Chapter 96: Rumors
The figure of the Eternal Chosen Marus faded further into the distance, and upon closer inspection, one would notice an unknown liquid dripping from his armor.
George did not pursue him but instead hoisted his greatsword onto his shoulder, gripping the wand that Jima’s envoy had given him and pressing down forcefully.
A translucent chain shot out, connecting to the collar around the dragon demon Mavor’s neck, tugging hard.
Mavor tilted her head, and a few tears fell from her dragon eyes to the ground.
George turned around to head back; he was in a foul mood.
Jima had sacrificed herself; although she could resurrect, she had failed to kill the Eternal Chosen.
The Four Gods’ Joint Selection…
George did not want Jima to reach that point.
The consequences would likely be more terrifying than death.
The dragon demon Mavor hopped along behind George, her gaze constantly turned backward. Even though the figure of the Eternal Chosen had vanished, she still looked toward the direction he had disappeared.
The wind blew through her golden hair, which brushed against her cheeks, floating in the direction of the Eternal Chosen’s departure.
George’s mood worsened:
“What happens if the Four Gods’ Joint Selection fails?”
“Are you inquiring about the fate of the demon queen Jima?” Mavor said, “She will die a gruesome death, more painful than mere death. Her soul will twist; she will lose herself and become a constantly corroding mass of flesh.”
George pressed the electric shock button.
Mavor bared her teeth, her blonde hair flicking up:
“Shorty, you’re just a pet of the succubus. I’ve seen many succubi, and they usually have a lot of pets, each of them thinks they are the only one.”
“She is my wife.”
Mavor turned her head and laughed loudly: “They say the same thing.”
“You will recognize her,” George said. “I will hand you over to her. The Eternal Chosen has abandoned you; she will be very happy when she finds out.”
“He didn’t abandon me; he said he didn’t want me to die.”
“He was seriously injured; otherwise, he wouldn’t have fled so quickly,” George said, summoning a celestial warhorse and mounting it, pulling the dragon demon Mavor behind it.
Mavor could only hop along to keep up; the wound on her back had scabbed over and no longer dripped blood.
She retorted, “Then why are you not brave enough to stop him?”
“Because I think he wasn’t injured enough for me to handle it alone.”
“You are afraid.”
“You are weak.”
As George shot back, he thought of the Eternal Chosen, and he thought of Jima, who would surely accept the blessings of the Four Gods, though he didn’t want her to take that risk.
The celestial warhorse galloped at full speed for over ten minutes, arriving at the imperial military camp, dealing with some remaining troops of the Apocalypse Army along the way.
Describing the scene as chaotic would be an understatement; everywhere there were panicking soldiers.
However, George thought it was manageable. It hadn’t reached the point of a complete defeat. This was thanks to the emperor of the Empire, whose armor was stained with blood, sitting atop the Death Claw, raising a shining golden hammer high. The soldiers below cheered excitedly for him.
He was like a diligent bee, flying here and there to calm the distressed soldiers.
“Soldiers! I fight alongside you.”
“We have won! Cheer! The Apocalypse Army has been destroyed!”
“This is all thanks to your bravery!”
He flew over George’s head, his voice booming.
Many soldiers regained their composure; even the cries of the wounded didn’t sound so tragic.
George had noted the emperor of the Empire while entangled with the dragon demons; at that time, he had been chased by the blood dragon ancestor Duncan, and George had been very worried. Now, seeing the blood dragon ancestor Duncan’s lance in the saddle of the Death Claw, and looking at the terrible wounds, the horrifying scars left by battle.
Both sides must have experienced intense fighting before the emperor managed to emerge victorious through sheer willpower.
He could not help but admire, “As expected of the emperor of the Empire.”
The soldiers nearby, who had calmed down, looked over curiously; the renowned hero George, known for his integrity and kindness, was pulling a two-meter-tall golden-haired beauty with horns on her head by a chain, which was quite strange.
Everyone began to discuss: “Look, what has the hero brought back?”
“It seems to be a female dragon demon?”
“How can he do this? I mean, he already has a saintess. It’s said that he also has a female demon king lover; how can he behave like this in public?”
“Yeah, men, we all understand, but doing this under broad daylight…”
“No, I have to tell the saintess.”
Even the wounded lying on the ground struggled to prop themselves up, their eyes burning with curiosity: “What happened?”
