Chapter 158 Chapter 154 Sickly Sweet
After thinking it over, Jima descended, reported the situation, and immediately went to sleep.
Luck was on her side; she saw Veilin’s dream within her own dreams.
To express her sincerity, Jima directly expended a vast amount of magical power to traverse most of a continent and entered Veilin’s dream.
Upon entering her dream, she was met with a scene filled with flames. Not far away stood a forest of dead trees in the snowy ground, engulfed in a raging fire. At the center was a bonfire, where two black figures tightly embraced each other, like lovers committed to love even in death.
Beneath the lovers in the flames lay a pile of firewood. The flames were not ordinary; they were as red as blood and resembled a setting sun. The intensity of the fire was fierce yet pure, without a hint of smoke, creating an oddly romantic atmosphere.
This dream must symbolize a love that the world cannot accept, Jima thought.
Her gaze fell on Veilin, surrounded by the flames, wearing an elaborate black gothic dress. The layers of fabric piled upon one another accentuated her slender waist rather than making her appear bulky; instead, it highlighted her delicate and graceful figure.
The firelight illuminated Veilin’s exquisite face, casting a golden-red glow, while her silken, smooth silver hair reflected the flames.
Veilin gazed intently at the lovers in the fire, tightly embracing Akhanis beside her. Both remained motionless, like a pair of dolls.
She was so entranced that even when Jima lightly landed ten meters behind her, she did not react at all.
Jima politely coughed: “Ahem.”
Veilin’s indifferent face turned towards her, and upon seeing Jima, she immediately clenched her teeth. Her delicate features transformed into a deadpan expression, fangs elongated, claws sprung forth, and she had already entered a combat state.
In an instant, her elegant Barbie-doll appearance morphed into that of a savage beast.
“Hey! I’m Jima!”
Before she could finish her sentence, Veilin lunged at her like a shadow. Jima flapped her wings to rise just in time to dodge the bone claws, but her calf stung painfully. This was the result of her using her “Twisted Dream” ability to quickly evade.
Just after ascending, she saw Veilin vanish from the ground.
The noise of a chaotic swarm of bats came from behind her.
Without a second thought, Jima activated “Doll Avatar,” and a poorly crafted puppet appeared, quickly transforming into ten neatly severed pieces.
Jima soared higher and called out, “Veilin, I’m here to ask you to keep your promise.”
What answered her was a blood spear that grazed past her face. Veilin’s eyes seemed filled with blood.
“Alright, I’ll directly undo the lies and tell Akhanis the truth.”
Veilin landed, her small feet in black leather shoes making a crunching sound on the ground. All her sharp teeth and claws vanished, reverting to her delicate doll-like form.
Jima glanced at the “Akhanis” on the ground, a figment from Veilin’s dream. She had purposely changed her landing point to be next to Veilin, who was positioned directly in front of “Akhanis.”
If Veilin were any taller, Jima wouldn’t have been able to see Akhanis.
Veilin spoke, “Did you lay a hand on my Akhanis? Why do you seem so guilty?”
“No, I’m just concerned about my safety. Only a lunatic would attack a friend upon meeting, especially one that you desire,” Jima replied. “You must be extra cautious around lunatics.”
“If it weren’t for Akhanis, that day I would have had no hesitation in breaking your delicate neck.”
At this moment, a sharp pain shot through her calf, causing Jima to retort unhappily, “It seems that after living for so long, you haven’t grown an ounce in your mental capacity. My patience is limited; if you continue like this, Akhanis might be shocked tomorrow or the day after to discover that his companion is actually a vampire, and she has known everything all along.
“He will be baffled, wondering why he was so foolish not to notice sooner. At the same time, he will deceive you to buy himself an opportunity to escape, all because of your jealousy, driving away an ally who stood by your side.”
Veilin’s gaze briefly lingered on Jima’s thighs clad in tight pants and then on her veiled face.
Look around; the romantic flames surrounded them. Such beauty and memory should belong to her alone, yet this woman was not only claiming the fire of Shalin City but also wanted to intrude on this.
Veilin suppressed her anger: “You win, succubus. As long as you don’t meet with Akhanis again in the future.”
“My lie isn’t omnipotent,” Jima replied. “Anyone would be able to sense that something is off.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m not your subordinate,” Jima said. “This is something for you to consider, little girl.”
The dream trembled, and Jima could feel the oppressive force radiating from Veilin.
Jima flapped her wings, preparing to leave, saying, “I invite you to my dream palace. If you don’t want to come, it might be better for you to calm down and think it over.”
