Chapter 208 Chapter 207 The Chattering Succubus
“Good morning.”
Seeing the beautiful and tall elf, who wasn’t flat-chested, brightened Jima’s mood. She landed next to Eve Frostleaf and took a good look at her from head to toe.
Compared to Jima, who was clean and neat, Eve Frostleaf was not so clean after yesterday’s fierce battle.
Eve Frostleaf had accumulated a lot of dust on her body; upon closer inspection, Jima noticed that her silver hair was stained with some blood, a few strands of silver hair stuck to her neck, her chest armor had several scratches, and there was blood in the seams of her scale skirt.
Jima noticed that her scale armor had marks that indicated it had been wiped, but it was only half done, perhaps because it got dirty, and she had given up on cleaning it.
At this moment, Eve Frostleaf shot Jima a sideways glance with her green eyes. Naturally, this icy gaze bounced off Jima’s thick-skinned demeanor without causing her any harm. Jima even took a peek between the gaps in her armor and saw some blackish-gray smudges on Eve’s long legs.
Eve Frostleaf directly turned away in displeasure. Her silver hair, tied with a sky-blue ribbon, brushed against Jima’s nose as she jumped down from the treetops, not looking back, skipping lightly along the tree trunks with her long legs.
Jima asked, “Where are you going?”
Eve Frostleaf clenched her right fist and waved it downwards like a hammer.
Oh, she’s going to find George.
Jima flapped her wings and flew to her side, following her while chattering incessantly, “What a coincidence to run into my first teammate! We really have a connection.”
“Thanks for your help yesterday. Your bow shots were spot on, or I would have almost been chopped up by that wraith.”
As she spoke, she observed Eve Frostleaf, who seemed to ignore her as if she were just a puff of air rather than a black-haired succubus flying alongside her.
“Frostleaf fought many battles yesterday, and today you probably don’t have time or means to brush your teeth, right? How about visiting my dream palace as a guest?”
“There’s a bath pool there that’s thirty meters wide and long, with just the right temperature, and unopened rose-scented soap, yes, the well-known brand from your hometown.”
“And a toilet clean enough to use as a mirror.”
Jima kept talking, flying above her, to her sides, and below her, becoming increasingly annoying.
Eve Frostleaf took a deep breath for the second time, her hand unconsciously tightening around the hilt of her sword.
This succubus, clearly good-looking and barely keeping up with herself, yet how does she come off as so punchable?
Having wielded a bow for fifty springs and summers in the elven court, Eve Frostleaf considered herself cultivated. Even when the rough elves would get drunk at banquets, she could turn a blind eye. No matter how vicious the rumors, she remained unflinching and calm as still water.
But encountering Jima made Eve Frostleaf feel her youth and lack of temperance again, leading her to finally give in and say:
“Dust-repelling pearl.”
She meant that she had a “dust-repelling pearl” and wasn’t that dirty.
“After sweating all over, not washing will make you smell like sweat,” Jima sniffed theatrically. “There’s an odor.”
Eve Frostleaf disdainfully snorted, as if Jima’s dream palace were merely a stinking pond in the countryside. But she felt sticky all over; the smell of sweat genuinely seemed to be seeping out from her collar.
“And the stench of beastmen blood,” Jima waved her hand in front of her nose. “In a few hours, it will rot and attract crows.”
Eve Frostleaf’s light red lips parted, and she finally forced out a complete sentence: “You abandoned everyone and ran away.”
After saying that, Eve Frostleaf regretted it, wishing she hadn’t engaged with this chattering succubus.
“Oh?” Jima smiled. “Then why is Frostleaf alone as well?”
“George ordered me to lure the enemy away.”
“I can’t help it,” Jima replied. “I’m just a support, mainly scouting, divining, cleaning up afterwards, controlling battles; I don’t have much combat ability in a frontal fight. Once my magic runs out and I’m restrained by the enemy’s extraordinary items, it’s good enough for me to escape.”
Eve Frostleaf remained silent, seemingly understanding but hardly paying attention to Jima’s reasoning.
Jima sighed:
“I know it’s not good to abandon my companions, but at that moment, it was my first time encountering a situation with no way out, being targeted and focused on, and all that was on my mind was to run—run away. When I got back to the palace, I couldn’t even sleep well, always thinking, what if George died? What would I do?”
Jima was genuinely worried about George’s life-threatening danger. Mainly because if George died, it meant her efforts were in vain, and without George’s connection, she could forget about getting close to Jenna in bed, not to mention with Frostleaf.
She nearly had sleepless nights over George’s peril, and a lack of sleep could be quite painful.
Eve Frostleaf felt a bit touched, recognizing that Jima was still under two years old and not skilled in frontline battles, and considering her significant contributions yesterday, escaping wasn’t wrong. Thinking that way made Eve Frostleaf feel somewhat guilty.
