Dol Blathanna.
Tissaia and Asa could never have imagined that the elves' teleportation magic did not return them to Francesca Findabair's residence on Thanedd Island, but directly back to Dol Blathanna, the elves' ancestral home.
"My Lady, is he the one you were looking for? That brat actually spoke so disrespectfully to Aelirenn, he truly deserves to die."
"I am one hundred percent certain, it is him. Actually, what he said was not wrong."
Back in her homeland, Francesca Findabair immediately relaxed.
The atmosphere in the balcony pavilion just now, while not apparent on the surface, had actually left Francesca Findabair incredibly tense.
One might describe it as an older bachelorette meeting a young piece of fresh meat on a blind date.
Francesca Findabair was not an older bachelorette, and Asa was not a piece of fresh meat; one was simply Tang Seng, and the other was the Western Paradise.
At the first glance, Francesca Findabair felt a unique attraction from Asa. His smile during conversation, his posture while sitting in the chair—it was like fine wine, intoxicating.
It is said that the legendary elven mages only need a single whiff to recognize the presence of the Elder Blood. Was this the attraction of the Elder Blood to ordinary elves?
Indeed, just as the elven sage said, when she dreamt of the prophecy, her mission was already ordained.
Returning to Dol Blathanna, Francesca Findabair had grander schemes.
Thanedd Island was Tissaia's territory. Her dual identity as a magic mentor and Dean of the academy made the entire Thanedd Island airtight, filled with people loyal to the academy.
It was hard to make a move.
"Tissaia, damn her!" Thinking of this, the elf could not help but feel a tinge of resentment toward that black-haired Sorceress. If not for her overprotective nature, Francesca Findabair might have used the Vapor Walk spell right there to forcibly take Asa back to Dol Blathanna and let the elves have their way!
So he wants to be a librarian, does he? Does he think he'll be safe hiding in the academy of Aretuza? Francesca Findabair did not believe that a possessor of the Elder Blood could endure being a librarian for many years, tolerating such dullness and boredom.
When the black-haired man leaves Thanedd Island, that will be the time for Francesca Findabair to act!
Seemingly noble and pure on the outside, Francesca Findabair was entirely different on the inside.
Sitting back on the rattan chair in the palace, Francesca Findabair closed her eyes to rest and think about the next step of her plan.
Cairis asked curiously:
"My Lady, human mages find it very difficult to reproduce or have offspring. How can we be sure that man... is capable?"
"Do not worry."
Francesca Findabair said, whispering with her eyes closed,
"Two hundred years ago, Lara Dorren betrayed the elves, fell in love with the human mage Cregennan, and united with him. Both were mages, and theoretically, it was impossible to have offspring, yet Lara Dorren eventually had a child."
"The bloodline in the elven prophecy, those who possess the Elder Blood—chaos energy cannot destroy his reproductive system."
Francesca Findabair did not say the second half of the sentence: Having been an elven Sorceress for nearly a hundred years, was her own fertility still intact?
If it wasn't, would she need someone else to act as a surrogate?
Francesca Findabair's gaze swept obscurely over Cairis.
...
Asa had thought that after obtaining his address and job duties, there would inevitably be dealings and power struggles with Francesca Findabair.
Who would have known that for a long time afterward, life would instead become calm.
Was it just a trick of life?
After receiving the reward from the elven Sorceress, the dragon medallion was a silver amulet. According to the system description, in addition to the effects of the previous two, the medallion was particularly sensitive to all forms of magic.
Spells, curses, charms, or magic objects and creatures—whenever it sensed the existence of these things, the medallion would vibrate violently, alerting the owner to the presence of magic.
Its function was similar to the medallion that every Witcher received after passing the Trial of the Grasses.
With this medallion, if Asa were to travel the Northern Kingdoms, he could use it as identification, disguising himself as a Witcher.
School of the Dragon, the Dragon School!
"Not bad," Asa remarked.
The meeting with Francesca Findabair came to an end there. After that, the elven Sorceress never sought out Tissaia or Asa again, as if she had given up on the idea of verifying it.
But Asa knew that this elven queen must be plotting something in secret, only hindered by Thanedd Island being her territory, so she didn't make a move.
After all, when they were talking, the gaze that the Sorceress left on him was sometimes too obvious.
This is what they call the female gaze, right? Can we boys ever catch a break?
Elves live long enough, so they have plenty of time to plan certain things.
Francesca Findabair remained still, and Asa was happy to be idle. On normal days, he would reunite with Sabrina and Yennefer, discuss certain magic topics with senior Sheala, and go on outings to the islands attached to Thanedd Island with senior Margareta.
Asa never fell behind in the study of magic either—meditating to expand the upper limit of his Qi attribute, learning various high-level spells, and incidentally doing some things beneficial to this world, such as...
When he first used the lace clothing gifted by the system, Yennefer asked curiously:
"This clothing looks obscene, but it is actually very comfortable to wear. Did you make this?"
This let Asa know that the setting of the Witcher world was similar to the Renaissance period of modern society, where thinking was liberated to a certain extent. This was thanks to the existence of Sorceresses, who were highly educated and knowledgeable people often at the forefront of reform.
Therefore, the status of women was completely different from the Middle Ages and was relatively high.
With conditions ripe, in order to save the aesthetics of this world, Asa naturally introduced a piece of women's clothing: a pair of nylon stockings.
The soft touch, combined with the ability to cover blemishes on the legs after wearing them, making their leg shapes more beautiful, made them very popular as soon as they were launched.
Nylon stockings first spread among Sorceresses, and then, due to the high positions and fashionable demeanor of the Sorceresses in the royal courts, they became popular among noble ladies.
Black, white, and skin tones close to human skin, perfectly suitable for all ages from top to bottom, promoted harmony in many noble families.
Asa did not show his face throughout the launch of this clothing; it was all handled by Yennefer. Therefore, Yennefer was hailed as the "woman who understands women best."
Although the stockings were aimed at the high-end market, the high price could not stop the pursuit of beauty, and the wealth of the Northern Kingdoms flowed continuously into the pockets of Asa and Yennefer.
Having proven his ability a little, the black-haired Sorceress, although not very keen on money, was equally happy and joined Sabrina in demonstrating the effect on the upper body and the auxiliary function after tearing them for Asa.
Very sexy.
Just like that, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, ten years passed...
Francesca Findabair:?
You really can stay put!