Chapter 287: Chapter 285: The Daughter Wants to Get Married
“Sir! Not good.” The elf maid walked slowly to the side of the Osuan guard and whispered, “You should go see Lady Frostleaf.”
“Oh?”
The Osuan guard immediately understood the implication. He quickly walked towards Eve Frostleaf’s room with the elf maid, strolling leisurely as if nothing had happened.
The door opened, revealing an empty room. The dolls that Eve Frostleaf loved were still swaying on the bed, and her armor was draped over a mannequin at the bed’s head, with only a letter on the table.
The Osuan guard opened the letter and glanced at it hastily.
The elf maid took a few glances and saw the words “my love,” “elopement,” and similar phrases, turning pale.
Oh, Lady Frostleaf, you’ve deceived everyone so well, even your father, who did not set any guards to watch over you. Yet, you slipped away secretly for a monkey and ran off to the sea…
Heaven knows how furious Her Majesty the Queen will be.
Instantly, the elf maid felt a bleak future ahead. This situation, which had been a great advantage, had turned upside down on the eve of victory.
The letter in the Osuan guard’s hand was burning, and the flames quickly consumed it; he remained expressionless.
Seeing this, the elf maid felt relieved in her heart. In her opinion, the Osuan guard must be burning with anger and had made up his mind to bring back his daughter, deceived by that monkey, George.
“Send for the Great Archmage, and you tell everyone,” the Osuan guard said. “Due to Eve Frostleaf’s experience in a bloody war, she suffers from post-war syndrome and cannot control herself, so we will first use teleportation to return her to her homeland.”
“Yes, sir,” said the elf maid. “Also, please give me a chance to atone for my sins.”
“What kind of chance?”
The elf maid thought the Osuan guard was playing dumb and decided to be straightforward: “I have let Her Majesty the Queen down. I understand Lady Frostleaf well, and I will definitely be able to persuade her to come back without any confrontation.”
“No need,” the Osuan guard sighed. “Let her go.”
The elf maid’s long ears twitched, doubting she had heard wrong.
The Osuan guard pointed to Eve Frostleaf’s armor and said, “If you must atone for your mistakes, then take this armor and go find her. I worry that she is outside without anyone to serve her and will have trouble taking care of herself.”
“Sir, is that really all?” The elf maid found it hard to accept. “She… she is your… student, the Queen’s most favored maid.”
“When it rains, she has her own long legs. She can go wherever she wants,” the Osuan guard said. “Perhaps a lot of her affection stems from the obstacles posed by me and my kin. After a few years or even a decade, once the novelty wears off, she may become tired of it and come back.”
The elf maid felt like she had been struck by lightning and asked, “What if that monkey acts irresponsibly and gets her pregnant—”
She could hardly imagine the sight of the noble and pure Eve Frostleaf returning with a big belly.
“Is my family so poor that we can’t even afford to raise a baby?”
The Osuan guard turned his head and sternly stared at the elf maid:
“You know there are things that should be said and things that should not be said. Everyone will know that Eve Frostleaf will be in seclusion for a long time, and during this period, it is very normal for her to feel unhappy and travel along the old roads.”
The elf maid understood instantly the meaning of this renowned elven powerhouse, the president of the War Council.
He wanted to clear all obstacles for his daughter to return to her homeland. His support for Eve Frostleaf remained unchanged; she was still the maid on the surface and the princess in secret.
Previously, the elf maid thought the Osuan guard would, for the honor of his family and the pride of his race, send a squadron of aerial beasts led by dragon mages to “persuade” his daughter to return.
She even had a bold plan.
“Alright, sir. I understand your meaning.” The elf maid bowed to the Osuan guard, walked to Eve Frostleaf’s armor, traced the scars on the scaled armor, and firmly said, “I will bring her armor to her.”
The Osuan guard added, “Also bring some gold coins and clothes. I don’t want her to wear the poorly made garments of humans that she surely won’t adapt to. Hmm… also need ten silver bows.”
“Sir, Lady Frostleaf’s curse has already been lifted.”
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It had rained in the forest, and the air was filled with the scent of wet leaves. A few golden-red rays of sunlight fell through the gaps in the dark clouds, shining through the leaves and creating beams of light on the moisture.
Jima flapped her wings and glided slowly over the muddy ground, her deer leather boots brushing against the damp, serrated green leaves.
George’s patched tent was getting closer.
The feathers in Jima’s abdomen were getting more agitated. Her heart and belly itched as she looked at the white tent, her thirst growing, her tongue licking her teeth.
Oh dear, I’m going to have to take advantage of that boy again. No choice, since I still need to use him, and he’s so lecherous.
Jima’s face flushed slightly as her smooth tail swayed left and right beneath her skirt, brushing against her silky lace stockings.
She was dressed innocently, with a red hooded cloak covering most of her body, exposing a pure face, her golden eyes sparkling innocently. Plus, holding a bamboo basket covered with white cloth, she truly looked like Little Red Riding Hood stepping out of a fairy tale.
But under that fiery red cloak, she was wearing the “boy-killer outfit,” specially designed for George, taking into account her past experience as a man, and it was quite… indescribable, aiming to create a strong contrast when she took off the Little Red Riding Hood cloak.
That “boy-killer outfit” was so embarrassing that Jima wore proper attire to get nearby first and then opened the entrance to the Dream Palace to change into her “boy-killer outfit.”
The closer she got to George’s tent, the more excited and proud Jima felt, overpowering her shame from her male memories.
All this way, Jima had been secretly “following” George, using dreams and divination to gain insight into his experiences.
Coming back alone to the sanctuary with horns on his head, feeling anxious about the future, while being feared and rejected by the mortal he desperately protected, his mood must be at rock bottom, in poor condition, perhaps on the edge of going wild.
At this time, here I come, delivering warmth from afar. If he loses control and goes hard on me, that’s even better; anyway, I won’t die. After he calms down, he will recover and feel a wave of guilt.
By then, let’s not even mention the demon king’s extraordinary matter; if I admit I am the demon king, he will probably hesitate to act against me.
Jima couldn’t help but toss a strand of her black hair, murmuring to herself, “No choice; I’m just that clever.”
Jima’s thoughts further expanded, and she began to target Eve Frostleaf with her bad ideas.
Based on her speculations about Eve Frostleaf’s character, she was very likely in love with George, but that affection was not strong enough to cloud her judgment. Afterward, she would undoubtedly feel guilty, but she didn’t have the resolve to elope.
As long as she pulled off two scams, on one hand deceiving George into believing she could bring Eve Frostleaf back and asking him for a token, and on the other hand, taking the token to find Eve Frostleaf to create trouble for her and threaten her.
Under the guise of teaching, making her repeat the flesh repayment… waiting until she got tired of it, then she would finally set the two up together.
Jima’s tail perked up, her mood even more delightful.
Just thinking about the proud Eve Frostleaf gradually succumbing to her and finally being able to give George a green hat in the true sense.
She felt so happy that the subtle pain in her chest eased considerably.
The road to George’s tent seemed very short; Jima felt she arrived in front of his tent in an instant.
She could smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in the air; it must be that guy George, lonely and cold, generating his own electricity.
Alas, after a while, she would have to wear a green hat again; how pitiful.
On the wet grass, there were several footprints. Jima glanced and felt something was off; they didn’t look like George’s footprints, but rather like those of another person.
Certainly mistaken; George was all alone now, waiting for me to bring warmth.
Jima’s feet landed on the ground in front of George’s tent, and she heard a rustling sound, pausing for a moment; if she listened carefully, she could also hear a woman’s breathing.
