"If their successors dare to step forward, then just kill them again."
At this point, Guilliman looked at the Elven Queen, whose face was somewhat shocked—for the first time, she witnessed his domineering personality as a Transmigrator and his contempt for royal power.
He grinned and kissed Francesca's red lips, saying comfortingly:
"Haha, don't worry, Francesca, my queen."
"I love you so much; we are on the same side."
"If you ever have a problem you can't solve, just come to me."
"Just as I will come to you for advice if I have any difficulties."
"Our lifespans are still thousands, even tens of thousands of years long. As long as we can stay together, supporting and helping each other..."
"What do these other things matter?"
The scoundrel Guilliman spoke sweet nothings without even needing to think.
But it was true; among his many girlfriends, the one who could spend the longest time with him in the future, with a sufficiently long lifespan, was only the pure-blooded elf Francesca.
Although sorceresses had longer lifespans than ordinary people, no one had ever lived past a thousand years, and hardly any even past five hundred.
In the future, unless they could advance to godhood or acquire some special treasure...
Otherwise, whether it was Margarita, Keira, Yennefer, or Triss, they would all eventually die due to old age.
Only his and Francesca's relationship might last for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.
Seeing the Elven Queen's eyes flicker, unsure of what she was thinking.
Guilliman continued to embrace this beautiful elf, inhaling her daisy-like fragrance, and said persuasively:
"Times are always progressing, Francesca."
"Don't limit your gaze to just this chaotic era, nor to this small world."
"In just one or two hundred years, the entire world's landscape will undergo tremendous changes."
"You also possess the Elder Blood; you should be well aware that beyond this world, there are countless possibilities in the places we can reach."
"Moreover, my strength is constantly growing, at a speed that will exceed your imagination."
"It won't be long, perhaps five years, perhaps ten years, before I become the strongest person on this continent."
"Then you will realize that these problems you are currently troubled by are merely minor issues."
"I will help you solve them easily."
Listening to Guilliman's advice, the Elven Queen showed a hint of emotion.
She reached out and pressed his hand, stopping him from continuing his audacious exploration downwards.
This High-ranking Sorceress did not take the Witcher's claim of becoming the world's strongest in ten or five years seriously. In the Queen's view, individual strength still could not contend with the greater tides of the world.
Throughout history, so many powerful High-ranking Sorcerers still could not overcome old age, illness, and various accidental deaths. Great power did not guarantee them a happy life.
However, she did notice that Guilliman's strength had changed significantly, growing from the ordinary Witcher she could easily manipulate into a true Witcher Grandmaster.
Perhaps one day, this Witcher really could fulfill his promise and become the one who could protect her, who knows.
At least, this was the man she chose to love, and she should try to trust him... A heartfelt conversation with Francesca left Guilliman feeling quite pleased.
If his affection for Margarita was a fondness for a confidante, then for Francesca, who was hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world, this exquisite Elven Queen, he held a certain partiality.
There was no way around it; as a creature of aesthetics, he truly adored Francesca's stunning beauty, her delicate and petite figure, and her obedience and purity.
Setting aside her responsibilities to the elven race as their queen, Francesca was the most perfect partner in the world.
Powerful, noble in status, and understanding.
Who could refuse the most beautiful woman in the world being completely devoted to you?
Especially when this woman's strength was not inferior to yours and could become your strongest asset... In the royal palace of the Valley of Flowers, on the Elven Queen's opulent and comfortable bed.
Guilliman, embracing Francesca, whose skin was as white as jade and whose curves were graceful like a work of art, took a satisfying puff of tobacco.
The petite Elven Queen lay in his arms, her fingers gently stroking his exaggerated muscle lines.
Her jade-like fingers, carrying a slight coolness, were pleasing to the eye.
As the two were enjoying this leisurely atmosphere of a couple's private time, Francesca asked in a melodious voice:
"Are you sure you want to capture Sabrina's wraith and take her with you to that world with the Erdtree?"
The Witcher placed a hand on the Elven Queen's smooth, jade-like back, grinned, and said:
"It doesn't necessarily have to be her."
"However, I haven't found any other powerful wraiths that could serve as a substitute for now."
"Ordinary wraiths wouldn't be much help in combat for me."
"As for the Erdtree world, although it's a bit risky, I definitely need to go there."
"The specific situation of that world greatly influences the speed at which I grow stronger."
"Don't you want me to become more powerful, my Queen?"
Francesca sighed and said:
"Of course, I want you to become stronger, but I want you to live safely even more, Guilliman."
"I don't approve of you venturing into another world so rashly."
"No one can predict the dangers of other worlds."
"There have been many powerful spellcasters who went to other worlds and never returned."
"However, I know you are a man who doesn't listen to advice."
"How about this?"
"Give me the magic communicator I gave you before, and then give me a few days."
"I'll try to modify it to be a magical tool that can communicate across different worlds."
"Although my power cannot support you across worlds, you can consult me when you encounter any problems."
"I still know more about magic than you do."
Hearing the Elven Sorceress say this, Guilliman was, of course, very willing.
Regarding cross-world adventures, he had always hoped to receive Francesca's help.
Although in terms of physical combat, he basically feared no one...
But in terms of magical combat, he could indeed be said to be completely ignorant, and he didn't have that much time to learn and master it.
He casually retrieved the golden magic communicator from his storage space and placed it beside the pillow.
Seeing this, Francesca pursed her lips and said:
"Your spatial storage magic is truly practical. I've never seen such a convenient tool or spell for storing items."
"By the way, didn't you ask me to prepare a piece of Dimeritium equipment for you before?"
"Since you're going to deal with Sabrina's wraith, take it with you."
"It should be of great help to you."
At this point, Francesca sighed again and said:
"Although you don't care about the war between the Northern and Southern Continents, the Valley of Flowers still needs time to recuperate."
"I will go with you. After I help you capture Sabrina's wraith, I will find a way to continue stabilizing that ghost realm."
"At least, before the Valley of Flowers has the ability to protect itself, I don't want the Third Nilfgaardian War to break out so quickly."
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