Chapter 100 Dinner
It wasn’t until Jima begged for mercy that George finally released her. Jima got off his thigh, her white dress falling down to cover her backside. She covered her hair with her hands, revealing a mischievous grin. Indeed, such lavish banquets occur only once amidst countless others.
Jima stared wide-eyed at George, expressing her dissatisfaction.
But what could she do? After all, she was the one who got caught.
George chatted with Jima, asking her why she had to deceive him.
Reluctantly, Jima said, “I didn’t lie; I really didn’t want you to stay here.”
George replied, “I’m not a demon. As the person closest to you, you should tell me immediately if something happens to you; we would both regret it otherwise.”
“Are you going to spank me?” Jima rubbed her bottom, inhaled sharply, and manipulated the shards of the dark demon crown, swirling them around her head: “I’m a demon lord, and the people below call me the cruel new bride of the demon king.”
“I don’t like that title, ‘the horror bride.'”
Although the relationship between the terror bride and the bride is somewhat similar to that of a wife cake and an old lady.
“Feeling jealous?” Jima raised her hand and patted his chest.
So annoying, ever since becoming the loli with martial virtues, George stood quite tall.
“I haven’t even held a wedding with you yet.”
“What are you talking about?” she said, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t I say that wedding stuff is meaningless?” She kicked George in the stomach playfully, “Let me figure you out first.”
Jima tossed her long black hair, clapped her hands, and pointed at George: “You’re a ceremony-obsessed guy with an illness; there’s no saving you. For you, the normal couple’s activities must have proper foreplay, candlelit dinners, and so forth. At the very least, you need to have showered first.”
“If suddenly asked to do something like that, you would be at a loss, feeling nothing at all. Really, you need feelings even more than women do. I really should have seen that point earlier and prepared a magic restoration plan for you, having you sign a few papers and stamp them so you could smoothly go about replenishing magic.”
George did not deny it, saying, “If you want me to replenish magic, why not just tell me directly? Wouldn’t that be more convenient?”
“I don’t want to be mistreated by you on the battlefield of winter.”
But Jima’s radar for detecting George’s partial truths started working hard: “Is that all?”
Jima’s cute face, still holding onto her baby fat, looked at George with a cheerful smile and dragged her finger along, saying, “Darling, shall we go eat?”
“Before dinner, I want to know your true motive.”
“You guess; only if you get it right will I tell you.”
“Little garden.”
“Clap clap.” Jima applauded: “Congratulations, you guessed right! No wonder you’ve been the strongest force throughout history. Now, let’s eat, and after we finish, take a bath, and then consume us.”
Saying this, Jima took George’s hand and pulled him away.
George asked, “Little Jima didn’t really die, right?”
“Why are you so obsessed with that useless person?”
“When I was down, she was by my side,” George said. “She accompanied me through what I considered beautiful moments; there was some romance in that.”
“I say, fate truly is blind. George, you’re more suited to be a woman, wanting feelings and pure love and such.” Jima rolled her eyes: “If you ask me, that stuff is really troublesome; just shoot it down directly.”
“So she didn’t die, right?”
“Alright.” Jima frowned, her face slightly red: “I remember the fireworks over the Disney castle.”
“Very beautiful.”
Jima shyly scratched her arm: “Don’t say it, don’t say it; I’m getting goosebumps.”
“Really, why put so much emphasis on things couples should do? I’m almost two hundred and eighteen years old.”
As they walked out, they both stepped onto a Nimbus cloud, passing through the corridor.
“You’re really not considering taming Mavou, are you?”
“Not interested,” George said. “We’re in a life-and-death situation here.”
“Wasn’t it life-and-death with you from the start?” Jima said. “Don’t you think that riding during the day and at night is really cool? I always wanted a beautiful dragon mount, but unfortunately, it never happened. Speaking of which, that green dragon girl offered to sacrifice herself for you during negotiations, and I was so jealous of you back then.”
George said, “If you want to resolve your regrets, go ahead; I won’t say much.”
“Why, why.” George paused: “You keep asking this. I can guess it’s a sign that you lack a sense of security, right?”
“Security?” Jima looked at George with confusion: “Standing next to me are the strongest people in the world, and under me, I have an elite magical army—they’re continuously growing stronger. Why should I be afraid?”
“Because of me,” George said. “When I killed the green dragon, Cyrus, I had this fantasy that you must have been scared at that moment. Because the person you love is a puppet of order without any warmth or humanity.”
Prideful George even referred to himself as a puppet.
“Hah, don’t flatter yourself.” Jima laughed: “I guess I encountered a big fool like you, and if I don’t make good use of that, how can I not repay fate’s kindness?”
George said, “And then there’s the time I slayed the dark elf knight.”
Jima could sense George’s guilt.
“Alright, it’s all in the past; we’re even now. I became powerful, committing atrocities against earthlings, so when someone came to cut me down, I had long been prepared; it just happened to be you who came to do it.” Jima slowed the Nimbus down; she had something to say.
