Chapter 259 Chapter 256 PUA
Nighttime, in the Dream Palace.
The soft pink light of the setting sun filtered through the stained glass, casting a warm glow in the luxurious dining room. The dim light blurred the reliefs, oil paintings, and the armor standing in the corner on the walls.
“Bang.”
A delicate hand slammed a letter on the table, and its owner stared sternly at the frost-like elf woman across the dining table—Eve Frostleaf.
“Although I am not a jealous woman and have no opinion of you,” Jima said, “if you insist on marrying George, then I will strongly oppose it.”
Eve Frostleaf’s green eyes glanced at the letter, which had not a single word written on it. She slightly parted her light pink lips and said:
“It has nothing to do with you.”
“Can you guess who wrote this letter? Who it’s addressed to?” Jima could hardly wait, revealing the mystery herself: “Your loyal maid wrote it to the Osuan guard—your biological father. She even caught you and George sharing a deep kiss yesterday. Luckily, I tricked your silly maid into believing I was her ally.”
Eve Frostleaf remained silent.
Jima pointed to the pale blue field of honesty that enveloped the dining table; if anyone lied, it would turn red. Considering her poor personal credibility, Jima had Jenna activate an honesty field.
Jima flicked her finger at the honesty enchantment, sliding the letter to Eve Frostleaf.
Eve Frostleaf’s slender, strong fingers brushed the letter, her fingers trembled slightly, yet she did not open the envelope.
She realized that the wax seal on the letter was enchanted; it could only be opened using a special method, or the letter would burn.
“Guess what’s written inside?” Jima said. “Based on my understanding of high elves, your maid would most likely write something like ‘a lower monkey forced you to kiss’ or ‘holding your secret and threatening you not to spread it.’ Either way, she would definitely paint George as a rapist so that she could clear herself of responsibility and connection.”
“I will clarify my stance in a letter to him.”
“Forget it, would he believe your maid and trust you? What weight does your word carry?” Jima mocked. “You even need a maid by your side for small risks. When your father and mother come, one with a sword and the other with a staff, furiously attacking, even if you’re crying and pleading, they will think you are out of your mind and won’t believe you.”
“By the time they come to kill, it will be too late. They are your biological parents; at most, they will restrict your freedom. But what about George? In the eyes of humans, he’s George the Dragon Slayer, a great hero. In your eyes, the high elves, he’s just a strong monkey; if he doesn’t get killed, he’ll at least be seriously injured.”
Eve Frostleaf said, “I will warn George to avoid my parents and wait until they calm down—”
“Calm down? That’s ridiculous.” Jima interrupted bluntly, “They won’t want you to ‘deign’ to marry a human, considering it a great shame. In fact, even you think that being close to George is demeaning, right?”
Eve Frostleaf opened her mouth but said nothing.
“That means you’re tacitly admitting it,” Jima said. “The arrogance of you high elves is ingrained in your bones, just like the stubbornness of the dwarves. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had a full-blown war with your dwarven allies in the past, ultimately suffering a disastrous defeat and retreating in disgrace.”
“That was the conspiracy of the Druzzi.” Eve Frostleaf’s tone turned cold. “The dwarves are foolish and trample our dignity.”
The deep-seated blood feud between elves and dwarves dates back thousands of years. The ruler of the dark elves, the Sorcerer King, ordered subordinates to disguise themselves as high elves and massacre dwarf merchant caravans. An enraged dwarf envoy rushed to High Elf Island to inquire, and the elven king at that time, responding arrogantly, checked and assumed that the dwarves were looking for trouble.
The dwarf ambassador stubbornly demanded proof that it wasn’t the high elves so-called way.
The elven king arrogantly ordered his people to shave the beard of the dwarf master clean and send him back.
The infuriated dwarf supreme king ordered the dwarf army to besiege the elven colonial cities to seek an explanation.
The elven king responded with war, leading to a drawn-out conflict, culminating in the elven king’s head being cleaved off by the supreme king, who then raised the bloodied elven crown and declared that he had obtained the elven “apology.” The elven crown still lies in the dwarven treasure vault.