She hummed in acknowledgment, and Jima felt her tone soften:
“How about visiting my dream palace as a guest?”
Eve Frostleaf rejected, “Finding someone is the priority.”
But Jima guessed that deep down, Eve Frostleaf must be longing to wash thoroughly in the dream palace; she just couldn’t bring herself to ask.
What should I do to help this stubborn girl out?
Jima’s mind lit up, saying, “Frostleaf, how about I lift the demon lord’s curse on you?”
Eve Frostleaf abruptly halted, the thick branches under her shuddered.
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Jima replied. “I don’t know if George has told you about my origins?”
Eve Frostleaf shook her head.
George’s silence was quite reliable.
“I am a key to a human-shaped treasure vault left by the demon lord Jima, opened the demon lord’s vault in Shalin City,” Jima explained. “I have some memories of the demon lord stored in my head…”
Eve Frostleaf was skeptical but didn’t question it.
“Some of those memories include the curse,” Jima continued. “To untie a knot, you need to find the one who tied it. Although I’m not the one who cast it, knowing the structure of the curse like the demon lord makes it easy for me to break it.”
“And the price?”
“You just need to agree to one thing for me, with George as the guarantor.”
“But I need to seek my permission.”
Clever, she instantly saw through my scheme.
Jima said, “That won’t work. If you don’t agree, isn’t that a waste of time for me?”
“I’m not used to being indebted to others.”
“Then five things?”
Eve Frostleaf raised three fingers.
“Alright, deal.” Jima lied, “Now let’s go to my dream palace; it’s more convenient there.”
Eve Frostleaf’s long ears twitched in caution, asking, “Can’t we do it outside?”
Jima forced her tone to be serious: “Checking the curse requires steam and specialized equipment.”
“Jenna has talked to me a lot about you.”
She was hinting at me, she was already aware of my interest in women and had been wary of me.
Which guy said most girls are potential lesbians? What nonsense, he should have his balls kicked to oblivion.
Jima skillfully resorted to emotional blackmail:
“The army of Kasong has failed, and we’re being hunted down. While we managed to run away, and we could do it with our strength now, what about the humans in this land? George wouldn’t abandon them; he would do heroic deeds. Yet the path of a hero is fraught with challenges. Relying on just dual swords, it’s hard to forge a path.”
She paused:
“After staying with the people of the Sanctuary for a long time, I tend to speak more directly, so I’ll just say it.”
“At that time, you should return to your hometown first. Whether or not you want to admit it or are avoiding it, if you die in a foreign land, high elves will unleash their wrath upon the Sanctuary, especially on George.”
Eve Frostleaf’s expression remained unchanged as she said, “I have a will.”
“Knowing full well that you’ve lost your long-range shooting capability, it’s equivalent to halving your combat power, yet you insist on dragging me into dangerous battle,” Jima said, “Do you really think a flimsy piece of paper will fend off the raging fury?”
Eve Frostleaf fell silent, staring at Jima’s face, which was serious and grave, showing no trace of being a succubus.
Jima felt secretly pleased, convinced that she was indeed performing at a level above herself driven by desire.
Eve Frostleaf’s long ears drooped slightly as she finally spoke, “Fine.”
Jima was overjoyed, nearly wagging her tail in delight.
“But only after we find George,” Eve Frostleaf added unusually long-winded: “We need a formal contract.”
Damn, all my deceitful words in front of George turned out useless.
Jima felt a weight in her heart but could only say, “Okay.”
Now she had to find a way to get the silver-haired long legs into the palace before finding George.
Thus, around noon.
While Eve Frostleaf was gnawing on a fruit cake, Jima sat at the table and, in front of her, ate sweet and sour fish with chopsticks, explaining while eating:
“Frostleaf, do you want me to make one for you in the palace?”
Eve Frostleaf shook her head.
In the evening.
“You must be tired; how about a bath in my palace and a nap?”
Eve Frostleaf nodded as she withdrew her silver sword from the beastman’s corpse, still shaking her head.
Taking advantage of the fading daylight, the two women lit a campfire.
Jima looked at the icy elf who was impervious to charm and felt a surge of frustration.
Although she knew this girl was tsundere and likely experienced, she was difficult to get through to, and she wasn’t receptive to just anyone.
Chasing women was so bothersome.
Fortunately, I’m a succubus and a woman; all I have to do is lie on the bed, and George will take care of everything else.
As Jima thought, she absentmindedly took a cat ball out of the campfire. The cat ball was made from the fur shed by the Liansi cat, and once it burned, a scent of burnt feathers wafted through the air.
Jima squinted her eyes, staring at the slowly rising smoke, successfully divining the location of the Liansi cat.
“Frostleaf, I’ve found my cat servant’s location.”
Eve Frostleaf drew her silver sword and stopped leaning against the tree.
