In the bumpy carriage, the Dragonborn girl, Freya, awoke from her coma, groggily seeing a tall, handsome man dressed as a mercenary in front of her, who then spoke:
"Hey! You're finally awake."
"I heard you smuggled yourself across the border and then got caught in an Imperial ambush, mistaken for a Stormcloak soldier and arrested."
Freya didn't seem to fully grasp the situation, shaking her head.
She only remembered that as a Nord mercenary, she had planned to return home to visit her parents, but was inexplicably surrounded by an army. Outnumbered, and with all of them being elites, she was captured.
"My name is Guilliman, and I'm in a similar situation."
"I was also just passing by when these Imperial bastards spotted me."
"They're taking us to the execution block; looks like we're all going to be beheaded."
Guilliman, with a smile, preempted the NPC and delivered this classic opening line.
This made him very happy; he felt the joy of live role-playing.
However, his nonchalant attitude, as if he were going on a trip rather than to an execution, not only startled the Dragonborn girl opposite him but also surprised the horse thief and Ralof, who were in the same carriage.
The horse thief couldn't take it anymore. He loudly exclaimed:
"This isn't fair! Theft isn't a capital offense."
"I just wanted to borrow a horse to get home earlier and reunite with my family."
"Even if it's theft, I should be jailed, not beheaded."
Ralof, sitting in the corner, was quite calm.
He first gave Guilliman a strange look, probably wondering about the background of this mercenary who had just been arrested. How could he not be afraid of the impending death penalty?
However, Ralof didn't dwell on it, merely comforting the horse thief, saying:
"Don't struggle in vain. As Nords, at least we can return to our homeland, dying on our native soil. This is already the blessing of our ancestors."
The horse thief didn't think so. He said angrily:
"It's you Stormcloaks who should die, not me."
"It's all because of your Imperial civil war that those lazy Imperial soldiers are arresting people everywhere."
The horse thief's words immediately enraged Ralof, who retorted:
"Show some respect! Beside you is the leader of the Stormcloaks, the Jarl of Windhelm, the true High King, Ulfric Stormcloak, the one who reclaimed Markarth."
Because of the threat of death, everyone except Ulfric, whose mouth was gagged but knew he still had hope of rescue, was filled with despair and sadness.
Guilliman looked at the Dragonborn girl, who was silently looking down, seemingly lost in thought, and said gently:
"What are you thinking about? Are you afraid of death?"
Freya didn't know why the man opposite her was paying her special attention. She just shook her head slightly and then said:
"Nords don't fear death. I'm just thinking about my parents; I haven't even had a chance to see them yet."
The Dragonborn girl in front of him was a typical Nord girl; her figure was not slender but beautifully muscular.
As a mercenary, she had a few tattoos and scars from battles, but her appearance was not rough; instead, it carried a wild and pretty aesthetic.
She perfectly matched Guilliman's image of a Nord warrior woman, both beautiful and fierce, almost like a Valkyrie.
It seemed this world's Dragonborn was a protagonist focused on warrior skills.
Guilliman suddenly leaned in and whispered to the Dragonborn girl:
"You don't need to worry, girl. When we reach the execution block, a dragon will descend from the sky."
"Then, I will rescue you and take you out of here."
"But you mustn't say it out loud, or it might not happen."
The Witcher's mysterious revelation greatly shocked the Dragonborn girl. She stared at the man in front of her with wide, round eyes, though she didn't fully believe him. Still, she said with a glimmer of hope:
"Is what you're saying true?"
Guilliman nodded, chuckled, and then said:
"Look at me. Do I seem nervous at all?"
"If it weren't true, why would I be like this?"
"Now, tell me your name, girl."
Freya hesitated for a second but still spoke her name.
"My name is Freya."
...Things indeed unfolded as they did in the storyline.
The middle-aged Imperial female captain, still acting as if bothered, completely ignored the execution list and sentenced Freya, Guilliman, and everyone else to death.
This disregard for human life led the Witcher to sentence her to death in his heart.
The horse thief was too terrified. Upon hearing the sentence, he immediately tried to escape.
However, he hadn't run more than a few dozen meters before arrows from behind riddled him like a sieve.
Actually, if he had been willing to wait a bit longer, for the Imperial soldiers to ramble on for a few more sentences, he might have survived.
After another Stormcloak soldier, eager to reincarnate, refused the priest's eulogy and was beheaded by the executioner, a low and distant dragon roar indeed echoed from the sky.
Hearing this sound, Freya, whose face had been pale from the imminent death, couldn't help but turn to Guilliman, her eyes filled with surprise.
Guilliman looked at the massive flying dragon, whose form was already visible several hundred meters away. He no longer bothered to continue acting.
He directly stored the handcuffs in his storage space, then put his left arm around Freya's shoulder, and with his right hand, unleashed an Aard sign at the Imperial soldiers in front of him.
He directly blasted the Imperial female captain and several surrounding soldiers away.
The scene immediately descended into chaos.
The remaining Stormcloak soldiers began to flee in disarray, and the giant dragon in the sky was rapidly approaching and being noticed by the people.
General Tullius's first command was surprisingly not to apprehend the escapees but to have his soldiers protect the citizens of Helgen as they fled.
It was the Dragonborn girl, Freya, whose shoulder was gripped by the Witcher, who was a bit bewildered.
She hadn't expected things to change so quickly; the town, which had been so orderly just moments ago, was suddenly chaotic.
Guilliman reached out and removed the handcuffs from her wrists, then said to the girl:
"Follow me, Freya. You're free now."
After speaking, he didn't care if the Dragonborn girl understood, and with a smile on his face, he walked directly towards the fortress he remembered.
Having played many playthroughs of the game, he remembered that there was an underground passage there that led directly to the back mountain of Helgen.
As for whether to find the Chicken God or the Dragon Shouts next, those were minor matters.
The world of Skyrim had opened up to him.
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