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

Dark red moonlight pierced through the gaps in the decaying leaves, dappling the body curled up in the mud.

Seventeen bodies covered in bruises and welts were trembling.

Their fingernails dug deep into the damp humus, and the blood seeping from between their fingers mingled with the mud after the rain.

As the last paladin tightened his gold-embroidered belt, the sole of his boot crushed the girl's mangled right hand.

A laugh, even more mournful than that of an owl, echoed through the woods.

The silver armor, soaked in holy water, gleamed coldly, and the longsword that once protected the empire was stained with the blood of a young girl.

The leading knight wiped the blood-stained holy emblem, the reflection of the cross mirroring the tattered lilies scattered on the ground—

Just like those sisters who withered away forever in the goblin cave three years ago.

"A dirty container."

The knight's spittle traced a silver line in the moonlight, landing precisely on the girl's festering ankle.

"Trash that doesn't even deserve to be offered as a sacrifice."

In the mud, in different locations, rooms, and places, seventeen pairs of eyes simultaneously narrowed, reflecting the scarlet crack in the sky through the dilapidated roof.

The sounds of the world simultaneously resonated in their minds.

I know your desires.

Become a member of my Lord's retinue, and I will grant you the fire to devour your desires.

Believe in our Lord, you humble one!

"yes!"

Almost without hesitation, seventeen dislocated mouths emitted hoarse sounds.

boom!

In an instant, some kind of power descended upon them.

They gained power.

I've got it! I'll take revenge on those people.

The power to take revenge on those who looked down on them and abandoned them!

The moment the contract rune burned on the retina.

They heard the crisp sound of their bones breaking and reforming.

The pupils, which were originally dark and empty, turned bright red, as if blood was flowing behind them, shimmering.

She and they raised their swords and knives.

When the first knight's head flew off, his blood-red eyes shone brightly in the moonlight.

The girls licked the warmth that had splashed on their lips and discovered that the taste of revenge was sweeter than the breast milk they remembered.

They cleaved through the silver armor with their swords, amidst the knights' mournful wails.

They strung those once-powerful organs together into blood-red wind chimes and hung them on the branches of oak trees charred by the sacred fire.

As dawn tore through the blood-red night, the surviving villagers saw seventeen human-shaped amber statues standing in a clearing in the woods—

It was a monument of vengeance forged from the viscera of knights, frozen with three hundred and sixty-five distorted faces.

The leading knight commander was turned into a perpetual fountain, his skull embedded in a crystal chalice, constantly gushing out a black liquid mixed with regret and fear.

They succeeded in getting their revenge.

Furthermore, I met someone who would serve me for life.

The figure standing amidst the blood mist was so beautiful and sacred, like a deity high in the sky, making one want to kneel in reverence.

These girls believe that only God could grant them such power.

However, God seemed indifferent to them.

In his eyes, there was only that angelic-faced elf, Victoria, his mother.

They were very disappointed.

Because, compared to such a dazzling existence.

No.

They don't even have the thought of comparing themselves to others.

This filthy body is destined to be unfit to serve such beings.

but.

Queen Victoria accepted them, even though they were dirty.

Then, in Your Majesty, Victoria.

The Hundred Demon Village they established.

Hunting provided a means of self-sufficiency.

When Victoria said this was their home.

They were very happy.

They finally found their place.

Their home.

And then there are them, and His Highness the most beloved monarch.

Even though His Highness the monarch had a cold expression and never smiled at them.

But they were already very content.

They don't ask for much.

No, it's that they're not qualified.

Their filthy bodies would be an eyesore to His Majesty if he were to see them.

How could they possibly dare to ask for that?

Simply being in the same place and catching a glimpse of each other is a great honor for them.

They were very happy at that time.

They spend their days hunting, devouring raw meat, and growing stronger.

We look forward to this accumulating little bit of strength finally coming in handy.

Their past experiences became the source of their relentless efforts.

One such experience is enough.

I thought things would just continue like this.

But fate played a cruel joke on them.

Those demons have descended once again.

They burned down their house.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Destroyed the village

Once, the heroes of their empire, heroes representing justice and kindness, drew their swords against them.

That was a one-sided crushing defeat.

"sorry"

It was clear that they had made up their minds to protect it.

"sorry"

They couldn't even protect His Majesty's village.

"sorry"

They were so easily manipulated.

These people's target is most likely Her Majesty Victoria or His Majesty the Monarch.

But they became obstacles.

"sorry"

They kept apologizing for their incompetence.

Resentment towards one's own weakness.

Despite the shattered soul and imprisonment, the emotions etched into it caused the corpse to speak, creating a bizarre scene.

"sorry"

and.

When they were reborn in the presence of others.

When they were resurrected by the monarch.

When they learned of what the monarch had done for them.

My heart was filled with surprise, shock, and joy.

It wasn't the joy of rebirth, but rather—"So, even the monarch has their place in his eyes!"

Even a single glance filled them with terror.

But soon, this ecstasy overwhelmed her shyness and trepidation, transforming into an even stronger sense of worship.

Reshape the physical body, unite the soul.

Then, he was resurrected.

This is a power belonging to 'God'.

From that time on, their lives, their untainted bodies, and even their souls all belonged to the monarch.

and so!

They will not back down!!

Even if the other party is a powerful elf princess.

They will never back down an inch!

"you--"

Looking at the people in front of her, Victoria felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

She could sense that these girls truly trusted Ye Yan.

They were not afraid of Ye Yan, nor were they intimidated by his power.

Instead, they genuinely wanted to protect and help him.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing this, the fairy princess smiled with considerable interest, a playful expression on her face.

"Having witnessed my strength just now, you still have the courage to draw your swords against me?"

The fairy princess's words were full of contempt, as if she didn't take these fairy girls seriously at all.

However, Hongyan and the others showed no fear or hesitation.

Their gazes were firm and cold, and the longswords in their hands gleamed with a chilling light.

"Our lives were given to us by His Majesty the Monarch."

Hongyan and the others said in unison.

"Now, it's just a tiny bit of a role that this cheap life can play."

As soon as she finished speaking, the fairies, including Hongyan, raised their longswords, the tips gleaming with a cold light, and launched a simultaneous attack on the elf princess. (End of this chapter)