"Even if you say so..."
Lann remained silent for a moment before finally shaking his head.
His dazzling silver hair shone with a soft light under the setting sun.
"I can't promise you, Your Majesty."
"You just analyzed the international situation and the malicious rumors. If it were just those, that's fine, I can take Ciri away. I could forge an identity for her, let her live under a different name, a life unlike a royal heir's. That's not hard for me, but..."
"When you start discussing that unexpected law, or rather... forgive me for saying this... that inevitable fate, you become vague."
"Am I right to think that you sense something ominous? Your previous life has taught you that this world is full of strange situations manipulated by coincidences and accidents, and now, you feel you are mocking and defying such 'coincidences, accidents.'"
"Because you didn't hand over Ciri's guardianship to Geralt according to the oath you made?"
