Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The day after the full moon, Hati's people found them. The group was moved to tears to see Hati in good health. They chatted for a long time, but in the end, they couldn't get around to one question.

"Where to next?"

The lively atmosphere froze as everyone's gaze fell on the human princess beside Hati. The two were holding hands, their relationship speaking volumes.

Saint Sveta is undoubtedly dangerous, but are the werewolves truly safe?

Although the environmental danger level had decreased, she clearly remembered that Hati had come to her with a purpose.

She lowered her head, recalling the bishop's words.

What I worry about are those under the curse; they often resort to any means to break the curse.

"Let's go back to Saint Sveta."

Hati's words interrupted her thoughts, and she suddenly looked up at him.

He was like an unreasonable child, leaning to one side, putting most of his weight on her without actually bending her back.

He took her hand and placed it on his left chest, pouting pitifully, "Sister, I'm injured and can't travel far."

"..."

"Moreover, if the royal family can't find you, they might assume you've perished at the bottom of a cliff and been eaten by wild beasts, or that you've escaped the capital, thus reducing the search within the capital. In that case, the capital might actually be safer than the surrounding areas."

For him and his people, staying here would be more dangerous.

He was always willful and proud, and always treated her the way he thought was best. His sudden softening this time made people feel a bittersweet unease.

Compared to that, it seems she only treated him as a tool to be used.

She couldn't help but explain, "Give me some time, there's something I need to confirm, after that—"

Hati put two fingers to her lips, silencing her.

The golden beast eyes were like two whirlpools, drawing in one's soul, thoughts, and emotions.

"There's no need for any promises between us. You've lived here for twenty years; this is your hometown. Even the person who loves you the most has no right to make decisions on their own."

"..."

"I'm willing to wait until the day you truly agree, and I'm confident that day will come."

Xia Yangyang was somewhat dazed.

He gazed into those beautiful eyes, which held only her in their hearts, and couldn't look away for a long time.

If everything he did was an act, then he won; she had never seen such superb acting skills.

Like the hottest molten lava, it can erode and soften the carefully constructed doubts and vigilance of people inch by inch.

*

On their way back, they encountered Baholli, whose caravan was a grand procession. The lewd and burly old man rode at the head of the procession, and when he donned his armor, he did indeed resemble an emperor.

"Judging from their direction, they should be leaving Saint Sveta," someone in the crowd said.

"Of course! We're going to marry the princess next spring, so of course we have to go back and prepare properly."

"What year was this? Are you living in the last century? It was the Kingdom of Southern Ili that suddenly declared war on King Baholy, and the old monarch is rushing back to oversee the war!"

"Southern Yili? You mean that ancient northern kingdom that hasn't changed dynasties for three centuries? How much land have they already annexed? Aren't they satisfied?"

"Hmph, but King Baholith is no pushover either; he'll probably give Southern Ili a run for its money..."

Underneath the enormous cloak and hood, Xia Yangyang wanted to continue listening, but Hati put his arm around her shoulder and led her away.

Come to think of it, why would she listen to all this? She's here to complete system tasks, and all this miscellaneous stuff about Saint Sveta will be irrelevant to her from now on.

*

The dagger was gone. To ensure her safety, Xia Yangyang had to find out the curse on Hati and the reason why the werewolves had disappeared before she left.

For half a month, she searched through all the old bookstores, big and small, in the capital, but to no avail, which made her very frustrated.

The system instructed her to try contacting the church's bishop, but this would undoubtedly expose her whereabouts.

The system reassured her that this bishop was a trustworthy person. The church and the royal family were not on good terms, and she had previously helped the church. If she asked him to help find out the cause of the curse, it would surely be much more effective.

I've noticed that I'm changing residences more and more frequently these days.

Left with no other choice, Xia Yangyang bought a location pigeon from the system store and wrote a letter to the bishop.

Fortunately, on the third day, Xia Yangyang had just returned from outside when she saw the blue-gray carrier pigeons perched on the withered branches outside the window.

She didn't even have time to take off her fox fur coat or change her shoes before she hurriedly opened the window and let the carrier pigeon in. Sure enough, there was a newly rolled-up piece of parchment in the letter tube on the pigeon's leg.

She unfolded the narrow piece of parchment, on which was written:

Your Highness

I am honored to receive your message seeking help. Since our last parting, I have been tossing and turning at night, searching through the ancient books left by our ancestors, and finally found a clue. This curse is mainly about sealing, and secondarily about shortening lifespan. The magic power it contains is very ancient and vast, but its aura is complex, and it seems to be more than just that.

