Chapter 107 Chapter 108 Reporting at the Sanctuary
A few days later.
Sanctuary, Triumph Hall.
Those who had returned after completing their missions were reporting here, undergoing various checks.
In the hall, the emblem of the sun god, the God of Dawn, hovered overhead, watching the visitors and inspecting whether there were any lies in their hearts.
After various psychological checks, George was reporting.
“…The evil green dragon fell into the trap set by Jima, underestimating her strength, which turned the tide of the situation. To deceive the cunning green dragon, Jima gave up her chance to grow.”
“…The green dragon is inherently greedy. Jima provoked her greed, and when the situation was unclear, instead of choosing the safest method to flee, the green dragon engaged in direct combat, giving me a great opportunity to slay the dragon.”
“…When the green dragon realized something was off and attempted to flee, it was then that she exerted her utmost effort to keep the green dragon behind. I believe that without a kind heart, ordinary people would find it hard to risk their lives for such a small chance to punish the green dragon.”
George paused for a moment.
A voice devoid of emotion came from above:
“George, have you finished your report?”
“Done.”
“We noticed that you have been praising the succubus.”
“Her name is Jima.”
Another asked: “Do you carry any subjective emotions in your account?”
“Yes, but that does not affect the objectivity of my responses.” George said, his tone unusually agitated, “The key to this counterattack mission lies with Jima.”
“We acknowledge this point,” one bishop said, “but from a personal perspective, the motives for sacrifice can be many. It is the norm in this world for individuals to risk their lives for personal gain.”
“Being harsh on the good amounts to leniency towards the bad,” George said. “To do good and then speculate on the motives is, from my personal point of view, merely finding excuses for one’s own prejudices.”
“Motivation determines whether a person will harm others in the future. The application of the succubus Jima is too dangerous; we need to conduct regular checks, including a campaign detection, and she must be here to discuss it herself.”
George stood up and said, “I’m very confident.”
“Your psychological assessment passed, but it was two grades lower than last time. I hope you can move past what happened with Saint John.”
George replied with just, “It happened.”
Then he turned and walked out of the hall, pushing open the wooden door.
“Creak.”
At the sound of the hall’s door opening, Jima, who had been lying on a bench, suddenly opened her sleepy eyes.
She sat up and complained, “Can’t the Sanctuary be a little generous and oil the door hinges or something?”
The door closed.
Jima looked around; in this medium-sized room, there were only herself and George.
George said, “It’s your turn.”
“I guess you’ve been bragging about my achievements just now.”
George rubbed Jima’s head vigorously and said, “Yes, the old folks are unhappy. They think you’re evil and must have ulterior motives—prejudice is what annoys me.”
Look at this silly thing, how servile she is, claiming to be a hero. After so many years in the Sanctuary, with just a little trick from me, she’s prancing around to lick me?
Jima deliberately said, “Maybe they’re right; the campaign detection hasn’t come out yet.”
George replied, “Those who say such things must have good intentions; you needn’t worry.”
“So my application for the green dragon’s extraordinary materials and the demon lord’s extraordinary materials will be secured?”
“With the campaign detection results out, they will surely be stunned.” George said, “This is your opportunity, but Gregory isn’t here, so you need to be careful.”
Haha, I’m happy he’s not around!
Jima felt joyful.
If the campaign detection results come out, Jima is very confident; she deceived them last time and concealed evil as neutral. This time, the intensity of the lie is even higher; she reinforced it last night.
However, to trick George into believing I’m good also cost me a lot. I’m only up to his armpit; I have to tiptoe just to reach his chin.
Jima casually asked:
“By the way, George, a question.”
“Go ahead.”
“When will you believe that I am good?”
“Always, I have always believed your essence is good.”
Turns out I was wrong before; the tail control is not effective, a single person can’t support a lie.
“Oh, thanks.”
Jima said, pushing open the grand door, stepping onto the Sanctuary’s red carpet, and walked proudly toward the three bishops wearing bronze masks sitting on the high platform.
Jima felt that the red carpet led to a bright future.
With the green dragon’s characteristic board nailed down, promotion seemed likely. If I can regain the extraordinary materials I once had as a demon lord, I will become a dual-cultivator of magic and martial arts, alongside a foolishly comical tool, George, to serve me. Not to mention having a silly saintess to persecute and grope.
The future looks bright! As for a harem, it’s just around the corner. I just don’t know how splendid George’s expression will be when I reveal my true self; he’ll probably regret it so much that he’ll bang his head against a pillar until he dies.
The more Jima thought about it, the more her tail couldn’t help but proudly lift.
With a smile on her face, she sat down in her seat under the watchful eyes of the bishops.
A cold voice came from above: “Attendant Jima, are you ready for the campaign detection?”
“Let’s start the detection quickly.”
