Chapter 7 Chapter 8 The Queen of Bad Breath
The Siren was swaying, supported by a giant sea creature, heading west.
The sailors had never seen anything like this and were all crying out in terror.
“By the sea god! Please take away your messenger!”
A little bug was crying with snot running down his face, shouting, “Great sea god! I will never change my faith! Once on land, I will offer you a lamb as a sacrifice!”
“I will never believe a word from a false god! On land, I will sacrifice a cow!”
“I will sacrifice a cow and a sheep! Just let me live!”
Jima looked on disdainfully and said, “A bunch of people scared silly, asking the wrong entities; they should be praying to the high elves’ god.”
George said, “Jima, I completely understand your fear, but I think you can balance yourself and let go, can’t you?”
“Oh.” Jima, with her limbs entangled like an octopus tightly clinging to George, released her grip and stumbled a few steps on the swaying deck to maintain her balance.
The captain of the Siren was so frightened that the black fur on his arms stood up straight; he was nearly crying out, “Sir! The sea monster is about to tear this ship apart! Please, save us!”
As expected of a captain, he immediately sought help from the right person, even though he didn’t fully grasp the situation.
Jima scoffed in her heart.
George’s calm voice came through:
“Don’t worry, Captain; high elves are a civilized race; they should let your ship leave.”
“The monster is tearing this ship apart! You must save us!”
Jima interjected, “If the monster were attacking this ship, the Siren would have long been in two pitiful halves.”
The captain of the Siren nearly howled:
“Then it intends to torment us to death! Otherwise, why wouldn’t they send a messenger?!”
Jima, pained by the howling, cupped one hand over her ear and shouted, “Foolish being, the proud high elves certainly wouldn’t wish to communicate with hairless monkeys!”
The captain of the Siren couldn’t hear anything and pleaded with George, saying,
“I have some wealth; as long as you save me ashore, I’ll donate a quarter! No, half to the temple!”
Jima’s eyes lit up and she said, “It’s a deal! By the way, George, remember to give me one-tenth of the finder’s fee!”
“Jima, don’t say nonsense.” George turned to reassure the captain, “Once I reveal my identity, the high elves will surely communicate with us more gently.”
Jima complained from the side, “That’s great, the temple just lost a huge donation, and a certain poor girl is missing her hard-earned fee.”
George released his grip from the railing. It was hard for him to keep his footing on the swaying deck, so he kicked down forcefully, stepped into the deck to secure himself, then softly prayed, raised his arms, tilted his head back, and suddenly shouted, “Praise the sun!”
A beam of golden sunlight, like a searchlight, fell upon George, illuminating the sun emblem painted in enamel on his chest armor, making it shimmer and appear sacred and majestic.
Even the panicking captain of the Siren couldn’t help but adopt a solemn demeanor.
Only Jima couldn’t help but twitch her lips, covering her mouth and trying to stifle her laughter.
George, praising the sun, gleamed like a lighthouse in the night, shining brilliantly.
The fleet of high elves in the distance must have noticed George. They moved much faster than Jima had expected. It wasn’t long before a chorus of singing reached them; the giant sea creature slowly sank, creating waves that rocked the Siren, but compared to before, it was much more stable.
The sailors collapsed on the deck, patting their chests, as if just having survived a disaster, each quietly thanking the sea god for his mercy.
“Alright.” George extinguished the glow around him and said to the captain, who was standing on one foot, “The high elves will recognize that there is a holy knight of the temple aboard, and they will certainly communicate with us earnestly.”
Jima looked towards the fleet of high elves and said, “The long-ears are moving a bit quickly.”
Several warships, with snow-white triangular sails, swiftly approached the Siren. A huge silver battleship was surrounded by these ships, its hull elegant and entirely silver, with glowing inscriptions inscribed onto its metallic body. It seemed as if this ship had sailed from heaven, not belonging to the mortal realm.
“I wonder which high elf dignitary this is,” George said. “Moving so fast, I suspect they really need a holy knight.”
Jima said, “Great! Soon we’ll meet a bunch of proud long-eared beings.”
The warships surrounded the Siren, and from the silver giant ship descended a giant eagle carrying a high elf noble. The eagle circled three times above the ship, scaring the sailors to scurry into the ship’s hold before it landed on the deck.
The high elf noble, wielding a long spear, leaped down from the eagle. He wore silver-white breastplate armor, with the rest of his body clad in scaled heavy armor, a belt adorned with gems, and his entire body was free of any dirt. As he stepped onto the brownish deck of the Siren, he frowned.
Jima recognized this expression. It was as if one was reluctantly having to face a pile of dung-covered white maggots in a muddy outdoor toilet, exposing one’s rear end.
“The holy knight of the temple is here?” he asked, approaching the captain while holding his spear: “Is it the brave George?”
The captain of the Siren was bewildered and didn’t understand.
Because the high elf spoke in elvish, they scorned the common tongue favored by the hairless monkeys.
Jima replied fluently, with a strong demonic accent, “Here!”
The elven noble walked up to George, finally softening his demeanor and saying, “The queen wishes to see you alone; you must hurry to meet her.”
“Good, but you must promise me not to make things difficult for the people on this ship.”
“Naturally.”
The virgin was actually hooking up with the elven queen. My heavens, she is a married woman!
Jima felt an exhilarating thrill, her gossip instincts flaring up, raising her hand and saying,
“George, I want to go too.”
“Demon?!”
Only then did the elven noble notice Jima’s horns, his grip on the spear tightening.
“She is my attendant,” George said. “She’s not a bad creature, at least not while I’m watching her.”
“Fine.”
The elven noble spoke very quickly, suddenly turning and walking towards the giant eagle.
Jima, holding the giant blade, hurriedly followed George.
The three of them climbed onto the giant eagle, which flapped its wings and left the damp Siren behind. The elven noble showed a look of relief, as if he had finally freed himself from the wretched outdoor toilet.
The giant eagle landed on the silver giant ship, and two armed maidens came forward to search them, confiscating all magical items, extraordinary items, and weapons. After that, they finally stepped onto a red carpet and entered a private meeting room to meet the elven queen, who was lazily reclining on her throne.
She wore an ornate silver robe, sporting the high collar Jima hated the most, had pale skin, a mature figure, and a beautiful face, although her cheekbones were somewhat high.
After George and Jima politely greeted her,
The elven queen pointed at Jima and asked the maidens beside her, “Who is this?”
Jima said in elvish, “My name is Jima, and I am a succubus.”
The elven queen gasped, “This thing can actually speak?”
