"Roger, what are we going to learn today?"

Ciri sniffed, glanced at Roger quickly, and lowered his head.

"Come closer and take a turn, and let me take a closer look at you."

Although she felt inexplicable, Ciri did as she was told.

"Hmm...... Put your sword down and go out for a walk with me. ”

"Put down my sword?"

Ciri was stunned and hesitated, and by this time Roger had already turned to leave.

The little girl looked so hesitant that she even glanced up at the top of the castle, where Viselmir and the others were watching.

Truth be told, they were also curious about Roger's method of instruction.

Geralt didn't give him a hint, only Lambert nodded slightly, and when they parted in the morning, he knew that this was the last time he would guide Ciri.

He liked this stubborn little girl very much.

Lowering his sword, Ciri hurried to catch up with Roger.

"Where are we going?"

"To hunt wild beasts?" There was excitement and fear in the girl's emerald eyes.

"No, just walk around."

And the truth is that as Roger said, he left Kylemohan with Ciri and walked along the rugged mountain road into the depths of the mountains.

Ciri didn't feel anything wrong, but what she didn't know was that in the short morning, they had moved away from the area around Kylemohan.

The environment quieted down, and the girl's mood gradually relaxed, and the two chatted with each other.

It's a child's nature to be playful, and Ciri is certainly no exception, but her experience has made her nature extremely suppressed.

She was carrying too much on her back, more than anyone could have imagined.

"Roger." After getting acquainted with it, Ciri is not as reserved as she was at the beginning.

"Will you help me become a witcher? I wish I could be like Geralt and them, I'm too weak now. ”

The girl's clear eyes flashed and she looked at Roger expectantly.

"You have to figure out a problem first."

Roger stopped.

"Do you yearn for the life of witchers, or is it their power?"

"From Geralt's point of view, it's the right choice not to let you become a witcher, even if you are a princess now, believe me, when your pupils become like us, the nobles who once supported you may also fight against you."

"Not to mention, they know very well that being a witcher comes at a terrible price, and while you still don't understand what it means to lose your fertility, if you do, your hatred will one day be transferred to them."

"I don't care, I just want to ......"

"I just want to be strong." Roger continued.

"So you see, you didn't think it through at all."

Ciri bit her lip.

"Does it make a difference?"

"Of course, the witcher is just one of many identities, and there are many ways to become stronger in the same way."

"Please make me stronger!"

Ciri's gaze was steadfast.

Lambert said...... He said you are the strongest swordsman in the world, and I trust him, because even Geralt can't convince him. ”

"But he treats you more respectfully than anyone else."

The girl looked at Roger curiously.

"Can you tell me, Roger, who have you defeated?"

Roger smiled, "What do you want to hear from me?" ”

"Legends?"

Shaking his head slightly, Roger looked into Ciri's eyes, "There's nothing to say, I'm already past that stage because I don't need to prove myself by defeating anyone. ”

"Nobody has the qualifications."

Roger's tone was calm, but Ciri's breathing was slightly sluggish, and she felt that there was not a person standing across from her, but a towering mountain.

In Roger's bland words there is infinite confidence.

"Geralt is right about one thing, he doesn't want all you to do is hatred."

"Let's go." Roger looked up at the sky.

"Today's training is over, let's go back."

"It's over?" Ciri was surprised.

"But we didn't do anything?"

"What do you want to do?" Roger reached out to pat the girl's head, but was deftly dodged by the other party.

This is the alertness of a witcher's apprentice.

"Body, speed...... And patience in the face of pain......" she replied with a serious face.

"That's their method, not mine, I need to get to know you before I can make a training plan accordingly."

"Let's go, little one, you just have to trust me, and then you can become the second most powerful swordsman in this world."

"Not necessarily!" Ciri wrinkled her nose.

"I'll overtake you, wait and see!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" Roger waved his hand without looking back.

When they returned, everything was normal in the castle, and Roger went straight back to his room, while Ciri was taken away by the mysterious Lambert.

It seems that the crowd is also eager to know their training progress.

But the result...... Naturally, he was confused.

The next day, Roger gave her a gift when he saw Ciri.

"What is this?" Ciri opened the box and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

A well-fitting outfit and a longsword appropriate to her height and weight.

"You're going to do that?"

Roger did not answer, but left the castle with the girl again, and after several days, Geralt and the others couldn't help but find Roger.

"Ahem." Viselmir was the first to break the silence.

"Roger, how's your training going?"

"Good, she's better than I thought she would."

"I'm very happy with the progress."

Roger replied.

Viselmir's cheeks twitched, if it were another witcher, he would have been able to scold him, but although this guy in front of him looked young, he was older than himself, and he really couldn't do anything like he did with Lambert.

"Oh...... That's good. Vismere smiled dryly, his eyes darling at the others.

Geralt avoided his gaze, his head bowed as if studying the lines on the table, and Eskar looked left and right.

In the end, Lambert couldn't help it.

They believe in Roger's strength, but in the last few days they have learned from their inquiries...... Well, it seems that strong people may not be able to be good teachers.

"We all know what's going on, it's understood...... You've been taking Ciri around for the last few days. ”

"I'm not saying it's bad, but this girl obviously has more important things to do, as long as she doesn't do it for a few days, her body's reflexes will drop, which can be fatal against the enemy."

"Is it time to start formal training?" Lambert was aggressive at first, but then in the face of Roger's calm gaze, he unconsciously lost the confidence to question.

"Don't worry, I know what I know." Roger looked out the window at the weather.

"Trust me, I don't have to wait for the snow to melt, Ciri should be able to finish my first phase of training, and by then ......"

He paused slightly, his gaze scanning the crowd.

"At least it shouldn't be that easy for Lambert to win."

Hearing this, Lambert's eyes were about to pop out.