Chapter 54 Chapter 53 The Overreaction of Jima
In order to save time, Captain George decided to march quickly, but because George was wearing heavy armor, Jima could not lift him to fly, and the saintess Jenna also lacked flying ability. She could only summon a light horse to carry her forward, which made their speed quite slow.
Also, since they were in a hurry, Jima needed to fly in the sky to scout for potential ambushes, which made her complain continuously.
On the third day of their journey.
George pulled out his golden sword from the chest of a giant troll, and the ugly black monster fell to the ground. Eve Frostleaf manipulated fire elements to directly incinerate the troll’s corpse.
“Why did this group of trolls die so quickly?”
Jima sat on a chair, her wings drooping, looking at the slaughtered troll corpses on the ground, complaining.
In skirmishes, Jima was able to rest.
“I need to rest for at least twenty minutes,” Jima raised her right hand, “I have been flying the entire morning.”
Sweat dripped from her wings.
George said, “Okay.”
Jima took out a thick report manual that George had given her that day and flipped through it out of boredom.
George took off his helmet, his golden hair not a bit sweaty, and asked, “Are you only looking at it now?”
“I read a little each day,” Jima defended. “I scout during the day, and at night I’m too tired and busy sleeping. When do I have time?”
She flipped through the handwritten report manual, which contained things the team members needed to know, and they were not pleasant topics.
The hero Beowulf had exhausted the magical resources of Kisliff City, so George and the others could only march and couldn’t teleport. However, the Empress still supported them; they had the Empress Catherine’s orders and could mobilize troops and requisition supplies.
But it was not of much use.
Only three days after leaving Kisliff City, they encountered trolls.
Jima muttered, “The good news is, we might have reached the troll kingdom.”
“That’s not possible so soon.”
“Then that’s bad news.” Jima turned page after page, “By the time we reach the Norska Mountains, it might have already been a month.”
She flipped to the fifth-to-last page, and the yellowed white paper revealed its contents before her eyes. As soon as Jima saw it, she was startled and almost fell off her chair.
The contents read: The demon king, Kima, is very likely still alive, and everyone should be mentally prepared.
George looked at her, Jenna also looked at her, and even Eve Frostleaf, who was on watch in the tree, turned to her.
For a moment, Jima’s back broke out in a cold sweat. Was her reaction too intense, raising suspicions among everyone? But then she thought about it; her current identity was also one of the victims of the “demon king Kima.”
So she let herself fall toward the ground, one hand supporting herself as she pressed into a thin layer of snow, leaving a palm print.
She exclaimed, “The demon king Kima is still alive?”
George’s expression was calm as he said, “Yes.”
Jima carefully observed his face; his azure eyes showed no excess emotion as he simply looked at her.
For a moment, Jima felt that his gaze was profound and meaningful. Perhaps this person had long seen through everything but was greedy for her body, obsessed with feeling like he could dominate his former enemy. That was why he hadn’t exposed her.
But Jima also felt that she might be overthinking it. With George’s personality, he would have captured her, publicly tried her, and personally set her on fire after that.
She put on a half-genuine, half-fake expression of shock, asking, “Is this news reliable?”
“Just a possibility,” George pulled Jima up, his voice much gentler. “The Duchess wrote to me before she left, saying she sensed the demon king Kima.”
Jima easily let fear show on her pure face: “How did she sense it?”
“She said it was similar to how she felt when the demon king Kima controlled her body with a slave contract.”
“Where did she sense it?”
“Not long after she encountered us.” George said, “She apologized to me, saying she deliberately came to bump into us, pretending not to know us. It was because of that sensation that she felt all of this was the demon king Kima’s plot…”
Jima could barely absorb George’s explanation, feeling dazed, as if someone were speaking in her ear while she was half-asleep.
She briefly thought about telling George that she wanted to go to the bathroom. Then, using the dream leap, she could escape far away, directly running to the Osuan Isle, crossing nearly half the world, and never coming back.
In this team of four, who had the greatest suspicion?
Undoubtedly, it was herself.
However, Jima managed to calm herself down and asked, “Where is the demon king Kima? If he truly exists, why didn’t he attack us together that day?”
George said, “Currently, there are several hypotheses. One is that it’s an illusion; another is that it’s the scheme of the Master of Deception, making her have no doubt about the false demon king.”
Jima immediately asked, “Is there another possibility?”
“You…”
Jima suddenly stepped back two paces and quickly opened her personal system, accessing the text area. In the text list, she found “The Majestic Last Words (Said When Discovered)” and was just about to open it when…
George, taking a breath, continued, “…the demon king’s extraordinary material. Can’t you manipulate it?”
“It’s called Headstrong.”
“Right. It may have triggered the slave contract residual in the Duchess’s soul.” George said, “This kind of slave contract appeared for the first time in history, and the mages are still not very familiar with it.”
Jima knew the origin of the slave contract; it was a bonus she received when she wished to the fragments of the demon king’s crown, a general concept she later had the kind master Branshi find a group of mages to refine the details and make the slave contract practical, compensating for the regret that the otherworld didn’t have a slave contract.
Indeed, it was a historical innovation. Who would use a precious wish on something like this for female attraction? Those who can obtain the fragments of the demon king’s crown either have no lack of women or have no interest in them. Only someone like Jima, pursuing a better maid, would create such a thing.
Thankfully, she had a bunch
