1379 Jimila's Plans
Elbows on her desk, Jimila held her head frustratedly.
Why?
Why must everything go wrong in her reign?
Sure.
They may have a thousand men ready to be gutted and used for the grand sacrificial ceremony.
But in her eyes and that of many others, the traitor's daughter alone was worth more than 100,000 people combined!
The turnout for the upcoming festival was expected to be high because of the appearance of the traitor's daughter.
The traitor was a legend and, to many witches, their biggest enemy ever!
Even younger generations also studied the traitor in the various classes taught out. Though popular negatively, the traitor was still known to all witches.
So imagine many showing up and not seeing the star they were waiting for?
F***!
Though many wouldn't dare to voice their opinions, the seeds of hatred and disappointment would end up getting planted in their minds.
And with a little push, her opposition would be able to take advantage of the matter.
Jimila's pupils danced maniacally.
'No! I have to keep this information hidden for the time being. Edna cannot know about this for now!'
For sure, the information had to go out to the council and the higher-ups.
Luckily, over 8 out of 12 council members were all out and should be back in another week or so.
This was the perfect excuse.
She just needed more time to put things in motion and secretly ready a team that would move out almost immediately once a final verdict on the matter had been issued.
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Heh...
Jimila massaged her chin thoughtfully.
She decided that 'with the seriousness of the matter,' she would only reveal the information once ALL higher-ups and council members returned.
So even if she had to wait for 3 or even 5 weeks before they all arrived, so what?
Mind you, the big festival is 6 weeks from now. So if they came just before the big day, what about it?
The matter was too critical and needed the votes and thoughts of everyone on what they should do.
That was her excuse, and she was sticking to it.
Other times, such an excuse might be incompetence.
But with the information she archived, no one would feel that she was dragging things along.
First, there was the matter of many high-skilled witches dying.
From the list that went, she knew that they were all 2nd and 1st rated talents, with one of them being blessed with by the Goddess of Witchcraft to have the power of controlling iron/metal.
So for almost all of them to perish in the hands of the traitor's daughter alone meant that they had very much underestimated her.
From the report, it's said she was also blessed with super strength by the Goddess of Witchcraft.
This again confines that she had witch-blood running through her.
Too bad she was the enemy.
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The one thing that Jimila regretted was underestimating this seemingly ordinary girl.
Before dispatching the team to Baymard, the reports stated that this girl was a very naive one with little to no combat skills.
In short, the moment they mentioned being married to a young monarch, the witches all felt that she should be one of those ladies in the harem, fighting for a man's attention when it should be the other way around.
Men were born to lick the feet of women.
Like dogs, they had to remain on all 4's when next to a woman.
They were spawned from the wombs of women. And should therefore die in the hands of them, the women.
After all, without them, how could men come into this world?
Tsk!
Almost immediately, everyone was more disdainful of Lucy because she married and pleased a man.
And even if that man was giving her the best in the world, so what?
Men were already supposed to do that while remaining in lower positions.
So what was the fuss about that?
Still, they didn't believe that Lucy's partner truly loved her.
They had their suspicions right from the start.
And reading the secret letters, Jimila had confirmed this matter in her heart.
Yes!
Number 5 specifically said that Lucy's partner was only for her because of her intellect.
Hmm...
She was very familiar with the deceit of men.
They could shower one with sweet words and keep one in a bubble of commentary boss, all to fulfill their greed and achieve their dastardly plans.
Looking at it, this traitor's daughter was just as foolish as her mother.
Because of a man, she killed off her fellow women as though gutting fish.
Jimila sneered in disdain, forgetting that they were the ones who initially attacked and threatened Lucy.
Not only that, but they also wanted to kidnap Kora, taking her back to the Fortress to hold as hostage.
So, where was their compassion towards fellow women then?
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Jimila leaned into her chair, feeling that the council wouldn't take her decision of waiting for them to heart.
The matters written in the reports were all too severe for just a few of them to debate on.
They all had to be present to reach the final verdict because it was truly an eye-opener.
The key point was that this Lucy girl was a very intellectual being… (Probably a blessing from their goodness.)
According to Number 5, she had created wonders in Baymard, allowing her partner to take all the credit while she just sat in the background.
Looking at the ripped-off magazine pages showing many beautiful Baymardian sceneries, Jimila had to admit that this Lucy girl was a genius.
Apart from these 3 or 4 ripped magazine papers, there were still 2 pamphlets there.
Those delivering the message couldn't very well carry thick books while fleeing.
Thus, they only carried turn-off pages and other lighter papers.
Jimila looked at the many strange papers with trembling hands.
Just what sort of paper was this?
The quality was something she had never seen before.
It was nothing like their brown parchment paper!
The more she looked at the strange but beautiful images shown on the papers, the more determined she was in bringing Lucy in.
How can such a clever mind be buried behind a greedy man?
Yes!
If she brought in Lucy and extracted all this information from her, wouldn't her reign go down in history as the best of them all?
(*∆*)
Jimila's eyes twinkled.
Before her reign was up, she would get Lucy here to make up for this matter, be it by hook or by crook!
