Chapter 45 Chapter 44 Prophecy Fulfilled
Jima immediately sensed George’s anger. Although George’s iron-gloved hands were not clenched into fists, from Jima’s perspective, she only saw the side and back of his face, unable to see his eyes.
But Jima could tell that the anger within George was burning fiercely.
After a few seconds of silence, George slowly said, “Your Excellency, I am very angry. The double-tailed comet sweeping across the night sky heralds that our world is about to face disaster.
“The world is in peril, and we bear heavy burdens, yet you are now using public power for personal matters regarding your wife’s chastity, trampling on the law, and putting us under house arrest.”
“Do you find this amusing?”
“Yes, like a comic clown.”
Duke Kislov’s face turned red, mostly from anger. He raised a finger, pointing at George, and said:
“You don’t understand because it hasn’t happened to you. Look at your fiancées; if they were the former property of the demon king Jima… could you still be here, angry with me?”
George’s tone was icy:
“So, you’ve been stirring up trouble all this time just because of your male pride?”
“Laugh all you want, I don’t care.” Duke Kislov said, his beard trembling, and Jima felt his anger was also burning fiercely, though he suppressed it.
“I’ll only ask you one thing.” Duke Kislov raised his voice: “Has my wife ever been a contract slave of the demon king Jima?”
“I do not know your wife.”
“Good, then I will arrange a visit.” Duke Kislov said: “You can see for yourself if it’s her.”
“Regardless of whether it is or not, I will not indicate anything; you will never guess the answer. I have sworn not to disclose victim information.” George said: “To me, she is nothing more than a woman who married the wrong man, wrongfully suspected and humiliated by her husband.”
“Innocent?” Duke Kislov’s voice rose, shaking the ceiling. “Are we men not innocent? Why must we be deceived and forced to marry women who have been tainted by the demon king Jima?”
He recalled how his wife gave birth to a mutant child and how he himself had strangled that blood-smeared infant, killing his own flesh and blood.
Now he just wanted to know if his wife’s womb had been polluted by the demon king Jima. Setting aside the issue of male dignity, he didn’t want to strangle his own child again.
He had even thought of divorce and remarriage, but according to religious law, he could not divorce, as his wife remained faithful to him. Unless George could identify the other party.
But looking at this young paladin, he saw indifference on his face, showing no concern for his suffering.
God, do I have to strangle my offspring a second time?
The more he thought, the angrier he became.
At that moment, George said: “I will not betray my promise; you may leave.”
Duke Kislov pointed at George’s face:
“Who are you? Bearing a heavy responsibility? The burden of saving the world can only be shouldered by the brave; you stay here in this manor, abide by the law, clear your name, and watch the heroes return in triumph. May the cold winds freeze your…!”
George remained silent, his face cold.
Jima waved her hand at Duke Kislov, her expression proud, and said:
“Goodbye, don’t let the door hit your back on the way out.”
Duke Kislov, in plain clothes, left alone, and soon after, a loud bang rang out as the back door slammed against the frame deep within the corridor.
Jima’s heart raced; although her heartbeat wasn’t fast, this was thanks to her talent. She didn’t want the keen-eared Eve Frostleaf to notice anything unusual.
She felt a sensation of having survived a catastrophe.
The remnants of the slave contract lingered in her soul. Meeting with the Duchess too often would eventually lead to her being discovered. Perhaps the next time the lowly would reveal her identity.
If she sowed doubt in his mind and merely asked a question, it would be over; she hadn’t conceived George’s child yet, which would truly be a hassle.
Jima even opened her personal system to check the assassination plan, but after just a glance, she withdrew.
Killing the problematic individual would be the easiest way, but the future consequences would be severe. George wasn’t some famous detective; he could quickly identify the culprit by questioning everyone and immediately execute judgment…
Moreover, she sensed the depths of this intrigue; there might be a conspiracy from the master of changing fate.
Thus, the best course of action would be to incite George and Duke Kislov to fight, directly carving out a bloody path.
After all, this team had two diamond-level powerhouses and one super-model platinum-level powerhouse. If it weren’t for a certain lawful good individual who liked to reason, they wouldn’t be cooped up in this small manor as prisoners, with nothing to do but procreate.
With this thought in mind, Jima returned to George to discuss strategies.
As expected, with the other three firmly in the irredeemable good camp, a solution was reached.
“Jima, try to inform Tsar Catrina of the Sand Sea.” George said: “She might help us seek justice and clear our names.”
Jima pulled back the curtain, looking out at the mobilizing army in the distance.
“Now that we’re in this suburban manor, it might be the safest place in the city as well as the most dangerous. A single lie, an incitement, or an illusion can spark conflict, leading to small skirmishes escalating into large-scale fighting, where both sides slaughter each other until the last breath. George, time does not wait for anyone.”
