Guilliman was mentally prepared for such a situation.
Growing by devouring others' souls indeed didn't seem like something a righteous person would do; instead, it resembled the actions of Evil Gods or demons.
But there was no other way; he couldn't possibly give up his cheat and rely on his own training to grow, could he?
He wasn't some true genius; without the help of his cheat, he probably wouldn't even touch the edge of the demigod rank for hundreds or thousands of years.
Not to mention, if he encountered any danger or accident, he might just die suddenly.
However, power itself isn't inherently evil.
Guilliman believed that as long as he maintained his humanity and upheld his principles, he wouldn't stray towards evil and become a dark, fallen existence.
As he thought this, he and Buir walked through a calm and peaceful path and soon saw the beautiful lake, dazzling like a watery sapphire, clear and serene like a mirror, exuding an aura of nature and harmony.
Fish swam in the water, and birds flew over the lake.
Although it was early spring, the area around this small lake was filled with flowers that usually bloomed in different seasons, all vying for attention, incredibly vibrant.
And on various fruit trees, different species of fruit hung, emitting a sweet fragrance—red, orange, blue, green, their aroma wafting everywhere.
It was like a legendary blessed land, making one involuntarily relax and embrace nature.
The Dryad Maiden clearly loved this environment; after arriving at the lake, her eyes lit up, her nose constantly twitching, and her gaze filled with joy.
He estimated that if he asked her to spar with him in such an environment, she would be very willing.
Guilliman also felt refreshed, both physically and mentally.
Just a few hundred meters away was a battlefield strewn with corpses, reeking of blood and fish, but here there was no unpleasant smell at all, only the fragrance of flowers and fruits.
He led the Dryad Maiden to the side of the small lake, gazing at the calm water.
Just as he was wondering if this legendary Lady of the Lake would also make a mysterious and sacred entrance to display her divinity, suddenly, ripples spread across the lake water not far from them.
A female being with bright golden hair, wearing a white gauze dress, skin as fair and delicate as jade, and a beauty difficult to describe in words, yet full of sacred and exquisite aura, slowly rose from the lake and appeared before the two of them.
If Francesca's temperament and appearance could reach nine and a half points, then the Lady of the Lake's temperament and appearance could also reach nine and a half points.
But unlike the Elven Queen' ethereal and noble aura, the Lady of the Lake's beauty, which revealed desire within its sacredness, attracted Guilliman's interest even more.
After all, Francesca was a pure-blood elf; no matter how good her figure was, she always exuded a delicate and fragile air.
In contrast, this Lady Lady of the Lake not only possessed an exquisite appearance but also a curvaceous and full figure, plump and alluring.
Under the close-fitting white gauze dress, her figure was faintly visible, constantly exuding a captivating beauty.
No wonder she could be called a Goddess, revered by countless knights as the object of their eternal pursuit, recorded in various ancient texts and paintings.
She truly was extraordinarily charming and desirable.
After the Lady of the Lake appeared, the Dryad Maiden Buir respectfully knelt on the ground, lowered her head, not daring to truly look at the Goddess's face, and held a letter in her hand, seemingly the envelope the Elven Queen wanted her to deliver.
In contrast, the witcher Guilliman, completely unaffected by the Goddess's sacred and solemn aura, his gaze calm, as if carefully appreciating a work of art, repeatedly scrutinized her, seemingly wanting to imprint this exquisitely beautiful scene before him into his mind.
In this world without CGI or beauty filters, it must be said that this Goddess's temperament and appearance were absolutely unforgettable.
The Lady of the Lake was quite dignified.
She seemed not to mind the witcher's somewhat presumptuous gaze; perhaps over thousands of years, she had already seen many rude mortals like him.
She calmly met Guilliman's gaze for a few seconds, then turned to look at the kneeling Dryad Maiden, a faint smile on her lips, and then beckoned.
The letter, personally written by the Elven Queen Aisne, flew up out of thin air and landed in her hand.
However, the Goddess did not read the envelope, only nodded to the Elf Maiden, and said in a pleasant voice like a maiden's song:
"You've worked hard, girl."
"I have received your letter, and I will personally discuss the subsequent matters with Ms. Aisne."
Seeing that her task was completed, the Dryad Maiden, as if she had accomplished some important mission, her eyes brimming with tears, nodded vigorously and said:
"Thank you, Lady Lady of the Lake."
After speaking, she glanced at the witcher beside her, but she didn't dare to look too long and quickly lowered her head again, appearing to wait patiently.
After dealing with the Dryad Maiden, the Lady of the Lake looked at the witcher again, her sapphire-like eyes seemingly devoid of emotion, just quietly meeting his gaze, with no intention of speaking first.
Seeing this situation, Guilliman didn't want to be too rude; he bowed slightly to the Goddess and then said in a clear voice:
"It is an honor to meet you, esteemed Lady Goddess."
"My name is Guilliman Gelman, and I am a witcher."
"Please forgive my presumptuous visit; the reason I came this time is that there is something I wish to gain your approval for."
Although his voice wasn't particularly melodious or emotional, he believed it was definitely more polite than his expressionless witcher colleagues.
However, when the Lady of the Lake spoke, Guilliman was startled and began to overthink.
"Traveler from another world, welcome to my abode."
"I have been watching you for quite some time."
"What do you wish to gain my approval for? Please speak."
What the hell, traveler from another world?
Been watching me for quite some time?
Hearing such a title, Guilliman felt as if his underwear had been pulled down.
This was the greatest secret of a transmigrator!
But then he thought, "Damn it, the world of The Witcher is like a sieve anyway, full of all sorts of monsters and creatures from other worlds."
Not to mention, every so often, there's a Conjunction of Spheres, a large-scale collective transmigration event where this world collides with other parallel worlds.
Even the two major races, humans and elves, are transmigrators from other worlds.
So, a traveler from another world like him shouldn't actually be considered anything rare.
And coming from another world isn't actually the transmigrator's biggest secret.
The transmigrator's biggest secret is knowing the plot, being able to view everything happening around them from a god's perspective.
Thinking this, the panic in his heart quickly dissipated.
Looking at the Lady of the Lake before him, "What are you putting on airs for? You're just a native goddess. So what if you know I'm a transmigrator by using the world's rules?"
"It won't be long before I'll have you under me, making you help me cultivate and become the nourishment for my ascension to godhood."
Although Guilliman's thoughts were arrogant, his expression remained calm, as if he hadn't been flustered by the Lady of the Lake's words.
He smiled and nodded at the Lady of the Lake, saying in a calm tone:
"Lady Goddess."
"I know your current enemy is Evil God Dagon, that wicked deity who lives in the depths of the sea."
"Although my power is weak, I also wish to contribute to eliminating this Evil God."
"Perhaps you don't know, Black Tern Island, including this small island where you reside, has been granted to me by the King of this human nation, becoming my land."
"I will eliminate those evil Mermen from this archipelago and even from Lake Vizima."
"However, witchers should not make unprofitable deals."
"I hope that when I accomplish this great feat, I can receive your blessing, Lady Goddess."