Chapter 31: What is Kind Neutrality
Eve Frostleaf hurried all day just to catch up with the succubus Jima, but no matter how long her legs were, they couldn’t fly as fast as a pair of wings. She lost track of her, but fortunately, she encountered a kind “guide.” For this, Eve Frostleaf had to thank the other party properly.
So, she shot two ethereal blue arrows.
The demon warriors immediately raised their steel tower shields and formed a shield wall in the direction the arrows came from.
Clang clang clang!
The ethereal blue arrows pierced into the tower shields with a horrifying metallic deformation sound. One arrowhead penetrated the steel shield, striking against a helmet, creating a shower of sparks.
Luckily, he was wearing a helmet.
“This is a trap!”
“Six o’clock direction.”
The demon warriors, well-trained, reacted quickly after a few seconds of being ambushed and raised their shields to protect themselves.
However, they soon found the shields becoming heavy. Starting from the arrows, blue hard ice rapidly spread over the surfaces of the shields, forming a several centimeters thick layer of ice that froze the shields into the ground, binding their feet.
“Elemental arrows!”
They grabbed axes and began to chop at the ice.
At that moment, from the darkness of the coniferous forest, several arrows were shot successively, each closer and higher than the last, piercing through the immobilized demon heads from the observation windows of their helmets.
The nearby Noskar wielders stared in horror at the fallen demon warrior.
Just then, Eve Frostleaf leapt out from the darkness on the branches, taking large strides as she gracefully jumped from one tree to another, getting closer step by step. In a brief moment of suspended movement, she drew her bow and shot an arrow, and as the thumb with a ring released, one frozen demon warrior fell.
A rain of spears was thrown towards the approaching silver-haired elf. Her tall figure glided through the air like a butterfly, as a sudden gust of wind lifted her up sharply; she executed a front flip in mid-air, dodging the spear rain and soaring over the heads of the demon warriors.
Eve Frostleaf turned half a circle in the air, her sweat-drenched silver hair flying behind her. Facing the ground, she spotted the entrance to Jima’s dream palace in the muddy hole below. With her fully drawn bow, an arrow ignited with flames, and with a release, it shot downward.
Of course, it wasn’t aimed at the entrance to the dream palace, but rather nearby, primarily to remind Jima that a battle was currently happening outside.
The arrow struck the ground and exploded with a bang. Flames roared outward, sending gusts of air that lifted Eve Frostleaf’s silver ponytail as she emerged from the fire unscathed and immaculate. The branches swayed in the shockwave, and Eve Frostleaf gently landed atop a tree. She turned her head to take a look.
The muddy hole had collapsed, and the Noskar people were thrown all about by the shockwave, yet the demon warriors were merely covered in more dust.
Risking detection, she approached to warn Jima, who should be coming out soon. With so many people below, if Eve Frostleaf wanted to kill them, it would take a lot of effort.
The dream palace was trembling.
But Jima’s mind was also shaking; her face covered, hands pressed against the ground, she raised her head and howled happily like a wolf.
The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling swayed.
Such a commotion only made George stop and ask, “What happened?”
Jima replied, “I must have accidentally caused an earthquake in the dream palace.”
“I sense something’s off.”
Jima grumbled, “Hurry up! Are you finding excuses because you’re feeling guilty?”
Before she finished speaking, there was a “crack.”
George proved he still had the energy and ability to keep playing.
The three continued to have fun.
Meanwhile,
Eve Frostleaf was running with long strides over the fallen leaves, pursued by a group of pursuers and a pack of demonized war hounds. They couldn’t catch up to her, but Eve Frostleaf dared not run too far—she could only circle around, occasionally flying up to shoot at the pursuers.
As Jima sweated profusely, lifting her chin and splattering droplets of sweat from her chin,
Eve Frostleaf, like a melting piece of ice, raised her hand to draw her bow, sweat flying from her fingertips as her arrow pierced the eye of an incoming demonized war hound.
As Jima lazily lounged on a recliner, watching a duel beside her while sipping diluted saline from a pottery jar to replenish fluids, she rested a moment.
Eve Frostleaf was grappling with a demonized war hound, her twin blades plunged into a massive jaw that could bite off her head and chest, blood splattering as her arm muscles strained to kill the creature. The war hound growled fiercely, twisting its body to try and bite off Eve Frostleaf.
Just as Jima embraced George, whispering in his ear, “George, I want to have your child,” the next moment, she trembled, hot holy water surging in…
Meanwhile, a disheveled Eve Frostleaf watched the fleeing enemies. Her straight back finally relaxed as she let out a sigh of relief. The once collapsing enemies suddenly had blood shining in their eyes, frothing at the mouth, shouting something about “blood offerings to the blood god,” and charged back at her without fear of death.
When Jima rested her head on George’s arm, leaning on his shoulder, closing her eyes in fatigue,
Blood-soaked Eve Frostleaf was stabbing her sword into the chest of a feigning enemy. The foe coughed up blood that splattered onto her shins, staining her silver hair red. However, Eve Frostleaf did not mind; her silver hair was already a mix of black and red, dirtied long ago.
This battle lasted three to four hours. There was a lengthy and harrowing ceasefire period, with both sides on high alert.
Eve Frostleaf was worried Jima might be in trouble, not daring to wander far, while the Noskar people and demon warriors felt that this high-level elf had gone insane, wanting to kill them all, so they did not dare move for fear of exposing any flaws.
Eve Frostleaf had used up fifteen quivers full of arrows, trying to conserve magic for unexpected situations. She had to put up with herself, neglecting her cleanliness, relying solely on brute strength to take down her enemies.
After confirming there were no remaining heartbeats with her ears, Eve Frostleaf quickly approached the collapsed muddy hole. She initially wanted to conserve magic and dig it out with her hands and tools, but as that was too slow, she used magic to part the soil, revealing the dream palace entrance shaped like a typhoon’s eye.
It remained quiet.
Eve Frostleaf began to get angry; she looked down at her originally silver-white skirt armor, now dirty with silver scales.
Her anger grew.
This was still not enough to remind Jima; she must be engaged in something pleasurable. Yet here she was, circling around a bunch of Noskar people and demons, fighting all night for her safety!
She clenched her fist, flames of the elements erupting, wanting to give the dream palace entrance a fiery punch.
But as she raised her fist, she realized it was her own issue.
Clearly, Jima was kindly doing things for her, even enduring a rain of arrows from her homeland’s guards and getting hurt. Yet she still held onto old grievances, failing to communicate positively with her, leading to their rift.
What was the difference between herself and a narrow-minded, vengeful dwarf?
She should be apologizing to Jima instead.
Eve Frostleaf’s fist dropped, and fatigue surged through her legs. She thought, she was already so tired, and Jima seemed a bit more delicate than herself; perhaps flying all day made her even more exhausted. Now, she was sleeping soundly inside.
Thus, Eve Frostleaf carefully replaced the mud covering the hole with scorched fallen leaves.
Using elemental magic, she built a small earthen toilet and an ice bathtub, washing away all the blood. She poured her silver hair and bathing water into a trash hole, struggling for an hour before transforming back into the immaculate fairy she was.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided to compromise with her humble environment. After spending another half hour cleaning up the bathing traces and drinking a bottle of blue potion, she knelt on a clean piece of fabric, bowed her head, and closed her eyes to enter meditation and rest.
