Princess Adda suddenly shrieked and fainted, startling Triss who was beside her.
She rushed to the princess's side and used magic to check Adda's physical condition.
She discovered that the princess's body was convulsing uncontrollably, perhaps due to the intense stimulation her soul had experienced, even her dress was soaked with sweat.
"Guilliman, what were you doing just now?"
"The princess has fainted."
At the same time.
In his soul state, Guilliman had already controlled his soul clone, tightly wrapping the cursed parasite and bringing it back to his soul space.
That was his home turf, possessing special powers granted by the Deep Blue, capable of crushing the souls of any other life forms and converting them into the most basic soul power.
At least for now.
As for the soul clone, that was a consumable item that could be repeatedly produced.
No matter what kind of damage it sustained, it would not significantly affect his main body, only making his spirit weak for a while.
It was perfect for various experiments and dangerous tests.
While controlling the soul storm to begin crushing the wrapped cursed parasite, he returned his consciousness to his body.
When he opened his eyes and saw Triss fumbling around, looking a bit at a loss, he couldn't help but smile and comfort her, saying:
"Don't worry, Ms. Triss."
"I just used a special method to remove a bit of the curse from the princess."
"The princess is fine now, she just fainted temporarily due to the stimulation to her soul."
Hearing the witcher say this, the red-haired sorceress also breathed a sigh of relief. She had just used life-detection magic and indeed found that the princess had not suffered any harm; her body was perfectly fine.
Now, sensing carefully with magic, it was indeed as Guilliman had said: the striga's curse seemed to have weakened a little. Although the degree was small, the witcher's treatment was clearly effective.
This greatly interested Triss, a genius sorceress.
"Guilliman, how did you do it?"
Just as it had been said before.
Most magic involving souls was either dark magic or mysterious magic bestowed by gods.
Both types of magic were rare, and their use often required a considerable price.
But the witcher was able to perform such an operation without anyone noticing, which indeed made people very curious, causing the sorceress to ask.
Upon hearing this, Guilliman merely smiled and remained silent, not answering Triss's question.
Are you kidding? This was his secret; how could he casually tell someone when their relationship wasn't intimate enough?
Moreover, a mysterious man is more attractive to women; this was his long-standing experience.
After about one or two minutes.
Princess Adda woke up.
She first shook her head, her eyes hazy, then seemed to remember what had just happened to her, looked at Guilliman beside her, her heart pounding.
She licked her somewhat dry lips, reached for her chest, and said:
"Mr. Witcher."
"Your treatment seems very effective; I feel the pressure in my heart has lessened."
"We can continue the treatment."
Guilliman nodded, preparing to speak.
Suddenly, he heard the Deep Blue within him prompt, "Absorbed weak soul, Soul Power + 2," and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Just one cursed parasite, after being crushed, could provide two points of soul power, which was surprising.
It seemed that this curse removal was not hard labor; on the contrary, he might even gain some benefits.
However, after a second thought, he understood the reason.
It was said that when Princess Adda was still a striga, many commoners died at the hands of this monster, becoming a terrifying legend of the Old Vizima era.
And to protect his daughter, Foltest not only forbade anyone from harming the striga but also regularly sent death row prisoners from the dungeons as food into the striga's lair.
If devouring human lives could turn one into a demon, then the striga would probably be considered a great demon, having devoured at least hundreds of lives.
This matter had caused much dissatisfaction among many nobles within the kingdom at the time. It was only due to King Foltest's strong stance and later Geralt the White Wolf lifting the curse that the matter was suppressed.
He looked up at Princess Adda, and with a casual count, he found at least a hundred cursed parasites existing within the young girl's body.
Perhaps the appearance of these parasites was inextricably linked to the lives she had devoured... The treatment process lasted for over two hours.
A total of about thirty or so cursed parasites were completely removed by Guilliman and converted into soul power.
As soon as the treatment finally ended, the red-haired sorceress didn't even say goodbye to the princess, but quickly led Guilliman out of the princess's garden and back to the audience hall.
By this time, it was already approaching dusk.
Mayor Velerad had already left.
Foltest was resting his chin on one hand, gazing at the colorful, shimmering stained-glass windows, lost in thought.
Every time he saw this king, Guilliman couldn't help but think of his famous quote.
It is a natural and beautiful thing for a man to fall in love with his sister.
Although this king had many moral flaws, he was a brave and passionate man, unlike most insatiably greedy kings.
Seeing Triss and the witcher enter the hall, Foltest's face immediately showed concern, and he asked the sorceress:
"How is Adda's treatment progressing? Is it effective?"
Triss, hearing this, did not conceal anything. She concisely described the treatment's effects and principles, then concluded by saying:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
"Mr. Guilliman's treatment is very effective."
"It is estimated that with two to three more treatments, Princess Adda's curse can be completely eradicated, and the princess will return to normal."
Hearing his most trusted sorceress say this, the worry on Foltest's face visibly eased, and a slight smile even appeared.
For this king, who had been widowed for many years, Adda, his lost-and-found daughter who bore a striking resemblance to his wife, was always his most beloved family member.
He composed his expression, cleared his throat, looked at the witcher at the foot of the steps, and, assuming the majesty of a king, declared loudly:
"You have done well, Witcher."
"You shall receive a king's reward."
"Speak, what do you desire?"
Perhaps because Princess Adda's situation genuinely pleased Foltest, he directly allowed the witcher to propose his desired reward.
Faced with such a surprise, Guilliman paused slightly, then immediately brought up something he had been contemplating for a while.
"Your Majesty."
"I wish to establish a Witcher School outside Vizima, to train my own apprentices."