“We need Kislov’s assistance and an accurate map to locate the demon king’s crown fragments precisely.”
Jima decided not to reason with George.
“Do we have to tolerate others’ stupidity? Just now, I saw you were very angry.”
“The anger has subsided now.”
Jenna looked at the distant army and said: “Perhaps we should not have rushed to defeat the demon king Jima in the first place.”
Sister Jenna really was so gentle.
Jima looked at Jenna, her tail involuntarily twitching upwards, suppressing the impulse to leap into Jenna’s soft embrace.
George was somewhat taken aback, turning to ask: “Why?”
“Breaking the balance of the demon realm caused Marus to become the Chosen of the Four Gods.” Jenna replied: “His threat level is relatively low compared to other demon kings.”
Right, right, I’m just playing with women, indulging recklessly.
George shook his head: “Jenna, this is hindsight. Not to mention Jima, the demon king is inherently guilty.”
As he mentioned Jima, George’s expression softened a bit. For him, without the quest to eliminate the demon king, he would not have met Jima.
“The predicament we face today ultimately stems from the crimes committed by the demon king Jima. Without him, Duke Kislov could have had a happy marriage, and now… I don’t know why he is so obsessive, but he must have been stimulated by something.
“I am very angry, but I am even angrier at the root of the problem.”
Jima couldn’t help but ask: “Do you despise the demon king Jima very much?”
George recalled the beautiful maids who had come to him crying about the crimes of the demon king Jima. Due to his extraordinary powers, he had to understand the sins of the demon king Jima.
He looked at Jima and said: “I hate the demon king Jima. If he were alive, I would kill him again.”
Jima’s soul trembled, as if struck by lightning; at that moment, George’s expression and actions were identical to what she had seen in the glass eyes of the future.
But fortunately, she didn’t show it. She forced herself to smile as she usually did. It was difficult, but Jima still gave no signs of breaking. She said:
“Is that so? While I cannot hate him as much as you do, the thought that it is your dedication to justice that has brought us together is rather wonderful.”
Of course, this dedication to justice might also become a blade, piercing me into skewers of meat.
Jima felt a pain in her chest, an old wound flaring up.
George didn’t notice Jima’s abnormality, nor did Saints Jenna and Eve Frostleaf. The three continued their conversation.
Jima stepped back, half her face sinking into shadow.
Can I really change this future?
Twenty minutes later.
As expected, George and his group were accused of having ties with the demon race. To clear their names, they must hand over the succubus for investigation.
On this point, George refused to budge, and both sides grew very tense.
That night.
Jima went to inform Tsarina Catrina of the Sand Sea about the situation. It was a difficult endeavor because, as a national monarch, she was a powerful spellcaster protected by divine power, and could not directly enter dreams.
This suited Jima just fine; she hoped George and Kislov would fight.
So, she casually tossed a letter into Tsarina Catrina’s military camp and then slipped away without any intention of taking initiative.
Afterward, she returned to the Dream Palace.
Jima thought back to what George had said earlier that day. Her heart hurt, prompting her to execute her long-conceived plan.
“I’m carrying your child!”
Her voice was mournful, tears poured from her eyes like a fountain, as she wore only black and white silk. With a running start, she slid on the marble floor for over ten meters, the stockings on her knees torn, exposing her skin.
Suddenly, she hugged the dummy’s leg tightly, resting her face against the thigh, and continued to wail: “Let the past be the past.”
After a few seconds of sobbing, she suddenly looked up, her tears vanished, and she spoke to herself:
“Maybe I should reason with him now, saying I’ve died once and atoned for my sins?
“That sounds good. Note that down. From my understanding, no one likes a woman who is wailing and crying; it’s best not to cry for too long.”
She grabbed a towel and wiped away her tears.
Jima began to think about what to do next; how to break the deadlock.
Ideally, she could stay by George’s side without leaving. She had no choice; the allure of a well-endowed, long-legged partner was simply irresistible, and she needed this helper.
Otherwise, how would she fight that scoundrel Marus?
It’s a headache.
Based on Jima’s assessment, the current tense situation was merely a facade; Duke Kislov was just pressuring George. If a real fight were to break out, he would forever lose the answer.
Could it really escalate to that?
Jima thought of the Duchess; perhaps she could orchestrate things to get worse. Every time a chess player made a move, they always felt everything was within their control.
At this moment, they needed a madman, an irrational person to overturn the chessboard.
But I cannot come into direct contact with her; otherwise, if she senses the demon king is not dead, wouldn’t I be in danger?
No matter what, I must begin to act; I can never sit idly by.
Jima squinted, her heart as firm as iron.