With that, Jima vanished from the dream, and the air was scratched by a claw mark where she once was.
Back in the dream palace.
After tending to the wound on her calf.
Jima reclined on a soft couch, and a silver plate carrying her favorite dry-fried pistachios floated over. The pistachios peeled open on their own, and the green kernels fell into her mouth.
As the kernels touched her tongue, a salty flavor spread across her palate. With another shake, a crunching sound echoed as her teeth chewed, the fragments of the kernels released a salty taste that enveloped her mouth.
The shells fell to the side and formed a small pile, waiting for Jima to tire of them.
Veilin had yet to accept her invitation.
But Jima was not in a hurry.
She believed that Veilin, with her stubborn and willful nature, would weigh the pros and cons and come to her obediently.
Even if she didn’t come, it didn’t matter; she had done her best.
Veilin was certainly not George, who could reason with her. When emotions ran high, being in her dream was merely about playing a game of being pursued by a sickly lover. It was better to leave her be and let her cool down.
Although Veilin was older than the empire’s history, her personality was such that Jima found it unsurprising.
She had seen too many strong individuals who, to put it nicely, had never faced setbacks and had not forgotten their original intent.
To put it harshly, they had a child’s mental age, were immature, and lacked rationality.
But she was not too surprised.
After all, many strong beings were able to solve problems solely through their power, having experienced little in the way of hardship. If a child possessed the strength of a dragon, their carefree childhood could very likely extend to a long life without worry.
Thus, Jima was not overly troubled.
Instead, she pondered another question: how to relieve her own desires. The succubus’s vigorous desires and needs were itching at her heart.
Should she use her dark influence to pursue her friend’s wife and bring Veilin under her control…
The moment that thought arose, Jima extinguished it.
Although Veilin had a flat figure, which Jima disliked, her face, her beautiful hair, her figure, her clothes, and her overall demeanor compensated for that minor flaw.
However, Jima wasn’t foolish enough to engage in love with a sickly sweet person, especially one who was powerful enough to shred her to pieces upon close contact.
Jima had seen many powerful beings whose mental age did not match their physical age, and even more who were old in mind yet believed they could control or exploit the weaknesses of the strong. Those weak individuals usually met tragic ends.
The exploded heads still reminded Jima that, ultimately, power was the most important thing.
After all, a weakness in a frail individual could lead to their demise.
Just as Jima was contemplating whether to engage in a dual jogging session with her confidante, Lianshi, or use cold toys to alleviate her inherent desires.
Veilin, dressed in a slightly worn gothic dress, appeared before the table. Her small face was cold until she caught sight of a cup of blood before her.
“I am fortunate to have arrived at your palace,” Veilin said politely, “but I have already eaten.”
“For the snacks I prepared with care,” Jima smiled and said. “Just have a sip.”
In the clear glass cup, the blood looked particularly red, tempting Veilin. She picked up the glass, took a sip, then another, and finally finished it all.
“Your culinary skills are excellent.”
“I know you prefer blood mixed with strawberry juice and salt,” Jima said. “Making my blood remain liquid is quite a challenge.”
“Your blood?” Veilin asked. “Pure, without the stench of impurity.”
Because it was taken from Lianshi.
“A trivial skill.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“At the right time, keep resting until I summon you for battle,” Jima said. “I’ve already thought of an excuse for Akhanis; you just need to repeat it to him.”
“Alright,” Veilin said, “but if I am to die, I will escape and abandon you. Please forgive me; I do not wish to be away from my husband for too long.”
Even for Veilin, it would take some time to resurrect after death.
“Of course,” Jima said. “This battle is very important to me. If you die, I will gather everyone I can.”
She hinted that she would bring Akhanis along.
This sparked a sense of urgency in Veilin, and she resolved to give it her all.
“Who is the enemy?”
“Everlasting Chosen Marus,” Jima said, “and his troops.”
Veilin’s expression remained unchanged as she nodded: “Hmm.”
“And an ancient dragon.”
Veilin continued to nod.
“And one more, a companion of the Everlasting Chosen.” Jima said: “The Blood Dragon Knight Duncan, have you heard of him?”
Veilin’s expression changed as she said, “I cannot fight.”
“Why not?”
“If I fight him, I will die,” Veilin stood up and said. “A very gruesome death, and I will be away from Akhanis for a long time.”
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Still missing five updates. Lanlan, oh Lanlan, you should be ashamed; you can’t stay in despair any longer.
