Chapter 152 The 148th Chapter The Kindred Spirit of Jima
In a moment, Jima fell into self-doubt.
Is my identity as the Lord of Transformation chosen by the main god fake?
She thought to herself, looking at the crow feather shawl on her shoulder, the crow feathers were glossy black, the color matched her silky hair.
No, those crow feathers were all plucked from her body, one by one. Clearly, Eve Frostleaf had no feathers growing on her.
At that moment, George approached, his face serious, and asked:
“Why? I heard that there is deep enmity between high elves and dwarves, but you needn’t insult the dwarves by throwing their treasures into a dung pit.”
“That was not my intention.” Eve Frostleaf’s transparent green eyes glanced at Jima.
The Lord of Transformation should be looking for Eve Frostleaf instead.
Jima replied, “It wasn’t my intention either; it was Akanis who stole the items.”
A knowing look appeared on George’s face as he asked Eve Frostleaf, “Why did you steal?”
“Because it might help us defeat the two-headed dragon….” Eve Frostleaf repeated what she had said to Jima earlier to George.
George questioned, “What does this have to do with defeating the two-headed dragon?”
Jima hoped that the connection Eve Frostleaf mentioned sounded ridiculous. If so, she might receive a spanking as punishment, though Jima might be punished along with her.
But Jima would rather be spanked a hundred times; of course, Eve Frostleaf would have to be spanked a hundred times too.
Eve Frostleaf explained:
“It is suspected to be a mount of a dragon prince who was once an ally of us high elves, assisting us in resisting the demonic army, but unfortunately, it has been corrupted and forgotten its past. Perhaps the music from the music box can help it remember.”
Jima said:
“And then turn against us, fighting for us, burning the eternally chosen and his servants until they roll in their own filth, calling for their mothers. Great, with this purifying method, before long, the entire demonic realm will be filled with good people, and we can chop down all four gods.”
Eve Frostleaf said:
“Should I sing now?”
“Go ahead.”
Eve Frostleaf began to sing a soft, sorrowful song with her clear voice. The first half celebrated a brave dragon prince and his dragon, heroically fighting to save their homeland.
The latter half sang of his friends and family who reluctantly had to execute him, and before his execution, he had to kill his own dragon.
Jima propped her chin on her hand, using the vocal knowledge she learned from the bard Felix over the past few days to analyze Eve Frostleaf’s singing.
It was quite good and very infectious. Hmm, with a little effort, she could easily reach that height.
When Eve Frostleaf finished singing, George nodded, saying, “That was well sung, but why didn’t you tell me in advance? Did you have to instruct Jima to steal?”
“I merely took back what belongs to us high elves.” Eve Frostleaf drew an analogy: “If a group of robbers stole the sacred artifacts of a temple, regardless of who they were, would you consider it a crime?”
George shook his head:
“Even if they are robbers, I would communicate with them beforehand. I believe that to defeat the two-headed dragon, the clan leader would return the treasures to you.”
“Different.” Eve Frostleaf said: “This implies that I acknowledge the music box belongs to the dwarves; it is out of greater good and compassion that it is returned to the high elves.”
The ingrained sense of racial superiority of the silver-haired long legs at that moment.
“I finally understand the background of the matter.” George said: “But that doesn’t justify your theft.”
Eve Frostleaf corrected him: “It’s taking back.”
Jima said: “Then let’s execute the punishment; she is the main offender, I am the secondary offender.”
Eve Frostleaf slightly closed her eyes and said, “I willingly accept the punishment… even if it is of an embarrassing nature.”
Almost forgot, a spanking for the silver-haired long legs might indeed be a reward.
Jima said: “I request probation; to show my sincere repentance, Eve Frostleaf must listen to me sing ten songs alone.”
Eve Frostleaf’s long ears stood up in surprise and rebutted, “You finally realize that singing to you is a form of punishment?”
“No.” Jima said: “It’s just difficult for you to listen. After all, avant-garde music is not something everyone can appreciate with an open mind.”
“Then you’re very unlucky.” Eve Frostleaf replied: “The ratmen, humans, and dwarves you encountered on the way have been in utter pain upon hearing your voice; I personally saw a ratman covering its ears and would rather jump into a bottomless fire pit.”
Jima, however, felt even prouder, her face slightly raised: “That just shows my passionate singing frightens the ratmen.”
“Can you find a single listener who would be willing to hear you sing?”
“Yes.”
At that moment, everyone became curious; George momentarily set aside the theft issue, and the approaching Jenna asked, “What happened?”
George said, “Jima claims someone is willing to listen to her singing.”
Jima added, “And gave her a warm round of applause.”
“Really?” Jenna’s eyes widened in curiosity as she looked at Jima: “Where is he?”
“In my dream palace.” Jima said: “I can bring her over right now.”
