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

"I've already told you, I'm not your sister."

Victoria's fingertips sank deeply into the moonstone window frame.

The unique resinous scent of the ancient trees, mixed with the night dew, filled the palace.

The crystal chandelier jingled like wind chimes in the evening breeze, slicing Victoria's silhouette into fragmented spots of light.

The starlight vines hanging from the palace ceiling suddenly began to move without any wind.

"Don't call me that anymore."

Victoria loosened the cracked window frame, and as she turned, her moon-white robe trailed a silvery sheen across the crystal floor tiles.

"Also, I'm tired, please leave."

Her voice was icy, as if she wanted to shut out all warmth.

Inside the palace, the moon-white robe rippled across the crystal floor tiles like waves before finally settling into stillness.

However, the fairy princess showed no sign of leaving.

"Hehe, don't be so heartless."

She sat down without a second thought, acting as if she were one of the guests.

"I've brought some important information to tell you."

"Important intelligence?"

Victoria frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in her voice.

"Your child seems to be sealed away."

The fairy princess's words were like sharp blades in the cold wind, piercing straight into Victoria's heart.

However, surprisingly, Victoria's expression did not change much.

"You don't seem worried?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the elf princess's eyes.

"I'm worried. As a mother, how could I not be worried?"

Victoria gently touched her chest, where only a mother possesses such tenderness and resilience.

"but"

She changed the subject, her eyes revealing determination and trust.

"I trust my child more than I worry."

"oh!"

The fairy princess chuckled softly, seemingly moved by Victoria's unwavering resolve.

"I'm so envious!"

Her eyes flickered with complex emotions.

"but"

The fairy princess changed the subject, her tone revealing a deeper meaning.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to perform like this."

Her eyes shimmered, as if she were recalling a distant past.

"You actually managed to get those arrogant blood elves to submit to you; you're quite capable!"

The fairy princess's words carried a hint of barely perceptible admiration.

However, Victoria did not respond directly.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Her voice was calm and firm, without the slightest wavering.

The fairy princess chuckled softly, seemingly unconcerned about Victoria's answer.

"Oh, is this something I can't say?"

She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Then, I wish you success in finding someone to eliminate the rest of your rivals, and then standing before me."

The fairy princess stood up, preparing to leave.

But just as she was about to leave, she suddenly stopped, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"By the way..."

Her voice was like a whisper in the night wind, yet it possessed an indescribable penetrating power.

"Iyana Blake is dead."

"What did you say?"

Victoria's eyebrows shot up sharply, her voice revealing undisguised shock.

The fairy princess's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

"I'm just reminding you."

Her voice was deep and meaningful.

"Ayana was with you in the end."

"And as everyone knows, Ayana is currently vying with you for the King's Seed."

"Then, you tell me."

Her gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Victoria's heart.

"Did her death have anything to do with you?"

Inside the palace, the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

"I didn't kill him."

Victoria's voice was deep and firm, and her eyes were clear without the slightest hesitation.

"I didn't kill her in the end."

"How gentle!"

The elven princess's tone carried a barely perceptible hint of mockery.

"We are compatriots"

Victoria reiterated this.

"My fellow countrymen!"

The elven princess chuckled softly, seemingly having a unique understanding of the word.

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"I understand, and Ayana's death means nothing to me."

Her words were cold.

"In my eyes, she's already dead."

"but"

The fairy princess's voice rang out again, like a whisper in the cold wind.

"Do you think anyone else will believe you?"

Her gaze was sharp as a sword, piercing straight into the depths of Victoria's soul.

"Although on the royal road, the death of the chosen one is already predetermined, except for the true king."

"But will the elves believe your words? Will the priests believe them?"

Her words rained down on Victoria like a barrage of bullets, each one heavy as lead.

The fairy princess waved her hand gently, as if bidding farewell to someone insignificant.

"Your so-called gentleness is not on the royal road at all."

"In this dog-eat-dog world, your kindness will only become your weakness."

"Well then, congratulations on surviving to the end."

Her voice was deep and meaningful, as if every word contained some unsolved mystery.

As Victoria watched the fairy princess's figure gradually disappear into the distance, her heart grew heavier.

Her thoughts drifted back to her last meeting with Ayana.

"Victoria, do you think this royal selection is meaningful?"

Ayana's voice sounded particularly weak in the wind and rain.

"Elves, do you need a king?"

A complex emotion flickered in Ayana's eyes—a sense of bewilderment about the future and a questioning of fate.

"Lia, I'm really not suited to be king. I'll have to trouble you to work hard for me too."

Memories flooded back, and tears welled in Victoria's eyes.

Although the two elves have been vying for the King's Seed for the past few months.

However, Ayana never seemed to truly want to win; her participation was more like fulfilling her responsibility as an elf.

Perhaps she disagreed with the existence of the Chosen Ones even more than I did.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling her snow-white hair.

Victoria opened the window and jumped without hesitation.

She had to find out who killed Ayana.

Whether for themselves or for Ayana.

She always felt that there was something going on behind the scenes.

As Victoria hurried through the night, her thoughts drifted like swirling snowflakes.

who is it?

Who was behind all this, taking Ayana's life?

Could it be another chosen one?

But besides the Elf Princess, who else could defeat the powerful Ayana so quietly?

Also, why kill Ayana?

All of this is like a fog, making it impossible for people to see the truth.

. . .

In another room.

The fairy princess was looking out the window at Victoria as she walked away.

"So"

A slight smile played on her lips, as if she were watching a captivating drama.

"Who will be the first to become king?"

She murmured to herself, her voice revealing a hint of amusement and anticipation.

"Is it that little guy, or my sister?" (End of Chapter)