Chapter 106 Chapter 107 A Minor Fracas
Unfortunately, no matter how strong the two women were, they could not match George, who specialized in head-on combat.
In the end, Ji Ma dragged her opponent into her area of expertise and, with her rich experience, defeated the adversary’s scheme.
The competition for the rightful wife has temporarily come to a halt and entered a cold war phase.
During a break.
The two women sat one on the left and the other on the right, their gazes occasionally intersecting in the air, sparking several flashes of lightning.
Saintess Jenna felt her position was endangered but had no way to address it. During this battle against the green dragon, she felt like she was holding everyone back, just as Ji Ma had said, responsible for logistics.
As for Ji Ma, her intention was merely to express her displeasure with Saintess Jenna’s control. The fight for the title of the rightful wife was more about getting under George’s skin.
Seeing George, caught in the middle and overwhelmed, unable to use his strength, Ji Ma felt a sense of delight, and even her discomfort below had lessened.
Suddenly, a good idea crossed her mind: when the saintess and George officially got married, she could crash the wedding. What a scene that would be!
Just think about it.
In the most luxurious church of the God of Dawn, under the watch of distinguished figures from both inside and outside the country, the golden boy and jade girl, the brave saintess were about to wed.
Saintess Jenna wore a proud smile, draped in a snow-white wedding gown, stretching out her fingers as George prepared to place the wedding ring.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and heavy clouds gathered.
The demon queen Ji Ma, wearing a pitch-black crown, rode a black dragon, diving down from the clouds, wielding a giant sword. She leapt from the dragon’s back, kicked the wedding carriage, and shouted, “This wedding is mine to snatch!”
How lively that scene would be!
Everyone looked to the brave George, hoping he would fend off the demon queen, but found him frozen in place, staring blankly at the girl before the black dragon.
Saintess Jenna was both furious and annoyed, her chest heaving with rage.
As she thought about it, Ji Ma couldn’t help but laugh aloud.
“Hehehe…”
While she laughed, a figure obscured her view. She looked up to see a pair of peaks—oh, it was Jenna.
Jenna, with a kind smile on her face, knelt down and extended her hand to Ji Ma, saying, “Ji Ma, let’s take a step back and make peace.”
Ji Ma looked at Jenna with interest and replied, “I guess you think of yourself as quite the rightful wife, heh, how pathetic.”
Jenna’s eyes twitched slightly as she said, “No, I’ve realized that during this battle, you saved my life. I’ve been conceited all this time.”
Ji Ma’s transparent golden eyes locked onto Jenna, and in the end, she chose to shake hands and make peace, avoiding escalating the matter. It wasn’t that her conscience had awakened or that she didn’t want to make George troubled.
Rather, she recognized that if things went on, she might lose the chance to share a bed with Jenna.
Ji Ma embraced Jenna, and the two women held each other close, while Ji Ma saw George behind Jenna heaving a sigh of relief.
She couldn’t help but recall the imagined wedding-crashing scene from earlier.
By then, George’s expression would be something to behold.
Ji Ma couldn’t suppress an evil smile.
George, who was just feeling relieved, suddenly felt a chill running down his back as he looked at the black-haired girl and the blonde girl embracing each other. What a beautiful sight. He felt as though he was losing his mind.
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A thousand miles away, across vast lands and the entire ocean.
In the Eternal Forest, at the Elven Royal Court, within the main hall.
It was silent, and no one dared to make a sound, even the closest maid to the Elven Queen held her breath, fearing that her breathing would anger Her Majesty.
Only Eve Frostleaf stood beside the Elven Queen as always, expressionless, with a silver longbow slung at her waist—the only elf in attendance carrying a weapon. She glanced at the Elven Queen, who was changing colors from pale to flushed.
A book lay open in the Elven Queen’s hands, its cover featuring an indecent image of the Elven Queen, titled “The Misfortunes of the Elven Queen.”
“Bang!”
The Elven Queen flicked her hand, and in an instant, the book slammed against the ceiling, falling down, which Eve Frostleaf caught.
“Slander! Filth! Indecency!” The Elven Queen’s chest heaved with anger. “Is it the Cult of Pleasure that’s behind this? News of me being captured by orcs is spreading all over the palace. It’s nonsense; they should all go wrestle with Treefolk in the Eternal Forest! The Treefolk’s fierce blows will knock some sense into their thick skulls!”
The scene fell silent for ten seconds.
The Elven Queen’s pointed ears twitched for over ten seconds.
She finally caught her breath and said, “Where did this book come from?”
The elf maid who presented the book lowered her head and stepped forward to say, “It was circulated from a human merchant ship five days ago.”
“Five days? The entire court is in an uproar! Are all of them spies sent by our dark cousins?” The Elven Queen settled down and said, “It must be because I led the army to plunder their Dark Ark. Unable to retaliate militarily, they can only resort to these vile means.”
Eve Frostleaf reminded her, “Your Majesty, the book came from a human ship.”
The Elven Queen glared at Eve Frostleaf and said, “I know. This is a diversion by our dark cousins; they always like to hide behind others.”
“The human merchant ship needs to be thoroughly investigated.”
The Elven Queen turned to the maid, who quickly replied, “The warden has already interrogated the captain and the sailors; they said they bought it from the port of Le’an.”
The Queen insisted, “It must be the dark cousins causing trouble behind the scenes.”
“I wish to investigate and relieve Your Majesty of this burden,” Eve Frostleaf said coldly as she glanced at the book’s contents. “I swear, the author of this book must pay with their life.”
“No.” The Elven Queen replied, “This is definitely a plot of the dark cousins. I will request the War Council to agree to another naval raid against the dark cousins—this will be the price they pay for their offense against me, and you will join me.”
Eve Frostleaf said, “The style of the artwork on the cover seems familiar; a friend of mine might know.”
“Who?”
“No comment.”
The Elven Queen glanced at Eve Frostleaf, who also looked back.
“I will send a maid to assist you.”
Eve Frostleaf placed her hand on her chest and slightly bowed to the Elven Queen, saying, “I will definitely punish those who defame your name.”
The Elven Queen appeared somewhat fatigued and waved her hand, saying, “You may go.”
Eve Frostleaf casually handed the book back to the maid and strode out of the palace doors with her long legs.
She walked past the colonnade, and under a white tower, she found a tall male elf wearing a high feathered helmet; he was the Queen’s champion knight.
She asked, “Is it true?”
The champion knight replied, “What is true?”
“The court rumors, the yellow book.”
“The details are very realistic; the content is all nonsense.”
“Really? How do you know?”
The champion knight paused for a moment and quietly said, “Her chest is nowhere near as big as described in the book, and there are no birthmarks on her butt.”
Eve Frostleaf’s face remained icy as she said, “I see.”
“It sounds like you’re disappointed.”
Eve Frostleaf did not respond and said, “I’m going to investigate in the lands of the Knight Kingdom of Barto.”
“Your curse hasn’t been lifted yet.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Eve Frostleaf left, “They’re just humans.”
“Wait.” The champion knight called after her, “You can use my private armory; what do you need?”
“Thirty silver bows.”
The champion knight’s expression turned pained as he said, “Okay, follow me.”
“Thank you, Knight Donkey.”
“Who taught you that nickname?”
“Your brother.”
“Such bad influence.”
