A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

She walked over slowly, without speaking immediately, and simply stood quietly a few steps away from A-Quan.

Yoshina gestured with her soft, plush paws to indicate that she should say something.

Yoshino took a deep breath, mustered immense courage, and spoke softly and cautiously in a weak voice, trying her best to make the other person hear her:

“Ah… Miss Quan…”

The curled-up body moved almost imperceptibly, but did not lift its head.

Yoshino continued in her naturally timid yet incredibly sincere tone, "You...you didn't do anything wrong..."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, making A-Quan's shoulders tremble even more violently.

"You protected everyone..."

Yoshino's voice gradually stabilized.

"It's just... the method... is a bit... too terrible..."

She struggled to organize her thoughts, trying to explain the irreconcilable contradiction:

“Everyone…everyone is just an ordinary person…they…would be afraid…of that…scene…”

Yoshina chimed in at the opportune moment, adding in her unique, soothingly, and comical tone:

"Yes, yes! Ms. Izumi's intentions are good; she wants to protect everyone, right? Yoshino and the others understand! It's just that human hearts are more fragile, and they can't handle seeing things that are too stimulating."

"It's like...like suddenly seeing a huge flame; even if you know it's for warmth, you'll instinctively move away."

Yoshino nodded vigorously, indicating her agreement with Yoshina's words. She looked at Izumi, who still refused to look up, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up her courage to take a small step forward.

Then, slowly, beside A-Zen, she followed A-Zen's example, hugging Yoshina and curling up to sit down.

She didn't say anything profound; she just quietly stayed by her side.

The moonlight elongated the shadows of the two elves, casting them onto the ancient ground.

One was immersed in a storm of self-blame and grievances, while the other expressed understanding and comfort through silent companionship.

She's not very good at reasoning, especially when faced with such a complicated situation.

All she knew was that A-Quan was very sad, and sad people need comfort.

Yoshino remained silent, simply nestled quietly in Yoshino's arms, leaving all the space for expression to its owner.

Yoshino saw that Izumi had no reaction and kept her face buried in her knees, her body trembling slightly.

She hesitated for a moment, then made a move that even she herself might have found bold.

She gently and tentatively reached out her hand, first carefully placing it on A-Quan's back, which was trembling slightly from suppressed emotions, and patted it very gently, like a mother comforting a child having a nightmare.

Then, her hand slowly moved up and touched A-Quan's long silver hair, which looked like it was woven from moonlight.

Her hair was a little messy, damp with the coolness of the night breeze and the dust from her run.

Yoshino gently combed through the tangled strands of hair with her fingertips, her movements clumsy yet full of tenderness.

Ah Quan's body stiffened for a moment, but he did not resist.

Sensing this, Yoshino seemed encouraged.

She took a deep breath, gently, yet with an irresistible tenderness.

He stretched out his arms and pulled the curled-up A-Quan into his embrace, letting A-Quan's cheek rest against his chest, which was not broad but exceptionally soft and warm.

"It's...it's alright now..."

Yoshino's voice was still very soft, but it carried a strange, reassuring power as she repeated the actions of patting her back and stroking her hair.

"If you're scared... just say it... cry it out... it's okay..."

Her embrace wasn't particularly strong, but it was like a safe haven, shielding us from the coldness and cruelty of the outside world.

Her maternal tenderness, like a gentle stream, silently soothed A-Quan's heart, which was frozen by fear, grievance, and confusion.

At first, A-Quan just leaned back stiffly, but gradually, in the continuous, gentle pats and warm embrace, her tense body relaxed little by little.

That cold, despairing feeling, as if isolated from the world, seemed to be dispelled by this silent embrace and warm body temperature.

Suppressed, faint sobs finally escaped from her tightly clenched lips, eventually turning into uncontrollable, intermittent weeping.

She didn't raise her head or speak, but simply let her tears soak the fabric of Yoshino's clothes, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances and confusion in this silent weeping.

Yoshino sensed the subtle changes in the body in her arms, and the silent sobs.

She didn't speak, but patted him even more gently, like soothing a child who had just woken up from a nightmare.

