Chapter 66: Beating the Couple
The two arrived at the silver tent of Eve Frostleaf, and Jima personally opened the tent door for Saintess Jenna.
Saintess Jenna was increasingly satisfied and determined to take a stand for Jima.
Jima said, “Frostleaf, Sister Jenna has come to see your wound.”
Saintess Jenna couldn’t help but puff her chest out as she stepped into the silver tent. Eve Frostleaf knelt on the blanket behind the curtain, using both hands to tend to her silver sword, while an elven maid beside her dealt with an array of empty bottles.
Jima gave a knowing glance to the elven maid, who understood and said, “You are the Saintess Jenna? Just in time, my master might have some hidden injuries, you need to take a good look. By the way, I have some other business, so I’ll step out and not disturb you.”
After saying that, she got up to leave, smiling at Jima as she passed by. The elven maid felt that the ally she found was quite strong. As expected of a succubus, she directly invited George’s childhood friend, and Frostleaf would surely be heartbroken, giving up her beautiful fantasies about George.
Jima returned the smile.
Eve Frostleaf pulled back the curtain. She was dressed casually, with a silver sword resting on her long silver legs. Upon seeing Jima’s mischievous smile and Jenna’s proud demeanor, the temperature inside the tent significantly dropped.
“How chilly! Has winter arrived? Frostleaf, you mustn’t freeze yourself.” Saintess Jenna approached with a smile, and before Eve Frostleaf could respond, she took off her shoes and stepped onto the blanket, saying, “Frostleaf, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. I still remember when George and I first met you, it seems it was three years ago; time flies! Back then, George and I had just arrived in Golden. Since we dealt with the Demon King last time, it seems we haven’t seen each other for… two years? For you elves, that’s just a blink of an eye, but for us short-lived humans, it feels like ages. George remembers you and asked me to check on you.”
“We met more than half a year ago,” Eve Frostleaf finally spoke, “Actually, my wound has already healed.”
“That’s great. Anyway, since we haven’t caught up in a long while, let’s chat,” Saintess Jenna said. “I wonder how your experience was fighting the beastmen? I remember when I was fifteen, I went with George to investigate a necromantic disaster. It was really dangerous; George carried me off the battlefield, leaving a trail of blood.”
Eve Frostleaf paused her work and said, “Fortunately, George and I worked well together. The two of us fought our way into a horde of beastmen, covering each other back-to-back, and we didn’t get hurt much.”
“Speaking of cooperation, when George and I were twelve, we only communicated with hand signals and quietly sneaked out during curfew,” Saintess Jenna said, cupping her face with one hand and smiling. “I remember one moonlit night when he climbed over the wall using my shoulder, then pulled me up. He was so daring back then.”
The corner of Eve Frostleaf’s eye twitched as she said, “He has always been daring. When we met, I shot three arrows at him, and he blocked them all.”
“He never takes his life seriously, always has a bunch of wounds that I patiently treat one by one,” Saintess Jenna said. “I’ve never left a single scar on him.”
Eve Frostleaf fell silent for a moment. In the competition of who had more shared experiences with George, Saintess Jenna definitely had the upper hand as his childhood friend.
Eve Frostleaf said nothing, vigorously polishing her silver sword. Saintess Jenna slightly raised her chin, her chest swelling as if it might crush Eve Frostleaf’s face.
Jima watched the scene with great interest, sitting on a small stool, eating a banana with a ginger cat curled up on her lap.
Suddenly Eve Frostleaf stopped polishing her sword and asked, “Have you and George gone back to see his parents together?”
Saintess Jenna’s face stiffened, and her proud chest sagged slightly: “No, there’s never been much time, he usually doesn’t go back.”
Eve Frostleaf rarely showed a smile, tossing her silver hair, the long silver ponytail swaying as she said, “I’ve seen them. His parents don’t have much affection for him, similar to me. We talked for a long time that night.”
Wow! George actually did that with Eve Frostleaf, and I didn’t even notice.
Jima couldn’t help but take a few more bites of the banana, placing the peel on Lianxi Cat’s head and looking at Jenna, wanting to see how she would strike back.
“I already knew,” Jenna’s face paled slightly, “But a long time ago, George and I also did that kind of thing, Jima, don’t you think?”
“Huh?”
Jima was momentarily taken aback.
Saintess Jenna anxiously turned to Jima: “It’s the day you introduced me to that toy with the tail, we were both there, remember?”
Having received education from the church, Saintess Jenna was never very tactful with her words.
Why is this blowing up in my face?
“Right.”
Saintess Jenna turned to face Eve Frostleaf and said, “At that time, George was really too eager. Both I and Jima didn’t coordinate well.”
Eve Frostleaf’s face flushed slightly, unsure whether from anger or embarrassment. She wanted to clarify that she and George were innocent, but she couldn’t stand Jenna’s smugness and Jima’s presence.
