However, Francesca had certainly never experienced such an embarrassing situation.
After regaining her senses, her pale face quickly flushed, and her eyes held both annoyance and much shyness.
She said with a hint of resentment:
"Was it like this when you treated Princess Ada, Mr. Guilliman?"
Guilliman liked Francesca's shy and annoyed demeanor; it was much more interesting than that female driver, Margarita.
When he was with the headmistress, he was always the one being teased.
He laughed heartily, then said:
"No, Francesca, your willpower is stronger. Princess Ada would always pass out directly after each treatment."
"I must say, in terms of willpower, you have already surpassed a warrior."
Hearing the witcher's teasing tone, Francesca became even more shy and annoyed. Like an angry kitten, she tilted her head back and bit Guilliman's chin.
Facing such an almost provocative attack, the witcher no longer held back.
He embraced the Elf Queen in his arms, kissed her delicate lips, directly pressed her onto the blanket by the campfire, activated his 'clothes-unraveling' skill, and reached out to remove her white gauze dress.
The campfire burned fiercely, igniting the flames in people's hearts as well.
Under the most primal attraction, both the witcher and the sorceress no longer restrained themselves, fully releasing the desires in their hearts... Guilliman was attacking the Elven Webway.
(Thousands of words omitted here, will write an extra chapter when I have time.)
The next morning.
When Guilliman opened his eyes again, he found that Francesca's beautiful figure was no longer beside him, as if last night had been a beautiful dream.
Only the fresh scent lingering around his body made him still feel a sense of loss, as if in a dream.
Too high-class, this woman was too high-class.
As expected of the Elf Queen, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the witcher world.
He somewhat understood the absurdity of ancient monarchs abandoning their empires for peerless beauties.
Although he couldn't say he was already infatuated with Francesca, whenever he recalled the happy scenes with the Elf Queen last night, Guilliman always felt a faint sense of emotion and intoxication.
It was like tasting the most delicious food in the world or drinking the most exquisite wine in the world, with an endless aftertaste.
Especially the difference in their body sizes, which enhanced the pleasure of 'pounding' several times over.
Guilliman stood up directly, too lazy to put on clothes, and walked stark naked towards the small lake from last night.
Now, on the entire island, there was only him, a man, and Francesca, a beauty, so being a bit unrestrained didn't matter.
As he was thinking this,
he strolled to the clear lake and suddenly heard the voices of two women talking.
One was ethereal and melodious, graceful and elegant—it was Francesca's voice.
The other had a somewhat mature and deep tone, but her voice lacked emotion and emotional fluctuations, indicating she was an extremely rational woman.
"You did very well, Francesca."
"That witcher indeed has the bloodline of the Elder Blood, and the concentration is not low, far exceeding that of ordinary Elf Sages."
"Currently, he might be the only male left in the world with the Elder Blood."
"If the two of you can have children, then your children will be legitimate Elven royalty."
"They will have the right to become the ruler of the entire Aen Seidhe race."
"Currently, the royal bloodline of the Aen Elle race has been cut off. Although their sages are still trying other methods to solve the White Frost, it is very difficult."
"I estimate that in the end, they will only be able to save about one-tenth of their population with the help of the sages' power."
"The other Aen Elle elves will die in the bitter cold of the White Frost."
The serious, mature woman's voice, despite describing extremely cruel, almost genocidal content, lacked any emotion.
Perhaps in her eyes, the ninety percent of Aen Elle elves and the legitimate inheritance of the Elven royal bloodline, the latter was probably more important.
After her words were fully absorbed, Francesca's voice, rather languidly, sounded:
"Is that all, Aida?"
"All I hear from you every day is racial heritage, royal bloodline, Elder Blood."
"As an Elf Sage,"
"are the lives of ordinary tribe members completely unimportant in your eyes?"
"Also, since you already came here last night and were secretly watching from the side,"
"why didn't you stop Guilliman? You clearly had a better way to remove the curse."
Hearing Francesca's complaint, the Elf Sage named Aida Aemin still said with little emotional fluctuation:
"The responsibility of an Elf Sage is not to maintain the prosperity of the race, but merely to ensure the continuation of the race, to prevent our race from going extinct."
"The number of ordinary tribe members, as long as it doesn't fall below a certain level, recovering is only a matter of time."
"Moreover, I had already suggested that we could use feminine charm to win over Guilliman."
"Your beauty is a powerful weapon; it's just you who's been conflicted."
"Since you two naturally came together, why should I come out and stop you?"
"Allowing the royal bloodline with the Elder Blood to be born is one of our responsibilities as sages."
"Furthermore, the reason I didn't show myself was to better observe his power."
"His power is very special, and his soul is even more special."
"I suspect he is not a human from this world. Whether it's his ability to directly take items, or the speed at which he increases his power, or his ability to directly use soul power, these are not things ordinary humans can possess."
At this point, Aida Aemin's voice paused, then she continued:
"However, these are just details that don't need to be concerned with."
"Your current task is to complete mating with him as much as possible, striving to give birth to royal bloodline within a hundred years, before he loses his fertility."
"If you cannot complete it, I suggest you select as many pure-blood female elves as possible from the tribe to continue Guilliman's bloodline."
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