Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

As the saying goes, even the most virtuous woman fears the nagging of her lover; oops, I mean, even the best man fears the persistent pursuit of his daughter.

Although Samuel was angry, Xia Yangyang took it all in stride. She knew that the beauty's anger was temporary, but his kind and beautiful heart would last forever.

Therefore, she still makes different kinds of food every day, such as fairy fruit jelly, milk fairy fruit cake, stir-fried nuts, fairy dew milk tea and so on.

While the food is still fresh and fragrant, please ask the little fairy to pass it on to Samuel, and also give the extra small portion to the little fairy who helped her.

Because the taste was so amazing, the little elves gradually began to vie to help her.

Samuel cherished all the gifts of nature, and so she would receive a clean glass bowl each time.

She believes that hard work pays off.

Sure enough, when she arrived at the palace gate that day, the little elf who had been waiting there extended an inviting hand to her: "Miss Yangyang, His Holiness the Holy Son has been waiting for you for a long time."

Xia Yangyang heard her heart pounding wildly again.

Obediently follow the little elf's guidance, pass through the path paved with glazed white bricks, and arrive at the back garden of the Holy Son Temple.

Sunlight bathed a patch of white amidst the vibrant roses, where Samuel leaned slightly to prune the blossoms, his appearance as translucent as the white veil he wore.

A fiery red petal was blown by the wind onto his golden hair ornament. When he saw her coming, he tilted his head slightly, and the petal fell down, brushing past his clear brown eyes.

Xia Yangyang forgot to breathe until she was led in front of him, at which point she awkwardly came to her senses.

"Lord Samuel, you wanted to see me?"

Samuel led her to the gazebo in the center of the garden: "Sit."

Xia Yangyang first pulled out a white bamboo chair for him, then sat down opposite him, gracefully positioning her hips.

[Hiss—whoosh~~~]

Samuel raised an eyebrow: "You didn't drink what I gave you?"

"I drank it!"

She answered crisply and decisively, but Samuel heard—

[Things given by Lord Samuel should be treasured, of course! It would be such a waste to drink them!]

He smiled slightly and poured her a cup of rose tea: "How does it taste?"

"Of course...it's delicious!" she said, but her eyes fell on the half-strip of cloth sticking out of his arm, a hint of heartache flashing across them. She took the teapot from his hands. "Thank you, sir, I can do it myself."

Samuel did not refuse, and after exchanging a few pleasantries with her, he got down to business.

"As you might have guessed, I've invited you here today because I have a favor to ask of you."

Xia Yangyang put down her teacup and straightened her posture: "Please feel free to tell me, I will do my best to help."

Samuel's eyelashes drooped: "The Fire Clan murdered my elders, yet they turned around and accused my clan of slander. Since then, the two clans have taken this matter to the Great Hall of the Natural Alliance. You are the only witness..."

He paused, then raised his eyes, filled with the earnest expectation of a holy son who had worked tirelessly for his people: "I hope you can go as a witness and seek justice for the Elven race."

Xia Yangyang immediately adopted a resolute expression, as if it were her duty: "Rest assured, upholding justice is what I should do, and I will do my best!"

Samuel smiled, the iceberg melting into sweet spring water: "Thank you, don't worry, many Fighting-type Pokémon will accompany you on this journey, they will protect you."

"Okay, when do we leave?"

"tomorrow."

Xia Yangyang came out of the Holy Son's Palace and was led by a little elf to the Judgment Palace.

System: [You...you...you—how could you agree to that?! How could you agree?! This isn't negotiation, it's clearly sending you to your death!]

If it wasn't the Fire Clan who did it, they would most likely be furious and think she was lying, so they would kill her as soon as possible.

If it was the Fire Clan who did it, then they would definitely want her silenced to prevent future troubles.

Xia Yangyang: [I also want to know if it was the Fire Clan that night.]

System: [Are you confused? This is a trap, a one-way trip! Does it really matter if they're from the Fire Clan or not?]

Xia Yangyang frowned: [That night... although I saw a pair of red eyes, thinking back, I also felt an icy chill emanating from that person... freezing my hair solid. Upon closer examination, it really doesn't seem like a Fire Clan member.]

System: [So what? You're willing to risk your life just to prove this?]

Xia Yangyang: [Mmm.]

The system shook its head and sighed: [It's really not worth it!]

Xia Yangyang: [It's worth it.]

Xia Yangyang remained silent, gazing at the end of the long bridge, where the majestic Elf Judgment Hall stood amidst the mountains.

From her position, she could see the high seat suspended in the center at a glance.

Studded with diamonds, pure and radiant.

That was the place where she first met Samuel.

But actually... perhaps, maybe, probably... that wasn't the first time I met him.

She never mentioned it to anyone, and she herself always believed that she was seeing things.

That night, when the monster stabbed her with a knife, its arm was held horizontally in the silvery moonlight.

She saw it: an arm wrapped in strips of cloth.

*

The three-day negotiation ended with an assassination attempt on the Natural Alliance's Grand Hall.

The Fire Clan assassins were extremely arrogant. Taking advantage of their elemental advantage, they not only burned and killed all the Elf representatives, but also assassinated the Grand Judge and the jury.

In the midst of the crisis, it was that human who stepped forward and used a red, cylindrical spray nozzle with a black flexible tube attached to the opening to repel the Fire Clan assassin.

"Lord Samuel, the Fire Clan is a race that is keen on invasion and destruction." Xia Yangyang sat in the same pavilion as last time.

As soon as she returned, she told Samuel everything that had happened during their trip.

"The Grand Elder's murder is merely a catalyst. Regardless of the truth, their goal is to solidify their dominance in the natural world, and they will inevitably target the elves first. As for the next, it might be the dwarves, orcs... The elves must prepare for war as soon as possible!"

The Fire Clan's assassination attempt on the Grand Dharma Hall was like a giant boulder rolling down a mountain, causing a deafening roar as it crashed into the lake, creating towering waves.

Samuel's expression was more serious than ever before; he pursed his lips, his brows furrowing into a tight line.

"I will discuss this matter with the aquatic chieftain as soon as possible and convene a meeting to form an alliance with other races."

"Thank you for your hard work," he said sincerely.

His cold hand landed on her shoulder, leaving the girl frozen for a long time.

*

After His Highness the Elf Judge issued the order for war preparedness, the atmosphere throughout the entire tribe became tense.

The usually bustling elven streets are now deserted, with only a few vendors selling fairy fruits, and elven females, bundled up tightly, hurrying along.

The nearest orc to come to their aid will take three days to fully prepare and arrive.

But no one expected the war to break out so quickly.

On the afternoon of the same day the war alert order was issued, Starlight Plains—Stardew—located on the border of the Elven race, was subjected to a fierce attack by the Fire Clan.

The elves living here are not good at fighting; they are only skilled in astrological magic. Wooden and grass buildings are also the most vulnerable to fire.

In just half a day, the entire Starlight Grassland was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Along the blood-stained border, leaping flames blazed higher and higher, displaying their arrogance.

The shadow of defeat lingered, looming over the entire Elvenda Forest.