Hearing that the King actually wanted her to stay by a Witcher's side and assist in the investigation, the naturally proud Keira subconsciously frowned.
However, as the youngest, least experienced, and weakest of Temeria's three Royal Advisors, she couldn't say much and had to grudgingly accept it.
The thought of leaving her comfortable room and magnificent palace to spend every day with a smelly Witcher, investigating equally fishy-smelling fishemen, made Keira's gaze towards Guilliman less friendly.
However, to her surprise, the Witcher below the throne also seemed displeased upon hearing the King's command and actually spoke to the King:
"Your Majesty, could the person chosen for the investigation be Lady Triss instead?"
"Lady Triss and I are quite familiar with each other, and we've previously investigated the Catriona Plague together, so our cooperation would be more seamless."
Given the choice between Ment and Keira, Guilliman would, of course, unconditionally choose the lovely Ment.
In fact, Foltest had no particular preference for which Royal Advisor to choose.
The reason he didn't choose Triss was simply because the red-haired sorceress had been quite busy recently, constantly researching matters related to the plague.
But since the Witcher had already spoken, and his reason was very reasonable, he wouldn't interfere.
So, he calmly nodded, glanced at Keira, and said:
"Then it's settled, Witcher."
"I will have someone inform Triss afterwards; you two investigate this matter as quickly as possible."
"If the matter is true, I will give you some support."
Just like that, before Keira could even react, she was replaced by Triss, her most valued colleague.
This was unbearable for the proud Keira, even at Aretuza Academy, among many sorceress apprentices.
Margareta and former Headmistress Tissaia had once said that she was a genius sorceress no less talented than Triss.
It was only because she was more than ten years younger that she was slightly inferior in her magical cultivation.
The reason Keira chose to become a Royal Advisor for the Kingdom of Temeria was also due to a competitive spirit with Triss.
The two were both close friends and rivals, which was one of Keira's motivations for continuously refining her magic.
However, since things had come to this, she didn't have to follow the smelly Witcher and could continue to stay in the comfortable and luxurious palace.
Keira could only glare at Guilliman in annoyance, making a mental note, and then ended the audience… After leaving the audience hall.
The Witcher still hadn't figured out why Keira had glared at him so angrily.
However, he didn't pay much attention to women's petty thoughts; the only reason he sometimes appeased them was merely to become stronger (for his training).
Stepping out of the main door, he followed his personal maid, who had been anxiously waiting outside, almost on the verge of tears, and the two headed once again to Princess Adda's bedchamber.
He believed that the Princess, upon hearing that he had just met the King, would be a bit more restrained and not so eager to covet his body.
This time, the meeting place was not the large garden as before, but the more private princess's bedroom.
Adda had prepared in advance; some troublesome palace guards had been reassigned elsewhere.
In the entire princess's bedroom, besides the Witcher and her personal maid, there was only her.
The beautiful princess seemed to have just bathed, wearing only an animal fur bath towel, her two large, round breasts almost uncovered.
She lay on the bed with a rather delicate expression, looking as if she was ready to be plucked.
Seeing the Witcher arrive, the expression on her face became radiant again, as if infused with much vitality.
Actually, Princess Adda's strong interest in the Witcher wasn't because of Guilliman's outstanding charm, mesmerizing the princess in just a few meetings.
Perhaps his strong physique and handsome appearance were part of the reason.
But more so, it was because Princess Adda had been affected by the Striga's curse for so long, even being resurrected from birth due to this curse, and the two had long been inextricably linked.
Even if the Striga's curse were completely removed in the future, to some extent, a part of the Striga's bloodline was already latent in the princess's body, in her genes, making it not an exaggeration to call her a half-demon.
And this Striga bloodline not only gave the seemingly delicate and beautiful princess a strong physique comparable to elite knights, but it also gave this princess, whose soul was somewhat incomplete, an innate craving for flesh and soul.
Because of this, the Witcher, with his extremely powerful body, radiating strong hormones, and having absorbed tens of thousands of souls, making him like a giant soul-power light bulb, undoubtedly exuded immense charm in the eyes of this princess.
Perhaps even Adda herself didn't understand why she cared so much about the Witcher before her.
"Your Royal Highness, I have brought Master Guilliman."
While the two were still silently gazing at each other, the personal maid walked to the princess's side and quietly whispered to her about the process of inviting the Witcher.
This included going to invite him a day early, only to find that the Witcher had been invited to the Night House.
And this morning, waiting from dawn until noon, until the Witcher finished his business and emerged from the high-end establishment looking pale and weak.
Of course, it also included the fact that upon arriving at the palace, the Witcher had an audience with the King and chatted for a long time in the audience hall.
Princess Adda sat up, letting the bath towel slide from her chest, revealing her exquisite naked body.
She lightly chuckled, covering her mouth, knowing that her goal for today would likely not be achieved.
So, with her equally somewhat animalistic, crimson eyes, she looked at the Witcher before her, licked her red lips, and said in a teasing tone:
"Master Guilliman, do you know why I invited you today?"
The Witcher, of course, knew in his heart, but he feigned ignorance and said in a calm voice:
"I am also a bit puzzled, Princess."
"Our last scheduled treatment was supposed to be in ten days; has something gone wrong with your health?"
Hearing such an unromantic reply, Princess Adda's eyes darted about, and she gave the Witcher a look that was a mix of annoyance and anger.
A delicate princess, almost completely naked, lying on a bed, meeting a man.
Only a fool wouldn't understand the meaning behind it.
The princess bit her lower lip in slight annoyance, then said:
"Never mind, it's not going to happen today anyway."
"I'm too lazy to make you guess."
"However, tomorrow I will make a request to my father."
"Since the curse was removed, although my mental state isn't great, my body seems to be getting healthier and healthier."
"I plan to ask my father to hire you, Master, as my personal swordsmanship teacher, to teach me true lethal swordsmanship."
"The North is becoming increasingly chaotic. Although I am a princess, I am also an heir to the future throne."
"I don't want to learn those flashy, impractical things; I must be capable of protecting myself."
Having experienced an unfortunate childhood, Princess Adda understood the importance of strength more than ordinary noblewomen.
Furthermore, her body was already stronger than that of an average man, and this young woman did not want to waste her talent by being a fragile princess who could only be protected by others.
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