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

I don't know why I suddenly became sober.

Although a voice in their minds was still tempting them, they pounced on all the women in front of them.

But there was nothing they could do at that moment.

Unable to take a step forward or backward, he could only watch as the women slowly approached.

block!

One of the knights dropped his longsword, which he had been gripping tightly, and lowered his head, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Upon seeing this scene, Maurice wanted to go up, but then he remembered the horrific sight he had witnessed earlier.

He hesitated.

However, it was because of his hesitation that the three knights were killed by the woman with red eyes.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just bloodshot eyes; the entire pupil had turned red.

Of course.

brush!

Before he could even think, the leading woman charged straight at him and swung her sword down.

block!

Maurice, realizing what was happening, blocked the attack with his sword.

To his surprise, the sword was very heavy, and even he was struggling to use it!

"What's wrong with you, my beauty!"

Indeed, Maurice recognized the person in front of him.

She is the wife of the owner of the Linxia tavern, and her name is Hongyan.

We met through drinking together.

She was captured by goblins while gathering medicine for her husband who had a fever.

They were captured for three years until the goblin's lair was breached and they were finally rescued.

Three years can change a lot of things.

The biggest change was that she was abandoned.

That's right, very few women are captured and abused by goblins.

So, having nowhere else to go, she had no choice but to stay in this comfort station.

They were taken in by the comfort station.

It was those women who were abandoned, unwanted, yet still held onto that tiny bit of will to live.

Even so, Maurice still saw that the beautiful woman often comforted women like herself.

She was very persistent, and even three years in the goblin lair did not seem to break her spirit.

She cooked, did laundry, and comforted women who hadn't yet moved on, all with the same gentleness.

She was clearly one of them.

Maurice admired her greatly.

Even after learning that her husband had married another woman less than a year after her arrest, she neither cried nor became angry.

She just smiled silently.

He didn't know how the woman in front of him had managed to endure those three years, nor did he know what had happened to make her like this.

But he imagined the woman before him as a beautiful woman.

I'm not the kind of person who would easily fall into depravity.

"My love, wake up, I'm Maurice."

Morris tried to wake the woman, but he was met with a series of chaotic and unpredictable slashes.

It was a kind of anger, an endless hatred, and a despair that he couldn't understand.

"Wake up! I know—"

"What do you know?!"

Before Morris could speak, Hongyan interrupted him directly.

"You know, you know, what exactly do you know?!"

The sword was swung wildly, slashing and hacking at Maurice repeatedly, tearing many holes in his armor.

"Me, me"

Seeing the distorted face that wanted to cry but couldn't, Maurice knew.

She didn't cry then.

I can't cry.

The tears had long since dried up in that dark and gloomy lair.

"Get out of here!"

boom!

The sword, imbued with immense force, slashed down.

Morris staggered back several meters before regaining his footing.

When he looked up again, the woman had clearly lost interest in him and was looking at the other knights.

No, I didn't mean to.

Seeing that the beautiful woman was looking at him, the knight took a step back with a look of regret.

Clearly, their thinking has shifted from their lower bodies to their upper bodies.

The power of "lust" is weakened.

"I...I don't know, how did it happen?"

Yes, me too.

The knights, who had begun to think with their upper bodies, offered their explanations:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

But, is explaining or saying sorry enough?

The bruises, scratches, and bloodstains etched on the women's bodies seemed to scream at the knights, telling of their crimes.

"kill!"

A hoarse, unpleasant roar was almost squeezed out of that broken throat.

They roared and charged forward.

Those knights who were unwilling to die went up as well.

He raised the sword with the hand that had been used to strike, and with trembling legs, he slashed at the women who were charging at him.

puff puff!

The sword pierced the flesh, and blood splattered.

Although the knights were almost exhausted and completely powerless.

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

But this is relative.

Moreover, they possessed swordsmanship honed over many years, far surpassing that of these untrained women.

The knight's blade easily pierced and tore through the women's flesh.

but!

Even with their bodies pierced and intestines spilling out, the women did not stop their attack.

They pounced on her as if they felt no pain.

Like a wild beast unafraid of death, it bites its enemy fiercely.

Perhaps, these pains are really nothing to them!

The tears have dried, but the blood has not yet been shed!

For a moment, the knights were terrified by these fierce and reckless women.

However, the beauty seemed to feel nothing at all, and continued to swing her long sword.

At this moment, a knight seized the opportunity to snatch the longsword from the beauty's hand, but she kicked him in the abdomen with a flip, causing him to fall to the ground.

That woman was like a killing machine.

Her body possessed not only strength, but also madness.

Her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"stop!"

At this moment, knight captains, who appeared out of nowhere, led some knights into the battle, attempting to control both sides.

"What are you doing! Stop it right now!"

The knight captain's shouts did not stop the crazed women; instead, they enraged them even more.

Ignoring everything else, they brandished their weapons and slashed at the knights.

Not only that, they opened their mouths, stuck out their tongues, and revealed sharp fangs, biting at the necks of the knights.

Blood gushed out.

That scene filled the knights' eyes with fear.

"Damn it! What kind of monsters are you?!"

"Damn it, what's wrong with them?!"

The knights cried out in terror.

The beautiful woman looked at the panicked knights and gave them a sarcastic smile.

"monster"

"monster"

She murmured to herself, the blood red in her pupils growing ever deeper.

"Hahaha, what about monsters?"

"As long as I can kill you all!"

"Ha, how dare you!"

The knight captain let out a cold laugh, and a terrifying aura suddenly erupted, pressing down on the crazed women so much they couldn't straighten up.

"We understand why you're so angry, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"We are also influenced by some unknown force."

The knight captain spoke in a condescending tone to the woman on the ground, whose presence was overwhelming him.

"But don't worry, I will get justice for you."

"Find the source of all this, and kill them!"

"So, let's pretend this never happened."

The honor of knights must never be tarnished.

All of this happened in various parts of the comfort stations, where the red-eyed, crazed women were suppressed by the awakened captains of the knights.

. . .

"So what exactly happened?"

Noticing the brothel in the distance, filled with the aura of a demon king, Arthur immediately sensed something was wrong.

Could it be that the Demon King has arrived?

Without a second thought, Arthur immediately quickened his pace. (End of Chapter)