Chapter 6 Happy Birthday
With her stomach half full, Jima handed over the heavy responsibility of cleaning up the leftovers on the table to Li Anxi and grabbed some roasted nuts as she followed behind George, munching away.
Sitting on the Nimbus, the two quickly arrived outside the palace.
However, George said, “Let’s go back to the real world together.”
“Isn’t it fine to say it here? You still have to dream later to come to my dream palace.”
At that moment, Jima, who had been chewing on roasted nuts, suddenly remembered Gregory’s will. This cardinal, even after death, continued to trouble her.
Her heart grew anxious as she looked at George’s handsome face and his blue eyes, hoping to find some sign.
His expression remained calm, his gaze focused.
After all, he was capable of drinking Jenna’s soup without batting an eye.
George said, “You have to talk about it in reality.”
“Fine, if you insist.”
Jima clapped her hands, and George left the dream palace. The next moment, her figure faded in the air until she disappeared.
Ten minutes later, the two met outside White City.
George said, “Come with me.”
Jima gazed around and saw a cemetery made of pure white marble in the direction George was heading, with a church built in the middle. The cemetery was situated on a hillside, basking in sunlight, unlike any ordinary cemetery’s eerie atmosphere.
It must be a cemetery similar to a martyr’s memorial, where Gregory might be buried. Is he taking me to Gregory’s grave to say goodbye?
Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, Jima’s vision blurred. She wiped her eyes, which felt moist.
Why does it have to be a breakup at this moment? Tonight is the first four-way battle; whether it’s Jenna or Silver Leg, I haven’t had enough fun yet.
Thinking of this, Jima quickly wiped her tears and continued to follow George.
Just as she was lost in self-pity, George stopped. He picked up a copper whistle and blew it forcefully. Before long, a strong, silvery pegasus flew in from above the forest. It folded its wings and galloped across the ground for several dozen meters before stopping in front of George.
The pegasus glanced at George, who was wearing plain linen clothing, and then raised its head.
George raised his hand, grasped the reins, and pulled down sharply. The pegasus, with its sturdy neck muscles tensed, had no choice but to obediently lower its head.
George turned around and handed the reins and the copper whistle to Jima, saying, “Your birthday gift.”
Birthday? Is today my birthday?
“Ah?” Jima’s voice trembled; her golden eyes were red, and tears had dampened her cheeks.
George looked surprised. “What’s wrong with you?”
Jima quickly wiped her tears off her face and, almost in a rush, snatched the copper whistle and reins from George’s hands, blinking her reddened eyes, and said, “I’m just too excited.”
After saying that, another tear rolled down her face.
George reached out, cupping her small face with his hand, his thumb smoothing away her tears.
Jima could feel George’s deep affection through her nose.
“This pegasus was originally yours,” George said. “But you secretly took the Demon King’s extraordinary material.”
Jima smiled sheepishly, “There’s nothing to be done; after all, the Demon King’s extraordinary material and I are quite compatible. The church didn’t make it difficult for you, right?”
“It did.”
“Ahaha, this pegasus is really beautiful, isn’t it?” Jima’s gaze landed on the muscular pegasus.
The silvery coat of the pegasus was smooth and shiny, and its muscular lines were captivating.
What a great horse—worthy of my royal status and unparalleled beauty.
She asked, “How did you get the pegasus?”
“King Richard the Lionheart awarded it publicly.”
“Will the knights accept it?”
“I defeated twelve of them in single combat.”
“He should have rewarded you privately.”
“No, that wouldn’t be fair,” George said. “People would not be convinced.”
Jima stared at the pegasus, unable to take her eyes off it. Ah, that coat, those muscles, that chest, that magnificent stature.
All the cars she had seen in her past life on Earth paled in comparison to this silver pegasus.
She could hardly believe it and asked, “So this pegasus is mine from now on?”
“Yes.”
After a moment of joy, Jima started to feel troubled again.
Although this silver pegasus is far superior to any car, it is still a living creature that requires careful care. Someone must be there to feed it, groom its coat, and provide a place for it to stay. It also produces waste, requiring someone to clean up after it.
The silver pegasus can’t even enter the dream palace. Thinking of this, she found it quite troublesome.
“George.” Jima reluctantly opened her little hands, with the reins and copper whistle lying in her palms. “This is a great gift; I really want to ride the pegasus into battle.”
“But it’s not suitable for me. I’m used to freedom and can’t always take it with me. You need it more than a celestial war horse that can only run on land.”
George stated, “For now, I’ll keep it at the okra ranch under the church’s management, where a professional team will take care of it. If there’s a long expedition, the okra ranch will send professionals to accompany it.”
How thoughtful.
Jima then realized that with George’s status in the church, many people could take care of his pegasus.
With the biggest problem resolved, Jima quickly withdrew her hands, afraid George would change his mind.
The reins were suddenly yanked, and Jima turned to see the silver pegasus looking down at her with its head held high.
