Chapter 95 Chapter 94 Magic Scrolls
Jima’s small face turned red with fear, and cold sweat gathered on her forehead as she looked around repeatedly to confirm her surroundings.
This was a nice, spacious room. The brown wooden floor was spotless, but the furniture and decorations were minimal, consisting of only a large bed, a set of chairs, and a round table. The walls were bare, giving it a somewhat “expansive” feel. The red curtains were drawn over the windows, and the sunlight outside made the curtains shine. The sounds of the market came from a distance, filtering through the window and reaching her ears.
This was the guest room in the residence of the benevolent master located in the market district. Using this place to “hide” two wanted criminals showed the benevolent master’s determination and confidence.
This isn’t a dream; I really am awake.
Reflecting on the content of the nightmare, Jima found it hard to comprehend, repeatedly confirming that she was now in the real world.
However, the intense emotions from the dream were real. Jima could still feel that sense of despair and humiliation; every time she thought about being forced to admit, “I wanted to seduce you!” her face would flush, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid looking at George.
George wanted to offer some comfort, but as he stood up and approached Jima, she instinctively shrank back. He stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to do, and stood there for half a minute.
He said seriously to Jima, “I’m going outside to let you calm down.”
With that, he turned around, picked up his sword, and left the room.
As the source of the pressure left the room, Jima let out a sigh of relief. Even after just waking from a nightmare, she still felt a bit scared of George.
“Jima.”
George’s voice reached her, and her heart leaped. She looked up to see George with his hand on the doorknob, turning his head to look at her.
“Although we have an agreement now, we can’t let our guard down. If anything happens, remember to call out; I’ll be waiting outside.”
Jima nodded.
The door closed, and Jima’s heart, which had been pounding, gradually settled down.
That said, I used to be a Demon King; why am I so afraid?
Leaning against the headboard, Jima stared at the tail that extended from under her skirt, the light golden tail swaying freely from side to side.
I have too many secrets, and with the virgin being a human lie detector, I have to weigh every word I say. And as long as he suspects me and interrogates me, my lies will inevitably be exposed…
Jima then began analyzing the reasons behind her nightmare.
Last night, I expended too much magical power. Chamberlain is a formidable Golden-level fighter, but I must have consumed my magical power in other ways, or else I wouldn’t have drained so much and fallen asleep in the dream. Ah, forgot about that.
That nightmare stemmed from my worries in reality. Even if I make no mistakes, since I am weaker than the virgin, if he suspects me and interrogates me, my secrets will be at risk. Moreover, if I give him a fake key and he discovers that the treasury doesn’t open, he will surely suspect me strongly and interrogate me thoroughly. The matter about four hundred pounds will inevitably be exposed.
Jima’s tail anxiously swept across the sheets.
However, speaking for Jima, even if the content of the nightmare comes true, she does not want to see her treasury fall into the hands of the benevolent master, for it contains clues to the shards of the Demon King’s crown.
The shards of the Demon King’s crown are divided into four pieces, each kept by a different Demon King. They are important tools for an ordinary demon to ascend to the rank of Demon King. At that time, Jima had killed the previous Demon King and stolen them from him.
After Jima signed a non-aggression pact with the other Demon Kings and focused on building her harem, she hid the shards away. She didn’t want the other Demon Kings to resort to tricks that would get her killed and take the crown shards.
One could say that they were her hope of becoming a Demon King again.
But what good methods are there to make the benevolent master’s entire family perish? If I can’t live, he has his eyes on my treasury.
Jima tightly gripped her own horns, feeling troubled and at a loss for what to do.
I can only take one step at a time.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
The door was knocked on.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me, George.”
George’s voice came from outside the door.
“Come in.”
Jima felt as if her plan to use the four hundred pounds to deceive George’s emotions had not succeeded, but after thinking it through, she considered that George was the type who was utterly dense. Since they had kissed just yesterday, even if he had changed, it would not manifest in such a short time.
I wish the virgin would quickly turn into a devoted admirer, checking in on me every day, only to receive a reply from me, “I’m here, taking a shower, going to bed.”
I only need to give him a hint, and he would rush to serve me without asking any questions. Moreover, he didn’t have any ulterior motives; even if I were stripped bare and thrown in front of him, he would still do things below animal level for the sake of pure love—like helping me get dressed.
He would even secretly give me a lot of money. And as long as I complain once, he would not force me to copy that silly “Sermon Guide” full of foolish nice-guy stories and scriptures.
As Jima’s thoughts wandered, the door was pushed open.
George walked in, holding a pile of yellowed scrolls.
Jima could sense that while the magic power contained within the scrolls was minimal, they were undoubtedly magic scrolls.
“What is this?” she asked.
“Magic scrolls.”
George said as he placed the scrolls on the table, arranging them neatly, “Now is a critical time, so moral education will be suspended for the time being; you don’t have to copy the ‘Sermon Guide’ for now.”
Jima relaxed completely, a sincere smile appearing on her face.
The transformation of the virgin into a devoted admirer had made progress!
