Chapter 64: The Fire-Stirring Jima
Twenty-one minutes later.
In the Dream Palace, Jima sat on a branch laden with red fruits, holding a pen and writing on paper, with an orange cat curled up on her lap.
Below her, on a clearing in the forest, lay over thirty black coffins, each adorned with a golden sun emblem on the lid. Chilling air continuously seeped from under the coffin lids, a feature of the coffins’ inherent “refrigeration” magic.
No one wanted the bodies to decompose midway due to the heat. Anyway, this was all a “fantasy” of Jima’s, cost-free, with as high specifications as she could dream up.
In such a small place, Jima spared no effort to please everyone.
With a spark of inspiration, Jima looked up to see a guest arriving as invited. She subtly channeled her magic to change the location of the guest’s appearance.
As her thoughts flowed, a hazy figure appeared in front of the cluster of coffins, and in less than a second, the figure’s color deepened. Saintess Jenna materialized, dressed in a plain white robe, with a white cloth covering her golden long hair and a silver “Perfection Necklace” around her neck, exuding an air of high elegance.
With one hand resting on a black coffin, Jenna’s expression was solemn.
Compared to her earlier appearance in pajamas, she now bore a certain distance.
Jima understood that this was her way of showing respect to the deceased.
“So many sacrifices… Thank you, Jima, at least you have provided them with a better afterlife.”
Jima jumped down from the tree. “It was just a small favor.”
“Meow!”
Poor Lianxi slipped off Jima’s lap and woke up from her dream, tumbling to the ground. Luckily, a cloud below caught the cat. She lifted her head from the cloud and looked at Jima, meowing, “Master is so kind.”
Jima walked between the coffins toward Saintess Jenna and said, “Anyway, I just need to transport them to the sanctuary; the only risk is that the sanctuary guards might not follow protocol and attack me on sight.”
“The sanctuary is too harsh and unfair to you,” Jenna shook her head, “You’re not as bad as they imagine.”
Sure enough, those who are big-breasted and clueless are easy to deceive.
Jima shrugged and replied, “I’ve gotten used to it.”
“Now take me to the real world, the wounded are bleeding continuously.”
“Hmm.”
Jima stretched out her hands, tracing circles in the air, wisps of mist emanating from her fingertips. The concentric circles of mist gradually formed a shape resembling the eye of a typhoon, about the size of a basketball, growing larger as Jima continued to draw.
“Many people are waiting for you,” Jima casually mentioned, “including an old friend of yours; she’s injured too.”
In the common language, her speech was different from his.
“Her?”
“Yes. As you know, we have the advantage of strong warriors and must defeat the enemy’s morale by cutting down their commanders; we need to storm into their ranks together,” Jima spread her wings, “I can fly and turn invisible, and my new ability is harvesting, so I’ve been on standby in the air, very safe.”
Saintess Jenna listened earnestly.
Noticing this, Jima felt reassured to keep stoking the flames.
“But ground combat is very difficult; the enemy has a large number of horned beasts blocking our way. They are armored and stand almost as high as a building. Even if George is valiant, carving out a bloody path is no small challenge. Luckily, she is there; they cover for each other and work in perfect harmony. In the end, to allow George to rush to the enemy general, she stayed back, surrounded, and was injured quite badly…”
“Eve Frostleaf?”
Jima nodded:
“I saw everything clearly from the air, their cooperation is truly remarkable, it’s as if they’ve trained together a thousand times.”
“Previously, they teamed up to attack a full squad of beastmen, and their coordination was also outstanding.”
“… Yes, to prevent being caught by the beastmen’s mobile units, they hid in my Dream Palace, concealing their real bodies. The conditions were extremely tough; they had to dig a small hole that could barely fit two people. Although they took off their armor before crawling in, the hole was so small that they were almost nose to nose, chest to chest inside.”
“They truly had a hard time.”
Jenna, holding the silver emblem in her hand to pray for the fallen, listened to Jima’s words, and for some reason, her grip tightened.
Jima felt a surge of joy.
It seemed that Eve Frostleaf’s relationship with Saintess Jenna wasn’t very good either. Her efforts to stoke the flames had succeeded. Hehe, George, you think you can learn from me to have a harem? Dream on; this time I’ll turn your harem into a great firestorm.
“By the way, although Sister Frostleaf always puts on a cold face and is taciturn, she communicates with hand gestures. I am almost picking up her sign language.”
Saintess Jenna said, “High elves tend to be proud inside.”
“But she actually seems quite nice. I had planned to share a tent with George, but she offered me her wide and clean tent,” Jima said, “Her voice is also lovely, especially when she talks to George; she’s quite chatty then.”
This segment clearly indicated that Eve Frostleaf had feelings for George, which was indeed a fact.
Saintess Jenna expressed her displeasure, saying, “Jima… don’t call Eve Frostleaf ‘sister’ from now on.”
“Why not?”
“You’re almost as tall as her now,” Saintess Jenna replied, “Plus, you were the one who came first.”
“Came first?”
“She is jealous of you,” Jenna said, “I can see right through it; you’re still a succubus.”
Of course, I know that. Isn’t that why I’m stirring the pot?
“Oh? Is that so?” Jima pretended to be slightly surprised, shrugging nonchalantly, “Whatever.”
“Why?”
“She’s still a good person; she wouldn’t attack me quietly,” Jima said. “Anyway, I don’t expect to marry George; a memorable romantic experience is enough. At least I want to be intimate with George; she can’t interfere with that, right?”
Saintess Jenna looked at Jima sympathetically, saying, “Jima… we agreed to stick together—”
“Life has to be realistic,” Jima replied. “Think about it. If George were to publicly marry me, a succubus, people would surely oppose it. Although they might not have the courage or ability to block the wedding carriage and drag me to a pyre, there would undoubtedly be rumors about George. I don’t want to ruin George’s future.”
“But if it’s an elf? People would actually be happy. Human men would think George has brought honor to humanity by marrying a high-status elf.”
At this point, Jima suppressed her tear ducts and moistened her eyes. Ever since she leveled up, she could cry as much as she wanted without having to brew any emotions.
She instinctively raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, putting on a forced smile, and said, “Sorry. The flowers are blooming, and the pollen got in my eyes.”
“Jima,” Saintess Jenna, feeling a sense of justice, said, “Even I can see that you’re very sad; don’t overthink it; you still have love.”
At this moment, Saintess Jenna discarded her knowledge about how succubi excel in deception and acting.
“How can we allow Eve Frostleaf to bully you so arrogantly?”
Jima replied, “She’s very beautiful, with long legs, and just right.”
“Don’t worry! I will help you teach that fickle George a lesson,” Saintess Jenna took on the demeanor of a “primary queen,” “and I will also deal with Eve Frostleaf.”
“No need to punish George for me.” If he asks me about this, wouldn’t that expose me?
“Jima, you truly love George, yet he doesn’t appreciate it.”
“No, really, you shouldn’t; promise me, Sister Jenna.”
“Alright.”
At this moment, an entrance to the Dream Palace began to take shape.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ll back you up, but it will have to wait until the wounded are treated,” Saintess Jenna bravely stepped toward the entrance to the Dream Palace and said, “I want to see how Eve Frostleaf bullies you while I’m present.”
“Sister Jenna…”
Jima looked at Jenna’s back, revealing a sly smile.
If it were merely out of jealousy, Jenna wouldn’t fight with Eve Frostleaf. But if given a noble cause, that might be another story.