She closed her eyes, and in a moment, she felt a warm ray of sunlight fall upon her skin, making her want to sleep peacefully.
Jima looked forward to the bishops’ reactions.
Behind their golden bronze masks, their eyes would surely bulge, each gasping as they realized the truth, then ecstatic as they thought they could use her as good publicity material.
Just thinking about it made her feel excited.
After Jima’s heart thumped for the thirteenth time.
A gasp came from the platform.
Jima couldn’t help but curtail the smile at the corner of her mouth before her tail could rise higher in pride.
Then she heard a voice:
“So red! So evil!”
Jima opened her eyes to see herself radiating red light all over, glowing like a red tomato.
The bishops on the platform even drew their swords, pointing them at her; if it weren’t for the rules, they might have jumped off the platform to slay Jima, striving for righteousness.
Jima felt embarrassed and said, “I didn’t expect this result; how about we test again?”
One bishop looked at Jima meaningfully and said, “The campaign detection system was just improved the day before yesterday.”
…….
Sure enough, there are no good things in this world! Everything in this world is against me; why don’t I have such good luck as George?
Jima felt a strong sense of indignation, and after venting her emotions for about half an hour with the bishops.
The bishops finally had enough and ordered Jima to leave.
After nearly exhausting her disappointment.
Jima didn’t impose herself; she stood up, turned around, and was about to leave when.
A voice of inquiry pierced through her back like a sword.
“During the last campaign detection, did you use any means to hide or distort?”
“Cannot disclose.”
Jima walked on the red carpet toward the big door, feeling terrible. Just when the future seemed bright, it went dark again.
No extraordinary materials from the demon lord, nor any opportunities pushed by the Sanctuary’s head.
These old folks are wise beyond their years; how come they aren’t suffering from dementia, such an unfair fate!
This Sanctuary can’t continue on like this!
Jima pushed open the door and saw George standing tall outside.
He immediately walked toward Jima and asked, “Jima, how did it go?”
“I’m as red as a tomato.” Jima replied, focusing on his expression, “The result was neutral evil, very red, it scared the bishops.”
George was first shocked, then examined Jima from top to bottom, seemingly to confirm if she had been secretly swapped.
He couldn’t possibly have seen through that I was lying to him all along? No way, I must eliminate that possibility before he realizes.
So Jima blinked, her eyes glistening with moisture. She sadly turned her head and said:
“Do you think it’s disgusting to be close to an evil woman like me?”
Faced with the sudden “accusation,” George was taken aback and quickly defended himself:
“I never thought that.”
“Oh, then I’m sorry.” Jima said, “I didn’t learn anything from Saint John.”
She deliberately steered the conversation toward the uncontrolled monster that was mutilated, now being crushed to dust under the church, and the vampire-corrupted Saint John.
George slightly lowered his head, revealing a look of guilt, and said, “You can’t blame yourself; seeing Saint John’s end, it’s hard to still have a passion for the path of goodness.”
“He seemed to have said that you will eventually be like him, burning your whole life for others, only to end up with a sack of rural potatoes and cheap gratitude, and when you die, turned to ash and scattered on the ground.” Jima said, “Can you accept that ending?”
George said, “I can’t…. Lately, I can’t help but think, if I were him, would I fall?”
As he spoke, he hesitated and told Jima, “I probably would.”
When a good person starts considering personal gain and loss, then they have already set foot on the path of fall. Because the cheap praise from others and morals can no longer deceive him.
Jima thought this way and felt proud that she could come up with such a good sentence, but she didn’t say it out loud to show her depth of thought; instead, she said:
“What are you worrying about? You have talent, fate favors you, and you’re not lacking in comforts or food. You have no reason to end up gnawing on potatoes in the countryside, worrying about your children’s education.”
“You always comfort people realistically, Jima.”
“Who told me I’m an evil succubus that only cares about personal interests, trampling on the lives of others?” Jima said, “But luckily, the Sanctuary didn’t seize my spoils and even helped me seal the green dragon’s extraordinary materials for free.”
“This result will definitely be used by many in discussions.” George said, “You needn’t worry about that; just continue to strive for the path of goodness.”
Jima said, “You might be disappointed.”
“Jima?”
“I made an agreement with the bishops to leave the Sanctuary, and they were very pleased.” Jima said, “I will no longer be your attendant; I’ll pack up at noon and leave White City.”
Having said that, Jima turned around to leave.
George raised his hand, reaching out to Jima to recover the situation, asking, “Didn’t Jima say she would go on the path of goodness?”
Jima stopped and said: “Though I’m short, I’m not a child; I can’t stay with you every day. By the way.”
Jima turned around, gave him a light kiss on the cheek, and whispered in his ear: “See you in my dreams from now on.”
Having said that, she pushed George’s chest with force and left in big strides.
George stared at Jima’s back as she disappeared through the door, feeling lost.
