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

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me like that."

Seeing Victoria's little look, Celia covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Also, Her Highness the Princess is much more magnanimous than you think."

When talking about the Elf Princess, Hilaya's eyes were filled with longing and pride.

"She doesn't care who I support, nor does she care whether anyone supports her."

"She only believes in herself; as long as she has the power to overcome everything, everything else is insignificant."

"As a king, you don't need anyone's support, you only need punishment."

She believed that there was nothing in the world that could not be done, nothing that was impossible!

"I was thinking about it before."

Hilaya lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Perhaps, no one can catch her eye.

Then, Hilary looked up at Victoria.

"Now, with you in the mix."

"No"

Hilaya recalled the figure in the blood mist, "Perhaps, there could be one more."

"Is that the king?"

Victoria frowned upon hearing Hilaya's opinion on the elf princess.

"I do not believe that it is the way of a king to subdue people by force."

"Isn't power meant to be used for restraint?"

"Powerful forces need to be restrained, which is why laws exist."

"I don't know."

Hilaya waved her hand. "I don't know, what profound principles are you talking about?"

"But I know."

Hilaya looked at Victoria and grinned:

"Powerful forces are inherently difficult to control; to control powerful forces, one must use even more powerful forces to control them."

"But then, how is that any different from being a princess?"

"The survival of the fittest is simply a natural selection process."

"The weak survive because the strong still possess compassion."

"otherwise"

Hilaya touched her neck.

"We're already dead."

"After all, we are still far behind the top monsters."

"But"

"alright"

Victoria wanted to say something, but it was clear that Hilary didn't want to discuss this topic with Victoria anymore.

"It's getting late."

"Miss Victoria, it's time for you to bathe in the holy water."

"Um"

Victoria nodded, understanding what Celia meant, and said nothing more.

Under Hilaya's leadership.

The two stepped onto the bridge.

The elven sanctuary was bathed in the morning light, and the floating bridge woven from vines swayed gently beneath our feet.

Victoria's silver hair brushed past her crystal lily-of-the-valley shaped earrings.

She reached out and held onto the railing, which was covered in stardust and moss, gazing at the city that had coexisted with the remains of giant trees for a thousand years.

The air was filled with the unique scent of moon dew, characteristic of the light elves, and in the distance came the morning prayer songs woven from harps and bagpipes.

Seventeen spiraling crystal pillars encircle the central plaza, each topped with an everlasting iridescent flower.

That was a sacred object solidified from the sap of the World Tree by the first Elf King.

"This way, Your Highness Victoria."

The butterfly wings of the guide butterfly refracted a glassy halo in the sunlight.

"The High Priest awaits you at the Root of the World."

Seeing that her mission was complete, Celia waved goodbye to Victoria, saying:

"Well then, I'll be going now."

"Lord Siraya"

Victoria turned around and called out to Celia:

"I will make you stand here with me."

"To prove to you my path."

"hehe"

She didn't turn around, she just waved.

"That will really disappoint you."

"Blood elves will not join the royal selection."

"Since the birth of the Elf King, the Blood Elf race has sworn an oath."

"We will be the shield and spear of the elves for life!"

"But this spear will not be pointed at our own compatriots."

Hilaya's voice echoed in the air, but the figure had long since disappeared, leaving only a faint echo.

"This way, Your Highness Victoria."

The guide extended the invitation once more.

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

"Um"

Victoria nodded and followed the guide.

"You don't need to call me Your Highness, just call me by my name."

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria."

The guide nodded and led Victoria toward the heart of the elven kingdom, toward the remains of the World Tree.

As we turned the seventh street corner filled with glow-in-the-dark roses.

Victoria staggered and grabbed the wall for support.

A sudden wave of dizziness gripped her heart like vines, and some ancient call pierced her blood, stirring up a storm in her ears.

The girl's ruby-like pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the gigantic, thousand-meter-tall black object in front of her—

The World Tree, which once spanned the heavens and the earth, now only has a charred trunk left, with amber-colored resin flowing from its cracks.

A memory suddenly flooded my mind.

At that time, when the evil dragon was gnawing on the World Tree and the demon kings were besieging the Elf Kingdom.

Her mother fought for this.

The root of the illness was also left at that time.

"This is what my mother protected."

Victoria's fingertips dug deeply into her palms.

The silver-leaf robe she had changed into for her coming-of-age ceremony was soaked with cold sweat.

At this moment, she finally understood why her mother never allowed her to approach the center of the Holy Land.

The guide's butterfly wings suddenly trembled violently, scattering countless specks of light, and emitted a horrified sound:

"Look! The Root of the World is glowing!"

At the base of the dead tree stump, a tender sprout, no taller than a hand, is piercing through the scorched soil.

The emerald halo spread at a visible speed, peeling away the charred bark to reveal the newly grown pale golden wood beneath.

Victoria felt as if countless roots were growing in her veins.

When she unconsciously reached out and touched the sapling, the whole earth suddenly roared.

"presumptuous!"

The authoritative rebuke was accompanied by the sound of the staff slamming to the ground.

The high priest's long, silver-blue hair danced wildly in the energy storm, and twelve sealing talismans floated around him.

"Who gave you permission to touch Mother Tree?!"

Victoria collapsed onto the churning mud, staring at the fingertips that had just touched the sapling—

Golden blood, the same color as the resin of the World Tree, is seeping out there.

"This is?"

The wind beneath the suspended bridge suddenly became biting, and the crystal lily of the valley on Victoria's earring emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The seal of memory cracked open amidst the resonance of bloodlines—

She saw in the burning temple, a priest with a swollen belly plunge a dagger into his chest, golden blood seeping into the last roots of the World Tree.

The tip of the high priest's staff glowed with a dangerous red light, but it suddenly went out when it touched the girl's tearful eyes.

"Your heartbeat."

Suddenly, the high priest seemed to have noticed something, and he grabbed Victoria's wrist, his aged face showing horror.

"Why is it completely consistent with the fluctuations of the World Tree's newly formed roots?"

The saplings burst forth with dazzling brilliance at this moment.

Victoria heard a gentle murmur carried on the wind.

As the seventh tender leaf brushed against her tearful cheek, millions of moonlight flowers suddenly bloomed on the charred remains of the giant tree.

All the plants in the entire elven kingdom bowed their heads in reverence and worship towards the sacred realm. (End of Chapter)