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

The lingering traces of jealousy in the body transformed into fireflies and gradually dissipated.

"Oh"

The elven girl watched the slowly dissipating corpse with an indifferent expression.

The elven girl's appearance was exactly the same as Jealousy's.

Her face was beautiful, yet it hinted at a certain danger.

She was slender and wore a pure black long dress that perfectly accentuated her figure.

Her snow-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her ruby-like eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

Her skin was crystal clear, without a single blemish even in her pores.

That exquisitely beautiful face revealed an air of arrogance.

She stood there quietly, like a deity looking down upon all living beings.

She looked ahead, exuding an inexplicable air of authority that made people afraid to look directly at her.

Noticing someone approaching, she slowly put on the fox mask.

"Oh dear, Your Majesty seems to be in bad shape!"

Accompanied by footsteps, a soft voice rang out in the dark night.

Arisa walked slowly towards them.

She wore a gorgeous purplish-red dress, had a slender figure and stunning beauty, and a subtle, almost imperceptible smile played at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, you're only arriving now?"

"ah"

Arisa was stunned to see the Jealous Monarch completely unharmed, with no damage to his posture or clothing.

Strange.

She only came over when she saw the emperor on the verge of death.

Even the aura and magic that had been greatly weakened before could no longer be felt on him.

This is very strange.

In such a battle, especially against the primordial elves, even the Jealous Monarch should not have emerged unscathed.

Is there any way to quickly restore one's own magic or power?

"Is the matter I asked you to handle settled?"

Seeing Arisa's surprised expression, Jealousy chuckled softly.

"Of course"

Arisa silently put away the demon sword, Higanbana, her face showing a hint of sincerity.

Noticing Arisa's subtle movements, Jealousy chuckled softly.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"How could that be!"

Arisa flashed a bright smile, looking completely harmless.

However, Jealousy didn't believe that this dishonest girl had no ideas at all. Through the fox mask, Jealousy stared intently at Arisa in front of her.

"Okay, a little."

Arisa nodded, honestly admitting it, without a trace of fear on her face.

boom!

The moment Arisa made her acknowledgment, a powerful magical force suddenly surged towards her.

This was an extremely pure surge of magical power, activated almost instantly, accompanied by countless incantations.

Therefore, Arisa had no time to react and was sent flying by the powerful magical impact.

"Remember who you are."

His eyes narrowed with jealousy as he warned Arisa.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Arisa showed no displeasure; in fact, she laughed out loud and nodded.

"OK."

Jealousy squinted at the unkillable Arisa.

She was naturally aware of the so-called princess's ulterior motives, but she didn't care.

As long as you obey her orders at crucial moments.

She wouldn't care what the rest of them did or thought.

She would even take the initiative to help when there was something fun to be had.

This is the gathering of beauties.

"Your Majesty, what exactly is your relationship with that spirit?"

Arisa stood up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked fearlessly.

"You saw it?"

Jealousy narrowed his eyes as he stared at Arisa.

Arisa ignored the dangerous gaze and stares, her eyes burning with gossip.

"Yes, I saw it."

"I can see it clearly. I never imagined that Your Majesty would be so beautiful, and also an elf."

"It's also related to little Lia, that's amazing!"

"My relationship with that elf!"

Hearing Arisa praise her beauty, her jealousy subsided a little, and she nodded, saying:

"Of course they are mother and daughter."

"Oh, really?"

Aria's eyes curved into crescent shapes, and she grinned, revealing an expression of disbelief.

I don't believe it.

She shook her head, her voice still carrying a hint of childishness.

Don't believe me?

Jealousy raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by Aria's reaction.

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She swayed her body gently, exuding a captivating charm.

"Oh, why?"

The voice of jealousy was as smooth as silk, full of allure.

"They're more like sisters than mother and daughter."

Arisa pondered for a moment, then smiled and circled around Daigo.

"Fighting for that pitiful maternal love"

"Hahaha!"

boom!

A loud bang ripped through the night sky.

Arisa's laughter stopped abruptly as her head exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Jealousy looked at the corpse on the ground, and a strange sense of regret welled up in her heart.

She shouldn't have killed Arisa so directly; she should have at least let her live a little longer and experience the taste of fear.

They shouldn't have been killed outright.

"You're done too?"

Jealousy lingered as she looked at Elena, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Um"

Elena looked at the headless body of Arisa on the ground and nodded.

"If I'm not mistaken, those old men will immediately send someone of bishop rank or higher after they hear I'm here."

"Oh, that's wonderful!"

Jealousy picked up the red stone from the ground and held it above its head.

Under the moonlight, the pale yellow glow emanating from the red stone reflected in her ruby-like eyes, making her appear extremely captivating.

"This is really interesting."

She murmured to herself, her eyes gleaming.

"It won't be long before this forest becomes even more lively."

Elena looked on with jealousy.

Jealousy opened its mouth and bit down without hesitation.

Elena tried to stop her, but it was too late.

Click!

The redstone was easily crushed like candy in the mouth of jealousy, and then swallowed.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Inside the comfort station, it was already late at night.

Those knights who had been so valiant during the day had long since departed, no longer lingering.

This period was a rare moment of peace for the women in the comfort stations, and one of the few times they could rest.

After enduring all the hardships of the day, they were already exhausted.

They dragged their heavy bodies to the makeshift washroom and washed away the bruises and wounds covering their skin.

Although the water was icy cold, it could not wash away the pain and humiliation in their hearts.

After drying themselves off, they lay down on the old wooden bed.

The bed was hard, with only a thin mattress on top, but for them, it was the best place to rest.

They closed their eyes, trying to forget the pain and misery of the day, and drifted off to sleep.

The entire comfort station fell into silence, with only the occasional soft breathing of a woman.

The lights here are dim and faint, as if they might go out at any moment.

Only in this darkness could they feel a slight sense of security.

However, this rare tranquility did not last long.

Suddenly, a series of noisy footsteps broke the silence of the night, echoing in the empty corridor.

Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked open rudely, and a group of hungry knights burst in. (End of Chapter)