In truth, if you hadn’t met me, it might have been better. Although you’re an overly justice-driven person and proud, if you had encountered a more ordinary paladin, I’d either be dead or chased annually in the holy temple. I gave up my title as a hero and the backing of the holy temple for you.
Had I not died at the hands of the Mother of All Beasts. George said, “Many times, it was you who saved the team.”
That’s because you’re foolish. Jima rolled her eyes at George: Just think, if you hadn’t run into me, you wouldn’t have leveled up to gold, and you would have been at the Mother of All Beasts; you could have surely recovered your diamond strength and wielded the holy sword.
There’s a saying: strength breaks bricks; let the Mother of All Beasts play around—just rush up and slash her down with the holy sword.
My little schemes? Just like how we are still worried about the Great Fire World prison. If Sigma were here, one hammer would solve everything, and nothing would happen.
George didn’t persuade Jima or was persuaded by her; he reached out and touched Jima’s head.
Humph. Jima unhappily slapped his hand away, treating me like a kid.
George said, “You look like a little child right now.”
At that moment, the Nimbus arrived in front of the restaurant.
Jima and George pushed open the large doors of the restaurant. At the dining table, Lianxi was arranging fruits and snacks, while Luyue was eating grapes.
She turned her head to look at Jima and George.
Luyue looked at Jima and asked, “Who are you?”
“Hey?” Saint Jenna asked: “What happened?”
She only noticed George at the restaurant’s entrance, his soul burning with white flames, surrounded by a small amount of evil.
Luyue: “A succubus little girl is following George.”
Jenna: “What?”
Jima suddenly had an idea and winked, pretending to be a stranger. She held George’s right hand and stepped out from behind him, saying:
“Hello, sisters, I… I’m Little Jima; this is my daddy.”
Jenna’s face turned “red with shame” as she hid behind George, peeking her head out, looking worriedly at the two “mothers.”
Jenna’s hand holding the durian trembled, “Wh… what?”
George raised his hand and gave Jima a light slap on the face, “Don’t listen to her nonsense.”
Jima, in a childish voice and with a crying tone, said, “But, but you really are my daddy; my mom said so before she died.”
Jenna stood up suddenly, tears on her face, and said, “George! Don’t worry, sweetheart; just treat her as your mom.”
Jima immediately turned around, running towards Jenna. George tried to catch her but grabbed air.
“Sister, you look so gentle,” Jima said as she pounced into Jenna’s arms, burying her head contentedly in her soft chest. “Can you really be my mom?”
Jenna, moved, kept stroking Jima’s hair, saying, “Of course.”
Then she sighed, rubbing her forehead.
Luyue shook her head and continued to eat grapes.
After a lengthy explanation, Jenna finally understood that it was just Jima’s prank.
After chatting for a while longer, the four formally began their dinner.
There were many dishes; it was impossible to finish them all, or some would get cold.
Jima stood in the distant kitchen, instructing someone to work as steam swirled around her petite figure. She was skilled, and her body had shrunk by half.
The dishes were abundant and tailored to everyone’s tastes. Even Jenna was very satisfied; she tried a peculiar-flavored noodle called “smoked noodles” and enjoyed it a lot.
Unknowingly, the topic shifted to the end of the world.
Once again, the tiresome wedding was brought up.
Jima rolled her eyes and said, “After this battle, going home is the classic line that leads to death. Let’s not talk about weddings anymore, or else this battle might end with a beheading.”
Jima did not tell everyone that she had seen some unsettling fragments of the future through the glass eye that could glimpse the future a few days ago.
Lianxi was also eating, not saying a word. She buried her head low, profoundly feeling that, in her master’s eyes, she was incomparable to someone who had killed three people.
She understood; she comprehended, but why did her heart feel so sour?
Meanwhile.
While George, Jima, Luyue, and Jenna chatted together, enjoying peace and romantic moments.
Akanis was also enjoying a special “romantic time.”
He ran through the pine forest, panting and cursing, “Still chasing! Still chasing! It’s been half a month of this!”
Darling!
Suddenly, silver-haired Viline appeared, pouncing like a fierce tiger, showing no mercy. She saw it simply: as long as he wasn’t dead, it was a success. Broken limbs, broken hands, all acceptable.
She lunged but missed; Akanis was just a shadow.
Viline grabbed hold of a tree, her slender red arms forcefully choking the massive trunk.
“Darling, where are you?”
Viline raised her head, her exquisite puppet-like face adorned with crimson eyes, tears streaming down.
Bats flew by, reporting to her.
She exclaimed, “I know! Darling, I’m coming!”
Half an hour later.
Under that surveyed tree, within a shadow, someone let out a sigh of relief.
Finally fooled her; I’m temporarily safe. I really dealt with that succubus! Where is she? Not a bit of help given.
Akanis grumbled, “Heaven knows, she must be suffering right now.”
From a certain angle, he wasn’t wrong.
At the same time, Jima lifted her hand, grasping a lance, suspended in the air, crying out in a “tragic” manner.