It is too short to describe in words, so I earnestly hope that Your Highness will deign to grace my humble abode with your presence so that I may explain in detail.

— Respectfully submitted by Bishop Spellinger

"What an ugly pigeon." Hati's voice suddenly rang out beside her. Xia Yangyang's fingertips trembled, and she hurriedly crumpled the paper into a ball and hid it in her palm.

So engrossed in the contents of the letter that I didn't even hear him return.

She turned her head and found Hati standing beside her, his back slightly hunched, one hand behind his waist, the other with his index finger bent, teasing the pigeon's sharp, short beak with great interest.

How long has he been here?

Fortunately, she had already taken the letterbox down; otherwise, with Hati's keen senses, it would have been difficult for her to fool them.

"I saw it in a shop that sells birds, and I liked it, so I bought it." Xia Yangyang's expression and tone were natural, just like always, without a trace of imperfection. "Look at me, I get so eager when I see a good book that I forget to change my shoes and clothes."

"Let me change it for you," Hattie said excitedly.

As soon as Xia Yangyang arrived, he instantly lost interest in the pigeons and affectionately pulled her arm into his chest: "However, don't read in such dim light next time, it's bad for your eyes..."

*

Two days later—

The rapid sound of horses' hooves shattered the silence of the forest.

The girl gripped the reins tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She was dressed in plain clothes, her cloak fluttering wildly in the wind.

Xia Yangyang: [How could a perfectly good church catch fire?]

System: [It's the royal family. Somehow they discovered your correspondence with the bishop and pressured him for your whereabouts. When he refused to answer, they orchestrated this fire to put pressure on the church.]

Xia Yangyang sensed something was wrong: [That carrier pigeon was bought from your system's shop. Isn't it only me and the recipient who can open the letter?]

She would burn the letters clean after reading them each time; how could she possibly have leaked the information?

Could there be members of the royal family in the church?

or……

Xia Yangyang's heart sank. Could it be that Hati saw the contents of the letter while she was reading it that night...? If so, then he really does have a secret he can't hide.

She had to rescue the bishop and get to the bottom of things from him.

Sudden--

"Not bad, a mere human dares to go to the church alone to demand someone. Should I praise your courage or your foolishness?"

A sound suddenly rang out, rough like sand rubbing together, echoing in all directions of the forest.

Xia Yangyang was startled and quickly pulled on the reins.

"Who?!" she shouted sharply.

My gaze swept around, but there was only the rustling of leaves in the wind among the dense shadows of the trees; not a single person was in sight.

But the voice then uttered cold words: "However, I think you don't need to go, because the human you're looking for named Spellinger is already dead."

died?

How could this be? If the royal family wanted to find out her whereabouts, they certainly wouldn't kill the bishop to silence him.

Xia Yangyang reached for the sword at her waist: "Who are you?"

The man seemed dissatisfied with her reaction, and spoke in a strange and unpredictable tone: "Who I am is not important. What's important is who killed Spellinger... Don't you want to know?"

"..."

"The fire at the royal palace was just a smokescreen. Who leaked your contact information to the royal family? Spellinger, a bishop from a remote church. Why would the royal family suddenly think of him? The answer is clear: he knew whose secret, and that is, who set a trap to kill him."

Xia Yangyang: [Have you found his location?]

The system clattered across the keyboard: [Wait a minute, strange, I haven't detected anyone else in this forest besides you... I'm expanding the search scope—]

[Behind you!]

Xia Yangyang turned her sword and thrust it behind her. For a moment, the tip of the sword touched the solid object, but then disappeared in an instant.

A sudden, chilly wind swept through the forest, rustling the leaves as if countless eyes were peering in from the shadows.

"Hahaha, you've been hiding your true intentions well, human princess. I underestimated you."

Xia Yangyang looked at the tip of the sword, her eyes narrowing slightly.

There was no blood or flesh, only a few severed, dry straws.

She coldly shoved her sword behind her back: "You cowardly rat, hiding your head and tail, how much of what you say can be believed!"

"I'm just saying what I think; whether you believe it or not is up to you."

The voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of playful malice, and slowly said, "I'm actually very curious about something."

"..."

"Since you trust him so much, why not just ask him directly if you want to know something? Why go through all the trouble of investigating yourself? What could possibly be an obstacle to 'love'?"

Xia Yangyang's breathing paused almost imperceptibly.

The voice deliberately dragged out its tone, like a dull knife cutting into flesh, as it played a game of cat and mouse with her: "Let me guess..."

Are you afraid that your suspicions will become reality?

"I'm still scared..."

"He might kill you because you found out that secret? Hahahahahaha."

