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

The shock in the high priest's eyes flashed by in an instant.

"What's wrong?"

Victoria smiled gently.

"without"

The high priest shook his head.

"But Princess Victoria, you are truly favored by Mother Tree."

"Why? How so?"

"without"

The high priest released Victoria's hand, turned around, and shouted:

"Come with me, I'll take you to bathe in holy water."

"Um"

Victoria nodded and followed.

It was obvious that the high priest had just discovered something.

But since the other party didn't say anything, she didn't ask. She followed silently, and could occasionally feel the high priest glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

But Victoria seemed unconcerned about any of that.

"This is it."

The high priest stopped and pushed open a door.

"Um"

Victoria nodded and went into the room.

The room was very simple, with only a spring in the center emitting white mist.

And that was the holy water.

Click!

The door was slammed shut.

. . .

After Victoria left, a slender and beautiful elfin girl stood quietly in the same spot.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

Like a wounded beast, filled with a bloodlust.

Beside her was a charming and adorable little elf.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

The little girl asked with concern.

"what……"

The elf, addressed as "elder sister," raised her head, revealing her delicate features.

That's Ayana Blake.

There was a faint resemblance between her eyebrows and Victoria's features.

But she is more like her younger sister, Lilia Flor.

"fine."

Ayana shook her head, calming her agitated emotions.

Then, she crouched down, picked up a small piece of broken wood, and examined it carefully.

On the wooden board, a young snake is drawn, winding and coiling.

It flicked its tongue, as if watching everything.

"When the roots of the World Tree were severed, all life on the root system perished along with the severed sacred tree."

Ayana whispered:

"Moreover, this section is—"

She stopped speaking, looked at the broken planks in her hand, and fell silent.

"The branches of the world tree?"

Lilia opened her eyes wide.

"Yes."

Ayana nodded, her expression somewhat dazed:

"Throughout the long ages, the World Tree has never ceased to thrive. But today, only these fragments remain..."

She slowly handed the wooden board to the little girl.

"Take it."

"oh."

Lilia responded, carefully carrying the broken planks, and ran away quickly.

"Why?"

She turned around in confusion:

"Sister, aren't you looking for that princess?"

"No need."

Ayana smiled and shook her head, watching Lilia walk away before taking another step towards the root of the world.

The roots of the World Root have been completely destroyed, and the earth is covered with scorched earth, debris, and ashes.

"High Priest."

Ayana stepped forward and bowed to the old man on the high platform.

The high priest nodded slightly, his expression both kind and dignified.

Behind her, the high-ranking knights bowed solemnly and respectfully withdrew.

Only the High Priest and Ayana remained.

The high priest glanced at the broken wooden plaque in Ayana's arms, his eyes flickering for a moment.

Immediately, he coughed lightly:

"We have done what we were supposed to do."

She looked at the fragments on the ground, her gaze complex.

"That's the power of fate—boundless and unpredictable."

"But it will eventually end, won't it?"

Ayana looked up at the sun in the sky, her eyes clear and bright:

"The fact that the World Tree can still survive proves that its destiny is still intact."

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

Since that's the case, let's persevere until fate brings us to an end.

"I hope so."

"However, those who control fate will ultimately be controlled by fate."

. . .

At this moment, in the rising mist of the sacred spring, Victoria's silver hair was bathed in emerald light.

She looked down at her reflection in the water, and memories rippled outwards like waves.

Seven hundred years ago, on that stormy night, her mother pressed her young daughter to the bottom of the sacred spring, and the sealing incantation seeped into her cochlea along with the water flow.

"It turns out that what my mother sealed away wasn't my memories."

Victoria touched the newly emerging leaf-vein-like patterns behind her ear.

"It is the World Tree's last hope."

Suddenly the spring water boiled, and the rainbow light cast by the seventeen crystal pillars intertwined on the water's surface, creating a canopy-like projection.

The new shoots on the dead tree stump trembled violently, and their twin phantom images were reflected in Victoria's moist pupils—

One plant is lush and green, while the other is entwined with scarlet vines.

Are you surprised?

The fairy princess stepped out from the rainbow light, with a butterfly formed from starlight resting on the tip of her hair.

"Back then, my mother split her own spirit core in two, dividing the World Tree seed in two."

She lightly touched the water's surface with her fingertips, and the reflection instantly transformed into a burning temple.

Victoria saw the pregnant Elf Queen kneeling before the charred tree roots, with tangled golden and red saplings emerging from her belly.

"The pure half of you drifted into the mortal world, leaving behind the polluted half."

The princess lifted her bangs, revealing a dark red mark that was symmetrical to the lines behind Victoria's ear.

"I grew up under the corrosive influence of the abyss."

The dead tree stump suddenly cracked, and the two saplings grew rapidly at the same time.

The emerald green plant sprouted branches adorned with moon dew, while the scarlet one blossomed with demonic flowers that emitted the smell of sulfur.

Victoria felt a burning pain in her right eye, and her vision suddenly pierced through the ground—

Deep within the roots of the World Tree, the golden and red root veins intertwine like venomous snakes.

"The selection of kings has never been about vying for the throne."

The princess's butterfly wings unfurled behind her like a starry curtain.

"It determines which half of the World Tree can survive."

Victoria's silver-leaf robe fluttered without wind, and tendrils of crystal orchids grew from her hair.

Do you understand why your mother sent you away back then?

The fairy princess explained to Victoria.

"Sisters raised separately represent two possibilities for the continuation of the World Tree."

The sacred spring began to flow backward, forming a swirling emerald vortex in the water curtain.

Victoria held the branch of the lush green sapling, while the princess bit her fingertip and smeared her blood on the scarlet demon flower.

The Elf King Bell, silent for a thousand years, suddenly roared at the top of the tree, startling thousands of luminous flower spirits.

When the rainbow light from the seventeen crystal pillars simultaneously enveloped the two sisters.

Victoria heard her mother's last message sealed in the spring:

"Remember, new shoots are always closer to the sun than withered branches."

. . .

Ripples of mother-of-pearl shimmered on the surface of the holy spring, and Victoria's silver hair flowed like a water lily under the moon in the pale golden liquid.

At this moment, a cold and beautiful woman playing a bone flute slowly opened her eyes, put down the flute, and looked at Victoria lying in the holy spring water with disdain in her eyes.

"Is this the chosen one that the arrogant princess brought back?"

"May you sink into this eternal slumber!"

As her figure disappeared into the teleportation array, half an ice crystal butterfly wing flashed in the reflection on the water.

The true sanctuary was completely silent. Victoria slowly opened her eyes, her face as calm as still water.

"Is that another chosen one?" (End of Chapter)