With your silent companionship and gentle touch, tell her: You are not alone.

Under the cool moonlight of the shrine, all the killing, fear, and misunderstanding seemed to be temporarily isolated.

Only one kind elf remained, comforting another lost and wounded soul in her purest way.

This silent companionship and embrace is more powerful than any words.

After a long while, A-Quan's tense body finally relaxed completely, and he even unconsciously leaned slightly into Yoshino's arms, as if absorbing that rare warmth and sense of security.

Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes and exhaustion, she seemed to hear a very soft, reassuring murmur, unsure whether it was a dream or waking life:

"……Mother……"

Sometimes, the most effective comfort is not verbal instruction, but simply a silent, understanding hug.

Chapter 177 Bloodstained Video

In the early morning, a muffled thud accompanied by a sharp pain in his buttocks jolted Itsuka Shido awake from his deep sleep.

"Ouch! It hurts..." Shido clutched his buttocks, groggily opened his eyes, and saw his younger sister, Kotori Itsuka, standing by the bed with her hands on her hips.

He had changed back into his black commander's coat, a jewel dangling from his mouth, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Silly brother! Wake up! Something terrible has happened! Come back to Fraxinus with me right now!"

Kotori's tone left no room for argument; she didn't even give Shido time to complain before shouting towards the door, "Come in! Take him away!"

Two strong crew members rushed in, grabbed Shido, who was still in his pajamas and looking completely bewildered, and dragged him out of the bedroom without even giving him a chance to change his clothes.

"Wait, wait! Kotori! What happened?! Let me change my clothes!"

"No time! We'll talk on the way!"

A moment later, Shido was practically "thrown" into Fraxinus's teleportation device.

A flash of light, and he was already on the familiar bridge, wearing pajamas with cartoon patterns, his hair disheveled, looking utterly miserable.

"What... happened?"

Shido rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking blankly at the tense atmosphere on the bridge.

All the crew members sat upright, even Kannazuki looked serious, and data and images were scrolling rapidly on the main screen.

Kotori didn't answer directly. Instead, she strode to the control panel, snatched the jewel from her mouth, and pointed it forcefully at the main screen:

"Lingyin, show him! From the very beginning!"

“Understood.” Murasame Reine replied calmly, her fingers moving rapidly across the control panel.

The main screen stabilized, and the first thing that appeared was a slightly blurry photo, clearly taken with a mobile phone. The background was a brightly lit night market, and the focus of the photo was a silver-haired girl sitting on a small stool at a barbecue stall.

She wore an ill-fitting white nightgown, was barefoot, and held a huge skewer of meat in both hands, her mouth glistening with oil. Her golden eyes were narrowed in bliss, her expression innocent and content. Nearby, a scarred man with a face was busy grilling meat.

"This is... Chika?!"

Shido instantly snapped out of it, his eyes widening. "How could she... be at the night market? And dressed like that?"

"This photo was circulated on social media at around 8 p.m. last night at the Central Night Market in Tiangong City."

Kotori's tone was somber. "We only discovered it this morning through public opinion monitoring. Please continue reading."

The scene transitions between several consecutive photos and short videos.

You can see a silver-haired girl holding a sign that says "Payment Counter," sitting in front of the stall, eating something while seemingly collecting money.

There were many tourists around, the queue was very long, and many people were secretly taking pictures of her.

"She...she's helping the old man sell barbecue?" Shido felt a little confused.

This was far removed from the image of the arrogant, powerful, sometimes sad, sometimes dangerous Herrscher of the Heavenly Judgment that he had in mind.

"It seems so. And because of her, that stall is doing exceptionally well."

Lingyin added, "According to the analysis, she seems to have used the power of reason in handling the accounts."

The screen then switched to CCTV footage from inside the night market. The time stamp indicated it was close to 10 PM.

In the video, the silver-haired girl has left the barbecue stall and is strolling around the night market, curiously looking at each stall. Occasionally, a stall owner will smile and hand her some snacks.

She looked like an ordinary girl, full of curiosity about everything.