Her tail joyfully lifted above the sheets.
“Because next, you need to practice how to use the magic scrolls.” George placed all the scrolls on the round table, arranging them symmetrically in two layers, both horizontally and vertically.
Magic scrolls, I have certainly been trained in using magical devices.
But Jima didn’t say this out loud, as it didn’t align with the image of a newly emerged succubus. Even with inherited memories, training was still necessary.
Speaking of which, magic is troublesome—expensive and with a threshold for use. Mortals find it difficult to use without training.
“Wait, where did these magic scrolls come from? Did you borrow them from the boss?”
George replied, “The boss isn’t a generous and kind person; I bought these cheap from him for practice.”
“How much did it cost?”
“Not much, seems like just six hundred gold coins.”
“Six hundred gold coins! Just for this pile of corroded magic scrolls?”
“We’re in a hurry, and I can’t go out to buy them myself, so the price was pretty fair,” George shrugged, “Besides, it’s just the plundered funds of an evil Demon King.”
That’s all my hard-earned money. How can it be spent so recklessly? I’ve learned to use magic scrolls.
Jima felt as if a knife had stabbed her heart, but she had no way to express her frustration.
“By the way, you owe me three thousand gold coins…” Jima suddenly realized that saying it outright sounded a bit aggressive and would not help her emotional manipulation plan, so she quickly changed her words, saying, “…I’m just very curious about what magical devices you used the money to customize.”
“I don’t want to say it for now.”
Combining the unique industries of Shalin City, Jima immediately came up with several plausible and legitimate guesses.
Most likely, it was “defensive” devices like magic squirming masturbators or automatic left-hand substitutes.
“Now that we are wanted, those wizards would probably not fulfill contracts for wanted criminals and would swallow our money.” So quickly cancel the order and give me back my money!
George slapped his forehead: “I would have forgotten if you hadn’t said anything. I was too lazy to continue paying, so I just paid the entire sum at once. He looks like he’ll keep his word.”
That would be six thousand gold coins! Half of that is my money. Ah no, it’s all my hard-earned money, money taken by the sword! Just like that, the virgin squandered it all. Tossing it into the water would still make a sound!
Now, the only way to relieve Jima’s tragic feelings was to curse George like her son.
“Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and get a refund before he hears about it. We can break off the intermediaries from the boss.”
“Too late. Now the whole city is plastered with our wanted posters, plus there are bards slandering the Sanctuary on the streets.” George spoke calmly, as if coins were dirt. “Anyway, it’s just unexpected wealth, the plundered funds of an evil Demon King; it doesn’t matter whether we get it back or not, we’re not lacking in money to spend. To avoid exposure, it’s better not to take the risk of retrieving the money, who knows if that’s a trap.”
Selling my hard-earned money doesn’t hurt me. That’s my blood and sweat.
“What about the debt…”
Jima asked with a glimmer of hope.
George said, “I haven’t thought about that yet. Next time we have some spoils or income, I’ll pay you back.”
It seems he never considered paying me back when borrowing. Ahhh! I should have written an IOU back then.
Jima felt a vague pain in her heart; she didn’t expect that just George’s words would bring her a pain akin to being stabbed.
“Jima, are you feeling okay? Do you need to be treated?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
Jima was feeling down and didn’t have the mood to take advantage of George anymore. She got out of bed, only wearing a loose robe and slippers. “I’ll start learning now.”
It can now be confirmed that the four hundred pounds emotional manipulation plan was not much use. I’ve never heard of a devoted admirer who spends the goddess’s money recklessly.
George approached, tightly holding Jima’s small hand.
He said, “I know you’re worried about being caught by the benevolent master, but don’t be afraid; you’ll be safe.”
Jima could feel the warmth radiating from George’s calloused hand.
Damn! Is this really because of you?
Wait, why is he still holding my hand? This doesn’t seem quite right.
Jima finally reacted.
It’s not that Jima was to blame; on one hand, she subconsciously didn’t consider herself a woman. On the other hand, her relationships with women had been a bit warped; during her time as a Demon King, she had never experienced a normal romance; it was always about seizing and direct actions.
After some rational analysis, she concluded that now, as a beautiful woman, it should be a sign of intimacy for a gentleman to hold her hand casually.
Thinking this way made her feel a twinge of resistance, and she just wanted to pull her small hand out from George’s grip.
Forget it; I still need to continue deceiving this fool’s feelings.
Seeing that Jima didn’t respond, George continued, “Because I also brought you a teleportation scroll. After using it, you can instantly transport to a safe place hundreds of miles away.”
How much is that precious item worth if put up for auction?
Jima was a bit stunned and said, “Thank you.”
Then, she suppressed the thought of auctioning it off.
It seems like it would be useful to escape once things are exposed. It’s better than being forced to say, “I want to seduce you.”
That day, George spent time teaching Jima how to practice using the magic scrolls, devoting an entire day to it.
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Note: The original term was censored, so “self-defense” is used as a substitute.
PS: There will be another update tonight; everyone is very enthusiastic, and I owe fifteen updates in one go.