“The hero brought back a dragon demon girl as a servant.”
“What? Is she big-chested?”
“Very beautiful and very tall, even taller than him, right there. Whether she is the saintess is up to her.”
In front, they were directly leading her into the camp.
How can he do this?
Even if everyone knows he likes the beautiful demon race with long tails, he shouldn’t do it so openly.
The dragon demon Mavor remained silent, raising her chin and looking coldly at the surrounding mortals, her body emanating the aura of a dragon.
The imperial soldiers looked at her in fear and shut their mouths.
George, pulling Mavor, tightened his helmet, as if this would shield him from the gazes of those around.
He wanted to explain that he wasn’t that kind of person.
Alright.
George admitted that he could also react, but he would never condone evil.
If it weren’t for Jima’s request to hand Mavor over to her, he wouldn’t do this.
But he couldn’t voice his frustration; he couldn’t lie, and he certainly couldn’t say the truth:
“It was my wife Jima who asked me to do this.”
Then the nature of this matter was far more severe than a hero supposedly bringing back a beautiful dragon demon for warmth.
George quickened his pace, trying to return to his tent before the rumors spread, wanting to explain to the saintess Jenna and Eve, Frostleaf, ahead of time.
Just thinking about their unusual looks made George feel uncomfortable, even if it was a misunderstanding.
As he walked, George moved extremely quickly, faster than the spread of rumors.
But the sound of hooves was even faster.
“Hero George! Hero George!”
A Rick guard on horseback rode up, shouting: “The emperor commands, the emperor commands! By the heavens, Sigmar above, this woman is so tall! So sturdy, only a warrior like you could conquer her!”
The dragon demon Mavor attempted to stab this mortal with her horn, but fortunately, George pulled her hard, nearly making her trip.
“What a mischievous beast,” the Rick guard said. “But it’s somewhat inappropriate for you to seek a unicorn dragon demon girlfriend so publicly.”
“It’s a misunderstanding; she’s not my girlfriend—”
“Oh, oh, I understand, just don’t treat this woman as a wife; she doesn’t deserve it. She looks like a monster with a woman’s skin; she should be treated like a wild dog and taught a harsh lesson.”
“I am not—”
The emperor commands.
The Rick guard interrupted again: “It’s very important; many big shots are there waiting for you to prove something.”
George took a deep breath.
Looking at Mavor, he asked, “Will you promise me to obediently stay in the tent and not run away?”
“I will.”
“That’s a lie,” George said. “Just let her be a minute, I’ll treat you humanely in twenty minutes.”
“Okay.”
“Another lie.”
George knew the emperor wanted to use his ability to tell the truth, to convince those who believed it. He glanced at Mavor, with her horn, her youthful face, her big breasts, her torn bodice, and her ripped stockings…
Plus those shackles, the chain dragging her like a pet…
He softly murmured a name: “Jima.”
But what could he do? Jima had sacrificed a life, and he barely had the heart to think about it.
George contemplated for a moment, then had an idea and asked, “Is there a kind soul willing to lend me a piece of canvas?”
A piece of white canvas was soon in hand, draped over the dragon demon Mavor.
“Good idea,” the Rick guard said, “but this…
The canvas drooped, outlining Mavor’s curvaceous hips and chest.
“My fault,” George said. “I forgot the doctrines of my deity. Since I have nothing to be guilty of, why hide?”
As he spoke, he removed the canvas.
Mavor’s golden dragon eyes looked down at him, intending to say he was hypocritical, but recalling how he had acted against her several times, he really was fierce and could indeed chop off her head, she closed her mouth.
Thus, George pulled Mavor, who was occasionally tugging back, to meet the emperor.
Before long, the two of them, one man and one dragon, walked in front of the temporary command post surrounded by wooden walls, baptized by unusual gazes.
The emperor’s loud speech echoed.
“Yes, this is our secret plan, all along, hero George has made tremendous sacrifices…”
He is the bravest person, ready to be wronged as a traitor to eliminate the Apocalypse Army…”
Such accolades.
George quickly pushed open the door, trying to interrupt in advance.
“…The pamphlet slanders the hero’s preference for long-tailed demonic women—ah, just in time, our hero has arrived; George, you can clarify face to face.”
The emperor of the Empire, with a square face and a chin, showed a hearty smile at George.
