Chapter 158 Chapter 159 Love Letter (Part 1)
“You are not a believer of the Holy Hall, and perhaps you are not called Xiao Qiao. Excuse me.”
After Young Master Iss threw down this remark, he turned and left.
Jima’s invisible tail under her skirt aimed at Iss’s back and extended a middle finger.
She felt somewhat anxious; Young Master Iss must have investigated her. He was observant and had a good knack for deduction. Unlike Jenna, who could be easily fooled.
With just a few details, he roughly grasped the truth of the matter.
Indeed, at the clothing store, Jima could have prevented the mob from tearing her skirt, but she did not intervene; instead, she watched Xiya go up to retrieve the clothes. The more desperate Xiya became, the more Jima relied on herself, and her own interests grew.
So how was her false identity exposed?
Jima contemplated the situation from a hindsight perspective.
Iss must have begun to suspect that she was not innocent from her actions at the clothing store, considering that she had the Holy Hall background and could even claim to be George’s fiancée. Although Jenna had exchanged barbs, she did not refute it.
Coupled with the fact that the hero had brought back a succubus from the Demon Realm, her identity had become obvious.
Jima stretched her legs and felt less tense.
After speculating on Iss’s motives, it seemed he was not the type who liked to suffer losses or was aggressively honest. So he came on purpose to counter her.
However, this counterattack was quite powerless. Her false identity was exposed; all she had to do was deny it. Even if it became public, there was still the Holy Maiden Jenna to vouch for her.
But what Jima did not expect was that within a few days, she encountered an unexpected surprise.
One afternoon while taking a nap, Jima recalled that George had said he wrote a letter to her.
She really did not know what kind of rustic love letter someone like him could write. Thinking about it, he was actually someone who should have no luck with women, not sweet-talking enough, not proactive enough with girls, like a piece of wood that barely moves without a kick.
If it weren’t for the favor of the goddess of fate, he should have been single to this day.
In the flirting domain, Jima would bet anything that she could easily outclass George. If she were George, she would at least have five concubines by now—conservatively estimated: childhood friend Holy Maiden, long-legged elf, young lady from Shalin City, green dragon big sister, succubus slave.
Monday and Friday for two-person activities in bed, Saturday for group activities, and Sunday for a day of rest, achieving a harmonious harem.
With these thoughts, Jima rode her travel horse to Jenna’s residence, but she did not find Jenna.
Jenna’s father, Caslan, requested to talk with Jima.
This middle-aged man had green eyes, was tall and thin, with a red beard. Today, his outfit finally matched his status, dressed in a gold-trimmed robe, with a belt around his waist, sitting in a chair in the living room, casting a stern look at Jima.
Jima smiled and sat down opposite him. As soon as her butt touched the chair, it tilted. Jima quickly regained her balance, shifted a bit in her seat, only to realize one of the chair’s legs was short, and there were no servants bringing desserts or drinks to welcome guests.
The visitor was not friendly.
“Miss Xiao Qiao, good afternoon.” Caslan said with a stern face, “Should I call you… Succubus Jima instead?”
Jima was unwilling to publicly admit that she was a succubus; it would bring her too much trouble, especially with demon hunters being a constant nuisance.
Jima cheerfully replied, “I’m called Xiao Qiao; I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“As Jenna’s father, I feel very saddened.” Caslan’s expression darkened a bit. “She would rather believe you than me. But also… sometimes I hurt her feelings by being too stingy. However, I will never compromise on this matter. She sees you as a good sister, not realizing that this is tantamount to sleeping with a cobra.”
“What are you talking about? I completely don’t understand.”
“You have deceived my daughter and have deceived George. George likes you very much, but don’t think you can become his legitimate wife.” Caslan said, “You are a succubus, destined to live in the shadows as his underground lover. Only my daughter is his one and only lawful wife.”
Jima’s tone turned cold as she said, “The letters George wrote to the succubus are firmly in your hands.”
Otherwise, with Holy Maiden Jenna’s character, she would have certainly passed on the letters George wrote to her.
Caslan neither confirmed nor denied:
“I don’t want to interfere too much in my daughter’s friendship; otherwise, she will misunderstand me even more, even though I am well aware that you do not have good intentions…”
“Bring me the letters.”
“Write a guarantee letter ensuring that you will forever support my daughter’s rightful position as his legitimate wife.”
Jima smiled showing eight teeth and said, “Do you think I can’t get the letters back? Extraordinary beings have many ways.”
“As long as my daughter checks on me every day, whether it’s poison curses, charms, or brainwashing, I am not afraid.” Caslan said, “If this can awaken my daughter and let her see your true nature, then come on.”
“My method is to tell Jenna to come and make a fuss.” Jima propped her chin on her hand, looking at Caslan with interest and said, “Moreover, I could very well write a guarantee letter and then not adhere to it. Are you holding excessively high expectations for my integrity?”
“Succubus, you wouldn’t.” Caslan chuckled, “In my opinion, you are a demon with a lot of self-esteem. If you were to ask my daughter for help, wouldn’t that effectively acknowledge her as the legitimate wife?”
Jima stood up and said, “We’ll see. What’s mine will always be mine.”
After saying that, she walked decisively toward the door.
One step, two steps, three steps.
A sigh from the old father sounded behind Jima.
“The letters are here.”
Jima immediately stopped and emphasized, “Even if it’s just a worthless piece of paper, no one is allowed to take my things. That is my principle.”
As she spoke, she showcased the innate performance talent of a succubus, controlling her steps to appear unhurried and not overly intentional.
It was like bargaining; the more interested one seemed in a product, the more they would be willing to pay.
Caslan pushed a yellowish envelope toward Jima.
The envelope was sealed with a wax stamp, and the symbol of the Holy Hall was embossed on it. The envelope read: To my dear Jima.
Hmph! That idiot promised not to make their relationship public. How could they boldly write “Dear Jima” on the letter? Were they afraid others wouldn’t know?
Jima glanced at the date on the letter; it was over a month old.
“Not just one letter.”
“I want you to fulfill your promise.”
“I don’t remember making any promises to you, mortal.”
“You promised me a bestselling potion.” At this, Caslan couldn’t help but raise an excited eyebrow, “I’ve heard you have a potion that can bring unexpected wealth; getting a thousand gold coins at once.”
“The side effects are significant; I nearly got my leg crushed by a cart.” Jima said, “By the way, Iss’s mother is dead.”
Jima dared to swear with the tip of her tail that her false identity was definitely told to Caslan by that bastard Iss. This guy’s counterattack was indeed precise.
Speaking of which, the hair from Iss that she secretly obtained could come in handy. Should she curse him with bad luck, or say he has a developmental disorder, or perhaps he’d step in dog poop every time he leaves the house?
Caslan was unfazed, his eyes filled with the unique light of gold coins. He leaned forward, hands resting on the table, and said, “It doesn’t matter. I happen to have a batch of unsellable spices; how about we split it 80-20?”
“Hehe.”
“Every time you earn a thousand gold coins, one letter.”
Jima picked up the letter, turned to leave, and as she reached the door, she turned back and said, “Now this is your true intention; you really are a good businessman.”
Caslan returned her a smile showing eight teeth.
“But I refuse.” Jima said, “What I enjoy most is telling people who think too highly of themselves ‘no.’ Don’t forget, I can teleport; why don’t I just go see George directly?”
After that, Jima turned and left.
