Chapter 70: Unmasking Lies
George was up to no good.
Jima turned her head away with force, exposing her flushed cheeks.
“So, now you know? Anytime you can tie a dog and win, you should thank me.”
“Thank you, Jima.”
“I’ve given you so much.” Jima turned her head and tilted it as she looked at George. “Although you destroyed my palace and liberated the maids as a matter of principle, without me, you would never have had such success. Round it off, I saved your life, so you owe me.”
The two were very close, with George holding Jima’s tail. He leaned slightly forward and asked, “Owe you what?”
“Select thirty beauties for me.” Jima said, “Since you can’t accept charm and enslavement, how about marrying thirty wives instead? I’ll help you package and promote it, and your brides will come to your bed.”
George wrapped his arms around Jima’s waist and replied, “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Hey, haven’t you been fighting for several days in a row? Jima, surrounded by the rich fragrance of peach blossoms and George’s body scent, felt butterflies swirling in her stomach like a fan. She breathed heavily, her golden-black thighs wrapping around George’s waist.
“But I’m virtuous and kind-hearted; I can endure it for now, but you have to help me with a massage.”
George suddenly thought of something and grabbed Jima’s calf, moving it away.
“What’s wrong?”
“Is there a bathroom here?”
“You didn’t come over to take a shit, did you?”
“Actually, I did.”
“Seriously, clean yourself up while you’re at it. I’ll wait for you.” Jima pointed to the corner, where a hidden door appeared in the wall. “That’s it.”
Outside the door, Liansi Cat leaned against the edge, looking like a pile of yarn balls stacked up.
Footsteps approached.
Liansi Cat quickly turned around and saw the ugly-faced Pink-Eared Demon strategist coming over.
The strategist looked at Liansi Cat and said, “My king, I have urgent business. Please tell the king that the legendary command system for full-scale war has taken preliminary effect, and she needs to come verify it.”
Liansi Cat waved her hand, wanting it to leave.
At that moment, a suspicious feminine voice came from inside the door, sounding like someone was in pain.
“What’s happening?”
The Pink-Eared Demon strategist tightly gripped its metal staff, and colorful flames ignited at the top. “Is there an enemy attack?”
Liansi Cat shook her head vigorously. “Meow meow meow!”
The Pink-Eared Demon strategist didn’t believe her at all. It pointed its staff at Liansi Cat and said, “Get out of the way, pet of the king.”
If the Pink-Eared Demon strategist discovered that the master was with the hero…
Liansi Cat panicked.
“Pfft.” In a flash, she transformed into humanoid form, blocking the Pink-Eared Demon strategist and said, “No! You absolutely can’t go in; the master is just having sex.”
“Bang bang bang.” A sound like crashing into a wall came from inside.
The Pink-Eared Demon strategist’s magic power dropped slightly as it glanced at Liansi Cat, who was twice its height, taking a step back.
“Ah ah ah~.”
A faint high-pitched female voice was heard from inside.
“Crying?” It sniffed. “I can feel strong positive energy; it’s disgusting.”
“Very normal.”
“I don’t think so.” The Pink-Eared Demon strategist said, “Get out of the way if you don’t want to be turned to ash.”
“No!”
Liansi Cat said, “You absolutely cannot go in!”
The Pink-Eared Demon strategist pondered for a moment, refrained from killing Liansi Cat, and raised its magical power, moving Liansi Cat aside with an invisible force and throwing her to the ground.
Liansi Cat lay on the ground, raised her head, and shouted, “No!”
The Pink-Eared Demon strategist floated up and barely grasped the doorknob, a terrifying curse struck its hand, making it retract instantly.
Was it her protection?
It realized something and turned to Liansi Cat and said, “Misunderstanding resolved. Tell the king I had urgent business to find her just now; I’ll speak to her later.”
After saying that, the Pink-Eared Demon strategist swayed as it left.
Inside the room, the battle had reached its climax.
Jima was not satisfied but had no choice; her stamina was lacking—she couldn’t keep George going longer.
“You’re going back, aren’t you?”
Jima said regretfully, “If only it were in a dream, but unfortunately, you can’t fall asleep there immediately. Really, that big knight commander has been staring at you, preventing us from reuniting in the dream palace. I’ll design a curse to make it suffer.”
“Not necessary.” George replied. “I have a clear conscience.”
“Your clothes are dry from burning.”
Jima raised her hand, and George’s armored clothing flew out from the flames. It was enchanted to withstand fire. George watched as the flames cooked, and the person was unharmed, but any armor or belts that burned eventually fell off on their own.
George stood up and naturally raised his arms.
He dressed her in the armor, leaning down to adjust it, while Jima took the straps on his shoulders and fastened them to his shoulder plates.
Just like in the past when she served him.
The two worked together seamlessly, piece by piece of armor.
