Chapter 277 Chapter 271 Aftermath
“Thank you.”
George simply said thank you.
“Hmph.”
Jima used her mind to control her crown fragment, making it float higher to enhance her regal aura.
Unfortunately, George still had no intention of kneeling down and bowing.
Jima instinctively raised her hand, wanting to curse this rude person. However, knowing she couldn’t defeat George, Jima generously forgave his rudeness and waved her hand.
“Forget it, I will reluctantly forgive your rudeness. You heard my earlier words; they were the truth, right?”
“They were the truth.”
“Then it’s fine. Don’t show that ‘I’m here for you’ smile on your face.” Jima hugged the transformed orange cat, Li Anxi, and said, “I’m here for myself, you know.”
George nodded. “Got it.”
But his blue eyes kept looking at her, as if saying, “I understand, I get it all.”
“Alright.” Jima glanced at him with her beautiful eyes. “So we are just temporarily united for the same goal. Once this is over, I’ll wear the Demon King’s crown, pat my butt, and run back to Earth.”
“The disc is broken.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Jima said, “As long as I become the Demon King, I can fix it.”
“I have a question.” George raised his armored hand, pointing to the crown fragment above Jima’s head. “It should have been in my suitcase.”
“Because as its owner, within a certain range, I can make it return directly to my head,” Jima explained. “So usually, to steal a crown fragment, you need to chop up its original owner.”
“You were watching me from the shadows all along, weren’t you?”
“Watching you, the idiot, gazing at the sky, watching the birds poop. Oh, George, your willpower is not very firm, I found it so easy to conquer and corrupt you.”
“I just want to say, I’m very glad you want to return to the other world.”
“Don’t get carried away, George.” Jima said coldly, “Actually, I just wanted to take back the crown fragment a second before you crossed the rift, to teach you a lesson on the consequences of defying me.”
It was the truth.
But George still asked, “Really?”
Jima realized that this was not Earth. Without the vast power of lies and magic as a backing, she came to this other world, like a phoenix turned into a chicken.
She immediately changed her words: “Fake.”
“You lie.”
George walked towards her.
“What… what do you want to do?” Jima realized something: this was not Earth, she was very close to George, roughly equal to him being able to punish her with the Holy Sword at any moment.
Li Anxi, leaning against Jima’s chest, bared her teeth at George and hissed.
“You with your head full of justice, don’t tell me you’re going to use your Holy Sword to—ugh.”
George’s hand wrapped around her waist.
His smug face leaned in for a kiss, how presumptuous!
Jima turned her head; the strength from her horns turned her head back in place.
Why is it always about grabbing the horns? The back entry likes to grab, and the forced kiss too…
Soft lips met, amidst the fragrance of blooming peach blossoms, Jima opened her mouth and began to devour.
She felt that restless hand making intimate contact with her rear.
Her tail tightly coiled around George’s forearm, uncontrollable.
She had just played with the witches all night last night.
Lips parted.
Jima said, “Do you think I’m a very lewd person, so you can’t make up your mind and just kiss and touch?”
George raised his right hand, with Jima’s tail still wrapped around his forearm, while Jima was trying to pull away her coiled tail and said, “Answer me, George.”
“I just wanted to express my love in a way you enjoy,” he replied.
“Hmph, you’re being quite eloquent now.” Jima said, suppressing the itching sensation in her heart. “However, it’s no big deal to just admit it. I am indeed a very lustful and lewd person. If you used the Holy Sword on me just now, I wouldn’t have any objections. So, if you found me on top of your fiancée, don’t mind it.”
Jima had long set her sights on Jenna and Frostleaf, having not seen them for a long time, she began to miss their experiences in bed together.
“Jima, when will you give birth to our child?”
Jima avoided the question but gazed around, blinking her eyes as if divining, and said, “Look at this land, corrupted by the Blood God. I thought I returned to the Demon Realm.”
“Where is this?”
Jima looked far into the distance, towards the avenue beside the burning dead trees.
“At the border between Kislev and the eastern part of the Empire, there should have been a city nearby.”
George said, “That should have been where you went when you visited your homeland.”
“Right, it seems the mortal world is finished, everyone has had their heads chopped off.” Jima said, “At least it looks like the Empire is done for, we might have disappeared for hundreds of years. So, George, help me become the Demon King; the treatment will be good, and perhaps we can find Frostleaf’s daughter or granddaughter or something?”
“We haven’t confirmed the current situation yet.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, George.” Jima said. “The failure of the Order is inevitable; you have no earthly specialties, only a Holy Sword. How could you win?”
As soon as she finished speaking, a shabby iron box appeared behind Jima and fell to the ground. Clattering bronze bullets, a few books with red covers, and the heaviest “earthly specialty,” a nuclear warhead from America, was sticking into the ground.
Although she knew that a nuclear warhead was not something that easily combusts or explodes, it required proper ignition procedures, and even if a kilogram of TNT were attached, nothing would happen, at most, nuclear contamination.
But Jima still twitched her tail and blinked her eyes.
“Alright, George, your status has been elevated. From my actively moving courtesan plus watchdog to reluctantly upgraded to my male servant, earning the honor of wearing a maid outfit every day.”
“I really want to smack your ass.”
“Come if you dare.”
George had the ability.
Jima felt the world spinning as George, under the stern glare of Li Anxi, picked her up in a horizontal embrace.
Jima instantly closed her eyes, squeezed her legs together, breathing heavily. She vaguely anticipated a slap, but it didn’t come.
She opened one golden eye and asked, “Haven’t you eaten today?”
George set the tall Jima down and said, “I’m glad you can give up your life of pleasure to come to the other world. It’s normal for you to feel unhappy and resent me.”
Jima said, “You’re just being sentimental again, George.”
“Meow meow.” Li Anxi transformed into human form, draping herself in fabric and said, “Master, I’ve always wanted to ask, what will happen to the sisters after you leave? You didn’t even leave a last word.”
George looked at Jima.
“Then they can fight over the inheritance I leave behind.” Jima said coldly, “I gave them a wonderful life, experiencing mysterious powers, some even received powers granted by me. Now that I’m gone, they will be self-reliant.”
“But Master, you also said that if you leave, the witches’ mysterious powers will eventually disappear.” Li Anxi said, “And without you as their support, it’s likely hard to keep your property, many servants may…”
“Then that’s their fate.” Jima spoke as if discussing a lost doll.
Li Anxi sighed and reminded her, “But your offspring are still over there.”
“Offspring?” George thought of something, and his brows furrowed. “Jima, where’s our child?”
“Of course, she hasn’t died.”
Jima said, concentrating her mind on the doll.
“Where is she?”
“In the womb.”
“Whose?”
“On a white-haired, black-skinned witch, I can’t remember her number or name.” Jima said, “That’s right, I left her on Earth.”
