Chapter 161 Chapter 157 Testing
Less than nine hours after resting at the assembly point, the sharp sound of a horn rang out again.
The army was gathered at the foot of a small hill, banners fluttering atop it. The general of the expedition stood on the hill, waving his sword, and with each swing, the soldiers below erupted in cheers.
They believed that the general of the expedition could lead them to defeat the detestable Eternal Chosen One, win victory, and safely return to their homeland.
Jima could only stand below, looking up at the bear-like general, watching him excitedly wave his sword, soaking in the admiration of the crowd.
Beside her, George said, “I have no confidence in him; the army should be led by you.”
“When did the famous George stop advocating for order?”
“You do the real commanding, while he gets the public credit. There’s no procedural issue there.” George replied, “I can’t trust a general who abandons his allies; he is still cowering in front of the wicked ratmen.”
“There’s nothing we can do.” Jima shrugged, “We can only hope he doesn’t run off the battlefield in the next battle.”
“Sounds like you’re quite confident?” George asked. “Did you secretly put some measures in place?”
“Beo and his group guard the general’s dreams every day, keeping a close watch on me.” Jima spread her hands, “I can’t even make a fuss in dreams.”
“What a pity.”
“Look at your regretful face; is there some implication in there?”
“Yes.” George said, “I always feel that your becoming a Chosen One is not as powerful as the transformation recorded in books of the Trickster God Chosen…”
“Goodness, you little rascal, while others fear their friends and families believing in the Dark Four Gods, you actually think your fiancée isn’t fallen enough?”
On the hill, the expedition general’s face flushed with excitement as he swung his sword forcefully, as if it might fly from his hand at any moment: “We set off! We’ll slay that dragon before the enemy!”
“Ura!”
The women of Kislev shouted, shaking the stones on the ground.
Jima consoled, “Kid, think positively. Look at how eager the expedition general is; he might be so caught up in his bloodlust that, despite not being able to make any brilliant tactical commands, at the very least, he won’t order a retreat, right?”
But George shook his head:
“He is too excited. It looks more like he is using intense emotion to avoid the fear and worries in his heart. He has stolen an honor that doesn’t belong to him and knows deep down that he doesn’t have the strength to match it.
“His choice to force a march, in my opinion, is more an avoidance of the Eternal Chosen One.”
Jima asked, “Why is that?”
“I’ve mentioned our speculation.” George said, “The Eternal Chosen One might have prophetic abilities; who knows how far into the future he can foresee? Taking such reckless tactics places the fate of the entire army on the blade of the Eternal Chosen One.”
“Yes, what does the expedition general say?”
“He dismissed my speculation due to lack of evidence.” George asked, “What about you, Jima?”
“Me?”
“With your seasoned command skills, what do you think?”
Is he hinting directly at me? Does he already know my true identity…
Jima felt goosebumps rise on her back but forced a smile, saying, “I merely inherited all of Demon King Kima’s military experience. It sounds good on the surface, but it’s hard to say how I would do leading the army myself.”
“Your command in Dulong City was both seasoned and lethal.” George said, “I’ve asked many officers of Kislev; apart from the jealous ones, they uniformly praised your choice of timing and target for the assault. Of course, they all believed it was the general’s own command.”
Damn! How does this military idiot have the decency to ask questions? Please, you already have enough virtues; can you tone it down a bit?
Does he know my true identity? If he does, why hasn’t he killed me? It’s likely he has feelings for me and is thinking to keep it from me until we finish this mission so he can achieve merit without needing to chop me up again.
It’s very likely.
“Hahaha.” Jima gave a light laugh to cover her nerves, “Don’t feel indignant for me; this is part of my plan. I deceived the entire army; they all think it’s the expedition general leading them effectively, which gives me a lot of power in my lies.
“This is part of my plan; I call it the Wall Faced Plan.”
“Hmm?” George said, “What does the plan have to do with a wall?”
“It’s a mess.” Jima said, “Speaking of which, I just think that the tactic of a forced march isn’t wrong at all.”
“Why’s that?”
Jima shrugged her hands again:
“War isn’t like chess; the enemy’s layout and the next steps are crystal clear. Now we are in the fog of war; we can only take one step at a time, and ultimately success or failure depends on what we do next.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ah, really, it’s fine, no problem.”
George exhaled deeply, saying, “You’re right; I was too worried.”
At that moment, the Saintess Jenna, carrying a tower shield, and Eve Frostleaf walked toward George and Jima.
“We are about to set off.” Jima said, dispelling the nearby “Tranquil Secret Barrier.”
George turned to look at the two women, raised his hand, and waved to his two fiancées, who were ten paces away.
Suddenly, Jima hugged George, kissed him deeply, and actively extended her smooth tongue.
Without any hesitation, George kissed her back.
In this cavalry charge-like deep kiss, Jima felt half of her heart intoxicated while the other half was plotting.
She sensed the kiss through the touch of their tongues and lips. There was no hint of disgust or reluctance; it was a kiss filled with passion for a beloved woman.
This indicated something: despite George’s doubts about himself, he did not suspect her to be “Demon King Kima” herself. Otherwise, with his character, his kiss would not have been so pure.
Jima was certain of this because in her past life, she had kissed many maids, most of whom were forced to kiss her deeply. Jima could feel their aversion and unwillingness from those kisses. In contrast, she actually enjoyed it and loved to forcefully kiss.
Naturally, she was experienced.
Their lips parted, the silver thread was broken.
Jima’s cheeks were as pink as peach blossoms, and she smiled beautifully. She licked her lips and looked at George, saying, “A deep kiss before departure; who knows, it might be the last kiss.”
A few steps away, Eve Frostleaf looked at her coldly, while the gentle smile on Saintess Jenna’s face seemed to have a touch of embarrassment.
Jima waved at Saintess Jenna, saying, “Come on, all together now; a pre-battle victory kiss.”
With that, she actively released her hold and pushed George toward the two women.
Saintess Jenna tightly embraced George.
Jima flapped her wings and flew up into the gloomy sky, getting further away from the three on the ground. As she flew, she turned her head to look at George below, who appeared as small as a grain of sand, surrounded by thousands of soldiers, like grains scattered amidst sand.
But Jima still spotted him among the army; he was embracing the silver-haired Eve Frostleaf, and the two were deeply kissing.
Jima turned her head, flapping harder, and softly said, “I wish you both happiness in the future.”
With that, she smiled and scolded herself, “How hypocritical.”
That day, the Kislev Expedition Army marched rapidly for a day and a night, boldly putting their armor on the carts. If they encountered the enemy, it would be difficult to don their armor for battle.
This showed their trust in Jima’s reconnaissance and intelligence.
They did right, and after a day and night of marching, they could see the upper half of the two-headed dragon’s lair, looking like a towering black stone tower reaching into the clouds, with lightning occasionally striking and wrapping around the tower.
