Chapter 22 Compromise
Jima joyfully flew in the sky, darting around as the undead army’s air force appeared no different from a bunch of clumsy fools in front of her.
The sounds of gunfire and cries from straight branches became the background music.
George stared directly at the electoral vampire, indicating that he would never back down.
The electoral vampire’s red eyes were extremely terrifying.
In the chaotic and noisy battlefield, this particular spot and moment were exceptionally quiet.
“I want to drain your blood!” A midnight noble rushed over.
“Wait!”
The electoral vampire raised his hand and said, “What are your terms?”
“Let us go.”
“One day, I will only give you one day to escape,” he said. “When I see you next time, I will use your blood for dinner.”
“Three days.”
“One day.”
George made the holy sword shine brighter.
The electoral vampire changed his words: “Two days.”
George said, “Alright, I agree. What about you?”
His voice was solemn, and to mere mortals, it might seem like just a habit of a holy warrior, but the electoral vampire could feel the underlying power of order within it.
The electoral vampire said, “Fine, quickly move your disgusting giant sword away.”
George lowered the holy sword.
Lady Elizabeth approached her husband and said, “You shouldn’t take me too seriously.”
The electoral vampire said, “If you want to blame someone, blame the Master of Subversion; He intervened.”
All around, the undead army stopped moving, freezing in place as the sound of drums signaling a ceasefire echoed; those undead beings with self-awareness reluctantly halted.
George said, “I’m glad your choice is the same as mine.”
The electoral vampire, holding his wife, coldly replied, “Wait until the clock strikes the fortieth chime, then you can be happy.”
George ignored the head of the Kainstain family and walked towards Eve Frostleaf.
The ominous skeletons and wraiths all cleared a path for him.
Eve Frostleaf had some blood flowing down her thigh, staining the silver threads on her leg, looking quite disheveled, yet her face still bore that cold expression.
When she saw George, however, a faint smile appeared on her face, as if the iceberg had cracked open, and she moved toward George.
George, after not seeing her for a long time, couldn’t help but quicken his pace and open his arms.
Eve Frostleaf also quickened her pace, tears in the corners of her eyes melting like snow, moistening her emerald eyes.
As they rushed toward each other, only three steps apart, she gently called out George’s name: “George—”
“Frostleaf, sister!”
A faster figure descended from the sky, leaping into Eve Frostleaf’s arms, tightly hugging her, the burden on her chest painfully pressing against Eve Frostleaf.
Jima rubbed against her neck, her tail wrapping around her calf, and in a crying tone said, “Frostleaf, it’s been so long, a full fifteen years, I missed you so much.”
Eve Frostleaf asked, “Have I become the younger sister?”
Jima nuzzled her, her golden eyes sparkling as she looked at Eve Frostleaf: “Frostleaf is still so young.”
Perhaps it was because of just having gone through a back-and-forth battle, or perhaps because Eve Frostleaf, unlike ordinary beautiful women, had a unique aura, or maybe it was just that Jima had grown tired of drinking holy water these days.
Jima felt that Eve Frostleaf was filled with an extraordinary charm that attracted her. Her silver hair was pure and shiny, emitting a magical fragrance, and her clothes were also beautiful.
Compared to her, the witches on Earth, granted extraordinary powers by Jima, looked like poor imitations, despite the witches also possessing the extraordinary powers bestowed by Jima.
Eve Frostleaf gently wrapped her arms around Jima’s waist and said, “I’m happy to see you.”
Jima, emboldened in front of everyone, tilted her head and pressed her face against Eve Frostleaf’s. If this continued, Eve Frostleaf had no doubt that the overly enthusiastic Jima would stick out her tongue and lick her all over.
George’s eyes were icy as he gripped Jima’s horn, a somewhat rough action in Eve Frostleaf’s view, pulling Jima away.
“George!” Jima protested loudly, “It’s been so many years since we sisters have met. Can’t I be a little enthusiastic?”
Surrounded by a sea of bones with a rotting zombie dragon watching from the sky, Jima was utterly unhesitant.
George said, “We need to retreat immediately.”
Eve Frostleaf retrieved her weapon and quickly left with everyone else.
The electoral vampire kept his promise and didn’t cheat; there were just dozens of bats following them in the sky.
Arcanis vanished without a trace, out of anyone’s sight; to minimize the vampires’ understanding of his abilities, Jima just conveniently “dispatched” him.
Thus, only the three of them remained.
After discussing the escape plan, Jima said, “George, the duration is almost over.”
Soon, it would just be herself and the long-legged silver-haired beauty.
Jima’s tail was eagerly revealing the succubus nature.
“Alright, we’ll meet at the Vanguard City,” George said. “Before that, we have a few minutes of personal time.”
Eve Frostleaf said, “George.”
“Uh-huh?”
“You look quite a bit older.”
George reflected on the past; since chasing Jima to other worlds and coming back, there was a sense of it being like a lifetime ago.
And Eve Frostleaf showed not a single hint of change, still looking so young and beautiful.
He said, “Yes, I’ve been through a lot.”
Jima patted George on the shoulder and said, “Hey, short-lived species can understand. Being with us, your style shifts from a teenage comic to a mid-aged man in a mature and alluring adult book. But that’s fine; we’re still good comrades, no need to feel inferior.”
