Their chat continued late into the night.
Francesca had quite a bit of red wine, and her clear, sky-blue eyes became hazy.
She suddenly covered her mouth, let out a small burp, her face flushed, and said a bit sheepishly:
"Um, I want to take a bath now."
"I'll bathe in the lake I saw when I first arrived."
"You protect me, Guilliman."
"But you can't peek, okay!"
Guilliman was stunned at first.
A bath! Does this mean they don't need to break the curse, and he can still 'drive the stake' tonight?
But then he heard the last sentence, which meant he could only guard her, not peek, leaving the Witcher a bit perplexed.
Isn't this making things difficult for him?
She clearly knows I'm lustful, yet she wants me to be a gentleman... Regardless, following Francesca's wishes, Guilliman carried her to the beautiful, mirror-like lake.
They had fought all day in the Evil God's Cave. Although not much filth had splattered on them, they had certainly accumulated a lot of sweat and were due for a bath.
"Here is fine. You stand guard behind that rock!"
Francesca extended her slender hand, pointing to a large rock by the lake, and said softly:
"Of course, if you peek, you'll be guilty of defiling the Elf Queen's reputation, and that's no small matter."
Troublesome woman.
Guilliman sighed inwardly, then gently placed Francesca by the lake and went behind the large rock himself, leaning against it to admire the scenery.
However, the Witcher's hearing was exceptionally keen.
After a rustling sound of clothes being removed, accompanied by soft footsteps and the disturbance of the lake's calm surface, a slender, fish-like body slipped into the water. He could even hear her small gasps from the coldness of the lake.
Damn it, just hearing the sounds, the Witcher could imagine the beautiful scene of a Beautiful woman bathing, and his body began to heat up.
"By the way, Mr. Guilliman, are those forest trolls paving the road yours?"
"Why are they so obedient, even helping you build roads?"
Francesca sat on a small rock by the lake, her fair, jade-like body seemingly glowing in the dark. She gently cupped the clear lake water and poured it over herself, using her slender, white hands to lightly scrub her body.
Hearing the sorceress's question, Guilliman no longer focused on his hearing. After a few seconds of thought, he said:
"They are all followers of the Goddess, also believing in the Lady of the Lake."
"Under the Goddess's command, and with the large amount of food I provide them, these big guys are willing to accept the work I assign them."
"A Goddess!"
Francesca chuckled, seemingly unimpressed by so-called deities.
But this was normal. In the sorcerers' most prosperous era, moving mountains, filling seas, and shifting stars were not difficult. Even the nature deities could not compete with sorcerers in terms of power.
As a high-ranking sorceress and former princess of the Elf Kingdom, Francesca only regarded deities as powerful magical creatures, not as beings superior to humans.
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