Chapter Four: The Conclusion
The wedding took place in a small chapel next to the town of Wheat. The scale of the wedding was incredibly small, including a child responsible for carrying the flower basket, and a mere ten guests were invited. Almost no relatives came from afar. George had left on horseback after silently observing his father’s funeral from a distance, and he had not contacted his family since. Jenna’s parents and her siblings had all passed away. Jima had long lost any feelings for her blood relatives, let alone that they were all on Earth.
The only surprise was that Eve Frostleaf’s father, the Guardian Ousuan, actually showed up, armed with the Flame Sword, clad in dragon armor, and wearing a phoenix-winged helmet, fully equipped.
When Eve Frostleaf saw her father approaching, the icy expression on her face cracked slightly. Her gaze fell upon the instigator Jima, who shrugged and said, “There’s nothing I can do; I owe your father a favor.”
But Eve Frostleaf’s keen eyes, as sharp as knives, locked onto her “good” sister’s tail, which was happily swaying. With more schemes than cheese, Eve Frostleaf immediately deduced that Jima was mostly looking to stir things up.
George was about to greet his father-in-law—Guardian Ousuan, who had lived longer than the history of George’s family. But Eve Frostleaf yanked George’s arm, stepping forward boldly, her strides quickening as she reached her biological father first.
The father and daughter exchanged glances, with only Jima smiling.
Guardian Ousuan sighed, embraced his daughter, and softly apologized for not being able to give her a legitimate status. He also indicated that George had seen him multiple times. Though he came from a rough background with flaws inherent to his race, he still felt reassured that his daughter was marrying George.
It turned out that George had met with Guardian Ousuan earlier. What a pity. I wonder if George was armed and had crossed the vast ocean, breaking my turbulent record?
Jima’s tail dropped to the ground in boredom.
She couldn’t help but wonder what George had been up to all these years.
But then she recalled George’s promise—he had promised to marry Eve Frostleaf publicly. Even though Eve Frostleaf seemed to prefer being a lover, she realized that every time George made such a promise, Eve Frostleaf never opposed it, remaining silent with an ambiguous attitude.
George had always been a man of his word.
Although Guardian Ousuan had a foul look on his face, it grew darker when he saw Jima, Eve Frostleaf, and Jenna all appear in wedding gowns, as if he might chop someone at any moment.
Four hands clasped together in front of the dawn deity’s emblem, as the flower girl scattered petals. Afterward, George expressed his gratitude to the witnessing guests in turn. After thanking Guardian Ousuan, the Guardian stood up and walked out of the chapel, his figure disappearing in the brilliant sunlight.
“Thank you to my teacher, Gregory…”
Jima’s tail bristled, a chill running down her spine as her eyes darted quickly. Following George’s gaze, she fixed on a tattered golden-edged red robe, adorned with silk ribbons embroidered with golden letters.
Jima suddenly remembered Gregory’s face. Lean and angular, with a goatee, his eyes sparkled with the light of wisdom, able to see through her disguise.
I still remember him. Jima tightened her grip on George’s hand and smiled, “I remember quite clearly.”
He was indeed very wise; I was just too young and impetuous back then.
George lamented, “If only he were alive to witness the wedding. I’ve always wanted to ask him for proof of something; he felt like a father to me.”
Though he often wanted to burn—
Jima’s smile grew more charming: “But I believe that if he were alive today, he would surely bless us.”
“Yes, Jima.” George tightened his grip on Jima’s hand, “From now on, we must be happy.”
After the kiss, this brief wedding came to an end.
The guests left with the flower girls, giving them “private space.”
Jima stretched lazily and sat down, as the split white wedding gown slid over her thighs, revealing lace white silk. She tilted her head, propping her chin in her hand, admiring the two brides.
“Everyone looks so beautiful in wedding gowns and white silk,” Jima said, clapping her gloved hands together. “How about we have our wedding night right here?”
George immediately rejected, “This isn’t appropriate.”
To his surprise, Jenna replied, “Sure.”
Jenna clasped her hands together, looking like a blissful bride, her cheeks slightly flushed: “I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”
Eve Frostleaf still remained silent, gently pulling aside her semi-transparent gown to reveal long legs wrapped in silk. The subtle hint caused Jima’s tail to perk up.
The air was infused with the scent of peach blossoms.
Tsk, tsk—no man could withstand such a spectacle.
“But,” George said, “let’s go to a suitable place for suitable activities.”
Jima jumped off the table, grabbing George’s hand, “Darling, I’ve already planned this out. In the small grove behind the church, I set up a big soft bed, and there’s plenty of food and drink to enjoy our wedding night.”
George didn’t hesitate any longer, replying, “Okay.”
He followed the three women to the small grove behind the church, where they entered a prearranged serene and secluded space. Indeed, there was a soft bed, and a red-haired cat-eared maid named Liansi, wearing a maid outfit, bowed to Jima, saying, “Mistress, everything is ready.”
