Chapter 257 Chapter 254: Flat A (Part 1)
An invisible hand grabbed Eve Frostleaf’s heart, and with every step she took closer to George, it pulled harder, making her heart struggle to beat. The more this happened, the more she worked to maintain the pride on her face.
Stepping onto the poorly crafted steps made by humans, she walked up one by one, each step feeling so long, her mind involuntarily recalling the envelope she received the day before yesterday.
It was a reply from her biological father.
Several days earlier, using the mysterious and profound magic of the elves, Eve Frostleaf had written a letter to her mother and father. Through allusions and implied meanings, she had hypothetically explored what would happen if an elven noble lady secretly married a powerful, intelligent, but unfortunately human man.
Yesterday, she received her father’s letter.
The content of the letter was straightforward and simple, unlike typical elven correspondence.
“Come back quickly; I am on my way to the port of the lower races.”
Eve Frostleaf had a sleepless night.
The more straightforward and direct the wording, the more it often signified something terrifying. That was, the elves were angry enough not to maintain any facade of decorum.
Historically, when the high elves declared war on the dark elves, their declaration was very straightforward. The same applied when declaring war on the demon races.
She closed her eyes, and an image arose before her. Her father—Guardian Osuan, was wielding the Crimson Flame Sword, clad in dragon armor, riding a dragon ship full of sea warriors, charging inexorably forward.
This did not come as a surprise to Eve Frostleaf.
Even she sometimes doubted herself, feeling that her inner self had twisted, forsaking her dignity to write such a letter to her parents for George.
But just the thought of possibly never seeing George again, of being completely separated, of her world forever lacking him… she felt she was going mad.
There was only one solution: elopement.
The strong have the right and ability to decide their own destiny.
Even if in the future, she would not see the beautiful elven cities and had to endure human backwardness, the foul-smelling streets, rough handmade goods, flawed arrows, bad wine, and unbearably boring operas…
But she had come to terms with it.
However, having come to this realization was not enough; it depended on whether George had realized it too.
In an instant, the proud Eve Frostleaf felt a surge of indignation for herself.
Why was it that she was the first to realize and actively sought out George? He was clearly just a short-lived being; it should have been him taking the initiative, even if it meant being forceful about it.
At that moment, a captivating gaze fell upon her.
Eve Frostleaf didn’t even look over; she merely glanced slightly, her eyes shooting out a sharp glance as piercing as an arrow, causing the other person to flinch, retracting their gaze.
Then, Eve Frostleaf lifted her foot and easily leaped three steps.
“Frostleaf?”
Coming down the corner was none other than the dark-haired succubus, along with George, clad in full Gothic armor.
Eve Frostleaf’s long ears, which had been slightly drooping, immediately straightened up. Not only was George in front of her, but more importantly, the succubus Jima was very good at reading people’s micro-expressions and had an incredibly thick skin—she was the thickest-skinned person Eve had ever encountered.
Her piercing glare, always effective, had absolutely no effect on Jima, as if it were an arrow shot against a fortress wall.
Jima’s dark, glimmering eyes swept over Eve Frostleaf from bottom to top.
She must have discovered something, for when her gaze fell on Eve’s face, the pair of black eyes on her innocent face sparkled mischievously, the corners of her mouth lifted, revealing little fangs, and her right hand lightly pressed against her red lips.
Her smile was innocent, almost childlike.
But Eve Frostleaf knew this was just a trick of the succubus; men were the weakest to such tactics. She must have sensed something and was plotting something bad; please, don’t say it out loud and make me embarrassed.
“Good afternoon, I’m so happy to see you,” Jima waved her hand, her gaze sweeping over Eve Frostleaf’s long legs. “Is Frostleaf still mad at me?”
Eve Frostleaf felt a surge of nervousness, but the more that happened, the cooler she became.
“No.”
“Then you must have something on your mind; you look strange.”
Eve Frostleaf’s internal alarms went off; this succubus must have noticed something. She wanted her to spill her “troubles.”
How could she let anyone else hear about this?
Eve Frostleaf looked at George, his azure eyes making her even more anxious, so she couldn’t help but raise her chin and say coolly, “George, I have something I want to discuss with you privately.”
“What is it?”
“It must be just the two of us talking.”
“Oh~~~” Jima said with a mischievous smile, tilting her head and emitting a meaningful sound, as if she had discovered some enormous secret.
George looked at Jima with confusion.
Eve Frostleaf crossed her arms, her expression increasingly cold and aloof.
It was as though Jima was doing something incredibly boring.
“Jima, what do you want now?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying.”
“Well, there’s no way around it. I can only say it to satisfy your curiosity.”
No, please don’t do this!
Jima’s black eyes gleamed with excitement, glancing at Eve Frostleaf, who looked at her dismissively while trying hard to shoot icy glares at Jima.
As expected, it had no effect whatsoever.
“I was thinking about bedroom matters,” the succubus Jima said with a pure face but a flowery expression while saying incredibly vulgar words, “After this battle, we should have a good gathering in the palace; it’s been a long time since we’ve met frankly like this.”
“Jima, why are you suddenly bringing this up?”
Jima swayed her tail and patted George’s shoulder, saying, “You should feel lucky to have married me. Besides, if we don’t gather more, how will we know if we can be happy after marriage? That’s it, bye!”
With that, Jima jumped and skipped down the steps.
George, feeling awkward, said to Eve Frostleaf, “I’m sorry for that.”
She meant the kind of thing they did together, how dirty… everyone’s sweat and bodily fluids mixing together.
However, Eve Frostleaf felt a strange anticipation, the toes of her deerskin boots rubbing against the clean white silk.
Eve Frostleaf said, “She is a succubus.”
Below, Jima suddenly stretched her head out and said, “Prop item competition!”
George’s face turned red, and he raised his hand in a fist, shaking it at Jima.
Jima stuck out her nimble pink tongue, waved it at him a few times, then withdrew her head, her swaying tail tucking back in as well.
Eve Frostleaf felt her ears turn slightly red, whispering a vulgarity in elvish.
“Ahem, Jima sometimes really gets her wires crossed,” George said. “To put it bluntly, it seems like it’s always springtime for her.”
If only I could be as straightforward as her.
Eve Frostleaf lowered her voice and said, “You have to promise me about this matter; you can’t tell a third party.”
“Well, it depends on whether this secret itself will affect others.”
“Private matter.”
“Okay.”
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Writing this kind of plot is indeed my weakness; it’s really difficult. Today, I owe a thousand words. With this month’s four missed updates, I owe a total of thirteen thousand words. I believe I can make it up; this is a man’s promise.
