Chapter 26: Retrieving the Scene
Jima took a few deep, trembling breaths to ease the residual pleasure in her body.
She flattened her sultry expression and rubbed her sore tail. A warm sensation rippled through her lower abdomen and intestines.
It felt like having eaten spoiled food, her stomach protesting, wanting to have diarrhea.
It had been a long time since Jima last had diarrhea, and even longer since she had last relieved herself, after all, a beautiful girl should not poop.
But I don’t count as a beautiful girl, do I? Am I considered a young wife? Or something like a delicate wife? The word “delicate” feels so old.
Jima thought randomly, leaning against the wall with her legs crossed.
As the faint joy in her body dissipated, her chest ached a little, the result of someone else’s handiwork.
She looked at George; the serious profile of the man was still as stern as ever.
What a hypocrite, just a moment ago he was teaching me a lesson to uphold those bits of male dignity.
Jima thought and cursed at George:
“Bad guy!”
Her voice was too loud, and George tilted his head slightly, as if he heard something.
Jima instinctively felt flustered, her voice weakened again, “Bad guy.”
But then she recalled herself being in the “Serene Hidden Barrier.”
Perhaps George could see her, but it didn’t necessarily mean he could hear her. Eve Frostleaf certainly couldn’t see or hear her, but she hoped her focus wasn’t that intense.
Thinking this, Jima noticed a few water stains on the ground not far away, forming puddle after puddle, intermittently, spreading out beneath her feet.
Just a moment ago, under the coercion of George’s storm-like attitude, Jima had almost forcibly taken command of the room.
A softly choked feminine voice brought Jima back from her earlier memories.
She looked towards Eve Frostleaf; their conversation seemed to be nearing its end. Eve sat beside George, confiding in him about something. Even though the air felt somewhat romantic due to Jima’s presence, in any case, it evoked romantic thoughts.
However, Eve Frostleaf, who wanted George all to herself, still wore that stern expression, her back straight, her posture proper, with her lower legs casually resting against George’s.
She had shared a lot.
As Jima listened slightly, her head began to ache; it was too scattered, too chaotic.
To piece it together would be troublesome.
She wasn’t in the mood to do so, nor did she have the heart to empathize with Eve Frostleaf. If only Eve Frostleaf would write a contract agreeing to make her a maid for a day.
Jima might consider it.
After another ten minutes of conversation, they finally stood up to leave.
It was only then that Jima removed the “Serene Hidden Barrier.” She hadn’t found an opportunity to speak loudly due to Eve Frostleaf’s sharp hearing.
Fortunately, Eve Frostleaf didn’t notice.
Jima planned to wash up properly. After walking a few steps, a cold, damp sensation came from beneath her feet; she realized she wasn’t wearing any socks.
She circled around the command room layout, and under her previous seat, found her boots.
Her seat was perfectly aligned with the entrance. Jima always chose the chair closest to the door. Theoretically, Eve Frostleaf should have noticed something.
Yet her earlier performance showed no sign of awareness at all. As Jima sat down and put on her boots, she muttered to herself, “What a master of playing dumb.”
Her mind began to churn, contemplating Eve Frostleaf’s intentions.
Perhaps Eve Frostleaf was using the favorite hint technique of high elves to suggest that she had already acknowledged herself as the main wife?
The last remnant of Jima’s male dignity protested against that notion.
How could a demon actually consider herself the main wife of a hero? Or one that could be used at any time…
After blushing, Jima pushed those thoughts out of her mind.
After all, she didn’t care too much about being the main wife.
What she cared about was whether she could overshadow Frostleaf and the long-absent Jenna. Overshadowing was just for more opportunities for closeness.
Thinking of intimacy, Jima had previously entertained ambitious thoughts of getting along with the eternal chosen one.
Then suddenly it struck her that the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder” might hold true.
George and Eve Frostleaf would most likely be spending their wedding night tonight.
That would definitely allow that guy George to monopolize the fun.
Feeling a surge of energy, Jima stood up from her chair. Before leaving, she glanced at the distinctly wet stains on the dark floor of the command room.
The crime scene still needed cleaning.
But as a girl who was supposed to be amused as a maid, Jima had never done such chores.
So, she didn’t spare it another glance. She walked to the balcony, leapt down, spread her wings, and flew to her bedroom.
Jima’s bedroom was once owned by a sightless succubus who had met her end by burning. It featured a large bed for five, alongside a smaller bed surrounded by a screen where the servants slept.
Lianxiya, curled up in a fluffy ball on the small bed, had been waiting for her return.
