"After the battle, not only was I severely wounded, but the Evil God Dagon, at the cost of his physical body, unleashed an extremely terrifying curse on me."
"Finally, the Lady of the Lake gave me a Goddess's Kiss, which restored my health and cleared the curse from my body."
Guilliman was very eloquent, telling the story vividly, making it feel as if one were there.
He attributed some of Francesca's credit to himself and some to the Lady of the Lake.
He made the whole story a bit melodramatic and romantic, yet with a touch of realistic authenticity, perfectly aligning with this era's fantasy of hero stories, and extremely conducive to spreading.
After finally having a god-slaying battle, he wouldn't miss such an opportunity to make a name for himself.
Moreover, the story of fighting alongside a legendary goddess and ultimately gaining her favor would definitely attract commoners and nobles interested in myths and legends.
Gossip is a habit of all intelligent beings.
Before long, his story would sweep across the entire North, and even the Southern Empire, becoming a legend sung by everyone.
Indeed, not only were Blackbeard and the Skellige sailors and warriors dumbfounded, but even the three members of the Bear School showed expressions of longing.
On the Skellige Isles, the story has always circulated that the ancestors of the Skelligers were guided by the Goddess Freya, successfully defeating pirates at sea, conquering storms, and finding the islands.
So, this group of people naturally had a yearning for the legends of goddesses. Every Skelliger hoped their story would appear in an epic, and even if they died heroically, they had no fear.
However, the one with the biggest reaction was Miss Priscilla, the bard with the lute on her back.
After hearing the story, Priscilla's face quickly showed expressions of excitement and regret.
She angrily jumped onto Guilliman's back, patting him forcefully several times, and excitedly said:
"Damn it, Guilliman!"
"Didn't you promise me that you would let me record the entire battle against the Evil God Dagon?"
"Why did you lie to me?"
"Hmph! You pretended to give us a holiday, but then you secretly went with Lady Goddess and dealt with that Evil God."
"It's utterly ridiculous. To think I trusted you so much before."
Guilliman was indeed a bit in the wrong.
He supported Priscilla's backside with one hand to prevent her from falling, but his mouth shifted the blame to the Lady of the Lake, saying:
"You can't blame me, this wasn't my request."
"Lady of the Lake did not wish for too many mortals to participate in the final battle."
"She didn't want the Evil God's power to harm you, nor did she want more people to sacrifice. This was a decision made to protect you all."
Indeed, after this explanation, everyone's expressions immediately became much more accepting.
After all, they had been busy for so long, always being told that they would eventually fight the Evil God's minions. Although winning without a fight was a good thing now, there should at least be a reasonable explanation.
Only the bard, Miss Priscilla, still looked indignant. She bit the Witcher's shoulder like a puppy, then jumped down and said to Guilliman:
"Quick, show us the divine sword the goddess bestowed upon you!"
"Hmph hmph! Sword of Radiance, the name sounds very impressive."
"I don't think anyone here has ever seen such a legendary artifact."
"I have so much inspiration now. As long as I see that divine sword again, I'm sure I can write a poem that will be passed down through the ages, recording this wonderful story."
As soon as Priscilla spoke, everyone showed expressions of interest.
The reason no one had brought it up before was simply that the Lady of the Lake's Divine Sword was likely a secret, and for those not close enough to bring it up, it would seem quite abrupt, even offensive.
The Witcher didn't want to dampen their enthusiasm. He said to Blackbeard Zord:
"Mr. Zord, please bring an iron sword and a piece of iron armor."
"I will now show you how powerful the Sword of Radiance, bestowed upon me by the goddess, truly is."
A dozen seconds later.
Everyone gathered in a circle, watching Guilliman and Blackbeard Zord, who were surrounded by the crowd.
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