Lan threw down the pen in his hand and rubbed his head tiredly.

There was a mountain of documents piled on the desk in front of him, which was a far cry from the level he had to deal with in the town of Brokilon.

But this is a happy trouble for him now.

There are too many things to deal with in Cintra: planning a celebration ceremony, rewarding the generals who restored the country, and re-establishing diplomatic relations with neighboring countries...

Previously, the royal family members and almost all the ministers of Cintra died together when the city was captured, which led to a talent gap in Cintra today. The new generation has not grown up yet, and the old generation itself has a lot of responsibilities, which means that Lann has to do most things himself.

He couldn't even count how many meetings he had attended, how many documents he had signed, and how many people he had met in the past few days.

I don't know if Mossak specifically chose this opportunity to lead the Warlock Group to mutate the Witchers. Ever since he cultivated Lann's political ability, he has been happy to have some free time and has completely devoted himself to the research of magic experiments.

But thinking about it, all the projects that Mossak was working on were found by Lane, so Lane couldn't complain anymore.

"Help me call Ens!" Lane shouted towards the door, and finally decided to ask for some help from outside.

The guard outside the door responded, and his footsteps gradually faded away. Ens now served as the chief steward of the royal family and had many things to look after, and he was no longer on call 24 hours a day like before.

…

At a small desk next to Lann, Ciri also leaned back in her chair, imitating him, looking exhausted.

The little girl never missed any education classes during her time in Brokilon Town. As the first heir to the royal throne, she had already begun to get involved in government affairs with the help of various ministers.

This is a practice at this moment, helping Lann share some of the pressure.

However, this pressure soon overwhelmed the little princess, and now Ciri was in the same half-dead state as Lann.

The two looked at each other with lifeless eyes.

Suddenly laughed out loud.

It started as a suppressed hum, then began to expand and turned into a loud laugh, filling the study, bursting through the door, causing the guards outside to curl their lips.

Ciri touched the corners of her eyes, which were somewhat sparkling, and then touched the chair, table, and even the floor beneath her: "We are finally back, Lan."

"I promised you." Lan said softly.

"And you always fulfill your promises." Ciri also replied softly.

Ciri flipped through the documents on the table, not wanting to even look at them.

But she suddenly had an idea and picked up the pen again to start drafting her own agenda.

"Lane."

"Um?"

"What we are doing now is what our grandparents did in the past, right?"

"What else?"

"There are also two thrones in the palace's hall."

Lann nodded his chin and his eyes drifted to Ciri.

He had some idea of ​​what the little girl was going to say.

He chuckled, "That's right."

"But when I am crowned queen at the grand ceremony, I will only be able to sit on one chair."

“Obviously.”

"...Then the extra one will have to be left blank, which doesn't look good!"

"Oh?" Lan's smile turned playful. "Is that what you think? You think it's-unsightly?"

Ciri's ears have turned camel-red, and the color is gradually spreading.

"That's right - it's not beautiful!" Ciri said with a red face, "So I think I need another person to sit next to me to fill the chair!"

"That makes sense. Who could that person be?"

Lann's expression was serious, as if he was really in distress.

With a "bang", Ciri slammed the desk hard.

The physical fitness of the half-monster trained in Kaer Morhen is truly amazing. Lann seemed to hear the desk making a tearing wail, and was afraid that it could not hold on any longer.

"That's the table that my aunt and uncle used to use," Lann kindly reminded.

Ciri stared at Lan and exhaled.

Then she suddenly jumped onto the table so that she could look down at Lane.

She raised her chin slightly and became dignified.

"Lord Lannister, I think I made a mistake in the past." Princess Ciri said seriously.

"I promoted you from earl to duke prematurely—even skipping the level of marquis."

"And now you have the merit of recovering Cintra. In the foreseeable future, you will surely create an even more glorious legend."

Lan cooperated very well and gently stroked her left breast: "Don't mind, Your Highness."

“No, I have to consider the impact this may have in the future.” Princess Ciri’s face showed her concern for the country and the people. “If heroes like you cannot get a matching reward, then the newly liberated Cintra may fall into turmoil again, and all the beautiful visions will be shattered.”

Lann showed a heavy expression: "We can't let this happen, Your Highness."

"That's right, Lord Lannister." Her Royal Highness the Princess nodded. She was very satisfied with the Duke's advice.

"So, Lord Lannister. I plan to ascend the throne as queen at a celebration ceremony in the near future. And then I will, um... announce it." When Ciri said this, her voice finally couldn't help but tremble.

“I will… announce to the entire Cintra and the entire North.” Ciri’s throat tightened, “Announce that you will become the king of Cintra, continue to lead the people forward with me, and restore Cintra’s former glory.”

"Are you willing to take on this responsibility for the future of Cintra?"

Lan En showed a flattered expression: "Your Highness the Princess..."

"This is for the stability and development of Cintra." Her Royal Highness's face was stern, and her words began to deviate from the elegance of court education. "Duke Lannister, please don't be ungrateful!"

Lann sighed: "For Cintra, it seems that this is the only thing I can do."

The princess nodded with satisfaction.

The next second, the little girl's expression began to collapse, and in an instant it became like a ripe apple.

She leaped across the table toward Lann, waving the quill in her hand like a witcher's sword dance.

"Why do you sound so reluctant? Ah!"

The conference room seemed to be hit by a wind, and all the documents began to fly.

The guards outside the door could no longer suppress their smiles, but fortunately they had helmets and visors to hide their expressions.

But their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably again.

…

"Master, Your Highness, I am here."

There was a loud knock on the door from outside.

You don't need to distinguish the voice to know it is the old butler. Now he is the only one in the whole of Cintra who still calls Lan "Master".

"……Enter."

