Chapter 111 Chapter 112 Dominant Jenna
Ji Ma’s consciousness returned to her mind. The feeling of fatigue vanished, and she felt refreshed, her mind was clear, and she had no attachment to the bed, indicating a good quality of sleep.
It’s been a long time since I’ve slept so well.
Ji Ma slowly opened her eyes, and it seemed to her that the snow peak in front of her was distorted.
Which maid is it? I’ll reward her later.
Ji Ma pushed aside the covers and saw a girl in a silver robe with golden hair lying on her back, her hair tangled and spilling onto the soft sheets.
She’s so big, her face is beautiful, her hair is of excellent quality. Wait a minute, she looks a bit familiar. Isn’t she the childhood sweetheart fiancée of the shameless and overconfident hero who brought her here last year? He tried to challenge me but was slapped away and locked up, watching me take the Saintess.
The pure Saintess began to struggle in pain, and amidst the vain screeching of the incompetent hero, she ascended to the heavens. She became numb afterward and eventually fell in love with me, her body transformed to suit mine, and she particularly enjoyed serving me proactively.
Heh, yeah right!
I’m the one being used. Damn, George must be the illegitimate son of the goddess of fate. The potion I carelessly mixed turned out to be a sleeping drug. With such a great opportunity, he must have had a blast last night.
Ji Ma looked down at her waist. The belt on her loose shorts was still fastened. She unbuckled it and reached in to feel.
“Surprisingly nothing happened.” Ji Ma, while relieved, couldn’t help but mock, “Beastly and impotent guy! If I were him, with this much variety, I could go all night.”
“Ji Ma, good morning.” The Saintess Jenna also woke up, covering her forehead and saying, “What time is it now?”
The bell outside rang, striking six times.
“Six o’clock in the morning.”
Ji Ma pulled her hand back, feeling a slippery plaque on her teeth. She got out of bed to wash up.
“What happened last night?”
“I made a pie with a sleeping effect; we fell asleep, but George’s resistance was so high that he felt nothing at all.”
Saintess Jenna lightly squeezed her legs, not feeling anything, and said, “So, George must have carried us to bed. He’s so nice.”
“You sound so disappointed.”
“Not at all.” Saintess Jenna said, “If he took advantage of us, I would be disappointed. Of course, with his character, he wouldn’t do such a thing.”
Ji Ma rolled her eyes. “Speaking of which, I think we’re pretty weak. We faint from eating a bit; what if the enemy drugs us in the future?”
“It’s okay; I can detoxify.”
“Then why didn’t you do it last night?”
The Saintess was caught off guard, her face turned red, and she picked up a pillow to smack Ji Ma, saying, “You’re so bad.”
“Who told me I was a bad woman?” Ji Ma said. “Should I tell George that you need some care?”
Jenna’s face turned even redder. She held the pillow tightly and said, “No, don’t do that. He’ll think I’m not good.”
Ji Ma protected her head and said, “That’s true; stop. I have a good idea.”
“What?”
“We’re already engaged; having that kind of life is quite normal. But you still can’t overcome some moral barriers.” Ji Ma straightened her tail and said, “Why don’t we practice with each other to improve together? It’ll help break through those moral barriers and allow us to gain proficiency. George will definitely be happy about it.”
A few seconds later, Ji Ma was pushed out the door.
“Bang!”
The bedroom door slammed shut behind her.
“So annoying; why doesn’t my lying skill work?” Ji Ma’s tail thrashed between her black-clad calves as she further reminisced about her previously debauched demon lord life. “George is really a beastly bad person.”
By noon.
Jenna was ready to leave.
Her family had sent a steward who arrived early in White City, wanting to see Jenna and also meet her fiancé. To their surprise, she rejected him.
George waved goodbye to the two women within the inner city of White City.
After Ji Ma and Jenna exited the inner city, they saw two carriages and a steward with a servant waiting early.
The steward was a thin, middle-aged man with a long sword at his waist. He had a black mustache, dark skin, a scar on his face, and an unfriendly expression.
However, upon seeing Jenna in her silver robe, his face filled with reverence, and he slightly bowed, saying, “Miss, here are the two carriages prepared as per your arrangement. By the way, where is your fiancé?”
“We’ve already said our goodbyes,” Jenna said with a natural commanding tone. “Also, please address him by name.”
“Yes, Miss. It’s a pity not to see Mr. George,” the steward said. “The lord has a gift he wishes to send him – an heirloom sword.”
“I made it clear that my marriage is not related to my family.” Jenna cast a deliberate glance at Ji Ma and said, “My father is always self-righteous; many things are not as he thinks.”
“Does the hero plan to break his word?” The steward exclaimed, “I distinctly asked the church, and you indeed have registered as a couple.”
“It’s not as you think,” Jenna waved her hand, saying, “Don’t speak carelessly; this is one reason why I didn’t want to tell him.”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Did my father assign you other tasks that I’m not aware of?” Jenna’s green eyes emitted rare authority. “Tell me.”
