Chapter 146 Chapter 144 Saving People
Jima was being princess-carried for the first time, jumping down from a high place. Below, the rapidly approaching water surface activated Jima’s “fear of jumping from heights,” and the sensation of weightlessness enveloped her. Her small wings flailed, her heart raced, and, unable to help herself, she wrapped her arms tightly around George’s neck, finding comfort in his solid touch.
George sensed Jima’s fear and tightened his embrace around her. He held her so firmly that she felt as if she were bound by iron bars, but oddly, she experienced a rare sense of security, and her wings stopped flapping.
Bang!
The heavenly warhorse splashed into the water, creating a half-meter deep dip that sprang back like jelly. The warhorse neighed and galloped off.
Finally on the “ground,” the sensation of weightlessness disappeared.
Jima’s face turned crimson, her heart continued to race. She realized her tail had gone soft and almost dropped the hidden “Blood Horn Cup.” She lifted her head and looked down at herself, only to find she was curled up in George’s arms. Suddenly, a rush of warmth filled her face, making her cheeks burn.
This time, she didn’t want to dwell on the fact that she, a demon king, was curled up in the arms of her enemy.
She just wanted to simply enjoy the beauty of this moment.
“Jima, are you okay?”
George’s voice came from under his helmet, sounding a bit muffled.
“I’m fine. Are we safe now?”
“We should be safe.”
Before his words finished, a rolling fireball came crashing from behind, exploding behind the heavenly warhorse and sending a cold wave of water up, with a deafening sound filling Jima’s ears. She quickly covered her ears with both hands, nearly dropping the massive sword in her arms. She had to let go and grab hold of the heavy sword.
The wave and fire rushed in. George immediately bent down, pressing his body against Jima to shield her from most of the cold water, which only soaked her shoes and socks.
Jima’s heartbeat quickened again, and only when George straightened up did her heart stabilize.
The bridge effect, the bridge effect… she repeatedly emphasized this term in her mind while tilting her head to look at George’s helmet, wanting to lift it to see if this clueless virgin was truly a blockhead.
“Is there something on my helmet?”
Jima asked:
“George, I’m curious, how many girlfriends have you had?”
“Hmm? Is that important?”
At that moment, a ship from the guard unit came sailing toward them, attempting to block the heavenly warhorse. Unfortunately, the people on the ship were noisy, with only half of them rowing, moving at a very slow speed. The heavenly warhorse easily maneuvered around it with a turn.
Jima took a glance. The condition of the ship seemed acceptable, while soldiers on other flatboats were screeching; some had even begun to draw knives. The army had lost its order and hadn’t established a blockade in so long.
George said:
“I sense a chaotic force disrupting people’s hearts, but it has made my rescue much less challenging.”
Jima quickly changed the subject:
“Don’t change the topic. George, how many girlfriends do you have? Just to clarify, I don’t mean it that way.”
George was confused:
“What do you mean?”
Jima felt it hard to speak but considered that when talking to a dense saint, she had to be straightforward:
“I mean in a romantic sense.”
George replied:
“Sometimes I think, it wouldn’t be impossible for us to be friends.”
Oh my, he really is craving my body, wanting to get with me. What to do? Don’t mention revenge; most likely, I haven’t even achieved that and have…
Thinking about this, Jima tightened her tail, shrank her bottom, and felt a chill run down her back.
George continued:
“I don’t have many girlfriends, just eight.”
“Eight?”
“Aunt Rhine, she liked to tell me stories when she was little. And Aunt Susan…”
Didn’t see it coming; you actually like older women, brave one.
Jima widened her golden eyes, looking at George as if discovering a new continent.
“… Frostleaf counts too, though she has the foul temper of an elf, she’s quite loyal and worth trusting with your back. And Jenna, though she gives off a distant vibe, she actually cares about her friends and is a kind-hearted servant of the gods.”
Hearing this, Jima realized that George meant female friends when he talked about girlfriends. She breathed a sigh of relief and corrected him:
“Wait, the girlfriends I mean refer to romantic partners.”
“None.”
“Isn’t Jenna one?”
“Ah? Our friendship is very pure. However, it’s not your fault; many people have misunderstood before. Once Jenna realized this, she deliberately sought me out in public, and the number of people asking reduced. I hope some rumors won’t hinder her from finding her true love.”
Jima looked at George with sympathetic eyes, realizing he missed out on the beautiful and charming saintess.
I’m really so happy!
As the saying goes, when God closes one door, He opens a window. Thankfully, George has a wooden personality; otherwise, he would have been embraced by beauties and had a multitude of lovers. If that were the case… if I were killed by my enemy, losing my harem, losing my little brother, having to witness my enemy surrounded by their lovers, I would probably die of jealousy.
Jima’s mood improved significantly, and she even began to consider using the misunderstanding between the saintess and the hero to create trouble, getting the innocent virgin’s childhood friend saintess into her bed, giving him a green hat to wear.
