Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

When Xia Yangyang arrived at the church, the heatwave had already dissipated.

Ashes swirled in the wind, bypassing the crooked cross hanging from the church roof, the collapsed walls, and passing through the smoked stained-glass windows.

Just over a month later, she still remembered the stern and thin bishop who had kept the church and everyone there neat and tidy, and who had taken out the best and only two sets of silver cutlery from the cabinet to serve her.

Even if he himself is starving, he is willing to take in every homeless person who begs for help like him.

Now everything has changed.

System: [What's next?]

Xia Yangyang walked towards the church, her footsteps treading on the pebbles: [When it comes to love, if he wants true feelings, he'll suffer a terrible fate, even if he doesn't die.]

However, to avoid being used as a pawn, one cannot completely trust what the puppet says.

She walked to the holy water pool and found a dark creature curled up in the water, its large, dark, and bright eyes staring at her.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a small orc with charred fur.

Xia Yangyang asked in surprise: [There are people here?]

System: [The fire occurred late at night. Some small orcs living in the side hall were unaffected, but they should have all escaped by now.]

She stepped effortlessly into the dried-up pool, took out an unopened piece of candy from her system space, knelt down, and opened her arms to the little guy: "Would you like some candy?"

The little guy was trembling violently, clearly traumatized by the fire.

Xia Yangyang didn't approach him again. She placed the candy in front of him and took two steps back. "Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person. We've met before. I delivered some food to the church... Do you remember me?"

She took off her cloak hood, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her lips were full and pink, and her skin was as white as snow.

No one who has seen such a stunning face could ever forget it.

The little guy stared at her blankly for three seconds, then his eyes lit up as if he had finally remembered. He kept sweeping his tail on the ground, picked up the candy, and crawled towards her.

The three-year-old orc was no different from a human child. She opened her arms and picked up the little guy, then untied her cloak and wrapped him up in layers of warm clothes.

"Are you still cold?" she asked softly.

With a candy in his mouth, the little guy's stiff body finally relaxed after his spine was rubbed several times.

"It's not cold," he said softly.

Xia Yangyang poked his little head and laughed, "You're running around in such a dangerous place, you must be a naughty little guy."

"I... no! I was on my way to get reinforcements for the bishop, but the fire was too hot, so I hid in the pool. But the black smoke behind me was so thick and choking that I coughed and passed out. When I woke up, I saw you."

Xia Yangyang's smile faltered: "Reinforcements?"

"It's the older brothers and sisters in the side hall!" the little guy exclaimed excitedly, but his bright eyes dimmed again, and large tears welled up in his eyes. "It's my fault... If only... if only I wasn't afraid of fire, maybe the bishop wouldn't have killed me."

He buried his face in Xia Yangyang's shoulder and burst into tears.

Xia Yangyang patted his back and gently comforted him, "This is not your fault," while her mind was a jumbled mess.

Once the little guy had calmed down a bit, she asked him, "Who did you see harm the bishop?"

"I...I...I saw it—!"

The little guy's cheeks were flushed red with anger and hatred, his little fists were clenched like two stones, and his stiff neck remained rigid for a long time before he suddenly deflated and said, "I wish I had seen it."

Xia Yangyang's lips twitched: "..."

This child is breathing really hard.

"The church was in chaos at the time. First, a group of people dressed very formally and elegantly came in and threatened the bishop to tell them something. When the bishop refused, they imprisoned him and set fire to the church... But then another group of people came. They were brutal and terrifying. They not only killed the bishop, but also those people who were dressed very formally before..."

Xia Yangyang's mood turned somber.

According to the puppet, the first group should be from the royal family, and the second group... will most likely be Hati's people.

She ruffled his hair: "I didn't know so much. Thank you for telling me."

"I could have known more! But as soon as the bishop sensed danger, he locked me in the cupboard. I waited until everyone left, then gnawed through the wooden planks and escaped."

Xia Yangyang ran her fingers across his forehead, her voice deepening: "Don't tell anyone about these things in the future."

The little orc chewed on a candy, puzzled, "Why?"

"If you want to avenge the bishop, then listen to me."

Although the child didn't understand why, he had a natural trust in this beautiful and gentle older sister, and nodded to her: "Okay, I won't tell."

Xia Yangyang gently ruffled his hair and then took out a piece of candy and handed it to him: "Good boy, now, little clever one, can you take me to the bishop's study?"

