Chapter 100 Chapter 101 Tears Weapon
Jima, skilled in deception, quickly turned her mind to find loopholes in the question.
But unfortunately, the question was posed by the green dragon, who was equally adept at deceit.
…Had once been the Demon King…
The use of the word “had” was too harsh; without it, she could easily have replied “no,” because she was no longer the Demon King.
There was simply no way to answer this question.
Run away.
Jima recalled all her means of escape. Sadly, she discovered that there was no way out. Her magic power was nearly depleted. After cursing the green dragon, she used divination, and now her magic power was reduced to a pitiful single digit.
At that moment, she felt as if she had caught a cold; her mind throbbed with pain—a sign of overuse of her extraordinary abilities, a prelude to a breakdown.
For a long time, Jima did not respond.
George kept his back turned to her, perhaps to avoid being influenced by her expression. His hand tightened around the sword hilt as he asked:
“Yes or no.”
There was no emotion in his voice.
A wave of sadness spread through Jima’s chest. She had never imagined that George would have the possibility of turning against her. She had poured all her strength into confronting the green dragon, only to end up in such a situation.
Her lips trembled, and she nearly gave in to despair, saying, “I am; just strike quickly.”
She extended her middle finger to show her contempt.
In this critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck Jima. She recalled a television drama she had watched in her previous life, where women would suddenly burst into tears, leaving men at a loss.
She could avoid answering the question directly.
She gathered her emotions. At that moment, her well-developed tear ducts played a crucial role; tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. She bit her lip, producing a perfect sob.
George was somewhat moved; he turned his head and saw Jima looking at him with teary eyes, resembling a well-behaved cat about to be kicked out of the house.
The icy façade on his face shattered in an instant, but he still held on and said, “Jima, all you need to do is answer, just say one word.”
Finally unable to hold back, Jima’s teeth released her lips, and an uncontrollable sob escaped her mouth as she cried out:
“Why? Because I have horns on my head and a tail? Or because I was born in the Demon King’s basement? Just because of a piece of reasoning from the green dragon, a single statement, you want to point your sword at me?”
George was somewhat at a loss. Though the tip of his sword had been pointed at the ground the whole time, he defended himself, saying, “I did not.”
Good opportunity! He began to argue. Never reason with someone; instead, continually throw dirt and accuse the other party.
“No, you did; you would stab me with that sword,” Jima said, sobbing a few more times, transparent tears falling. “Why must I be subjected to baseless accusations because of my origins? If the green dragon says Jenna is the Demon King, would you interrogate her while holding a bloodied sword? …Wuwu”
Jima continued to cry out:
“Even those illiterate villagers are better than you. They are simply afraid of me… so they reject me; at most, they just talk behind my back… But you are much scarier. You claim there is no bias, yet you would readily use your bloodied sword to chop me in half.”
“I’d rather be pelted with rotten eggs and driven away a hundred times than be interrogated by you even once.”
George was completely stunned. He felt he was being wronged and wanted to refute her, but Jima’s accusations were too numerous; he could only shake his hand and say, “I am not, I did not.”
Jima burst out crying, “You are still waving your sword.”
George immediately loosened his grip, dropping the great sword on the ground. He approached Jima and said, “Listen to me, this is not bias, the situation is different, and it is not an interrogation; I just want to—”
How could I reason with you? Reasoning means certain death for me!
“I won’t listen, I won’t listen!” Jima directly launched her ultimate move, covering her ears with both hands, squatting down as tears continued to fall.
George was left dumbfounded, squatting in front of Jima, not knowing what to do. He reached out his hand towards the top of Jima’s head.
Jima swatted his hand away and buried her head in her knees, continuing her faux crying.
She pretended to cry for over twenty minutes, while George remained like a marble statue, also squatting for over twenty minutes.
During those twenty minutes, Jima’s only gratitude was that the succubus’ acting talent was truly impressive; she could casually pretend to cry for over twenty minutes, something she had never dared to imagine before.
Jima wiped her tears with a nervous heart and raised her reddened eyes. At the same time, she prayed to all the deities that she did not want to see George’s expressionless face; otherwise, she would be finished.
The face that came into view was George’s contrite expression. He cautiously tried to reach out, but worried about scaring Jima to death right then and there, he asked:
“Are you okay?”
Jima timidly asked, “You won’t kill me, will you?”
George shook his head and said, “No.”
“Then did I cry for so long…” Jima asked carefully, “Will you hate me? I tried my best to make my sobs less harsh.”
George’s heart nearly melted into a pile of cream as he said, “Jima, I don’t hate you at all.”
Jima felt as if a deflated balloon had suddenly been inflated again; she stood up, hands on her hips, and said, “Now this is great, just great! If I had just kept the green dragon’s weakness to myself and flown away with the teleportation scroll, that would have been even better.”
George let out a sigh of relief, as her odd remarks indicated that Jima had returned to her former self.
“Okay, I shouldn’t have believed the enemy’s words and indiscriminately doubted you.”
Jima added, “It was an interrogation.”
George felt inexplicably exhausted and suddenly recalled what Gregory had told him earlier, wondering why Jima’s description sounded so familiar.
No, that’s not right; Jima isn’t that kind of person; she is an exception.