Having heard that Jima was back, she had been waiting here all along.
As the bedroom door opened, it was dim inside, but for Jima,
it didn’t matter whether the lights were on or off.
Something crashed heavily to the ground.
“Master! Master!”
Hasty footsteps echoed as Lianxiya lifted her skirt with both hands and ran swiftly to Jima, smiling like a sunflower under the midday sun.
“You’re back?”
“Yes, prepare a bath for me.”
“It’s already ready for you.” Lianxiya hurriedly pulled open the screen, revealing a bathrobe and towel along with other bathing items. “The water is ready, and dinner is on the table; you just need to heat it up a bit with your great power to eat.”
“Okay, I’ll bathe first.” Jima waved her tail, shutting the door behind her.
Lianxiya grabbed her pink towel, her face flushed, eagerly preparing to assist Jima with her bath, as she had been looking forward to it.
“By the way,” Jima said, “take a mop or something to the command room and clean the floor thoroughly.”
“Huh?”
“Did you understand?”
With her cat ears drooping, Lianxiya asked, “You mean to clean the command room?”
“Correct.”
Inside, she felt disheartened as she replied,
“Understood.”
“Quickly.” Jima poured the water from the basin into the wooden barrel. “The sooner the better.”
This gave Lianxiya a certain hope.
She moved quickly, taking the water bucket and mop, racing to the command room, hoping to finish cleaning quickly and return to serve Jima’s bath.
But as she dragged the mop, she spotted the water stains on the floor. It was as if she had been splashed with cold water; she froze, standing still.
As Jima’s personal maid, thousands of Lianxiya began to understand how this water stain came about.
At first, she couldn’t believe it; she lifted her maid’s skirt, knelt on the ground, leaned down to sniff the cold floor, then slightly licked it.
It… was the master’s scent.
A bitter taste spread from her lips to her eyes, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes,
hoping without warrant, and then being disappointed.
Lianxiya hugged her knees tightly, resting her cat ears on them, lost in despair.
The seed of jealousy lodged deep in her heart began to sprout, growing and blooming into a pink flower.
Pink symbolizes jealousy.
On the other side.
Jima took the quickest shower in just twenty minutes, then used an appropriate amount of power to create a wind that dried her long, flowing hair.
Dressed neatly, she concealed her figure and slipped into the healing room using the “Serene Secret Barrier,” stealthily listening to the sounds inside.
Sure enough, there was no one inside.
George still had to toil for those hundreds of imperial soldiers.
But Jima was patient; she waited for a while in the shadows, relying on her hundred years of stealth experience, lurking nearby until the two of them entered the bedroom.
A man and a woman in the same room, combined with “absence makes the heart grow fonder”…
Jima rubbed her hands together, just waiting for the sounds to begin inside before she would burst in, planning to thwart George’s evil scheme of monopolizing the fun.
However, just as Jima began to feel drowsy, footsteps approached the door.
Quickly, Jima leapt up, the corner of something bumping against the ceiling, as Imeliya walked out with elegant steps, wishing goodnight before leaving.
George responded, “Goodnight.”
This guy didn’t even mention that kind of thing from start to finish.
Jima was infuriated, gritting her teeth.
Is it no longer possible? He had been so spirited before; why was he acting so virtuous now?
From inside the room came the sound of donning a helmet, and heavy footsteps approached.
It must be that George had to work overtime again tonight. Jima lightly landed on the ground, activating the “Serene Hidden Barrier” and leaning against the wall.
“Jima? What are you doing here?”
“Oh,” Jima failed her sneak attempt, feeling quite unhappy, “I have some intelligence to report.”
“What intelligence?”
“Are you deaf?”
“Can you be a bit clearer?”
“Nothing much.”
“Lying.”
“That just means I don’t want to say.” Jima waved her hand, yawned, and said, “If there’s anything, come find me in my bedroom. I’m going to rest now.”
She waved her hand, dismissing the “Serene Hidden Barrier.”
Although she didn’t question him, Jima could guess why George didn’t come for some romantic time with Imeliya.
Perhaps because Lianxiya was not innately lewd like her, their ways of communicating were different.
Returning to her own bedroom.
Lianxiya the cat had finished her chores, and Jima quickly stripped down, set up a minor alarm barrier, and climbed into bed to sleep. Today she had a lot of physical and magical energy, but thanks to a certain hero, there was particularly ample food.
The magical and physical energy calculated rapidly while resting.
Meanwhile, Lianxiya the cat was kicking her back legs, trapped in a nightmare.