George shot a sidelong glance at Jima.
Jima smiled broadly, openly hugging Frostleaf’s waist and hips, resting her head on Frostleaf’s shoulder.
George had no choice but to accept the situation, at least for now.
He had promised Jima not to reveal her past to others from different worlds and to keep it a secret.
Jima felt secure, grinning and delighted inside.
You think you can pour holy water on me while calling me by my old name? Just watch me give you a few rounds of face-to-face NTR!
Eve Frostleaf slowly pushed Jima’s overly enthusiastic head away with one hand, softly pondering a few unfamiliar terms: “style, book, comic, what do these mean?”
George answered succinctly, “Names from another world.”
Eve Frostleaf asked, “How long have you been to other worlds?”
“Fifteen years for her,” George said. “I spent four years in one world and five years in another.”
“Has it been so long?”
George said, “Fortunately, only one year has passed in our world.”
Eve Frostleaf felt a bit lost.
Jima had betrayed George, yet now they had spent so long together and had developed terms only the two of them understood—this shared language was utterly unique.
For the first time, she felt that something important had suddenly become someone else’s, and a slight sadness rose in her heart.
Jima was cheerful and had not yet realized that she had created a strange sense of NTR between the two.
George said, “But it feels like I’ve been apart from you for half a lifetime.”
What sweet words.
Jima leaned slightly closer to Eve Frostleaf, diligently acting as a big lightbulb, and said, “Yes, being away for half a lifetime; I miss you so much, Frostleaf. How about we share a kiss?”
Eve Frostleaf tried to shoot daggers with her gaze, to pierce Jima’s cheek, but unfortunately, her skin was as thick as her chest, having no effect.
“I want to know what you’ve been through,” Eve Frostleaf asked. “You’ve become an extraordinary master?”
“Yes.”
“Was it in the world of Ionia?”
George hesitated for a moment, then, seeing Jima, immediately understood.
Jima quickly answered:
“Yes! The invincible George transformed into a dog head, diligently gaining experience levels by killing minions, diligently upgrading his equipment, and finally reached a 70% victory rate to become the superior master in zone one!”
“Jima!”
“What are you grabbing my horns for?” Jima complained. “Didn’t I say it correctly?”
“You’re giving me ridiculous nicknames again.”
“Alright, then the second day I’ll put up a banner that reads: Charismatic and maturely beautiful, the champion of all beauties—the blood-red dawn gentleman.”
“Jima!”
“Hey, if you have the guts, kill me.”
The two of them playfully bickered.
Around them, the withered and dying trees, filled with cobwebs, and in the distance, a few desolate graves lit by ghostly fire…
All of this felt very out of place.
Eve Frostleaf also felt somewhat out of place.
She asked, “Can you explain?”
George stopped his playful tussle with Jima and became serious:
“What she mentioned is a game from her homeland, where there is a weak early-game hero nicknamed Doghead, who becomes stronger by killing minions. An extraordinary master is a pretty high level in that game.”
Eve Frostleaf felt her mind was spinning, asking, “Ionia?”
“The name of the game server and also the name of the country in the game’s background…”
“Server?”
“A server provides computing or application services to other client machines over the network…”
The more she asked, the more unfamiliar terms popped up.
Eve Frostleaf gave up on understanding. She sighed softly, “Alright, I get it.”
“You actually understood?” George was quite surprised. “I took some time to understand it back then. I must say, Jima’s homeland is indeed a wealthy and developed world with many unimaginable things.”
Eve Frostleaf understood that the relationship between Jima and George was unique and unbreakable.
She nodded.
“My time is running out,” George said. “Anyway, Jima, I hope you won’t call me Doghead in the future.”
“No.”
As soon as the words fell, George vanished into thin air.
“Finally gone,” Jima clasped her hands above her head and stretched hard, “I’m so exhausted. Frostleaf, how about we take a break before moving on? Is your wound alright?”
“It stopped bleeding.”
Jima’s gaze fell on her thigh: “Do you want me to take a look?”
“No.”
The two women chatted a little while longer. Under the watchful eye of the bats, they openly began to rest and recover.
Meanwhile.
George returned to Vanguard City, not even taking off his armor. He first asked about the affairs of Vanguard City, arranged some tasks, and after a few hours, returned to his room.
The first thing he did was take out his notebook and jot down a note about Jima’s behavior today.
Today, she had been very close to Eve Frostleaf, which must have been caused by his presence, triggering Jima’s competitive instincts. He planned to take good revenge.
At the same time, on the other side.
The midnight nobles could not let this go, and they began to analyze the battle from today.
“The hero’s strength is formidable; he’s probably already an extraordinary master.”
“What significance does the title of extraordinary master from Ionia have? Quickly let those mages look up anything related to Ionia in the black library!”
“What does Doghead symbolize?”
“Master, she wouldn’t just be talking nonsense, right?”
“Impossible. Unless she’s talking carelessly, summoning incantations can’t be random; there must be meaning behind it.”
That night, the black library was turned upside down as everyone diligently searched for anything related to “Ionia,” “Doghead,” and other terms.
