"I wouldn't mind helping the elven race."
"But, don't you know that Witchers are infertile?"
Hearing the Witcher's slightly teasing rhetorical question, Ida Emean remained expressionless, showing no embarrassment at having her scheme exposed. Instead, she explained earnestly:
"Witchers are unable to reproduce with ordinary people because your genes have mutated."
"Although your appearance doesn't differ much, you are fundamentally no longer the same race as humans or elves."
"However, you are special."
"You possess the Elder Blood, and this powerful bloodline has integrated into your genes."
"As long as you mate with a woman who also possesses the Elder Blood, there is a certain probability of bearing offspring with the Elder Blood."
"It's merely a matter of success rate. Later on, whether through magical intervention or assisted reproduction via artificial selection, the success rate can be increased. This is not a problem."
After saying this, Ida Emean probably realized she wasn't very welcome.
She turned to Francesca and said:
"I suggest you consider my advice carefully."
"You should remain here until your curse is fully recovered. I will temporarily handle the affairs of the Valley of Flowers for you."
With that, the elven sage didn't even bother to greet the Witcher. She simply waved her hand, summoned a small teleportation portal, and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Damn it, these experts are really casual. Teleportation portals in their hands are probably almost as effective as the Elder Blood.
He'd have to figure out a way to set up a magical barrier on this island in the future, so those high-level spellcasters couldn't just come and go as they pleased.
Guilliman muttered a complaint inwardly, then turned to look at Francesca.
He found the sorceress absently stirring the clear lake water with her slender hands, lost in thought.
He couldn't be bothered to think so much. Various odors from last night's battle still lingered around his body.
Guilliman quickly plunged into the lake water, swam to Francesca's side, and reached out to embrace the beautiful elven queen, unceremoniously rubbing and cleaning the dirt from her body.
In less than a few tens of seconds, Francesca's face was flushed crimson from his ministrations, her breath came in light gasps, and her body began to radiate heat.
She pressed her hand against the Witcher's chest, and with her other hand, grabbed his wandering hand, saying with a hint of helplessness:
"My magic has partially recovered, Guilliman."
"You don't need to be so considerate in taking care of me anymore."
The Witcher chuckled, then scooped up the elven queen in his arms. Like tasting a cream pudding, he took a bite of her tender skin, his voice muffled as he said:
"Don't be so formal, Francesca."
"We're going to be on this island for several more days. If you don't play with me, I'll have nothing to pass the time."
"Witchers have abundant stamina, and my stamina is among the best of Witchers."
"We can chat, do pleasant things together, and by the way, I'd like to hear your stories."
"I'm very interested in the history of the elven race, magical knowledge, the origins of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers, and things like that."
"Three days isn't a short time; it's enough for us to get to know each other."
...Three days passed quickly.
The events of these three days were enough to fill a book titled "Three Hundred and Sixty Positions with the Elven Queen on a Desert Island," which would undoubtedly be a very steamy and excellent read.
Francesca's willpower and soul strength were far more resilient than Princess Adda's.
By the third night, Guilliman performed another curse removal treatment on her, having almost removed half of the curse from her body, restoring Francesca's magical power to half of her usual level.
Their relationship had also become quite intimate due to these few days of companionship, though it couldn't be called a passionate romantic relationship.
But to say it was beyond friends, yet not quite lovers, would probably not be an exaggeration.
Of course, even among close kin, accounts must be settled. Guilliman didn't forget the relationship of creditor and debtor just because their relationship had improved.
The debt of 100,000 Orens had no reduction, and every future commission would still require adequate payment.
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