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

A hint of seriousness flashed in the elven priest's eyes.

She could sense the extremely dense blood energy emanating from Hilaya, as well as the chilling intent to kill.

"She murdered her compatriots; we must give her an explanation."

The elven priest's voice was deep, but his tone was firm.

Hilaya sneered, looking at the elven priest with disdain.

"Explanation? What explanation?"

Her voice was cold and insane.

"Which way are they walking?"

"Wang Lu!"

"What does it matter if one or two chosen ones die on the royal road?!"

"you!"

The elven priest gritted his teeth, a flash of anger in his eyes.

But she knew she was no match for Hilaya.

The opponent's strength has reached a terrifying level.

"You, as the last line of defense for the elves, are now standing behind all the elves just because of one elf?"

The elven priest roared angrily.

"you!"

The elven priest was so angry at Hilaya's words that he trembled all over.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

A disdainful smile curled at the corner of Hilaya's lips as she slowly took a step forward, ready to confront him head-on.

"When will you be able to represent all the elves?"

"Besides, we blood elves are on their side, so why should we explain ourselves to others?"

Her voice was cold and resolute, each word like a sharp blade piercing the elven priest.

"Elven race, if danger arises, we can be the last line of defense, or the first, standing at the forefront!"

At this point, Hilaya paused, her expression growing increasingly cold.

"And now!"

Hilaya stood slowly in front of Victoria, her posture upright, like an insurmountable mountain.

"I am standing in front of Her Highness Victoria!"

"Is there a problem?"

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed directly on the elven priest, without flinching.

The elven priestess's face turned ashen. She knew she was no match for Hilaya, and she also knew that what Hilaya said was true.

"Okay, okay!"

The elven priest said "good" three times in a row, his tone filled with anger and helplessness.

She knew she couldn't change anything, much less force Celia and Victoria.

"I hope you won't regret it!"

After saying this, the elven priest turned and left with the other elves.

"Let's go back."

Seeing the group of elves completely disappear into the distance, Hilaria suppressed her aura and spoke softly to Victoria.

Victoria nodded slightly and followed Hilaya into the tent.

Along the way, the elves' gazes fell on Hilaya, filled with complex emotions and fear, causing her to frown.

"Do you know who it is?"

As she entered the house, Hilaria stopped and looked at Victoria with concern.

Victoria paused for a moment, then nodded: "More or less..."

"Don't you suspect that I killed him?"

"Are you questioning me?" Hilaya raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Since I'm standing by your side, it means I unconditionally trust you."

"That's what I said calmly."

"Heraiya, you..." Victoria stared blankly at Hieraiya.

"What? You have other suspicions?"

Hilaya raised an eyebrow.

"No……"

Victoria shook her head.

"Get some rest. Those guys shouldn't bother you for a while."

Hilya waved goodbye and left with the blood elves.

Victoria stood there alone for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

She stretched out her hands, looking at the bloodstains and cracks on her palms, a touch of sadness rising in the depths of her eyes.

"It can't be true, right!"

"No, she wouldn't do such a thing."

Therefore, she needs to confront them face-to-face.

Night falls.

Victoria arrived outside the fairy princess's room, quietly looking at the door, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Princess Eileen is the pride of the elven race and the most likely to become the next queen.

She is the hope in the hearts of all elves, and even more so, their faith.

But now...

Victoria took a deep breath and reached out to push open the door.

squeak-

The door slowly opened, and a strange floral fragrance wafted out.

What comes into view is a huge birdcage, and the room is full of flowers, trees and shrubs, a vibrant and lively place.

The latest novel is first published here!

But those binding chains, shimmering with magical light, surprisingly divided this place into several small spaces.

In the center of the birdcage stood a beautiful, snow-white fairy girl.

She wore an exquisite silver dress, her body imprisoned in a cage woven from vines.

The girl sat quietly by the cage. When she heard the noise, she looked up and stared at the person who had come in.

"You've arrived!"

The fairy princess was not at all surprised by Victoria's arrival.

"Did you kill Ayana?"

Victoria didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

She stared intently at the elf princess, trying to discern even the slightest hint of something amiss in her expression.

However, the fairy princess merely smiled slightly, her eyes gleaming with a strange light.

"Heh, why did you conclude that I was the one who killed him?"

Her voice was pleasant to the ear, and her tone was full of playfulness.

Victoria frowned and responded calmly.

"Only you have this power."

The elven princess was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"Oh, really?"

"Do you really think so?"

"Is it really only me who can kill Ayana?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a strange power that made it impossible to ignore.

"What are you trying to say?"

Victoria looked at the elf princess with suspicion, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

The elven princess smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.

"Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"You actually already guessed the answer."

The fairy princess spoke slowly, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Victoria's heart.

"But I just don't want to believe it."

"I believe that the being that has protected the elves for millions of years will not make a move against a junior."

Victoria's expression changed drastically. She stared intently at the elf princess, trying to discern even the slightest hint of falsehood in her face.

However, the fairy princess's expression remained unusually calm.

Her eyes, like deep rubies, revealed an irresistible truth.

"Do you know why, since the birth of the first Elf King, all subsequent attempts to choose a king have ended in failure?"

The fairy princess's voice was soft and calm.

Victoria bit her lower lip tightly and did not answer.

The elven princess smiled slightly and continued:

"Do you really think that all the chosen ones of our elven race throughout history have been useless?"

"Is there no elf capable of bearing the dignity of a king?"

Her tone was full of sarcasm.

"What are you trying to say?"

Victoria clenched her fists, her voice low and hoarse.

She didn't want to believe, nor dared to believe, what the fairy princess had said.

"What did you say?"

The fairy princess chuckled softly, her voice filled with sorrow.

"Let me tell you a secret."

Her gaze became unusually serious, and her voice lowered.

"The Elf King is not a long-lived species." (End of Chapter)