Eve Frostleaf said: “It’s rare for you to find a kindred spirit and keep her hidden in your palace.”
“You all know her.” Jima said, clapping her hands: “Come out!”
A whirlpool of white mist appeared beside her, swirling, and a figure descended.
She was dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit, her body in development, radiating youthful beauty, with a head of red hair.
She lightly landed on the ground, her red hair fluttering; as she regained her senses, she opened her brown eyes, curiously surveying her surroundings.
Upon seeing George, her cat ears on her red hair immediately swept back, forming “airplane ears.”
Spotting Jima, her cat ears perked up, joyfully saying, “Master! You finally summoned me. What do you need?”
It was Jima’s personal maid—Lianxi.
“I held a small concert.” Jima said: “I will sing for you.”
The cat maid Lianxi’s face broke into a big smile: “Great, master’s voice is the best sound in the world.”
Eve Frostleaf looked at George, who could detect lies.
George said: “Incredible.”
The cat maid Lianxi defended her master, putting her hands on her hips:
“What’s so strange about that? My master is the most beautiful, and the songs she sings are naturally the most pleasant. Not even the sirens of the sea can compare to my master’s voice.”
Eve Frostleaf instantly felt that the cat maid before her had hidden intentions. Sirens are terrifying creatures that lure sailors to jump into the sea with their songs.
Using this to imply that Jima’s singing could make ratmen choose to jump into a bottomless fire pit was just too fitting.
Jima cleared her throat: “I’ll start singing now. Just in time, the song that Frostleaf sang inspired me, and I want to sing a song about an artist who takes pride in their uniqueness.”
Although the term “taking pride in one’s uniqueness” sounded quite odd, it could be roughly understood from its literal meaning.
Her confidence inspired admiration from everyone.
Jenna said: “Lets put aside our biases; Jima has really been learning well from the bard lately.”
After saying that, she gave Jima an encouraging smile.
George said: “Sing.”
Jima opened her mouth and improvised:
“Auntie yah yah yah~♪”
As soon as she started, George already regretted it.
The high elf Eve Frostleaf, typically focused on surface etiquette, wondered whether she should rudely cover her ears.
Jenna’s smile became rigid.
Not far away, the bard Felix, standing guard with the butcher Gaitrek, covered his ears and said with a weary face:
“Listening to her sing gives me nightmares every night.”
“Hmph.” Butcher Gaitrek grunted: “No wonder you took the initiative to come over and stand guard with me, such a weak human brat.”
At this moment, a long, changing melody began.
The bard Felix fell into a trance, seemingly seeing a pair of large hands choking an old witch. The old witch, battered and bruised, filled with hatred for the world, was desperately trying to make a sound.
He suddenly felt short of breath.
Butcher Gaitrek scoffed: “Weak.”
The singing became low, as if the old witch was choking, spewing out words of vicious curses.
Butcher Gaitrek took out a sharpening stone, vigorously grinding his axe blade, producing a series of piercing sounds that temporarily drowned out Jima’s singing.
At this moment, the bard Felix felt the grinding stone sounded so melodious that he patted his chest, breathing finally became smooth.
On the other side.
Jima became increasingly joyful in her singing; she suddenly started dancing, swaying her body along with the song, lightly leaping up, her wings flapping gracefully, while her tail swayed like waves.
Her dance was enchanting, and her body coordination was impressive. She proudly showcased strength and beauty to everyone.
But no matter how charming her dance was, her singing was equally intolerable.
In a daze, George thought of sawing wood, of prisoners on the torture rack of a cult, and of the sound of ghouls gnawing on bones in a graveyard.
Even the high elf Eve Frostleaf, who was the most particular about etiquette, covered her ears.
The cat maid Lianxi stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Jima, who occasionally leaped into the air.
Two and a half long minutes passed, and Jima lightly landed, her toes barely touching the ground as she stopped singing and gracefully bowed to the crowd.
Eve Frostleaf felt that those two and a half minutes felt longer than her own age; she looked at George, who wore a face of relief for having survived.
“Clap clap clap.”
A round of applause broke the silence.
Everyone saw the cat maid Lianxi, her eyes red with excitement, tears shimmering at the corners of her eyes, a drop sliding down her chubby cheeks. She clapped her hands vigorously until they turned red.
“Beautiful, so beautiful. Master is simply, simply…” Lianxi stammered: “A perfect combination of dance and melody. All the bards together cannot compare to you, master, you’re simply great.”
After saying that, Lianxi wiped her tears and continued: “To see my master’s dance and singing is truly the greatest luck of my life.”
Jenna and Frostleaf unconsciously looked at George.
For the first time, George doubted his extraordinary ability as he said: “No lies, all from the heart.”
All three turned to look at cat maid Lianxi.
Jenna felt deeply sympathetic and planned to give the cat maid Lianxi a free and comprehensive treatment.
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