"Well, Guilliman, do you know who the killer is now?"
Seeing the witcher open his eyes with a thoughtful expression, Triss immediately asked.
As a royal advisor to Temeria, she, Foltest, and Princess Adda shared common interests.
If there was a new king, it wouldn't be a good thing for her; losing her job would be a minor issue, and she might even be hunted down by the new king for knowing too many secrets.
Guilliman nodded, looking into Triss's beautiful eyes, and said softly, "Through the memory, I saw who the mastermind was."
"However, the other party is also a very important person."
"I can't provide concrete evidence, and if I were to state it directly, it might instead become leverage for others, bringing unnecessary trouble upon myself."
Triss clearly hadn't considered this aspect, but she was a clever sorceress and had served as a royal advisor for many years, witnessing many despicable and dirty political intrigues.
She knew that Guilliman's concerns were very likely to become reality.
However, Triss bit her lower lip, thought for a few seconds, and then said to Guilliman, "No matter what, Guilliman, I am willing to trust you."
"If you also trust me, you can tell me the result."
"I will report it to the King privately, not as evidence, but as a reference answer."
Guilliman was certainly willing to trust Triss; among the entire sorceress community, probably only she and Margarita had the kindest and most humane personalities.
The witcher was silent for a second, then leaned into the sorceress's ear and whispered, "The killer is Prince Yurkas."
Upon hearing the answer, Triss was only stunned for a second, but she wasn't too surprised.
After all, there weren't many people with the ability and motive to do such a thing.
Clever people like her and Foltest already had a rough idea in their minds, even without investigation; they just needed to confirm the target.
Triss sighed and said, "Unfortunately, without substantial evidence, it will be difficult to convict that prince."
The sorceress looked at Guilliman, hesitatingly asking, "Why did Prince Yurkas choose to act at this time?"
"Do you know?"
Guilliman hummed, saying in a flat tone, "The news of Princess Adda's curse being cured reached him."
"He felt that if he didn't seize an opportunity to act soon, once Princess Adda inherited the throne and had children, he would have even less chance of controlling the Temerian throne."
Triss had a sudden realization.
"So that's how it is."
Previously, due to Princess Adda being afflicted with the striga curse, even though she was a princess of Temeria, Foltest found it very difficult to find a suitable marriage partner for her and quickly produce a royal heir.
In the original history,
it was also due to the Nilfgaardians' trickery that Princess Adda's striga curse re-erupted in public, even killing many high-ranking nobles at a banquet, completely ruining her reputation.
Coupled with the coup attempt by the Order of the Flaming Rose, which belonged to the princess, causing heavy casualties in Vizima and incurring immense blame.
Under multiple reasons,
even though Foltest loved his daughter so much, he could only give up, accepting bald Radovid V's marriage proposal and marrying the princess off.
Instead of doing what Cintra did, bringing in a consort for the princess to make her queen.
This also gave the bald King of Redania an excuse to annex Temerian territory after Foltest's death.
Triss suddenly exhaled, looking into Guilliman's eyes, her gaze somewhat shifting as she said, "Guilliman, Princess Adda is currently unconscious."
"As his only daughter, her condition could very well cause King Foltest to lose his mind and make wrong judgments."
"Margarita once told me privately that you have a way to heal others' souls."
"May I ask you to use your method to heal Princess Adda?"
"This matter is very important to the Kingdom of Temeria."
Hearing Triss's sudden request made the witcher pause.
At the same time, he grumbled inwardly, 'Margarita, what about keeping it a secret? It hasn't been that long, and even Triss knows.'
Perhaps noticing his unusual expression, Triss waved her hand somewhat flustered, explaining, "I'm sorry, Guilliman."
"Margarita didn't tell me this on purpose; it was because I noticed something strange about her soul, and after I asked, she let it slip, which is how I found out."
"And I also promised her I'd keep it a secret."
Looking at Triss's flustered and adorable expression, Guilliman felt a little better; at least Margarita hadn't actively revealed it.
While actively revealing it to other sorceresses might be more beneficial to him, before his strength was sufficiently powerful, such benefits could also attract others' covetousness and lead to unnecessary trouble.
Guilliman was about to explain why he wouldn't do so.
Suddenly, his ears twitched, hearing a slight movement, and then he shouted loudly towards the door, "Who's there? Come out."
"Otherwise, I'll make my move."
Although Triss didn't detect anything unusual after hearing the witcher's shout, she chose to trust him and also adopted a vigilant posture.
After four or five seconds, a young man wearing a blue cloth outer jacket and a blue headscarf walked in from outside the door, saying in a low voice, "Master Guilliman, and Ms. Triss, please don't be alarmed."
"I am Roche, commander of His Majesty Foltest's Blue Stripes."
"I am here on the King's command to ask you two to return to the throne room for questioning."
Triss clearly knew Roche, quickly relaxing her guard and looking back at Guilliman, signaling that he was not an enemy.
The Blue Stripes were Foltest's most trusted special forces, and also his most elite small unit, highly respected within the kingdom's high command and absolutely loyal to the King.
As a game player, Guilliman, of course, knew who this tall young man, Roche, was; he was a true man, a good brother, one of the few very loyal individuals in the human faction.
However, at this time, Guilliman and Roche were not acquainted, and he was not a figure like Geralt of Rivia.
So, he questioned, "If you're here to ask us to the throne room for questioning, why were you hiding by the door eavesdropping?"
"What did you hear?"
Facing his questioning, Roche's expression remained unchanged, still a poker face.
He said in a low voice, "I apologize, Master Guilliman."
"As His Majesty's Blue Stripes, we are His Majesty's eyes and ears, responsible for monitoring any intelligence within Temeria."
"While the eavesdropping just now was not ethical, I was responsible for His Majesty's safety, and I will not apologize for it."
"As for what I heard, I can only say that I heard everything you discussed."
"Including Prince Yurkas, and the intelligence that you, Master, have a way to save the princess but are concealing it."
"I will report these conversations truthfully to His Majesty Foltest, I apologize."
Well, he was truly an inflexible man; Roche was a typical military mind, not at all smooth.
Guilliman knew that no matter how he tried to persuade him, the other party would tell all of this to the King. He simply couldn't be bothered to say anything more, only considering how to deal with Foltest's questioning later.
The other party must have approached stealthily precisely when he was absorbing memories and his senses were affected.
Otherwise, with his keen witcher senses, it would be difficult for anyone to get so close without alerting him.
Faced with this situation, he couldn't possibly turn hostile.
He could only exchange a glance with the apologetic Triss, his expression not looking very good, and chose to follow Roche to the audience hall to meet the King.
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