Guilliman's question was originally just a casual one.
Yennefer hadn't held out much hope.
But unexpectedly, from the man in front of her, she learned the reason for her amnesia, as well as the current status of Geralt and Ciri.
This greatly surprised Yennefer.
Although it might not be true, it still provided her with a direction for investigation, so it wasn't a complete loss.
After a brief silence, the black-haired sorceress brushed her long hair, saying with some difficulty:
"Thank you, Witcher."
"I owe you a favor."
"Since you are also pursuing the Wild Hunt, if we get any intelligence on them in the future, we can exchange information."
Unfortunately, even the Viper School, which had been tracking the Wild Hunt for hundreds of years, didn't know much about them.
In the Northern sorcerer circles, there was also little information about this army of the undead, composed of wraiths.
They usually appeared in more remote areas and operated at night, rarely causing any significant impact other than abducting some commoners.
And as for the fate of commoners, except for large-scale events like plagues, it rarely attracted the attention of nobles and sorcerers.
With the Brotherhood of Sorcerers severely crippled, the strength of the sorcerer class in the North was no longer what it once was.
Given the current situation, trying to find traces of the Wild Hunt was undoubtedly like searching for a needle in a haystack, and it was also difficult to confirm the accuracy of the information provided by Guilliman.
Thinking of this, Yennefer held her forehead, an annoyed expression on her face, and said with complex emotions:
"This feeling is terrible."
"Everyone else knows your story, but you yourself have forgotten it."
"Everyone tells you that these are important people to you, people you once protected with your life, but you don't remember anything."
"You have a feeling in your heart that you will regret it if you don't do it, but you don't know why you have this feeling."
"Damn it, why am I the one who lost her memory?"
"How am I supposed to get my memories back?"
Hearing Yennefer's complaints, Guilliman could only show a helpless expression.
According to the original history, Yennefer's amnesia would probably last for about three more years.
Three years later, when she recovered her memory and learned that the Wild Hunt was still chasing Ciri.
For Ciri's safety, the black-haired sorceress decisively chose to cooperate with the Emperor of Nilfgaard, searching for her daughter together with Geralt.
Thus began the story of "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt."
As for how she ultimately recovered her memory, and what she did during the period of her memory loss, there were basically no records.
Just as both of them were somewhat silent.
"Tap, tap, tap!" Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.
Margarita, wearing only a thin coat, came down from the second floor, looking radiant, as if she had shed several years, exuding a youthful vitality.
She carried the sweet, lingering scent unique to mature women, and without caring about Yennefer's gaze, like a young girl who had just fallen in love, she sat down next to Guilliman, hugging his arm to her chest and rubbing against him.
"My dear Guilliman, you were truly amazing last night."
"Are you a blessed child of the gods, a hero who brings salvation to the souls of believers, as in legends?"
The blonde headmistress looked up at the Witcher in front of her with her gem-like, dazzling golden eyes, as if she were looking at a priceless treasure.
She giggled, then pressed her body even closer to the man beside her, like a little girl who had found a treasure, and said:
"I don't care, you know."
"You have to stay with me tonight, and tomorrow night, and for the next week too."
Margarita was excited and happy, chattering incessantly.
Her relationship with Yennefer was probably very good, good enough to share many secrets.
She didn't even shy away from talking about their passionate night, which made the more conservative Guilliman a little embarrassed.
He reached out to block Margarita's face as she tried to kiss him, and said in a helpless tone:
"You shouldn't tell my secrets like that to others, beautiful lady."
"If it happens too frequently, you might go crazy from excitement."
Upon hearing this, Margarita also noticed her unusual mental exhilaration, but she understood that too much of a good thing could be detrimental.
Margarita's face was full of regret, and she pitifully licked Guilliman's palm, saying in a slightly pleading tone:
"I'm sorry, my dear Guilliman."
"I will definitely keep your secret. Yennefer is my good friend, so she certainly won't blab."
"Oh, by the way, if that's the case, then don't forget to come find me again in a month."
"I'll arrange a romantic date; you'll definitely like it."
"And your dragon eggs, I'll buy them all at the highest market price."
"Hehe, you are my greatest gain since coming to Vizima."
The Witcher nodded somewhat helplessly, agreeing to the date a month later.
He hadn't quite expected that Margarita, who should be nearly two hundred years old, considerably older than Yennefer, had a much livelier personality than Yennefer, almost like a young girl, with a naive and romantic demeanor.
"What are you two talking about?"
Perhaps not understanding the conversation between Margarita and Guilliman, Yennefer put down her book, a curious expression on her face.
Soul studies, in any magical world, should belong to more advanced knowledge, and for spellcasters, it held considerable allure.
Margarita glanced at Guilliman upon hearing this, and after receiving the Witcher's permission, she roughly recounted her experiences from last night.
"Truly impressive."
Facing the black-haired sorceress's praise, Guilliman cleared his throat, feigning a serious demeanor, and said:
"Don't misunderstand, Lady Yennefer."
Saying this, the Witcher feigned a bit of fatigue, pointing to his head with his finger, and said to the two sorceresses present:
"For me, it's also a considerable drain."
"If I didn't like Miss Margarita, I wouldn't have worked so hard last night, expending my energy like that."