Indeed, when this noble and beautiful princess appeared at the banquet, everyone was startled.
At the same time, they were once again convinced that the rumors in the marketplace were true: their friend, Master Guilliman, had become the princess's lover.
By the end of the banquet, all the guests had enjoyed themselves and congratulated Arvin.
The most surprised guests, however, were Vesemir and Leo from the School of the Wolf.
During this time, these two Witchers had not accepted Guilliman's help; they had been looking for contracts and working for money in the city, while also searching for traces of the Salamandra gang through various clues, intending to reclaim their belongings.
They had originally planned to seek Triss's help.
But to their surprise, they met Triss at Guilliman's banquet, and even Yennefer, whom they thought was dead.
Unfortunately, Yennefer at this time did not recognize Vesemir, but with Triss's mediation, the few decided to have a good talk after the banquet.
As expected, after the banquet, Guilliman was forcibly taken away by Adda.
Perhaps due to her bloodline, Adda was quite insatiable in that regard, almost enjoying it tirelessly.
After getting a taste of it, the young woman inviting the Witcher into her bedchamber had become a daily routine.
After the curse was completely removed, her physical stamina was no longer something an ordinary man could satisfy.
Most strong men were as delicate as young women in front of her monstrous strength.
Just by learning swordsmanship from Guilliman for a few days, Adda could defeat veterans who had practiced swordsmanship for over a decade, relying on a brute-force approach.
If it were a boxing match, it would probably take three or four strong men to defeat this seemingly delicate young woman.
Perhaps only a Witcher who had undergone the full Trial of the Grasses could physically contend with Adda.
This was probably why Adda, aside from emotional and soul-level attraction, remained so devoted to him.
Although he had a handsome face, he wasn't so narcissistic as to believe that the princess would completely fall in love with him just because of his looks.
After a heart-pounding battle, Guilliman leaned against the princess's headboard, a special herb from the Zerrikania Kingdom between his fingers, taking a leisurely puff.
Several maids, their faces flushed, tidied up the scene and brought high-quality fruits and red wine to replenish their energy.
Princess Adda was a young woman who couldn't hide her thoughts; her beautiful face rested on the Witcher's chest, her fingers tracing his well-defined muscles, her expression seeming hesitant.
"What's wrong, Princess? Do you have something on your mind?"
The Witcher was not an insensitive block of wood; seeing the beautiful princess troubled, he naturally asked, regardless of whether he could solve it.
Hearing his question, Princess Adda turned her face, giving the Witcher a somewhat delicate smile—an expression rarely seen on the usually radiant, charming, and beautiful Adda.
Indeed, a kingdom's heir, a princess favored by the king, rarely encountered anything that would trouble her.
Guilliman's heart stirred; he reached out and stroked the princess's fiery red hair, his tone softening as he asked:
"It's alright. If you have any worries, even if I can't help you with them, your father, His Majesty Foltest, will."
Adda, hearing this, propped herself up slightly, completely unconcerned about her naked, beautiful body, and pleaded:
"Guilliman, can you help me kill someone?"
"I really want to kill him, but even my father would find it difficult."
"The only person I can think of asking for help is you."
Upon hearing this request, Guilliman, being incredibly intelligent, immediately guessed, recalling the recent assassination attempt on the princess.
His expression remained unchanged, and he spoke calmly and confidently:
"Is it Prince Yurkast?"
Adda's eyes immediately lit up, and she gave a radiant, beautiful smile, nodding, and said bitterly:
"Yes, it's that bastard."
"Father told me he was the one who sent people to assassinate me, almost killing me."
"When I fainted that day, I was so scared I'd never see you again."
"These past few days, I've also been very afraid, afraid that a dagger would appear from nowhere and plunge into my heart."
"Only when I'm with you do I feel safe."
Adda showed complete trust in the Witcher, her words sweet, filled with flattery and pleas; the delicate and trusting look displayed by a beautiful woman is the best aphrodisiac for most men, capable of making them lose their heads.
However, Guilliman was not a person entirely swayed by emotions; although he didn't mind helping the princess in front of him, assassinating a prince was, after all, a somewhat risky undertaking.
So, he lowered his eyes, considered for about ten seconds, and then said to Adda:
"Princess, although our relationship is extraordinary."
"But you know my principle: as a Witcher, I never take on a contract without payment."
"I can carry out this commission for you."
"But you must give me appropriate compensation."
Hearing Guilliman's business-like words, Adda's face showed a somewhat sad expression.
She bit hard on the Witcher's chest, drawing blood, her sharp teeth even breaking through the flesh.
Adda then looked up and said, somewhat aggrieved:
"Don't worry, Master Guilliman."
"I will pay you a satisfactory reward."
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