Jima felt a great sense of relief; fortunately, George hoped she was not a bad person, and given his clumsiness, she had escaped a disaster.
Hehe, I’m not that fragile!
The corpse of the green dragon began to emit faint green light from its wounds.
Jima hurried to the green dragon’s corpse and said:
“Ah, the green dragon’s body has started to analyze extraordinary substances. Damn it, we need to take measures quickly.”
George walked over; after the excitement of battle had faded, the various wounds on his body began to throb with pain. He held his waist and walked with a limp.
Jima quickly ran to George’s side and asked, “Are you okay?”
“My left arm can’t exert any strength,” George said. “Things look blurry to my eyes too.”
“That’s good,” Jima said. “In the stories of heroes slaying dragons, who hasn’t died a few times?”
In this world, where dragons really exist, dragon-slaying stories often turned tragic. Most of the motivations were not about the riches in the dragon’s lair; if one really wanted to get rich, they could rob government treasuries, banks, or wage war to pillage villages—anything safer than slaying a dragon.
Jima personally treated George’s wounds, helping him remove the deformed armor components, wiping off splinters embedded in his wounds and cleaning the dirt from his body.
As George wiped his dulled golden great sword, he remarked, “It seems that the Demon King Jima still has considerable strength.”
Jima analyzed whether George was indirectly probing her and said, “Is that so? I’m not very familiar; I heard you all stormed into his bedroom while he didn’t have time to put on his armor.”
“Yes, that was somewhat underhanded.”
Jima was a bit moved; finally, her reputation was starting to be seen more fairly, so she asked, “What if he had worn armor?”
George pondered for a moment and replied, “Two swords would die; his armor is still quite thick.”
Jima: …
“That’s not quite appropriate to say.” Jima restrained herself from yanking the bandage and said, “That green dragon almost got us killed.”
“When he slayed the green dragon, he was one level higher, while I have yet to recover to my peak state; you know it’s a significant leap from platinum to diamond,” George said. “His case further proves that extraordinary levels are not everything.”
Jima poured alcohol on George’s wounds, and he grimaced, asking, “It hurts; why?”
“Of course, it’s for disinfection.” She tightened the alcohol-soaked bandage and said, “Bear with it.”
“But I’m immune to all poisons.”
“Oh.”
After that, the two hurriedly dealt with the dragon’s corpse, slowing down the extraction of extraordinary materials.
The two resurfaced from the water pool, leaving the dragon’s lair and summoning celestial steeds, heading straight to the city.
The battle in the city was already coming to an end.
Hundreds of knights, raising the banner of chivalry and riding tall warhorses, came to provide support, bringing along nearly two thousand infantry, which turned the tide of battle.
When George and Jima arrived, the knights were attacking the fleeing green-skinned creatures.
A tall knight rode past George and Jima, raised his knight’s sword, and with one strike decapitated a fleeing orc. Simultaneously, he grabbed the head with his left hand, raised it high, and shouted, “For the Goddess!”
Behind him, the chivalric knights cheered, saying, “Good chop, good chop!”
They were competing over who could kill the most orcs.
Drew had a beaming face; he had eight orc heads hanging from his mount, approaching George and Jima with confidence, asking, “Holy Avenger, what about that despicable, cunning, cheap, shameless, ugly, and cruel green dragon?”
“Dead.”
“Great! Just thinking about how that green lizard deceived me regarding my faith in the Goddess makes me ashamed.” Drew extended his hand, asking, “What about my ancestral glory spear?”
George handed over the spear inscribed with “nmsl.”
Drew spoke proudly, “This weapon, in line with knightly virtue, bears my ancestors’ glory; it surely inspires you to defeat that green lizard.”
Once called dear, now referred to as “green lizard.”
Jima asked, “By the way, isn’t chivalry supposed to require knights to confront their enemies directly without using projectile weapons?”
Drew looked at Jima coldly and replied:
“Succubus, you seem to be unaware. This dragon spear is essentially a melee weapon, always held in hand; it only occasionally slips. Sometimes, swords can also slip from hand; does that mean knightly swords go against chivalry? This weapon perfectly aligns with the knightly code.”
After speaking, he looked at the blood-inscribed word “nmsl” on the spear and asked, “What is this?”
Jima’s eyes darted as she said, “It was written in George’s blood, a curse meant to harm giants. It has now lost its magic.”
Drew, with a serious expression, said, “No, it clearly contains the warrior’s courage against the giants. I must keep it to commemorate your great feat of slaying the dragon, George.”
Saying this, Drew lifted the spear, the runes “nmsl” visible, and shouted, “Brave knights! Dragon Slayer George has slain the evil green dragon! Let us cheer for his bravery.”
The knights gathered around, raising their bloodied swords and spears, chanting George’s name: “Dragon Slayer George! Dragon Slayer George!”
Then, according to tradition, the knights followed George to the dragon’s lair. Together, they pulled the dragon’s corpse out, and according to tradition, they selected the twelve bravest knights to lift the massive body by hand, walking toward the city.
When they arrived in the city, it was already evening.
This war had started last night and continued all day; men and horses were exhausted.
Therefore, even though the knights were eager to roast the dragon, the feast would have to be postponed until the next day.
