In his home world, if a couple went a long time without texting or calling, at least one of them would definitely start overthinking things. It was completely normal. If they didn't overthink, that would be truly abnormal.

For the past few months, he'd been constantly busy, and it hadn't really occurred to him then. But now that Lynn had some peace, he realized that while in Toussaint, he probably should have, or at least could have, been chatting with Triss more often.

Just as he was pondering whether he should set off for Vizima tomorrow and try to talk his way out of it with his "invincible silver tongue"...

Boom!

In the middle of the room, with a sudden bang, a portal materialized out of thin air. A red-haired beauty in a tight-fitting outfit stepped through. Without giving Lynn a chance to speak, she immediately threw her arms around the witcher, pulling him into a fierce kiss.

Lynn instinctively wrapped his arms around the sorceress's back. She, in turn, wrapped her legs around his waist, straddling him. At the same time, her right hand, circling his neck, snapped her fingers. The bed in the room, like a well-trained soldier, obediently hopped behind Lynn.

They tumbled onto the bed.

...

Three hours later.

Triss traced circles on Lynn's chest with her finger, speaking with a hint of melancholy. "You really should have kept in touch, even if it was just a simple greeting."

Lynn looked at Triss, so close to him. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The witcher's tongue suddenly tied itself in knots.

"Sorry, I just thought our relationship wasn't that... er, close."

Who wouldn't love a gentle, understanding older sister type? Lynn honestly couldn't think of a better woman in the Witcher world than Triss.

"Well, now you know... However, your performance last night was good, so I forgive you."

"But that doesn't mean everything's fine between us."

Lynn quickly raised both hands in surrender. "I promise, from now on, I'll keep in regular contact with you."

Triss suddenly nuzzled his chest like a puppy, sniffing. Then she frowned. "It's not that... You smell of lilac and gooseberries. Don't lie to me. If it's just a fling, I won't be angry."

Sorceresses of this era were particularly bold and open in their relationships. As long as no emotions were involved, they understood that even such acts were merely accumulating experience. But if feelings were involved, even just verbal declarations or promises, the nature of it changed entirely.

"On my last contract, I ran into Yennefer, but it's not what you think." Lynn explained to Triss about asking Yennefer for help in analyzing the secondary mutation.

"Oh, I see."

Seeing Triss's sudden realization, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had cleared that hurdle. Who would have thought...

"Then why didn't you ask me? Do you think I'm not as good as Yennefer?"

"Of course not! But aren't you still serving as a royal advisor? I thought you might not be able to just drop that responsibility and disappear into the depths of the Blue Mountains for months."

Triss's expression darkened. "I really can't."

"It's alright. With Yennefer and my mentor, Vesemir, it should be enough." Vesemir was an old-timer from the former Order, and Yennefer was a high-ranking sorceress. With the two of them working together to decipher Morreau's notes on secondary mutation, nothing unexpected should happen, barring unforeseen circumstances.

Of course, if possible, Lynn would have preferred legendary, high-ranking sorceresses like Tissaia, the former rector of Aretuza, and the current rector, Margarita, to be involved. If they were willing to help, that would be even better.

"Enough about that. Look at this." Lynn pulled out a short cape, a top, breeches, boots, and other formal dresses he had specifically bought in Toussaint from his magically enchanted leather pouch.

Instantly, the sorceress's attention was diverted.

"These are..."

"I picked them out especially for you in Toussaint. Do you like them?"

The formal dresses were one thing; they had those in the North too. But practical hunting attire suitable for women in the wilderness? That was truly unheard of. Outfits like those worn by Triss and Yennefer were custom-made from their own designs by tailors.

However, in the South, especially Toussaint, the situation was different. Historically, Toussaint's rulers had several times been female, with no male heirs to take the throne.

Even as women, they were still part of a ducal family, descendants of "Duke Lance" Ludovic. Even if they didn't ride into battle, they still had to enjoy the pleasures of hunting alongside nobles and knights in their daily lives. With a duchess setting this precedent, other noblewomen naturally followed suit.

Therefore, women's hunting attire had a considerable market in Toussaint. With demand, creators were naturally incentivized to design more practical and beautiful women's hunting outfits.

In Beauclair, Geralt had suggested Lynn buy gems or jewelry—luxuries like he did. But Lynn believed that a sorceress wouldn't lack luxuries. He couldn't afford truly extravagant ones, and cheap ones wouldn't make an impression. Ordinary ones wouldn't catch her eye. So, it was better to try a different approach: target Triss's other interests.

Like these women's hunting outfits, perfect for outdoor activities. From his modern understanding of human nature, fashion could attract not only women but also men. Just like players who spend a fortune just to make their in-game characters look good.

And Lynn's hunch was right. When he pulled out the set of women's hunting attire from his magically enchanted leather pouch, Triss's gaze was immediately captivated. She didn't move a muscle.

"Want to try them on?"

Triss nodded, then said, "You turn around first."

Lynn coughed. "We've already been... intimate. Is that really necessary?"

"Of course, it's very necessary."

Seeing the red-haired beauty's very serious expression, Lynn obediently turned away. Rustling sounds came from behind him. After a while, Triss finally said, "Okay, you can turn back now."

She put one hand on her hip, one eye narrowed, striking a playful pose. "How do I look?"

A black short cape draped over her bare shoulders, her skin as white as a snow-capped mountain. A red, form-fitting top accentuated her bosom, then sharply narrowed at the waist.

A belt adorned with golden embellishments crossed diagonally at her waist. Functionality aside, it certainly enhanced her beauty. Below, black breeches perfectly showcased her gracefully curved legs.

Seeing this, the witcher let out a roar and pounced on the giggling sorceress.

...

The two remained in the villa's bedroom for another day and night. Only then did Triss reluctantly get out of bed and return to Vizima. Before she left, Lynn asked Triss a favor: to inquire at Aretuza Academy.

He wanted to know if a child's constitution, if it aligned with a particular school's style, would increase their success rate when undergoing the corresponding School's Trial of the Grasses.

....

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