Was Master Guilliman a true gentleman?
The answer... obviously not.
While he cautiously acted as a guard, monitoring the surrounding safety to prevent beast attacks, his hands were not idle.
Taking advantage of the Dragonborn girl's exhausted sleep, he secretly reached into her thin linen shirt to give her a thorough physical examination, manually measuring various data points of her body.
The answer was shocking.
As expected of a Dragonborn, and a Nord Dragonborn at that, Freya's body was incredibly healthy, and her combat talent was exceptionally outstanding.
Not yet twenty years old, she already possessed three to four times the physical fitness of an average person in the Witcher world, making her the strongest female warrior he had ever seen, comparable to a seasoned Witcher.
Not only that, but the girl's figure was also perfect, with two large watermelons in front and a peach behind; in terms of feel, she was only slightly less impressive than Margarita.
But this was a strong female warrior who exercised regularly, fought year-round, had an eight-pack and a mermaid line, and even well-developed deltoids and back muscles.
If she were to bear a child, it would undoubtedly be a healthy and strong child, capable of slaying dragons when grown.
Guilliman's heart burned with desire, wishing he could just 'correct' this girl on the spot.
However, he was not a bad person, so of course, he wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerability; he merely indulged his hands quietly and then honestly completed his night watch duty.
It wasn't until the next day, with the rising sun and its light reflecting off the ice and snow onto their faces, that Freya's body trembled, and she awoke from her sleep.
She first stretched, oblivious to her surroundings, perfectly displaying her beautiful figure to the Witcher, and then, as if realizing something, blushed and said:
"Thank you, Guilliman."
"I was so tired last night, and your body was warmer than a furnace. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down, thinking I was back home."
Guilliman smiled like a gentleman, then stood up, putting some items into his storage space, and said:
"It's nothing, I also feel very close to you, Freya."
"Let's head to town quickly; I'm sure you're also looking forward to a hot bath."
Freya nodded vigorously.
She didn't know if she had noticed his 'manual examination' last night, but the Dragonborn girl's gaze seemed even more intimate today than yesterday.
This was likely a consequence of the'suspension bridge effect'; after experiencing a dangerous and exciting crisis with someone of the opposite sex, it's easy to develop feelings for them.
Of course, in a world that values looks, the person must be handsome.
The two walked down the mountain path and soon encountered a clear river.
After walking along the river for another ten minutes, a small town called Riverwood appeared before them.
Riverwood, how nostalgic.
This could be considered the starter village of Skyrim.
The two exchanged glances and were about to step in.
However, the first to greet them were not the town's residents, but four or five plump, large, and extremely tempting roosters and hens near the town's entrance.
Chicken God!
Guilliman's heart trembled, and the Freya beside him spoke:
"Wow! These chickens are so plump, Guilliman."
"They'd surely make delicious roasted chicken."
"Let's go into town and ask who owns them. I'll cook them for you later; it's my treat."
To eat a Chicken God? And the Dragonborn girl is treating.
The Witcher's heart was delighted, and he certainly didn't refuse.
Reality was different from the game, of course; killing a chicken wouldn't cause the entire village's old and young to chase you down.
The two entered the village, and to their surprise, after only a few steps, they encountered another familiar face.
It was Ralof, who had been imprisoned with them in the same carriage.
The three exchanged glances, saying little, and Ralof gave a look, seemingly wanting to speak with them privately.
However, Guilliman couldn't be bothered with him and directly led the Dragonborn girl to the general store in town.
Having just arrived in this world, he wanted to see the specialties of the Skyrim world.
Things like healing potions, magicka potions, and enchanted and alchemical items.
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