Chapter 84 Chapter 85 The Flower Fairy
Jima flapped her wings in the dream and suddenly recalled that she hadn’t planned on staying to talk with George. How did she end up deciding to stay after a moment of impulse?
Jima spoke to herself, “It must be because my body is young and full of hormones, causing me to be impulsive.”
Having said that, she passed through the wall and entered Drew’s room.
Drew’s room was located on the third floor of the castle, occupying half of the floor. He usually liked to inspect the guards in the morning and then spent the afternoons and evenings in his dark room. No one was qualified to enter his room; even the servants delivering meals left the trays five steps away from the door.
This was the information Jima had gathered over the past few days.
As she passed through the door to Drew’s room, she immediately sensed something was wrong. The room was pitch black, and a breeze swept past her ears.
Jima stopped and listened carefully. The wind carried indistinct murmurs, as if everyone in the room was whispering.
The power of the enemy’s lies? How could it take effect at this moment?
Jima’s alertness soared. She looked at the hazy dream balloon above Drew’s bed, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch it.
Everything around her immediately turned gray, and she entered Drew’s dream. Jima activated her “Twist Dream” ability, her will extending like tentacles into the corners of Drew’s dream, digging up his deeply etched memories.
The environment changed once again.
In Drew’s room, the walls were constructed of bluish-gray stone bricks, and the fire in the fireplace was burning. It was clearly spring, yet Drew was roasting himself by the fire.
“My lord, not only are the farmers outside, but the soldiers are also saying you went to the cemetery at midnight to bite the necks of living people.”
“Nonsense! I didn’t go anywhere last night!” Drew stood up and shouted, completely oblivious to the black-haired girl standing before him, “Those ungrateful farmers! I protected them when they came to the city, and this is how they treat me?!”
Jima looked at his face; it still had a bit of color, and the bruises around his eyes had faded somewhat.
The servant, frightened, took a step back.
“What’s wrong? Are you also afraid that I’ll bite your neck?”
“N-No, my lord,” the servant said, hanging his head, “The soldiers say you are not actively engaging the enemy and are allowing the green skins to ravage your territory.”
“I have other plans. Tell them that as long as we hold this city for twenty days, that will be enough.” Drew said, “Also, send a messenger for reinforcements. I need support.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Then hurry up and get out!”
The servant turned and hurriedly left, almost fleeing.
Drew coldly watched his back disappear behind the closed door.
The sound of the door closing echoed in the entire room as Drew weakly sat down in a chair, letting out a sigh while propping his chin with his hand.
A clear, spring-like female voice appeared in the room: “My lord, I hear your sighs again.”
Jima turned to look, and saw a golden-haired beauty filled with the essence of nature emerging from a pale green mist. She was dressed in leaves that covered her alluring mature form, her silver hair flowing to her waist, suspended in the air, and she wore a wreath of wildflowers on her head. A pair of watery blue eyes filled with sympathy gazed at him.
Drew’s eyes instantly brightened, and he straightened up, stammering, “Lady Flower Fairy, you are right; those people won’t appreciate me at all.”
“Alas, poor lord, diligently looking after your subjects yet…” The Flower Fairy lowered her head slightly, her eyes moistening, almost on the verge of tears for Drew’s unfair treatment, “In this topsy-turvy world, there is no room for good people. Reinforcements will not come; the other lords nearby will not come to your aid.”
“Aren’t they all cowards? For the sake of the Lady of the Lake, someone will surely come to rescue us,” Drew said, but his voice was very low.
The Flower Fairy shook her head and said, “Nowadays, knights and lords like you—honorable and brave—are scarcer than pearls the size of a fist, and that is why I came to find you.”
Hearing the Flower Fairy’s praise, Drew’s back straightened even more, and his eyes shone brightly at her.
Jima scoffed, “Men, a few compliments from a beautiful woman make their tails almost wagging in the air.”
Drew asked, “Lady Flower Fairy, how long will it take to drive away the green skins?”
“Not optimistic. The necromancer has been obstructing me.” The Flower Fairy said, “You must concentrate all your power on the city and not give the necromancer a chance to take advantage. Also, have you thought about that matter?”
“But that is my family heirloom,” Drew hesitated, “I would be very happy to present it to my future wife.”
The Flower Fairy gazed at him tenderly and said, “But in the short term, I have no physical form and cannot be with you for life. I really need it.”
Drew’s lips trembled with excitement, his hands shaking, yet he said, “Let me think it over. That’s my family’s honor.”
The Flower Fairy expressed disappointment and said, “I heard from the birds in the forest that a righteous paladin and a female priest from the Holy Church have come, along with a remarkable young girl, their average levels between platinum and gold.”
Drew sighed with relief, “Finally, reinforcements have arrived.”
The Flower Fairy shook her head and said, “My dear lord, I heard they have come to purify the corruption of vampires. When they see you, they will surely purify you as well.”
“How dare they lay hands on a lord?!”
