don't get me wrong. I am now... half Cintra. Going back to Temeria is the result of my discussion with Mousesack. I know that Temeria's attitude towards you is problematic now. I hope to mediate and win allies for you as much as possible."
Triss continued: "I also want to get more sorcerers to have a good disposition towards you. Remember that King Foltest has a group of magical advisors, and lately he has been rejecting sorcerers. It could be an opportunity to bring those who are being separated."
Lann meditated on what Triss proposed. He wasn’t worried about gaining allies in Temeria, as he had the unwavering support of Princess Adda. However, the idea of approaching the sorcerers of the Real Council of Foltest was something that interested Lann.
Lann suddenly patted his forehead. Triss had just avoided Ciri, and turned around to meet Adda again...
"What's happening?" Triss asked, seeing Lann's sudden gesture.
Without being able to reveal his thoughts, Lann changed his subject quickly.
"Nothing, I was thinking about Temeria's sorcerers. If I remember correctly, Keira Metz is not part of that group?"
"Why? Are you interested in her?" Triss asked, arched an eyebrow.
If he did not remember badly, Keira would be one of the founders of the Lodge of Sorceresses, a powerful alliance of Sorceresses del Norte. Without a doubt, she is someone with whom it would be worth forging an alliance.
"I met her once. She caused me a good impression and her skills seem ..."
Lann's words vanished by perceiving a drastic change in the atmosphere of the room. His medallion began to vibrate, and heat in the environment increased significantly, with an accumulation of magical energy that soon became a swirl of fire.
Triss's body became more and more hot in his arms.
"The goal I am talking about is Fercart, who is now a member of the Council of Wizards and has considerable force."
Lann nodded quickly. "I think so too. Although I haven't met him, I've heard of him and he's a powerful sorcerer."
Triss continued: "Although Keira is also a good option. If you have a particular interest, I can talk to her."
The temperature in the room became higher.
Lann sighed and decided not to prolong that conversation. He hugged Triss fiercely. "You know, I think with you by my side, I don't need anyone else. Although if you insist, I trust you will know how to handle it."
Triss tried to answer, but he silenced her with a kiss. Although at first he got carried away, he recovered his composure and gave him a slight blow to the chest.
"The window is still open. It's snowing now!"
"It doesn't matter, just keep fire on."