Eve Frostleaf said, “Is Saintess Jenna here to demand an explanation from me?”
“I don’t mind; George is quite exceptional. It’s normal for several girls to like him,” Jenna said, “Besides, I know you well.”
Even though Saintess Jenna tried to show the demeanor of the primary wife, Jima could still see the jealousy boiling beneath her smile.
She was likely resentful that George hadn’t informed his “official wife” in advance.
“In terms of age, I’m nearly a century old,” Eve Frostleaf said淡, “As for my background, it’s also decent; it’s a matter of lawful marriage, unlike those little girls picked up off the street to compare with. By the way, didn’t George tell you?”
Saintess Jenna narrowed her eyes: “After all, we are separated by distance.”
The two women locked eyes, blue eyes meeting green eyes, their gazes clashing in the air. Jima imagined a sound of clashing metal. Both sides were poised for action, and she hurriedly took out a second banana to watch the show.
Saintess Jenna’s figure suddenly faded like mist, drifting away with the wind.
Time was up.
Eve Frostleaf looked at Jima, her gaze as sharp as the edge of the silver sword on her thigh.
Jima cared not at all, tapping Lianxi Cat on the head and saying, “Little Li, take the banana peel outside and throw it away.”
“I want to rest now.”
Elves tended to be quite polite when speaking, and the underlying meaning of this was: “Scram.”
“Oh dear,” Jima stretched lazily and said, “I didn’t expect the noble high elf, Eve Frostleaf, actually wanting to marry George.”
“Hmph,” Eve Frostleaf snorted coldly, “You’re just misunderstanding.”
“That’s good. I brought George over today to clarify things so as to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings,” Jima said with a smile. “After all, your mother is the Elven Queen. If she knew her daughter wanted to marry George, she wouldn’t be furious.”
“You’re spreading rumors,” Eve Frostleaf put down her silver sword and bluntly said, “You can leave now, succubus. I know you’re trying to sow discord.”
“I’m doing this for George’s sake,” Jima said sweetly while putting on her shoes, “So that the Elven Queen doesn’t hear that you don’t plan to marry George and think he took advantage of you, sending a fleet of elves to chop off George’s head the same day.”
After dropping that statement, she hurriedly ran out of the tent, leaving behind the fuming elf.
Hehe, this is really thrilling. The look on her face seemed like she could blast a fireball at me any moment.
As Jima ran, she felt quite pleased.
However, thinking back to the earlier drama, it still felt like something was missing.
Jima slowed her pace and shook her head, saying, “It’s still lacking that certain something.”
“What’s missing?” Jima clapped her hands. “George himself isn’t even present!”
Jima’s eyes turned, and a mischievous idea came to her mind.
“Tonight, let’s invite all three of them to my palace for a get-together. I can ask Jenna for some extraordinary abilities to brew into potions for future needs.” Jima revealed a wicked smile, “And also conveniently help Eve Frostleaf clarify things, letting her personally break off ties with George. Hehe, someone as proud and tsundere as her definitely wouldn’t publicly admit it.”
Jima felt a wave of satisfaction at the thought of meddling with George’s love life.
It wasn’t out of ordinary jealousy.
If I can’t have that good girl, neither will you! Jima thought to herself.
She had to admit that if she really was a pawn placed by the Demon King Kimab, the memories of men he’d instilled in her were quite influential.
Just seeing that guy George casually get with girls she had never even experienced made her heart ache, which was clearly a male thought.
However, Jima was too lazy to “correct” it; let it be as it is.
After all, this couple was set to be interrupted.
She “coincidentally” ran into the elven maid on the way, and they exchanged knowing glances as they walked to a secluded spot.
The elven maid asked, “How was it?”
“Very good. You can go comfort Frostleaf in a bit,” Jima said. “By the way, do you think Frostleaf would admit that she likes George and would be willing to become his third wife?”
The elven maid’s expression changed, “Absolutely not! He’s just a lowly short-lived human.”
“Really?”
“Does it matter?”
Jima looked serious: “It’s very important. Think about it calmly. Besides, if it’s absolutely impossible, then why are you keeping such a close watch on Eve Frostleaf?”
The elven maid thought for a moment and hesitated before saying, “Maybe she has thought about it in her heart, but she would never say it out loud. Uh… Between the two of them, after being bewitched, they might say.”
“What if I’m there with George’s fiancée?”
“She would absolutely not.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
“Alright,” Jima said, “I set a trap to have George come clarify the misunderstanding with her.”
“Just as expected of a succubus.”
“Mutual.”
The two of them exchanged smiles.
On the other side, inside the silver tent.
Eve Frostleaf hugged her legs, burying her face in her knees, as a single tear soaked into her silver hair.
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Sorry for breaking the promise to update; I will definitely do so tomorrow!
