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

"Are we really so bad that we can't make you feel trusted?"

Fiona faced Morris, who stood before her staff, neither leaving nor seeming to want to silently endure everything.

"Was everything we've experienced over the past ten years a lie?"

"sorry."

Morris repeated the same words, which greatly disappointed Fiona. Her staff trembled slightly, and magic slowly gathered in her hand.

Finally, she put down her staff.

"Is that so? I'm so sorry."

"Perhaps it was all just wishful thinking on my part."

Fiona turned and left.

"That's outrageous!"

Amy glanced at Maurice and jogged after him.

Maurice stared in the direction the two women had left, deep in thought.

I'm wondering whether I should let him say it.

The existence of the Goblin King.

However, if this gets out, it won't be as simple as just destroying a nest.

The whole world will be plunged into war.

Engaged in a battle to wipe out all the goblins.

But clearing out all the goblins is not such a simple task.

If it could really be done, at the moment the Goblin Empire collapsed.

Each ethnic group has already done so.

But Morris still spoke up.

"I am searching for a king"

He felt that if he didn't speak up soon, this might be the last time he saw them.

Morris's sudden words made the two girls stop in their tracks, and they were instantly stunned.

"king?"

Although they shouldn't have thought in that direction, the two of them still pointed to the root of the evil without prior agreement.

In fact, goblins don't grow that fast.

They were originally like humans, but their lifespan was shorter, and there were virtually no superior goblins.

But after the birth of the Goblin King, all races realized how terrifying the goblin race was.

The moment he became king, almost all the goblins were given the power to grow rapidly.

They reproduce rapidly, and their population increases at an incredible rate.

Furthermore, due to their large numbers, many previously unseen superior goblin species have also appeared.

This even gave rise to the Goblin General, a species that would be considered absolutely superior to other races.

Even now, with the Goblin King dead and the empire collapsed.

Those goblins that survived, still improved by the bloodline of the dead king, are scattered throughout the world.

No matter how many times you kill them, you can't kill them all.

They couldn't imagine it.

What kind of disaster would occur if a goblin were to give birth to a king again?

"Your Majesty, are you referring to the Goblin King?"

Amy stared at Maurice in disbelief.

"That's right, King, the King of the Goblins."

Morris nodded.

"To be precise, they are goblins qualified to become kings."

"How is that possible?"

Fiona still couldn't believe it.

"But that's what my skills tell me."

Morris paused for a moment, and after confirming that no one else was around, he explained to them:

"As you all know, I possess the relevant goblin skills."

He clenched his fist, his eyes resolute.

"It is this power that gives me strength far beyond my limits when facing goblins."

"That's something passed down from generation to generation of Goblin Slayers."

"It is also their only wish in this life."

"Kill the goblin, the king who has not yet grown up."

"So, you found it?" Amy stared at Morris.

She trusted Maurice; after so much time, he should have some relevant information.

"Hmm, its distinctive feature is that it's a goblin with white hair."

Morris hesitated for a moment, then continued:

"The one who killed your brother was most likely the king."

"I fought that white-haired goblin."

"That unique, one-hit-kill technique is something no other goblin possesses."

"Why are you only telling me now?"

Amy clenched her fists, but did not erupt in anger as Morris had expected.

"I."

Morris opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"So, in the end, you didn't even consider us partners?"

"I only said it out of guilt towards Dita."

Amy turned around, her eyes fixed on Maurice.

I'm waiting to see what he'll say.

But Maurice just stared at his head and didn't say anything.

"you"

He then turned and left.

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

Watching Amy leave, Maurice covered his head and asked Fiona beside him.

"Not leaving together"

"What, are you hoping I'll leave?"

"without"

Fiona opened her mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by Morris.

"I did indeed make friends with goblins."

"ha?"

Fiona looked at Morris with disbelief.

. . .

rustling.

The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, causing them to tremble slightly.

In the silent forest, every breath of Maurice's seemed exceptionally clear.

Suddenly, sensing something, Maurice slowly opened his eyes, drew the knife from his waist, and walked into the depths of the forest.

Looking into the depths of the forest, a group of green figures slowly approached.

The sound of the world resounded in his mind.

[When facing enemy goblins, your exclusive skill "Goblin Slayer" activates.]

[Based on your hatred for goblins, your attack against goblins is increased by 100%]

"Humans!"

A roar shattered the tranquility of the forest.

boom!

With a roar, a gigantic figure descended from the sky, landing in front of Morris, its eyes wide as it roared:

"This time, I absolutely will not lose again!"

As the smoke cleared, the goblin's ferocious and furious face was revealed.

"I also want you to experience the pain of losing your companions and your home."

. . .

Meanwhile, deep in the dense forest on the other side.

A blonde girl sat on a tall tree branch, her green eyes clear and deep, like a stream in the forest.

She gazed in the direction of the adventurers' camp not far away, her brows furrowed, as if deep in thought.

"A goblin swarm?"

Amy murmured to herself, her voice clear and melodious, like the song of a lark.

She picked up her staff, the magical light at its tip shimmering and illuminating her exquisite face.

Just as she was about to get up and fly to the camp to help.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a patch of snow-white.

The snow-white color, hidden in the faint red mist, appeared and disappeared, like a pure white flower in a secluded valley.

"What is that?"

Amy squinted her eyes curiously.

Her holy power began to gather above her eyes, golden light flashing as if trying to see through the mist.

As her vision gradually cleared, she saw that snow-white true form.

It was a head of long, snow-white hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, passing through her pointed ears and hanging straight down to her ankles.

The golden gauze robe accentuated her slender and delicate figure, making her appear as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

Amy was stunned, her eyes filled with amazement.

She had never seen such a beautiful elf before; her pure and flawless temperament and delicate and graceful figure made her feel ashamed of herself.

“Who…who are you?”

Amy couldn't help but ask,

Her voice trembled slightly, seemingly overwhelmed by the beautiful scenery before her. (End of Chapter)