George did not raise his visor to salute; he stepped forward, bringing in the dragon demon Mavor being pulled by chains.
Everyone was first astonished by her height, then looked down, their gazes focusing on Mavor’s dragon tail.
The emperor’s smile froze, turning extremely awkward. No one there spoke.
George suppressed the urge to dig in his toes, he said:
“Lords, triggering the power of Tera is indeed a secret plan…”
Meanwhile, rumors spread like a cat with its tail on fire, running around the camp and embellishing the story as they circulated.
Saintess Jenna was having a rare rest alone in a tent, secretly listening to a European and American story from a certain green novel website on the intelligent phone George had gifted her. She loved the absorbing stories within.
Suddenly, footsteps approached.
“Saintess, it’s bad.”
Saintess Jenna proficiently exited, standing up to ask: “Come in, is someone injured?”
“Saintess, the hero… he found a woman from the spirit demon race.”
Saintess Jenna’s reaction was minimal; she thought it was about Jima and George’s relationship being exposed.
“Yes, it’s a long-tailed dragon.”
Saintess Jenna asked: “What?”
“I mean, just now, I saw a very sexy, hot, and beautiful dragon lady, fastened tightly with a dog collar, obviously meant for bed service.”
“What!?” Saintess Jenna gasped, struck by lightning: “Is it true?”
“Indeed! Everyone knows now.”
“No, I need to talk to him. Frostleaf! Frostleaf!” After stepping outside, Saintess Jenna shouted out several times for Frostleaf.
Frostleaf appeared, her tone icy: “Jenna, I’m here.”
“Is the rumor true?”
“Yes,” Frostleaf replied, “I thought it over; the toys used by the extreme dragon are exactly the same as those I used to bind you.”
He really turned out to be this kind of person; no, we have to talk to him.
While George was delivering a report in the temporary command post, he suddenly felt a chill creeping up his back.
Outside, there was a commotion, and when the door opened,
A large circle of people surrounded, with Jenna and Eve Frostleaf armed, waiting for George.
George hurriedly said: “Please let me explain.”
Jenna turned her head and said:
“Everyone, based on my usual help to you, please disperse and give us some private space. Thank you.”
After that, she said to George: “Let’s go.”
Under the guidance of the golden-haired girl, George obediently carried the dragon demon Mavor, with Eve Frostleaf following behind, and they returned to the tent together.
Before long, after explaining, several women whispered:
“Jima!
Jima!”
In the haze, Jima heard two lovely female voices calling her name.
They must be very beautiful women, she thought, and she couldn’t wait to speed up the resurrection process to awaken.
When she opened her eyes,
Jima had already resurrected, lying in a pool of water sprinkled with flower petals. She sat up, and the water flowed down her smooth skin.
Behind her stood a statue, a figure of a woman with a graceful shape, mature like ripe fruit, resembling her exactly.
Jima admired for a moment, chuckled: “I’m really beautiful, so sexy.”
After saying this, she instinctively propped her chin up, noticing her fingers seemed too pale and too thin.
Jima squinted for a moment, looking down.
Her flat chest, slender legs, and looking at her reflection on the water surface.
“No wonder I feel lighter; it turns out I have transformed back into a loli…” Jima slapped her forehead, realizing her strength had decreased: “It must be because of resurrecting too quickly.”
Fortunately, after some checking, Jima found her strength could still recover but would take some time.
Jima suddenly sneezed, rubbing her little nose, muttering to herself:
“They wouldn’t have really captured the dragon demon Mavor, would they?”
Her tail stood up immediately.
However, considering that George was responsible for escorting the dragon demon Mavor, it would surely cause irreparable damage to his reputation.
Well, this also reflected some of her own selfishness.
The shackles were precisely those taken from the “toy box” to enhance the trickster lord, if she wasn’t mistaken, Frostleaf had used them before.
Initially, she thought that even if George was unhappy, her strength would still stand.
But now…
Jima looked down again at her flat chest, missing the plump and uplifted form.
Indeed, the bigger the thing, the stronger it seems.
She lamented to herself: “How I miss you all, my dear sisters.”
After saying this, she got out of the pool, stepping on the white jade floor, curling her little belly, thinking about how to navigate smoothly.
To be honest, things were still fine with George, after all, they were married.
If her subordinates from the demon army found out she had become weaker, her authority would surely be undermined, and there would definitely be someone rebelling.
