Chapter 164 Chapter 163 Fire Extinguishing Master
The knights’ prayers before the statue of the goddess in the lake were answered; water splashed from the Holy Grail, turning into glimmering points. The goddess’s blessing generously fell once more upon the people of Bartow.
The ceremony was nearing its end, and the knights who had not yet asked the lady for a favor began to take action.
Jima, invisible, hid to the side, watching George.
He looked left and right; nearby knights either had a favor around their sword hilts or were requesting blessings from the beautiful lady—many married noblewomen were also willing to give their blessings.
At that moment, George appeared particularly out of place.
George looked around and asked, “Where’s Jima? Why hasn’t she come? Could something have happened?”
Just then, Duke Casson approached and asked, “Dragon-slaying George, are you looking for a beautiful lady’s blessing?”
“Me?”
Duke Casson smiled and glanced at Eve Frostleaf, who stood more upright than a flagpole beside George.
Eve Frostleaf slightly moved her pinky, conjuring up a gust of wind that blew through her silver hair, and the sky-blue bow delicately brushed against George’s shoulder plate.
Hurry up, hurry up.
Both the succubus and the elf murmured to themselves.
Jima could hardly contain herself, bending slightly, holding her breath, her eyes fixed upon George, like a hunting dog ready to pounce.
As soon as George pulled, she would immediately bring Jenna over.
In this moment of crisis, the elven maid stepped forward, first letting out a cold laugh and saying, “Hmph, humans with their boring, vulgar customs. George is already a married man; are you encouraging him to cheat?”
“Knights asking ladies for blessings embodies the spirit of chivalry, which is beautiful and pure,” Duke Casson said seriously. “Elf, if you insult chivalry again, only a duel awaits you.”
The elven maid let out a few more cold laughs, slightly tilting her chin to show her disdain for Duke Casson. But that was all, for the knights of Bartow would truly duel for chivalry.
She didn’t want to get killed today.
The wind picked up, the sky-blue bow flapping against George’s shoulder plate.
George remarked, “The wind is really strong today.”
After saying that, his azure eyes turned toward Eve Frostleaf, who met his gaze with her green eyes.
As a woman, Jima could clearly sense that the iceberg that was Eve Frostleaf was beginning to melt. The indifference on her face cracked open with a sound, and numerous seams appeared, water gushing out from the cracks.
Jima couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”
At that moment, a flash of light suddenly illuminated Jima.
The golden-haired beauty raised her hand and shouted, “Who dares to hide in the darkness within the goddess’s holy land?”
Jima’s figure was immediately outlined in the air, and the next moment, various helmets—some with ape faces, some with dog faces, and others resembling Shallyr—turned to look at Jima, and the knights’ swords were almost simultaneously drawn.
Only then did Jima realize she had been careless. Being invisible before the temple and recklessly using her extraordinary powers would eventually attract the attention of the divine.
The knights, upon seeing the horns on Jima’s head and the tail behind her, felt an intense desire to battle while being astonished by her beauty and charm.
“Beastman spawn!”
“Offer her to the goddess!”
“Lady, please hide behind me.”
In an instant, the scene fell into chaos, sharp blades surrounding Jima from all directions.
“Wait, she’s not your enemy.”
George squeezed through the eager knights, raising his hands and shouting, “She is Jima, our comrade.”
“What is she hiding for?”
George looked at Jima.
Jima shrugged, “For fun.”
George turned back and said, “She thinks it’s fun.”
His words were full of credibility, and as if on instinct, the knights believed George’s truth and sheathed their swords.
“Jima, why did you come back so late? What were you up to?”
Jima replied, “I’m not telling you.”
With that, she unhappily kicked a small stone on the ground, realizing she was going to miss the exciting scene of women fighting, and sighed heavily.
At this moment, Eve Frostleaf walked over.
Perhaps there was still a twist in the situation.
Both women thought at the same time.
Jima said, “I’m here now; I have something to take care of, so I’ll leave first. We’ll see each other tonight.”
With that, she yawned and stretched her wings, a side effect of excessive magic consumption in a short time.
As long as she left quickly, George wouldn’t dare ask the elven maid for a favor, right?
Thinking of this, Jima couldn’t help but cover her mouth as she chuckled softly.
“Hmm.”
Eve Frostleaf gently flicked her silver hair behind her long ears, secretly creating wind to blow the sky-blue bow.
Suddenly, a hand patted Jima on the shoulder.
“One more thing.”
Joyful Jima’s heart sank.
Could it be that this scoundrel had seen through her flaw?
Jima instinctively shrank down, turned her head, and tried hard to show a radiant smile to the sunlight: “What is it?”
Not far away, a knight, staring at her, didn’t notice his lady angrily untying the favor from his sword hilt and striding away.
George hugged Jima and said, “Thanks for what happened this morning.”
With that, he released his hold.
“Oh, what can I say? It’s not my fault I care about my son,” Jima waved her hand. A gust blew, causing her hair to brush against her snow-white neck.
Jima, accustomed to tucking her loose strands behind her neck, found her fingertips didn’t touch her own favor.
Wait a minute, where is my favor?
Only then did Jima realize that George was seriously tying his black favor around the hilt of his sword.
He looked up at Jima and said, “Now it looks beautiful.”
Jima’s face turned extremely hot, and her mind went blank.
By the time she came back to her senses, she was already riding a chestnut mare, the bugler blowing the horn for departure, the warhorse taking the first step on the march.
It was too late; the ceremony was over, and in the end, George even untied his own favor.
A chill ran through, penetrating to the bone.
Without even looking, Jima knew it was certainly Eve Frostleaf’s doing.
Not far away, the elven maid quietly gave Jima this “reliable” ally a thumbs-up.
In her view, Jima’s timing was perfect; in front of Lady Frostleaf, she had grotesquely snatched away the favor that should have belonged to her. This cunning, this restraint, was worthy of a succubus.
It shouldn’t have been like this… By the way, why am I blushing?
Jima shook her head.
But it was just tying a favor; what’s the big deal about using femininity to bind an impulsive knight? It was merely a tactic to fool inexperienced girls.
Jima took a deep breath, regaining her composure, her expression returning to normal.
She saw the favor that once adorned her head was now on George’s giant sword hilt, fluttering like various banners.
Jima’s face flushed again; she was so embarrassed that she covered her face with her hands. After a long time, she barely got used to a big man tying her favor to his sword hilt.
Ah, it felt just like undressing her black stockings and tying them to his lance.
This feeling lasted until noon when the army stopped to rest.
Jima’s mind returned to a normal state.
“I feel like I’ve forgotten something? But I didn’t take notes; forget it, let’s eat first.”
Jima took out a large pancake and took a big bite.
At this moment, in the Dream Palace.
Jenna was pacing through the hall: “Did something happen to them? Why haven’t they called for me for so long?”
