Yennefer glanced at him, not surprised, but her expression showed a hint of sadness and stubbornness, as she recalled, "Although my memory hasn't returned, according to you, Geralt the White Wolf is my savior and we have deep ties. He exchanged himself for me from the Wild Hunt army."
"I certainly can't abandon him; I must rescue him. And Ciri."
"I haven't completely forgotten my memories of Ciri. In my dreams, there was indeed a little girl who followed me around. I must save her too."
Guilliman nodded. It seemed that although Yennefer hadn't recovered her memories, her will was firm.
In the original timeline, she only recovered her memories in the third game, which was about four years from now.
However, he could feel Yennefer's determination; she was a woman who would stop at nothing for those she loved.
Her personality also didn't seem to be one that would willingly share a man with several other women.
This was why he had always been quite proper with Yennefer, avoiding excessive flirtation.
Suddenly, Guilliman thought of something. Yennefer had apparently been entrusted to Letho and others for care initially and had lived in Nilfgaard for a period.
Although he didn't know how she returned to the sorceress community, would Yennefer have a way to contact Letho and his group?
Thinking this, Guilliman no longer hid his intentions and said directly, "Actually, Yennefer."
"I'm currently preparing to deal with the Wild Hunt army, and I've received news that they will appear in a certain place soon."
"So I want to set up an ambush to eliminate as many of these spectral riders as possible."
"Now, I'm here to ask for your opinion. Do you want to participate in this operation?"
Yennefer was momentarily stunned, likely not expecting to hear such words from Guilliman.
But she quickly stood up excitedly, walked over to Guilliman, leaned her hands on the sofa, almost face-to-face in a 'kabedon' pose, and asked eagerly, "Is this true, Guilliman? You have news of the Wild Hunt army, and you're preparing to deal with them!"
"But why? You shouldn't have any enmity with them."
Because they were very close, Guilliman immediately caught the scent of lilac and gooseberries.
And from Yennefer's bending posture, he easily saw those two large and alluring things, and could even clearly see the sweat stains on them from her fatigue.
Margarita had once said that among many sorceresses, Yennefer's figure was only slightly inferior to hers, probably the second most perfect figure among sorceresses.
Now, seeing it, it was indeed well-deserved.
Guilliman forced himself not to think inappropriately, then looked into Yennefer's eyes and said, "I'm not lying to you, Yennefer."
"I only recently confirmed that the Wild Hunt army are my enemies; we have irreconcilable differences."
"So this time, I will not only personally deal with them, but I will also ask Margarita, Triss, and others to join in. Including my witcher friends."
"This time, we will definitely defeat the Wild Hunt army and rescue Geralt."
Yennefer had probably heard the legends of Guilliman, the Godslayer.
Upon hearing that Guilliman was truly willing to deal with the Wild Hunt army and would even ask his friends for help, her face immediately showed much more hope.
The sorceress had originally thought that relying only on herself and a few witchers from the Wolf School, even if they found traces of the Wild Hunt army, they might not be able to defeat them.
This was truly wonderful, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Yennefer sat down on the table outside Guilliman with a relaxed expression, unconsciously crossing her legs.
Men who understand, understand.
What do you see when a lady wearing a short skirt and black stockings crosses her legs in front of you?
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