The war ended in mutual destruction; the elves retreated from the continent while the dwarves faced a major earthquake and withdrew to the mountains. The void they left was filled by greenskins and beastmen, until some strong humans emerged, clearing the greenskins and beastmen and establishing a human kingdom.
It can be said that this blood feud has been longer than the history of the Empire and the Kingdom of Bartok itself.
Jima didn’t want to debate with Eve Frostleaf about who was right or wrong; propping her chin on her hand, she raised her finger and pointed at Eve Frostleaf’s nose, saying:
“You don’t care about George at all. You think of yourself as a lofty elf, and marrying George would be his honor, even if it brings him misfortune.”
“I love him.”
“To call it love sounds nice, to put it bluntly—ha, aren’t you just driven by desire?” Jima said. “One day, when George is beaten like a dog by your parents, you will pack your bags and roll back to High Elf Island with them, and after a few centuries, once matured and realizing that your parents’ actions were indeed loving, you’ll think, ‘How could I, a high elf princess, marry a monkey?’ You’ll find that you were so immature back then.”
“You slander me.” Eve Frostleaf could no longer maintain her expressionless demeanor. She stood up, urgently defending herself: “I will always remember him.”
“Oh, how touching. Is he supposed to take pride in living in your heart? After all, being remembered by a monkey is indeed a great honor.” Jima said, “Then George is doomed to be beaten like a dog, lying on the ground unable to stand again? He is a proud person; how can he bear such humiliation? I beg you, don’t bring him misfortune, okay?”
“You are not worthy of him, Eve Frostleaf. You are just a spoiled, arrogant young lady, both pretentious and proud. After living for centuries, you’ve only lived on a dog’s back, emotionally immature, and you managed to mess up something as simple as going to bed. Regardless, it’s George who gets beaten; a lower-race trying to climb too high will inevitably get hit. At most, you’ll shed a couple of tears for your so-called love. I doubt you can even lower your pride to kneel before everyone to plead for George.”
Eve Frostleaf snapped, “Enough!”
She stood up suddenly, and a cold wind whipped out from her center, causing Jima’s dark hair to dance wildly. A porcelain white vase fell from the table, shattering on the floor.
“Do you think I want this origin? I hate it.” Eve Frostleaf’s green eyes turned red, completely losing her previous lofty appearance: “I would rather my parents kick me out, saying I am unworthy of being an elf. How much happier I would be then.”
“Ha.” Jima coldly laughed with no empathy, “Look at your pristine clothes; the embroidery is indeed nice. You can’t let go of them, can you? Just like those mediocre kings sitting on thrones, crying that being a king doesn’t suit them while clutching their scepters until they end up on the guillotine.”
“Then shall I prove it to you now?” Eve Frostleaf gasped, struggling to suppress her voice: “I’ll go find George and get pregnant.”
Marriage by pregnancy is a common tactic across every world.
“Before you get pregnant, George would have already been beaten into a pulp.” Jima said, “A fake pregnancy won’t work either.”
“Do you really want me to break up with George?”
“Of course not.” Jima, who had remained serious, revealed a gentle smile: “After all, a beautiful and kind woman like you, Sister Frostleaf, deserves my husband. How could I bear to tear you apart?”
Eve Frostleaf glanced at the semi-transparent blue field of maturity, which had not changed color.
Her tone involuntarily became a bit anxious: “Do you have any good ideas?”
“Of course I do.” Jima said, “You can tell George that being his secret lover would be just fine!”
“Secret lover?”
Eve Frostleaf felt as if her dignity had been punched.
“Yes, based on seniority, you’re ranked third, colloquially known as the ‘other woman’.” Jima said, “Or do you still not want to part with your dignity?”
“I… I…” Eve Frostleaf was momentarily dazed, envisioning George getting beaten because of her. She closed her eyes, thought for a moment, then opened them and said, “I will.”
“Isn’t that good?” Jima smiled widely, opening her arms, “Other woman, welcome to our family.”
