Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

Inside the comfort station, the night was as dark as ink, with flickering firelight.

Maurice leaned quietly against a thick tree, his gaze deep and penetrating the flickering flames as he watched the women laughing and chatting around the fire.

His eyes held an indescribable complexity of emotions, a sharpness honed by time, yet also carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible tenderness.

Why would you help a goblin?

An aged and steady voice slowly came from behind him.

Morris paused for a moment, then turned around and saw Jori, the guild leader of the Adventurers' Guild branch.

His face is etched with the marks of time, but his eyes remain as sharp as an eagle's.

"I have no interest in dying goblins."

Morris said calmly, his voice revealing a firmness and indifference.

"besides"

He turned around and looked at Jori, who was walking slowly towards him.

"Why would you deceive a goblin?"

Jori frowned slightly. He walked slowly to Maurice's side and stood beside him, looking at the women playing around the campfire.

Are you pitying him?

Jori stopped and stood beside Maurice, looking at the man who had spent his entire life killing goblins.

"This isn't like you."

"Like me?"

"What does it mean to be like me?"

Morris watched the figure writhing around the campfire and in the cabin.

"What's the difference between these people and goblins?"

He spoke softly, his voice revealing an indescribable confusion and pain.

Upon hearing this, Jory was startled to notice a light in Maurice's eyes that he had never seen before.

It was confusion, struggle, but also determination and perseverance.

"You're not allowed to interfere in the goblin and that woman's affairs."

Jori warned Morris.

"This matter is not as simple as you think."

"By what right do you speak to me?"

Morris looked at Jori with an extremely serious expression.

"Is it as the guild leader, or as his adoptive father?"

You've changed.

Jori stared at him, seemingly comparing him to the Goblin Slayer from his memory.

"The You Before"

"In the past, I would have decisively killed every goblin I saw."

Morris spoke first, interrupting Jori.

"So, why did you agree to that goblin's request?"

"Knowing full well that I would kill him?"

"His demands are clearly unmet?"

"Because this will minimize the losses."

"Is that all?"

Jori stared at Maurice, not answering his question, and repeated it to those present:

"Are you feeling sorry for that goblin?"

"You already know that, so why are you asking me this question?"

Morris sighed, paused, and then continued:

"That guy has my sister's weapon."

"That guy?" Jori asked, puzzled.

"The goblin I once took in, and the demonic sword Blood Lotus."

"What?!"

Upon hearing Morris's words, Jori looked alarmed and immediately grabbed his shoulders.

"Are you serious? One of the legendary Seven Lost Demon Blades, the Blood Lotus Demon Blade, has reappeared?"

"Is that all you care about?"

"This is important!"

Noticing Morris's gloomy expression, Jori recovered from his shock and coughed a few times.

"So, the goblin is still alive?"

"I don't know, maybe he's dead."

"Really!"

Jori nodded thoughtfully.

"So, what did that goblin tell you that made you this way?"

As Jori spoke, his eyes were fixed on him, as if trying to discern something.

"What have I become?"

"If it were you from before, you would definitely have killed that goblin iron."

"Do you want me to kill him?"

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Jori did not answer, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Don't blame me for overthinking.

He patted Maurice on the shoulder and comforted him:

"After all, you were so naive when you were little, always thinking that goblins and humans could live together peacefully."

"But that's impossible."

"I know"

Morris nodded, and unconsciously clenched his fist as he recalled the crimson stain and the stench from his memory.

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If it weren't for his naiveté, his sister wouldn't have died such a humiliating death.

can.

Why would he, that goblin heaven, say such a thing?

After exchanging some casual words, Jori said goodbye to Maurice.

Morris frowned slightly as he watched Jori's disappearing figure.

How could he possibly forgive a goblin?

Dita is dead.

Morris slowly closed his eyes, and the scene from that time involuntarily came back to him.

His body was swallowed up by a terrifying force, leaving only his lonely head hanging from a withered tree, his empty eye sockets staring into the endless darkness.

The stark white bones gleamed eerily in the dark forest, as if protesting this unjust fate.

All around, dark blue fish swam, each carrying bits of flesh and blood in its mouth—the remains of Dita's body.

But the head that had been gnawed on was still alive.

Until they rushed back, as if to let them see, Dita breathed his last before their eyes.

"What, what's going on?!"

The Goblin Slayer squad was stunned, staring at the scene before them, their anger rising uncontrollably.

Fiona let out an angry roar.

"Who did this?!"

"The goblin's corpse is gone!"

Amy suddenly noticed that the black goblin corpse that Morris had killed was gone.

Clearly, what's happening right now is the work of that goblin Black Dry.

That goblin Black did not actually die.

For the ever-cautious Morris, this was an unforgivable mistake.

It was this mistake that prevented them from accurately finishing off the enemy and confirming their death.

His partner died because of him.

"What exactly are you looking for?!"

Amy couldn't hold back any longer. She rushed forward and grabbed Maurice by the collar.

"If it weren't for you, Dita wouldn't be dead!!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice choked with emotion.

Morris neither resisted nor offered an explanation.

He silently endured Amy's anger and grief.

He knew that no matter what he said, he could not bring Dita back to life, nor could he make up for his mistake.

He could only silently endure all of this and try to make up for his mistakes with his actions.

"If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you..."

"If you hadn't been in such a hurry to leave, without making sure that guy was dead, Dita wouldn't be dead."

"sorry."

Morris lowered his head and did not answer her question.

"Does an apology help?"

A terrifying magical power surged from Fiona, instantly expanding her mental domain. She slowly raised her eyes, and magic circles appeared around her, locking onto Morris.

"Can your apology bring Dita back to life?!"

"sorry"

That's enough.

Fiona raised her magic wand and aimed it at Morris.

"I'm giving you a chance. What are you doing? What are you looking for?!" (End of Chapter)