Margarita, despite being the headmistress of the only sorceress academy in the North, didn't put on many airs of a powerful individual; she was unexpectedly approachable.
Seeing Guilliman come to visit,
she enthusiastically welcomed the witcher into her house, moving with alluring steps, offering exquisite pastries and delicious juice, and inquiring about the purpose of his visit.
Guilliman's gaze unconsciously lingered for a few seconds on the two beautiful and voluptuous sorceresses before him before he spoke:
"Madam Margarita,"
"The last time I hunted monsters, I obtained a total of nineteen wyvern eggs. I want to sell them, but I haven't found a good buyer yet."
"Miss Triss suggested I consult you about your interest, which is why I took the liberty of visiting."
The transaction went very smoothly.
Margarita agreed readily, as if discussing a trivial matter.
"Nineteen wyvern eggs? That's surprising. Did you hunt an entire wyvern colony?"
"Hmm, but it's no problem."
"After special processing, wyvern eggs can be made into a powerful aphrodisiac. Nobles love them, and they are very popular here with me too."
"I can buy all those dragon eggs."
"But, you must answer a few questions for me."
Margarita smiled charmingly, her face revealing the sophisticated and captivating smile unique to a mature woman.
Unlike Triss's sweet, lover-like smile, or Queen Francesca's aloof and reserved smile,
it was a smile that made a man's heart itch, making him want to pounce, pin her down, and then furiously vent.
Guilliman licked his lips, feeling a certain area sound a horn.
He glanced at Yennefer, who was sitting on another sofa, seemingly uninterested in their conversation, still crossing her long, pale legs and reading a book.
He couldn't help but feel that tonight might be a big night.
Margarita's questions were simple and not confidential.
She didn't care about the price of the wyvern eggs, nor why Guilliman had hunted so many wyverns.
Instead, like a curious little girl, she asked about his previous monster-hunting experiences, seeming more interested in him personally.
The beautiful sorceress leaned in close, and a rose-like scent of her body entered his nose, giving him an urge to take deep breaths.
This sorceress, with a perfect body like an ancient Greek goddess, was wearing only a low-cut, thin purple dress tonight.
Guilliman enjoyed this feeling very much.
Smelling her rose-like body scent, his mood became more and more relaxed. Soon, he no longer saw her as a powerful sorceress but as a beautiful woman he could flirt with.
He was quite eloquent.
He told some of his monster-hunting experiences, a mix of truth and fabrication, and then discussed some current world social issues, noble gossip, and some blush-inducing adult jokes with Margarita, making the sorceress laugh heartily.
As they chatted, he didn't know when,
Margarita had already sat beside him, leaning on his arm.
"I heard Triss say that when you treated Princess Adda's curse that day, you used some magical method."
"The residual curse of the Striga, even I couldn't solve."
"My dear Witcher, can you tell me what method you used?"
Hearing this question, Guilliman, who had been somewhat infatuated by Margarita's beauty, immediately became alert.
Although in the original story, this headmistress's character could definitely be described as kind and responsible, even sacrificing herself to protect her female students in the face of danger,
as a senior researcher in life healing, it was only natural for her to be very interested in the secret of healing souls.
However, he then thought that his secret was actually nothing that couldn't be exposed.
After all, he only knew how to perform it; he didn't understand the principles himself, and it would certainly be exposed if he used it more often in the future.
And if he were expected to teach others this method, that would be pure nonsense.
So, he chuckled softly and whispered into Margarita's ear:
"Beautiful lady, it's not that I won't tell you this method."
"It's just that this is an ability I was born with, and I don't understand its principles either."
At this point, he suddenly boldly blew a warm breath near Margarita's earlobe, saying in a flirtatious tone:
"But, if you are willing,"
"I have a way for you to experience that feeling firsthand."
"Perhaps you might even gain some insight yourself, who knows."
They were both adults; many things didn't need to be said so clearly.
Margarita, hearing this, showed no sign of refusal. She wrapped her arms around the witcher's neck, her entire weight pressing down on the man.
Her eyes hazy, a teasing smile on her lips, she chuckled softly, then pressed her mouth to the witcher's ear and whispered:
"That's a very good suggestion, Mr. Guilliman."
"Then carry me up; my room is on the second floor."
"Many years ago, I heard Yennefer say that..."
"Witchers' stamina in that regard far exceeds that of ordinary men."
"Unfortunately, among so many sorceresses, only she has a witcher boyfriend."
Saying this, the beautiful sorceress scoffed again, seemingly excited by her own bold actions.
She licked her lips, meeting Guilliman's gaze with seductive eyes, as if she herself yearned to be ravaged and treated roughly.
"I've always been curious about the truth of this matter."
"Mr. Guilliman, tonight, don't disappoint me, alright?"
To be so explicitly provoked by a sorceress whose appearance and figure were like a Greek goddess, any man would be unable to resist.
Although he had long known that sorceresses in the Witcher world were very open about matters between men and women and enjoyed various pleasures, Guilliman was still somewhat surprised at this moment, as if he were the one being taken advantage of.
But how could he not eat the fatty meat delivered to his mouth? Moreover, Margarita was a powerful sorceress.
He rather roughly picked Margarita up into his arms, and amidst the sorceress's excited laughter, he ascended the stairs to the second floor.
However, before going upstairs, Guilliman suddenly thought of something.
He looked at the sorceress Yennefer, who was still sitting on the sofa, seemingly oblivious to their flirtation, and asked with some hesitation:
"Madam Yennefer, would you like to join us?"
However, what responded to him was the black-haired sorceress's cold glare and disdainful smile.
Margarita was amused again.
She licked her lips, looking at the witcher with a chiding and seductive gaze, and said with a smile:
"You are truly greedy, Mr. Guilliman."
"Yennefer is still troubled by her amnesia."
"It's not a good time to ask her to accompany you right now, you know."