The little beastman, munching on candy, completely accepted Xia Yangyang as one of his own: "What are you going there for? The books in the study were all burned in the fire long ago."

It burned to ashes...

Xia Yangyang stopped in her tracks as she stepped onto the stairs.

Indeed, such a fire could burn down even the walls bare, let alone books that would catch fire easily.

Is directly confronting Hati the only solution?

But once you open your mouth, you'll inevitably be in a standoff. Once you've alerted the enemy, how easy is it to find a way out?

"But I know he's been hoarding a lot of books," the little orc said suddenly, chewing on a candy. "In a secret room, a forbidden area of ​​the church, where nobody is allowed to go."

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat. She had a premonition that all the secrets were hidden in a secret room, waiting for her to uncover them.

"Do you know where the restricted area is?"

"Nobody else knows." The little beastman grinned mischievously, wriggling in her arms with a smug look on his face. "But I was so curious that I followed him once, so I know where he is. Do you want to know?"

Xia Yangyang took a deep breath and turned to look at the lobby.

The moonlight slanted in through the broken window, illuminating the suspended dust particles with exquisite detail.

Before coming, she bought a "dummy" that looked like herself in the system store and wandered around the old bookstore in the imperial city to attract the attention of the Hati people.

But soon, when he couldn't wait for her to return at night, he would find that the real her was no longer in the capital.

She had to figure out the curse before he came looking for her.

The smell of burnt charcoal seeped deep into my lungs.

She seemed to have made up her mind.

"take me."

*

The moon shone on the snow, its light pure and holy.

The church bell, deformed by the fire, hangs on a beam that is on the verge of collapse.

A dignified figure strode in from outside the church.

The soles of the leather boots, covered in slush and snow, crunched on the gravel.

He stood about ten meters away from the giant statue.

Look straight ahead.

Princess Saint Sveta praying with her hands clasped together.

Her long, golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like seaweed.

Her small, palm-sized face was slightly lowered, revealing the delicate, white skin on the back of her neck, which resembled a snow-covered mountain ridge, slightly concave, forming a beautiful and pitiful arc.

Even the simplest clothes look dignified and elegant on her.

Hati watched quietly for a while, then smiled flawlessly: "No matter how long I spend with you, I will always be amazed by your beauty, just like the first time I saw you."

He slowly walked forward and stood next to Xia Yangyang.

His arrogant eyebrows arched as his gaze swept over the solemn and dignified statue and the enormous silver sword in his hand.

Xia Yangyang kept her eyes closed, her lips moving slightly, but she did not respond to him.

"This church is really dilapidated. No wonder it needs donations. I don't believe any god would want to live in a place like this." His disdain was practically overflowing. He glanced at the focused Xia Yangyang, then patiently suppressed it. "Interesting. I remember the royal family doesn't believe in religion. You actually pray, sister?"

Xia Yangyang focused on praying and still ignored Hathi.

He finally managed to pull those precious hands out of his pocket and, pretending to imitate her gesture, clasped his hands together.

"Gods, I have fallen in love with a human girl. She is right here beside me. If you are watching over me from above, please bless her with health and happiness for the rest of her life, and keep her away from sadness and pain. Most importantly, please let her speak to me and tell me what I did wrong to be left all alone in the capital."

He spoke these words with utmost sincerity, and after finishing, he waited quietly for three seconds before opening his eyes.

The huge church was nothing but the remains of the burned building; it was even more desolate than a cemetery.

Hati lowered his hand, reverting to his previous demeanor, like a lazy, idle person, pouting in dissatisfaction: "It seems the 'gods' can't hear what I'm saying."

My sister can't hear either.

He gently kicked a pebble away with the tip of his shoe, and the pebble bounced to Xia Yangyang's feet.

He leaned forward, his handsome face close to Xia Yangyang's, and smiled sweetly: "How do you pray? Sister, teach me!"

"Squeak—"

Instead of receiving a response, they were disturbed by the sound of a damaged nanmu door opening.

Hati's expression hardened, and he turned to look.

There was nothing behind the wooden door. Then, looking down, a dark, furry head peeked out from behind the side door. It turned out to be a young orc.

Then a delicate orchid fragrance brushed past my ear.

"You pray too? Someone as deep-thinking as you would lie even when praying alone. What's the point?"

Her voice was extremely clear and cold, carrying a distinct sense of detachment, as if the two were complete strangers.