As soon as he pushed the door open, the old butler saw documents spread out on the floor, and the Duke and Princess were cleaning up the floor with serious expressions.

The old housekeeper sighed.

"Master, Your Highness - Cintra has a lot of work to do. I know the numerous affairs recently will bother you, but please hold on for a while longer."

The two nodded together, accepting the old butler's encouragement and teachings.

But Lann's face soon showed a look of despair again, because he saw that the old butler was also holding a stack of documents in his hand.

The mountain of momentum on the table was built up bit by bit by the old butler.

"I know why you asked the guards to come to me, young master. It just so happens that I will deliver these things to you." Ens clenched his fist and coughed lightly. "I'm sorry that I can't share the task with you for the time being. Every position is fully loaded now..."

Lan opened his mouth and let out a long sigh.

It seems that it is unrealistic to ask the old butler to help.

He could also see that although the old butler was speaking with full energy, he was actually relying on the excitement of just regaining his country. Now he was in a contradictory state of extreme excitement and fatigue.

If possible, Lan even wanted to ask the warlocks for some sleeping potion to add to Ens's meal, otherwise he was really worried that the old man's body would not be able to hold on.

He even transferred House to help the old butler.

"I understand." Lan En rubbed his temple. "I need you to help keep an eye on the restoration of order in the palace and the arrangements for foreign guests. Just give me these documents."

Enns smiled and added another layer to the top of the paper mountain.

Lann patted his face again to refresh himself: "Remind me of the important recent itinerary. Is there anything I need to remember?"

The old butler meticulously took out a notebook from his pocket and said, "The envoys from Temeria and Redania have already arrived in Cintra. As great powers and important allies in the war of national restoration, they need to be given due attention."

Lann let out a sigh: "I remember this, they seemed to arrive in the capital in the morning, right?"

"Yes."

"Did these two countries come from the same country?" If so, there are many interesting things to think about.

The old butler shook his head and denied it, "It's just a coincidence. The Temerian delegation set out from the port of Vizima, and the Redanian delegation set out from Novigrad. Both are major routes. Although Redania is far away, it set out earlier, so it happened to meet the Temerian delegation."

"They are all resting after arriving, hoping to meet Her Royal Highness the Princess and Master as soon as possible."

Lann nodded to show that he understood, and then asked, "Who are they?"

"The Temerian delegation is led by the royal advisor, Sorcerer Keira Metz. She has gone to see Lady Merigold and they are having a very pleasant conversation," Ens replied. "The Redanian delegation is led by the royal advisor Philippa Eilhart. Prince Radovid is also in the delegation."

Lann chuckled. "Can the delegation be led by a warlock again now? I thought the warlock group had lost the trust of the northern kings."

The old butler shook his head slightly: "The situation has obviously changed now."

Lann tapped the tabletop lightly with his index finger and looked at Ciri. The little girl was indifferent to both delegations.

If we talk about the relationship between Cintra, Temeria and Redania, Cintra was originally closer to Redania. After all, during the Northern Conference, Vizimir II clearly expressed his support for Lann.

Although Vizimir II also had his own plans, they were much better than Temeria, which always opposed Lann.

However, during the Battle of Lyria, Temeria also sent real soldiers to support, and King Fortestai even led the army in person.

Although it is unclear what made Foltstei make this change, it is obviously more precious than the support from Redania.

I just don't know what price Cintra will have to pay for Temeria's support?

"Do they all ask to be confronted in private?"

"Yes, sir."

Then inviting them to dinner is not very realistic and it will waste more time.

"Then let's meet the Temerians first and leave Redania behind a little bit." Lann decided, "Redania is a longer journey, so let them rest for a while."

The old butler agreed and prepared to notify the two delegations shortly.

"Shall we arrange for you to take a bath?"

Lann shook his head: "No."

Now Lann doesn't have the time to go through the process of bathing, changing clothes and doing aromatherapy just for the two delegations. It's not like he usually doesn't pay attention to his personal hygiene.

Cintra, a military country, does not have so many rules. Calanthe once attended a banquet and met guests wearing blood-stained armor the moment after a battle, which made her reputation even more famous.

The old butler nodded in agreement.

After flipping through the notebook for a while, he suddenly reminded: "Master, there is one more thing."

"You asked me to remind you to check your, uh..." Ens paused, "...[Experience Points] every once in a while? This seems to be a very important thing to you."

Lann slapped his head and quickly opened the system template that only he could see.

[Experience value: 1919/2000]

It was a close call, I almost got upgraded.

During this period, I have been repeating the previous pattern of "approving documents, accepting tasks, and then arranging subordinates to complete the tasks", and my experience points have been accumulated very quickly.

It's not that leveling up is bad, the basic attribute improvement and skill point acquisition brought by leveling up are indeed very helpful. But at this stage, these experiences have more important uses.

However, even if he used up all the experience at this level, Lan was confident that he could accumulate enough experience to upgrade within the next week - after all, Cintra, which was in a state of disrepair, was full of tasks.

"Make arrangements." Lan En said excitedly, "I'm going to the dungeon."

…

The two guards opened the iron gate and saluted Lann respectfully.

One of them held a torch to lead the way for Lann, all the way to the deepest level of the dungeon.

Hearing the noise of someone coming, two people suddenly jumped out of one of the cells and started cursing at Lan.

The guard leading the way frowned immediately. How brave does it take to insult the lion in front of the Cintra soldiers?

Lan En waved his hand and said, "Ignore them for now."

He walked straight to the end and came to an exceptionally clean room.

The inside was hollowed out to become something like a bathhouse, filled with fishy-sweet red liquid.

Two pieces of charcoal-like bodies were floating inside, and one could especially see the fangs on the face and the inhuman claws extending from the fingers.

Lann looked around for a moment and then moved his gaze to his system panel.