Just imagining a NTR (Netorare) scenario made Jima happy enough that she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh.
“Blessed by the God of Dawn, seeing you smile so happily puts me at ease.”
Hehe, I can still smile in front of you while you know nothing.
Jima composed her expression and said, “Right, to ensure I could fetch a good price, he won’t even let me see any man.”
At that moment, the heavenly warhorse leapt out of the water and onto the shore. The white light on George extinguished, and Jima jumped out of his arms, turning to look back at the round lake. What had just been bustling with festive spirit had now turned into a bloody arena. People kept being pushed off the floating spectator platform, and the army was in a complete mess, unable to organize a pursuit.
We made it out.
Jima felt as if she was in a dream. She thought it would be difficult, with many twists and turns. For example, the good-hearted benefactor who was knocked down suddenly pulling out a rare treasure and making George retreat step by step, only for George to pull out a treasure and turn the tide.
As expected, I was right. I accurately identified that the innocent virgin was a highly useful tool.
Jima handed the sword to George, put her hands on her hips, and admired the chaos she had created.
George’s voice became serious:
“Jima, all this disaster was caused by you, right? People suddenly started to attack each other, and order has collapsed.”
Jima turned her head, expressionless, and said:
“Yes, it was me.”
At this moment, a flame suddenly rose in the distant riverway, spreading along the waterway. The flickering firelight illuminated Jima’s profile; her once cute face was now filled with coldness.
“Do you know what consequences this will bring?”
“Of course I know. Heh, to be honest, it’s better than I imagined.”
Behind her, by the burning river, a group of shadowy thieves with light crossbows appeared on the rooftops, shouting: “Rob the f***ers, burn the f***ers, f*** them!” They began shooting at the soldiers on the flatboats in the waterway.
George said:
“Jima! You shouldn’t act this way.”
“Why not?” Jima retorted, “The benefactor only wants to sell me at a good price, and he wants to brainwash me with a slave contract, making me view one of those fat, greasy, vomit-inducing guests as you! That way, I would wholeheartedly serve the new master. If I want to escape, I can only create chaos. What’s wrong with that? Can you honestly say that if I hadn’t created this chaos, you’d have saved me so easily?”
“No matter what, I would come to save you. Your freedom shouldn’t be built on the blood of others.”
“Whether others live or die is none of my business.”
George sighed, disappointment evident:
“Jima… I shouldn’t have expected you to care about innocent people.”
Jima was irritable, her tail curling tighter as she crossed her arms and said:
“Yes, that’s right. I’m the evil girl, cold-hearted, bloodthirsty, and cunning. You can use your sword to behead me, eliminate evil.”
She turned her head away, not looking at George, puzzled as to why she was so angry.
She had never been this furious before.
Back in the day, how many maids accused her of being a bad egg? But at that time, Jima didn’t feel angry at all. Instead, she smiled and said, “Thank you for the compliment.”
George said:
“Now, can you stop your abilities? Someone is using this chaos to set fires all around.”
As soon as he finished, another waterway leading to the round lake ignited fiercely, with someone pouring oil on the water. Not only that, distant orange flames illuminated the entire dark city. Sounds of breaking and shouting echoed from afar.
The Shadow King is moving.
Jima listened to George’s words. She raised her eyes to the night sky, and upon unlocking her “Desire Eyes,” the entire city appeared to be burning brightly. The swirling vortex made of seven-colored clouds spun rapidly above the city, its colors so vibrant it seemed like it was on fire. It was even larger and more terrifying than what she had seen earlier.
Jima extended her hand, attempting to stop it. She felt as if she were trying to stop a tank’s steel treads with a dry twig.
Jima said, “I can’t do it; I can’t stop. I feel like a child playing with fire, igniting a mountain fire.”
George remained silent, taking a scroll from his waist pouch and handing it to Jima.
Jima asked: “You’re not going to make me copy a book on-site to purify my mind, are you?”
“No, this is a teleportation scroll. It will randomly transport you to solid ground about twenty miles away. Now, you should have the ability to protect yourself.”
Jima took the scroll, and then she saw George pull out a short bronze sword, handing it to her.
Jima said:
“I already have a dagger. It would be more convenient for suicide.”
George didn’t understand humor and patiently explained:
“This is the Oath-Breaking Sword. It can break the slave contract binding you. To use it, hold it, and you can see the energy solid within you; stabbing the sword into your skin will dispel the energy and eliminate the contract… Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
George turned around, drew the sword, and tugged at the warhorse’s reins, walking away from Jima.
Jima froze for a few seconds before realizing she had been abandoned. She hurried to catch up, asking:
“What are you going to do?”
“Reestablish order, save people.”
“Save people?”
“Yes.”
George said, tugging at the warhorse’s reins, walking into the now blazing city.