The maniacal laughter echoed through the woods, like the mockery of a demon.

She hadn't hidden her route these past few days, so it wasn't surprising that someone with ulterior motives had figured out the pattern. It was just a matter of whether what he said was true or false...

Xia Yangyang gripped the sword hilt with her fingertips and squeezed her legs tightly against the horse's flanks: "Giddy up!"

With a neigh, the horse galloped off, almost disappearing into a blur.

But the sound followed her like a shadow, relentlessly pursuing her ear—

"So all the love he schemed and deceived was worthless after all? He actually dared to dream of breaking the werewolf curse, hahahahaha..."

Another curse.

She was determined to find out what this curse was.

"Haven't you ever noticed that, starting from a certain point, misfortune has been befalling you one after another?"

"..."

"From being caught in the act by her fiancé on the night of the Day of the Dead, to being drugged with hallucinogenic drugs and trapped in the storeroom the night before leaving the palace, to being forced to fall off a cliff by her own younger brother, to the only person who knew the truth being killed in the fire."

The voice was slow and gentle, highly guiding, like a venomous snake slithering past your ear.

"Everything happened so naturally, and so coincidentally, with a savior always appearing to pull you out of your misery, as if falling in love with him was the most natural thing in the world..."

Xia Yangyang's eyelashes fluttered gently as fragmented memories flashed through her mind.

He knows so many details; he's probably someone with ulterior motives close to Hati.

She suddenly wanted to hear him continue, not because she believed him, but because she already harbored some doubts about Hati.

She drew her sword and slashed backward, the voice in her ear now much farther away: "You've investigated so much, what do you want to do?"

The voice suddenly drew closer, as if right behind her ear: "I want to tell a poor woman the truth."

"..."

"The chance encounter on the Day of the Dead was because he found out your fiancé's schedule in advance and deliberately brought you to the karaoke bar at the same time."

"He was the one who sprinkled the hallucinogenic drug in the storeroom, to make you, after being humiliated, completely lose faith in the royal family and the future, and to make you rely on him wholeheartedly... It's laughable that you've trusted him to this extent, yet you've never questioned why he was there in the first place?"

"On the day of the fall, Blair and the pursuers were both sent by him, and today's arson, carried out under the guise of the royal family, is his latest masterpiece."

Xia Yangyang tightened her grip on the reins, narrowed her eyes, and tried to extract more information: "The story is quite unexpected, but it lacks logic."

"Hahahaha...because he wants to compete with me for the leader's position! Only by winning your love and sacrificing your devoted heart for the werewolf leader can the werewolf curse be broken. He's never hesitated to do anything for this position—what?!!"

Before he could finish speaking, she swung out something white, and because of the inertia of the speed, he couldn't stop and could only crash into it head-on.

Before he could even see what it was, the white thing suddenly grew larger and crashed down on him unexpectedly, falling to the ground without any resistance.

Even the last vestige of his soul felt so heavy he could hardly breathe.

"A puppet? I've only ever seen them in books before, this is the first time I've actually seen one. It's quite a nice thing." The human princess smiled as she looked him over, then walked up to him and knelt down.

The murderous intent flashing in her eyes was nothing like the innocent and harmless person she appeared to be in front of Hati; they were practically two different people.

"You must be Hati's enemy. Your attempts to sow discord are far too clumsy," she said.

The puppet, crushed by the enormous hammer, felt as if his body weighed a ton. His laughter, tinged with bloodlust, rang out: "How effective are your methods? Isn't that enough? We're on the same side. I'm just like you, a kind soul suffering the same fate. That person pushed you into the abyss with his own hands, yet you see him as your love, your salvation. Isn't that pathetic?"

"Who shares your suffering?"

The decisive dislike stunned the puppet. Wait, he remembered her as an elegant and dignified princess, right?

He didn't mistake me for someone else, did he?

"I will ask him about what happened between us. Your mercy—"

The puppet came to its senses and saw the sword tip raised high in her hand, ready to plead for her life.

"Wait, wait! I, I still know—"

But it was too late.

"Keep it for yourself!"

The sword tip pierced the soul sealed between his brows, and the intense pain caused Lorne, thousands of miles away, to cough up blood, his eyes turning bloodshot.

The forest returned to deathly silence, and the puppet in front of them lay on the ground, pinned down by the hammer, lifeless.

Xia Yangyang put the hammer away: [So this way I can use it for my own purposes?]

The system rubbed its hands together, its eyes shining: [Yes, you've wounded its soul. Now it has no master and can only obey you. If you don't have anywhere to put it, I can store it for you first~]