“The Holy Church has always been ruthless, and I have seen much of it.” The Flower Fairy said, “They will not attack you directly, but will find you an heir, supporting the heir to the throne while conveniently burning you. I’m afraid that by then, I won’t see you anymore.”
“I need to strike first; no, no, I cannot afford to offend the Holy Church,” Drew clutched his head with both hands, “I need to drive them away, yes, drive them away.”
The Flower Fairy sighed and said, “If you can hold on until I regain my physical form, I can cure your illness, but the Holy Church won’t let you live that long. Think carefully, my dear.”
After she said this, her form gradually began to disappear.
Leaving Drew alone, slumped in the chair.
“If she is really a Flower Fairy, I will strip down tonight and sneak into George’s bed,” Jima said. “I dare say, the vampire disease on Drew was caused entirely by the Flower Fairy.”
Jima turned and disappeared into Drew’s dream. Hesitating for a moment, she chose not to return directly to the dream, but to reality.
She tore through the invisible barrier between dream and reality, feeling as if she was tearing open a cocoon.
The air, cold and tinged with a metallic scent, hit her face as Jima appeared in midair in Drew’s room. She landed silently like a cat, and alertly turned her head to look at Drew on the bed.
His eyelids were twitching, as if suffering from sleep paralysis, and above his head hung a dreamcatcher.
Jima quickly ran to the corner of the wall, activated her “Chameleon” ability, feeling goosebumps all over her body, her slender figure disappearing into the corner of the wall.
Drew suddenly sat up in bed, breathing heavily. He swiftly grabbed the dreamcatcher, and in the faint moonlight coming from the window, he could see that the dreamcatcher had a hole in it.
A look of terror appeared on Drew’s face, the dark circles around his eyes becoming even more pronounced. He jumped out of bed, pulled out a green twig from underneath the bed, and snapped it forcefully.
In the light of the moon filtering into the room, wisps of green mist began to swirl, and a stunning female figure appeared in the mist—it was indeed the Flower Fairy, crowned with flowers.
Drew looked as if he had seen a savior and said, “You were right; someone has intruded into my dreams.”
“My lord, your secret has been discovered,” the Flower Fairy said. “George, that brave man who despises evil, is surely preparing to behead you, just as he did with the Demon King.”
“I should have listened to you,” Drew pleaded. “Is it too late to escape now?”
The Flower Fairy countered, “My lord, will you just hand over your estate, your family’s legacy, to the brave one? This is your family’s territory for generations.”
Drew paused, snapped back from his panic, and gritted his teeth, “I will make him pay. He uses the pretense of fighting the green skins to seize my power.”
“Indeed. I told you, dear, he suggested attacking the green skins as an excuse to take away your elite guards. If you engage in battle with him, he will kill you in the chaos and frame the orcs for it. This is why they brought a lying succubus with them.” The Flower Fairy said, “This way, the power grab won’t cause a stir. You need to act first.”
“Maybe we should escape to the forest together,” Drew hesitated, “Attacking George is not that I fear; he has devoured so many resources from the Holy Church that he can kill me by brute force.”
“Before we leave, you can issue an order to your troops to execute George.”
“But that would lead to the fall of this city.”
“You love the farmers in the city, but do they love you?”
Drew shook his head, saying, “You make a valid point.”
Jima coldly smiled inside, this man truly has no self-awareness.
Foolish enough to allow the green skins to run rampant in the countryside, watching the green skins merge into a warband, while food fills the warehouses yet starving people litter the streets outside. He trapped himself in the city, subject to criticism from many.
A complete liability; if George had killed him on sight, there wouldn’t be so many complications.
The Flower Fairy gently parted her red lips, “The ritual is about to succeed; it just lacks that. Once I heal your illness and drive off the green skins, all the honor will belong to you, and the world will see the hypocrisy and recklessness of the brave George.”
“That bastard who plays double standards and keeps a succubus.” Drew said, “Dear, I will give it to you right away.”
Jima held her breath for a moment.
The mastermind, the Flower Fairy, had set up such a big scheme; whatever she sought must be very useful to her. She must not be allowed to get Drew’s family heirloom.
Jima tightened her grip on the glass ball and waited quietly.
Drew pushed the bed aside, knelt halfway, and pressed his palm against a certain brick.
The brick gradually opened, and a faint blue light illuminated his face. Drew pulled out a necklace made of dragon teeth, proudly declaring, “The Dragon Tooth Necklace, proof of my ancestor’s bravery.”
The Flower Fairy’s face blossomed with a wide smile, “Very good, today brings double rewards.”
“Double rewards?”
Jima’s heart tightened; she saw the Flower Fairy suddenly turn her head to look towards Jima’s position and say, “Jima, you are hiding there, right? The mist has already touched you.”
Having said that, she raised her hand, and a series of thorns shot toward Jima’s position.
Jima had already rolled to the side, dodging the attack, her figure appearing in the air as she threw the glass ball at the sword-drawing Drew.
“Bang!”
A surge of bright light erupted.
The Flower Fairy’s laughter echoed throughout the room: “I have long set up a barrier; not even a dragon rolling around here would alert the outside world.”