“What to do now?” Jima said, “I called you out right in front of it. Since you conspired with the Demon King, and it’s true that you conspired, if I don’t use some means, wouldn’t you have called out for nothing?”
George said, “Since my purpose is justice, I don’t need to resort to malicious means. I believe in nuclear disasters and also believe in the emperor.”
“What if the emperor doesn’t believe you?”
“That’s the empire.” George paused and said, “If the emperor isn’t wise enough, the empire will eventually perish.”
“What about the whole world?”
“It won’t happen. In the past, we mortals could achieve victory; we can do it again, though it will be harder than before.”
George had always been optimistic about mortals:
“I believe that the eastern regions to Elris and the western regions to Lei, along with the elves even in the Rainforest Continent, have resilient races resisting fiercely, with countless people battling to the death to protect their homes against the world-annihilating army.”
“It’s okay; you won’t die.” Jima said. “At worst, the world will be destroyed, and you can come to me to seek a job, experiencing a different life.”
George replied, “That day won’t come.”
Was it because he would never fall, or would he die before the end of the world, either old or in battle?
Jima didn’t ask.
When the answers are all something you dislike, there’s no need to ask.
As the last piece of gauntlet was put on, Jima inserted a crow feather into the helmet and asked, “This is one I pulled from myself; do you want it?”
“Sure.”
George put on the helmet with Jima’s crow feather.
“Do you want to rest a bit before leaving?” Jima asked. “How about lying down for a nap?”
George replied, “The knights of the Hell Knight Order have waited too long; it’s dangerous outside the wilderness. I can’t let them wait any longer.”
“Alright.” Jima kissed George on the cheek, as if in farewell, or like a wife, and said, “Goodbye.”
George lowered his visor and vanished into the air.
His vision went dark.
When it brightened again, he saw the big knight commander’s wide-open singular eye right next to him.
Surrounded by a circle of black-armored hell knights, wielding weapons, forming a tight encirclement around him.
“Are you the hero George?”
“Yes.”
“I sense the power of honesty in your words, it is George,” the big knight commander of the Hell Knight Order said. “Timing!”
“About 37 minutes, sir.”
“Good, good, alright. In the aid of demonic power, it disappeared for 37 minutes.” Her green singular eye shot out dazzling sunlight. “The armor has changed into new black feathers, it looks much cleaner now.”
Saying this, the big knight commander of the Hell Knight Order took a step closer.
George prepared himself and took a step back, but collided with the hard chest armor of two hell knights.
The big knight commander’s armor pressed against George’s armor, and she forcefully inhaled toward George.
“What are you trying to do?”
“No smell, no sweat. That means you’ve washed your armor and taken a shower.” She absentmindedly touched her face, showing a thoughtful expression. “And there’s a charming fragrance, it must be a woman, it smells like the finest perfume, like fresh flowers.”
She suddenly commanded, “Everyone, smell the perfume on George!”
“Yes!”
As expected of the brutally disciplined Hell Knight Order.
The strong knights immediately pulled off their faceguards, leaning toward George, crowding him together.
A chorus of deep inhalations from a bunch of men, rising and falling.
“I warn you! Three counts!”
No one listened, some even wanting to catch George’s breath.
Three, two, one!
George pushed back hard, forcing the black hell knights apart, with the sounds of armor clashing. In the end, he managed to break through a path.
Those smelling the fragrance raised their right hands and voiced their feelings!
Seven black knights plus the big knight commander made a total of eight.
“Very good perfume, light and subtle, like night-blooming flowers.”
“Clearly it’s strong and pungent, like the love of a lover.”
“It smells like food.”
“Powerful and strong, I smell something powerful.”
“There is no perfect fragrance in this world.” The big knight commander pointed at George. “That must be the scent of vile and wicked beings. It’s not an ordinary succubus because my nose cannot be deceived.”
“What you conspired with must be a favored servant of a depraved being, or at least a divine chosen one. Jima, you must have loved Jima just now.”
“Moreover, you were forced to meet her because you wouldn’t be foolish enough to disappear voluntarily in front of me. That shows your positions are inferior to Jima’s. If she wants you to go, you’ll go. How ridiculous, George, you’re nothing but a slave of depravity, brandishing a holy sword in the name of a hero.”
“It also proves that everything you previously publicized against her was a lie.”
“You’ve fallen, George; I will never let you succeed. I will send you to prison.”
George spoke, “Are you done?”
“Are you going to surrender just like that?”
George replied, “You have no right to arrest a hero based on that.”
“I will kill you.”
“I will persuade the noble.”
George said, “Is there anything else? If not, I’ll continue on my way.”
After saying this, his hand rested on the sword’s hilt.
The big knight commander scoffed, placing her hand on her belt, turning her body, with waist-length white hair flying, and commanded, “Continue on! Drop all the injured; return the borrowed horseshoes. We will not provide even a bit of help to unarmed subordinates.”
“Yes, sir!”
