Chapter 69: The Beacon Fire and the Brave?
George turned around.
Jima stepped a foot on George’s sturdy chest.
George reacted quickly and grabbed Jima’s ankle; she flapped her wings and managed not to lose balance.
Jima kicked out again, but George was quick, using his helmet to block it, producing a static sound as the unknown material of her stockings rubbed against his helmet.
“Jima?”
Seeing George made Jima angry, and her foot kicked toward his helmet again.
As a result, George saw Jima thrown onto the big bed, chest down, bouncing twice.
Just as Jima lifted her head, she saw George asking, “What’s wrong with you?”
“My head’s not broken.”
Jima supported herself on the soft surface of the bed, turned around, and her tail swayed on the bed.
“Why did you call me? Is there something urgent?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“I just want to hit you.”
Jima saw George’s fist clench.
George thought it was a misunderstanding: “Did you call me twice?”
“Yes.”
“So, in other words, you’re not in any life-threatening situation, nor do you have any urgent matters? Other than wanting to hit me?”
“Exactly.” Jima said, “There’s an old saying: the beacon fire entertains the lords. This king just wanted the nuclear bomb to explode and was having a bad day, feeling unhappy.”
George was furious, angrier than Jima could imagine.
His fist came smashing, startling Jima, who closed her eyes.
A tremendous force struck her, and she was dragged down from the bed, immediately following with a loud sound as if a comet crashed into Mars:
“Smack!”
Her backside instantly deformed and rebounded, Jima felt a tingling sensation and let out a yelp.
“Let go of me! If it weren’t for this king being bewitched and helping you, he wouldn’t be serving you like a dog now, watching Zhenna and Muye beg under me!”
She felt embarrassed and wronged, shouting, “Let me go! Otherwise—”
“Smack!”
Not indulging her at all.
Jima struggled desperately, but the fate’s power held her tightly, floundering helplessly like a fish on land, in George’s mind.
“Otherwise what?”
George asked, “As a chosen one of the Three Gods, leading the demon army, you—”
“Shut up!” Jima yelled, “I’m serious, let me go!”
“Smack!”
Her peach-like behind quivered under the massive force, the ripple of flesh disappeared at Jima’s waist.
“I’m serious too.”
Jima bit her teeth, the corners of her eyes reddening and becoming moist, remaining silent at least while trying hard.
George hit several more times, like a hammer striking iron.
Outside the bedroom door, Anxi was pressed against the door, vaguely hearing the violent sounds of slaps.
Feeling both heartbroken and instinctively pressing closer.
On Jima’s backside, several holes tore in the fabric, revealing her blue skin.
After hitting several times, George had calmed down somewhat and didn’t hit again.
He laid Jima on her back on the bed, and seeing the moisture in her eyes, their gazes met, but Jima turned her head away, silent.
George was quite surprised.
The first time he met Jima, those shining eyes were so serene… Now she had turned into an alluring beauty, eager for affection from him, but her personality hadn’t changed much, not shy at all.
George said, “What happened to you, Jima?”
Jima pouted and remained silent.
“Jima, you haven’t been pretentious, your character is not affected.”
George said, “I’m very angry today because a cruel and cold senior knight is watching me, looking for evidence of my collusion with you, which could derail our efforts to eliminate the Eternal Chosen.”
“You called me twice, and I was worried you encountered some accident and directly responded to your call right in front of her.”
“Ah?” Jima turned her head, “So what?”
“Yes.” George said, “That’s why I was so angry just now.”
“I’m angry too.”
Jima originally wanted to explain, but her behind hurt too much, so she lay on the bed, propping her chin with her hands, her chest pressing down into the mattress, “Something happened… Can I not say?”
George shook his head.
She felt guilty; she activated a tranquil secret barrier: “Well? Do you remember that day when you sneaked into my palace?”
“I remember. I wasn’t wearing women’s underwear.”
“Not the palace on Earth.” Jima looked at George questioningly as he seemed to have a guilty tone again, “It’s the palace of the Demon King.”
“When you were still the Demon King, busy capturing sex slaves from everywhere?”
“Don’t put it so harshly.” Jima said, “Do you remember?”
“It’s one of the clearest memories of my life.”
George said, “With divine assistance, vanquishing demons went very smoothly, so smoothly that it felt supernormal. When I returned to report to the Holy Hall, I felt like a proud rooster. In this matter, I made some violations, not in line with the Holy Hall’s process.”
