Aerondight? The name sounded familiar to Wayne, reminiscent of a legendary weapon wielded by a renowned king in countless tales. It was also known as the Sword in the Lake, the Steel Sword, the Sword in the Stone, or the Kingmaker. The fact that it appeared here was a testament to the Conjunction of the Spheres, the periodic events that connected this world to countless others, allowing strange and wondrous things to manifest.
Wayne stood and moved his body. The Lady of the Lake might not be a god of immense power, unable to directly destroy the clone, but she was undoubtedly a skilled healer. Whether it was the knight Eyck, crippled by Borch or Fitz, corrupted by the evil god's power, or himself, suffering from severe internal injuries, the Lady's touch had mended them all, seemingly without lasting consequences.
For someone who faced danger regularly, this was an invaluable gift. Having a good relationship with such a beautiful and compassionate goddess would undoubtedly be a powerful asset in his future adventures.
Wayne approached the Lady of the Lake, assuming a knightly pose, kneeling on one knee and bowing his head. "Your Majesty, Goddess," he declared, "I am willing to become your knight, to bear the oath of Aerondight, to eradicate evil from the world, protect its peace, and spread virtue, making the world a better place."
Wayne spoke with passion, his words echoing like a solemn vow.If he had been clad in armor instead of bare skin, it would have been a truly impressive oath.
The Lady of the Lake seemed pleased by this chivalrous display. She lifted Aerondight, as in the legends, and held it before Wayne, her voice filled with solemnity and joy. "I am delighted that you accept this responsibility, my warrior. I present you with this sword and dub thee a Knight of the Lady of the Lake. I hope you will keep your oath, vanquish evil, and bring joy and virtue to the world."
Her words were spoken with such grace and solemnity, her posture so serene and beautiful, that it would have moved any medieval knight to become a true champion of justice. Unfortunately, she faced a witcher, a man unburdened by reverence for gods and filled with earthly desires.
Wayne's gaze drifted upwards, taking in the goddess's beauty. Suddenly, he felt a stirring within him, a physical reaction he couldn't control.
The Lady of the Lake's voice broke his reverie. "My knight," she said, her gaze meeting his, "Aerondight is both a gift and a responsibility. But your deeds deserve greater reward. Tell me, what is your desire?"
What do I want? I want you! The beautiful Lady of the Lake was unaware of the blasphemous thoughts swirling in the mind of the man kneeling before her. She maintained her serene smile, awaiting her knight's answer.
Wayne's heart pounded with desire. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency, Goddess, I desire perfect memory."
The Lady of the Lake blinked in surprise. "Perfect memory?" she asked, tilting her head quizzically. "What is perfect memory?"
Wayne responded not with words, but with action. He stood, stepped forward, and pressed his lips against the goddess's. His arms encircled her slender waist, pulling her close. To his relief, she didn't resist. Her eyes, filled with confusion and a hint of feminine allure, watched as his hands roamed her body. She seemed unsure how to react to this unexpected turn of events.
But soon, she understood.
.......
When Wayne emerged from the forest, three days had passed since the destruction of the clone. His fellow witchers and the sorceresses greeted him with relief and curiosity, inquiring about his well-being and eyeing the ornate sword on his back.
Wayne offered no detailed explanation, simply confirming the clone's destruction and the mission's success. He suggested they return to Vizima to rest before reporting to the king.
Upon their arrival in Vizima, using the sorceresses' magic, Wayne found himself replaying the intimate moments with the Lady of the Lake. He marveled at her stamina and quick learning, despite her delicate appearance. After a few hours together, they had reached a new level of intimacy.
Wayne noticed a new skill in his accessory:
Divine Blessing LV1: Alien State Resistance +1, Mental Resistance +1, Soul Resistance +1, Charm +1
The appearance of this seemingly powerful skill at this time was undoubtedly linked to his encounter with the goddess.
This discovery revitalized Wayne, who had been feeling somewhat weary. He redoubled his efforts, cherishing every moment of intimacy with the goddess.
As he held her in his arms, their bodies intertwined, Wayne sensed a shift in their connection. The invisible barrier that had once separated them was gone, replaced by a profound bond. In a surge of possessiveness, he asked, "Your Excellency, Goddess, may I know your name?"
The goddess's fingers paused, her clear eyes clouding with confusion. "I... I believe I have no name," she said, her voice soft and uncertain. "But a voice whispers to me that I am called Lilith. Only you know this name, my warrior. In the future, if you wish to see me, speak my name into the lake."
Wayne nodded, gazing at her beautiful face. He leaned in, kissing her lips once more. When her eyes glazed over with desire, he asked, "Lilith, my goddess, I ask that you never appear before anyone else in this form."
"This is my request," Wayne said. "As your knight, I must protect your purity, your body, and your reputation. Will you grant me this?"
Lilith tilted her head, unsure of the exact meaning behind Wayne's solemn request. But as a generous goddess, and facing the knight closest to her heart, she agreed without hesitation.
She lifted her face, kissing him softly. "I promise you, my warrior", she replied in a gentle voice.