“It must have picked up some bad habits from Lord Knight Bartol.”
Jima blinked, her enchanting power drifting into the pegasus’s eyes, pouring into its heart.
The silver pegasus lowered its head and rubbed against Jima.
“Such a good child.” Jima reached out and patted its neck.
“Jima, do you want to ride for a while?”
This kid wants to ride me.
“Of course, but I’ve never ridden a pegasus before. Can you teach me…?” Jima said this and couldn’t help but laugh, “Can you teach me?”
George said, “I’d really like to know what was so funny just now.”
“You should praise the girl for looking beautiful when she laughs,” Jima teased, “if you want to get close to me.”
“I have always let my actions speak.”
As his words fell, George leaned in closer. Jima felt a tightness in her lower back as she pressed against him, and then he kissed her boldly, without a hint of embarrassment.
Jima could feel his restless hand wandering up and down her lower back, even squeezing her butt.
Now it was Jima’s turn to tighten her legs.
It felt as if she belonged to him.
As Jima thought this, she tilted her head, and George began to kiss her face. That hand went up, grasping one of her horns and adjusting it.
Jima found it hard to control herself. She opened her mouth, her tongue tangling together with his. As she leaned in, she could taste barbecue lamb and cumin. It seemed George loved the food she cooked.
She was lost in the moment, gasping, and inadvertently lost track of time until they finally separated.
“You ambushed me,” Jima said, with her slightly swollen lips, accusing him: “You touched my butt while I had both hands on the reins. You’re only slightly worse in looks than the vast ocean.”
“How wide is your measure of beauty?”
“The whole world.”
George laughed and released Jima.
Once his hand left her lower back, Jima realized her legs were weak. She swayed slightly but regained her balance.
George directly picked her up with both arms, easily placing Jima on the pegasus’s back.
“I can get on the horse myself.” Jima was wearing a skirt and could only sit sideways on the pegasus.
George got on, his broad chest enveloping Jima from behind.
Jima asked, “Are you steady? I’m going to drive now.”
With that, Jima pulled on the reins with force, and the pegasus took off running powerfully. The roughness of the ride, combined with the saddle not being made for side sitting, made Jima’s body wobble a bit. George quickly wrapped one arm around her waist to steady her, and Jima’s heart raced.
The silver pegasus flapped its wings hard, a sense of weightlessness hitting her as they soared into the sky.
Looking down at the rapidly receding ground and forest below, the wind whipped toward them.
Jima suddenly felt dizzy and a twinge of pain in her chest. She gasped and let go of the reins, grasping the pegasus’s neck.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid of heights!” Jima exclaimed, feeling her back sprout wings, trying to flap away.
But two strong hands pulled her away from the pegasus’s neck, tightly holding her close. Jima clung to George’s sturdy wrist, her small face pale with fear, her eyes fixed downward, unable to stop herself from asking, “What if we fall?”
“Don’t be afraid,” George said, holding her even tighter. He didn’t question Jima, a flying succubus, about her fear of heights. Instead, he asked, “Are you feeling better?”
“A bit better.” Jima gasped; her chest didn’t hurt as much now. “Are you very curious why I can fly but am afraid of heights?”
“It must have a reason.”
“Right,” Jima replied. “I realized that as long as I’m uncontrolled at a high altitude, I fear heights. For example, I’m not familiar with this pegasus and can’t control it freely, so I feel very scared when riding it.”
As she spoke, Jima’s wings couldn’t help but flap.
“Don’t look down,” George said, tilting Jima’s chin up. “Look forward.”
Under the bright sunlight, the lush green forest rushed toward them below.
Jima’s pale face gradually regained color. She said, “The scenery is beautiful.”
“Yes,” George replied, leaning close to her ear. “It really is beautiful.”
Leaning against his chest, Jima truly no longer felt afraid.
After flying for over forty minutes, the pegasus slowly descended into an unknown forest.
George dismounted first, and Jima said, “Carry me down.”
So, George carried Jima horizontally. Jima wrapped her arms around his neck, nibbling at him from neck to face, her eyes slowly losing focus…
In the dream palace.
Only Eve Frostleaf, Jenna, and the diligent Li Anxi were left.
Contrary to Jima’s expectations, Eve Frostleaf and Jenna were chatting pleasantly with each other.
Even more surprising to Jima was that Eve Frostleaf, through her side glances and observing Jenna’s tone, began to doubt whether Jima was using a mere feather as a command.
In Jima’s imagination, the aloof Eve Frostleaf would never openly discuss such embarrassing matters with others. But she forgot that the passion for palace intrigue was etched in Eve Frostleaf’s blood.
“What? Jima actually did something very… embarrassing to you.”
“She said if I didn’t agree, you and she would bully me together.”
“How could that be? I thought you were shy, and she would convince you. How could such a thing—”
“Forget it,” Eve Frostleaf said. “We can surprise her.”