“I still remember Gregory kept saying how pride would ruin me, that I was unnaturally proud.”
Hearing this, Jima’s tail moved faster in the torn stockings and the area on her backside.
“He was very right; six months later at the Demon King’s palace, I met you and was very proud, thinking it was natural I could easily defeat the Demon King and had the ability to save the world from evil succubi. I proved my blade, and I should prove my redemptive power.”
At this point, George couldn’t help but stroke Jima’s head, his hand leaving the floating crown of the demon.
Yet I still failed, but I have no regrets.
“Hey, I’m not a little girl, don’t touch my head.” Jima turned her head, “Of course you don’t regret it; what woman wouldn’t want to be showered with affection, let alone one as beautiful as I am?”
“You remember that clearly, which is good; it shows you’re doing well in mid-life, your mind is still sharp, not bad, keep it up.” Jima continued, “I tell you, the Demon King’s palace has a complete security system. When you let Yimolily create the big hole for the escape, it already triggered the security system.
So your smooth sailing in the Demon King’s palace wasn’t for a righteous cause but related to assistance.”
George said, “Are you saying there was an inside man?”
“Yes, you remember that clearly; it shows you’re doing well in mid-life, your mind is sharp, not bad, keep it up.” Jima couldn’t help but think of her own operations and bit her teeth in anger: “She is truly despicable and shameless; not only did she kill Ruoling, the one responsible for the security system, but she also secretly observed, like a teacher watching over children, leading you to the Demon King’s bedroom door.”
George said, “But at that time, I really hated you; I still remember seeing you tormenting yourself to the brink of madness at the maternal palace, while she thought we were all your conspiracy illusions. I led the way, and she was hiding behind the beams assuring that she would bring us to the execution ground to prove herself after passing your trials, not needing to be tormented by you.
“Oh, I used to really want to play the game.” Jima said, “But it seems like all the punishments were just wet ones; at least there was no blood shed.”
“But it tortured the mind.”
“Of course.”
So, that inside man can be considered a good person in this matter.
“Yes, that was very kind of her to you.” Jima said, “You even went to the bedroom door, set the OUFF before hitting; truly looking down on others. Besides, I would have definitely noticed at that time. That inside man, who deserved to be killed many times over, covered your movements.”
George said, “You mentioned it was Ruoling; that way, my honor will suffer a discount. Afterward, I need to communicate with the scribe to adjust the record, otherwise it will mislead future generations.”
“Then your honor will suffer a discount.” Jima said, “Not only that, but that inside man also drugged me so that I would be fascinated by a woman’s belly when you came to cut.”
“Uh, I get it.”
“You didn’t even question me.” Jima said, “Have you been pent up these last few days? Call me Your Majesty, and I’ll consider letting you sleep well, how about that?”
“I believe you.”
George said, “That inside man is so good—”
“Is so bad, utterly bad.”
“Then that inside man must be you.”
Jima’s heart stopped; she immediately stood up, slapping her thigh:
“Come, come, come, get a good sleep, take off your armor, don’t be so vain; when you wake up, we’ll discuss how to remedy this.”
“Jima.”
“You look like you haven’t slept for days, look at you.”
Answer me directly.
“It’s this king playing with the beacon fire; this king has already proclaimed, allowing you to pursue and regale.”
George approached; Jima wanted to leave, but fate’s special skill caught her; George whispered her true name in her ear.
Jima jolted, turning her head and saying,
“Really, how did you come to think you could go back to the past… Alright then, that person is indeed me; how did you become so clever?”
George took off his armor, tightly embracing Jima; at that moment, the dragon skin trembled, the dragon skin suit slightly fell, revealing an eggshell.
“Dragon egg?”
“Yes, I brought it back from the past—” Jima realized she had let something slip, grimacing.
The past… the Demon King’s palace. When we were searching for war trophies, we didn’t find any dragon eggs; only one place was most likely to have laid the eggs.
“This baseless speculation— you could even conclude that I have an interstellar warship in the Demon King’s palace and can air-drop machine gun troops.”
George’s blue eyes looked at Jima.
Jima’s lips moved, letting out a deep sigh: “Alright, I admit it, this dragon egg was originally the item I was to use for reincarnation; I exchanged it for…”
As she spoke, Jima couldn’t hold back any longer, covering her face with both hands.
“Don’t look at me, don’t look at me anymore; I don’t even know why I did this. It’s not some celestial scheme designed by the mastermind, it must be my mind.”