“No.”
“You better not be doing anything on your own.” Jenna continued, “While I won’t openly sever my ties with my family, I won’t hesitate to drop a light ball into my father’s most valued warehouse and burn everything inside clean.”
Ji Ma couldn’t help but tug on the reins, distancing herself from Jenna. She looked at Jenna’s face, doubting if Jenna’s violent outbreak sequel was happening. The previously gentle and easy-to-bully Jenna had transformed into this fierce and domineering figure.
Split personality?
The steward hesitated for a moment and said, “Actually, it’s nothing.”
“Speak!”
“Your father sent me to bring a painter to draw your fiancé – George’s face, for promotional purposes.” The steward said, “To promote the engagement of the hero and the Saintess, what could be more fitting than that?”
There is, the demon lord seizing the love of the hero and the Saintess.
Ji Ma thought in her heart.
Jenna’s face turned frosty, combined with the white light she emitted, resembling a goddess in anger. She tightened her grip on the reins and struck the air with a loud crack of the whip.
It startled the steward, causing him to stumble.
Jenna said, “He’s trying to harm me. Tell my father to stop being so self-righteous. Is he not harming me enough already?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Does he have other orders for you?”
“None.”
“It better be this way.”
The steward at that moment looked at Ji Ma, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face beneath her hood for a few seconds.
Ji Ma touched the silver ring that George had given her on her arm, confirming it was still there. Her succubus traits should have been concealed.
“Miss, who is this beautiful young lady?”
“She’s a good friend of mine,” Jenna added. “Also a transcendent being who saved us all during the last mission.”
The steward was delighted, his mustache curling up as he said, “That’s wonderful! May I ask your name?”
Ji Ma stated her alias, “I’m called Xiao Qiao.”
“Miss Xiao Qiao. Just right! My lord instructed me to bring some gifts to your friend,” the steward signaled to the nearby servant, who then brought down a beautifully decorated wooden box from the carriage.
Jenna pressed her hand to her forehead and sighed, “Here we go again.”
The steward held the long wooden box in both hands and presented it to Ji Ma, saying, “This is an ancestral sword from the eldest lady’s family, symbolizing friendship.”
Ji Ma dismounted, took the wooden box, and asked Jenna, who was still on the horse, “By the way, how many ancestral swords does your family have?”
Jenna said flatly, “Only my father knows.”
Ji Ma opened the box to see a shiny long sword resting peacefully on red velvet, the hilt encrusted with jewels and gold. Ji Ma grasped the hilt and waved it slightly.
The center of gravity was too low; the hilt was embedded with too many jewels and too much gold. The blade had not the slightest magical power; overall, it was very suitable for hanging on a wall, showcasing the wealth of its owner.
Ji Ma liked it very much; one look made it clear it was worth a lot of money. She smiled and said, “Thank you very much.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
Afterward, the two women boarded the same carriage.
Once in the carriage, Saintess Jenna immediately used divine magic to isolate the entire carriage.
She said, “Alright, now no one can eavesdrop.”
Ji Ma said, “You’re acting a bit strange today.”
Saintess Jenna sighed and said, “If I don’t act a bit more firmly, they’ll recklessly make decisions on their own. I apologize to you on behalf of my father.”
“What do you need to apologize for?” Ji Ma said. “I’m happy to receive a gift.”
“This isn’t a gift; it’s an investment,” Jenna said. “My father will send people to indirectly inquire about your transcendental abilities. Afterward, he’ll ask you to do something against his competitors in the guise of a friend. If you refuse, he’ll once again emphasize the ancestral sword he gave you. I swear, I didn’t even know my family had so many ancestral swords.”
“Sounds like your father has a bit too much of a mercantile mindset?”
“What mercantile mindset? He’s too stingy.” Saintess Jenna replied discontentedly. “On one hand, he wants to curry favor with the transcendent beings, and on the other hand, he’s stingy with money. I can bet my father’s instructions to the steward were to give the sword to George, finalize the engagement, and then have his face and my face painted together, posting promotional pictures everywhere in White City to confirm our relationship…”
“Oh.”
“If the sword doesn’t get delivered, then find a way to send it to my transcendent friend, maximizing profits.”
“So, the steward only brought one sword.”
“Exactly.” Jenna said, “A few years ago, I fell out with a friend because of one of my father’s ‘ancestral swords’ that I was completely unaware of. She was just bronze but was ‘invited’ by my father to deal with pirates. After that, we fell out, and when I asked my father about it, he said: ‘So it was just a bronze friend? I heard bronze is only slightly better than ordinary people. Daughter, not having a bronze friend is no big deal.’”
Jenna paused for a moment and said, “If my father approaches you in my name, don’t agree, and don’t mind what he says.”
“It’s okay,” Ji Ma said. “I have thick skin.”
As Ji Ma spoke, she placed the sword back in the wooden box, calculating how much it could be sold for.
It should be alright to hand it over to Mr. Dongdong to sell.