No need for foreplay. Jima said, “Let’s have something exciting, shall we, my dear sisters?”
Saint Jenna’s face turned even redder from excitement: “Okay.”
Eve Frostleaf nodded in agreement.
“George, let’s undress together.”
“I would prefer to take off your wedding gowns myself.”
“In the past, we were always the ones on top, with you on the bottom, and you were usually the one taking the initiative.” Jima said, “This time we’ve agreed to give you something exciting, and we’ll take the initiative. Little Liansi, the ropes.”
Liansi brought over the ropes on a plate; Jima grabbed the ropes and tugged forcefully, saying, “Even you, George, would find it quite difficult to break free from these ropes. Want to try?”
As Jima had anticipated, male arousal effectively dulled intelligence, and even George was no exception. He stripped down to his underwear, while the three women worked together to tie his limbs to the soft bed.
Jima tried each knot and said, “Frostleaf, why did you tie a slipknot?”
As she spoke, she undid the slipknot and tied a solid knot instead.
Eve Frostleaf said nothing. Jima could tell from the tip of her tail that she was likely hoping for a reversal, to be captured and treated roughly.
“Alright, sisters, tightly bound,” Jima took a handful of green grass and placed it on George’s head: “Goodbye, George.”
“You?”
“Oh, it’s simple; you’re going to play.” Jima wrapped her arms around Jenna’s waist, who blushed and found it very stimulating. “Marrying three wives and expecting us to be proactive? Dream on.”
Jenna said, “George, I’m sorry, but… I’m really a bit unhappy.”
“Goodbye, your new bride is coming with me.”
Jima intentionally wrapped her arms around Jenna and Eve Frostleaf’s waists and turned to leave.
Little Liansi led three white horses over; the three brides mounted their horses and rode away in different directions, disappearing at the crossroads while George wore a bitter expression.
George took a few deep breaths—mostly out of anger at Jima. He shook his head, shedding the grass from his head. He wondered whether Jima’s motives for doing this stemmed from her inner pride or jealousy. He hoped it was the latter.
But in any case, her pride needed to be reined in.
At the same time, he reflected on himself and felt that sometimes he treated his childhood friend and Eve Frostleaf as mere tools for release. He was too proud, insisting on holding a wedding attended by everyone…
Not until the sun began to set did George finally struggle free from the ropes. He donned the groom’s clothes and left the small chapel, all alone. He turned back and glanced at the church where the wedding had taken place; the setting sun stretched his shadow long, thin, and solitary.
Despite his reflection, the well-planned wedding had ended up like this, with the girls all leaving him. George couldn’t help but feel an emptiness within, letting out a deep sigh.
George summoned his celestial warhorse, which remained loyal, carrying him as it spread its wings and flew toward the White City. In the outskirts, he dismounted, leading his horse, walking shoulder to shoulder with the crowd toward the White City.
Now, he felt he had nearly nothing left. People discussed Saint George resigning from his position as Pope, speculating on the struggles within the upper echelons of the church. Yet on the road, no one recognized him as the renowned Saint George.
As George entered the city gates, there were many people around, but he felt very lonely.
As he entered the city, a melodious feminine voice rang out, “Hey! The groom over there.”
George’s gaze pierced through the false disguises, spotting Jima in a wedding dress, holding a bouquet, with an orange cat on her head, leaning against the city wall. Wearing a wedding ring on her ring finger, her smile in the sunlight was radiant as she opened her arms: “Darling, it’s been so long? I’ve been waiting so long the flowers are almost wilting.”
They embraced each other; George lifted Jima, who wrapped her arms around his neck, her laughter ringing clear.
The next morning.
After some dressing up, Jima and George disguised themselves as traveling spouses. George carried the holy sword while Jima donned a linen cloak. They rode their travel horse side by side beside the rolling wheat fields outside the town, riding toward the horizon.
The morning breeze swept by, and the waves of wheat rolled one after another. In the midst of this, the couple disappeared on the horizon.
From then on, no one in the area ever saw the brave Saint George and the eternally chosen Jima again.
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The end of this book.
In the next book, I’ll update some extras tomorrow. The content will roughly be about the couple going incognito while wandering the world and encountering various situations (yes, pretending to be weak while actually hiding their strength) in preparation for the new book coming out.
The outline for the new book is as follows: a single Western fantasy, with the first volume sprinkling some elements of female ambition (referenced from this book). The worldview is dark, with higher elemental affinity stable through bloodlines, and humans are valued based on their elemental affinity. Those with low affinity, particularly males, are castrated to prevent inferior bloodlines from contaminating humanity. Elves are the superior race, naturally possessing high elemental affinity, and human nobles take pride in speaking the elven language.
As for our protagonist, coming from a lower-class background, opens their eyes and wonders, “Hey, how did I become an elven princess?”
And that’s it.