"This...isn't this good?" Shido looked at Kotori's serious expression with some confusion. "She seems...to be adapting well?"

"Okay?" Kotori sneered. "Keep watching! The important part is yet to come!"

The sound control screen is fast-forwarded. The time jumps to around 11:20 PM.

The surveillance footage suddenly started shaking violently, accompanied by terrified screams and sounds of smashing!

A group of people who were clearly gangsters stormed into the night market and began a rampage of vandalism and looting!

The stall cart was overturned, and the goods were scattered all over the ground. The stall owners panicked and dodged. The scarred uncle who had treated Qianxia to barbecue earlier was knocked to the ground and lay motionless!

"How could this happen!" Shido's heart clenched.

Just then, the surveillance footage captured a blurry white figure suddenly appearing in the sky above the night market!

What followed was a bloody scene, unforgettable and captured by all the surveillance cameras:

A spear appeared out of thin air, instantly piercing the gang leader and pinning him to the wall! The gang members who tried to escape were forcibly pulled back by an invisible force, hanging in mid-air begging for mercy.

Space distorts, flesh is crushed and explodes, blood and flesh fly everywhere! Finally, there is a close-up of the row of horrified heads hanging on the archway at the entrance of the night market!

The entire bridge was silent, except for Shido's heavy breathing, which was caused by extreme shock and discomfort.

His face was deathly pale, and his stomach churned violently.

The final frame of the image is a high-definition photograph: a silver-haired girl stands amidst a pool of blood and mangled flesh, a faint, almost innocent smile on her face that froze instantly upon seeing the terrified looks in the stall owners' eyes.

Behind her was a scene like hell; in front of her were ordinary people who were terrified and looking at her as if she were a monster.

Her bewildered expression stood in stark contrast to the hellish scene around her.

"...This...this is...what Chika did?" Shido's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief.

"As you can see, the analysis shows that it's not true." Kotori's voice broke the silence, carrying a deep weariness and lingering fear.

"Last night, the alternate personality codenamed [Judgment] appeared alone at the night market and brutally slaughtered a gang that was harassing the market. The psychological impact and social effects caused are immeasurable."

"Although the spiritual energy fluctuations are completely consistent with the previous [Judgment] Herrscher, the behavior pattern is significantly different from the 'dominant personality' observed before."

Lingyin calmly analyzed, "It's more direct and cruel, lacking awareness and empathy for the rules of human society. Our initial judgment is that this is very likely the extreme event triggered by the 'alternate personality' filled with destructive desires, mentioned in the previous report, acting independently for an extended period of time."

Kotori crossed her arms and looked at the pale-faced Shido, saying slowly and deliberately, "Do you understand now, Shido? Our previous analysis needs to be revised. This personality is not simply a 'powerful evil thought'."

"She has her own simple, direct, and power-based concept of justice. She believes she is 'punishing the wicked and protecting the weak.'"

"But her methods... completely crossed the moral and legal bottom line of human society; they were pure crushing force and reign of terror."

Lingyin added, "What's more troubling is that, judging from her final expression, she seemed completely unable to understand why the stall owners were afraid of her."

"This cognitive bias makes her behavior even more unpredictable."

“She might be smiling at you one second, and the next second she could instantly transform into the most ruthless executor because of some ‘offense’ or what she considers ‘evil’.”

Shido felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

Kotori pointed to the photo on the screen of a silver-haired girl standing in a pool of blood, looking bewildered.

“It seems that our understanding of ‘her’ is far from sufficient.” Kotori said, biting her pearl, her tone heavy.

“This personality is like a walking time bomb. Her power, her cognition, her emotions... all are extremely unstable factors. We must reassess all our coping strategies.”

She looked at Shido with a complicated expression: "Especially you, Shido. You seem to be the only one who can establish a certain level of communication with 'them' right now."

"However, contact with such a being is far more dangerous than you might imagine."

"Next time, the angel she wields against the enemy may very well be directed at you, or other elves around you, or even ordinary people, because of some misunderstanding or her momentary 'justice'."