Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The cry that was about to escape her lips was suppressed under her tongue.

Samuel was dressed entirely in white from head to toe, holding a candle flame in his left hand. The leaping flames cast light on one side of his face, tinging his brown eyes with a reddish hue.

The other cheek was shrouded in gloom, eerily like a ghost.

Xia Yangyang took a step back, and he followed with a step forward, pressing closer and closer, his deep red eyes fixed on her without wavering.

He doesn't even need to blink.

Just as her heart was pounding and she was about to ask the question that had been swirling in her mind—you are the monster who killed the Grand Elder and the Green Elf, aren't you?

Samuel spoke first, shutting her up before she could finish speaking.

His gaze moved from her face to her left foot: "You're injured."

"..."

Xia Yangyang's muscles were tense, like an arrow ready to be released, her bright eyes staring straight at him.

"If you don't treat a burn of this severity properly, it will get infected." Samuel seemed oblivious to her wariness, his voice as calm as still water.

He turned and walked into the hall. Seeing that Xia Yangyang hadn't followed, he turned his head slightly and said, "What's wrong? Come here."

Xia Yangyang stood in the shadows, silent for a long while, then picked up her feet and followed him into the hall.

For the first time in so long, she felt that the magnificent palace gate, which reached all the way to the top of the palace, was like a gaping maw of an abyss, swallowing her whole.

*

There wasn't a single sprite in the palace at night, not even the one they had just been talking to had disappeared.

Enveloped in stillness, a chilling cold permeated the air.

The girl's small, white feet were held in the man's palms, like stepping into snow. She lay on the bed, her hands supporting her back, clutching a white long-staple cotton sheet in her palms.

The noble elven prince knelt on one knee, his white veil, symbolizing holiness, trailing on the ground.

He was applying the most expensive and rare burn ointment to the gaping flesh.

At any other time in the past, this scene would have filled her with flattery and joy, but at this moment, she felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

Samuel was so familiar when he returned to the light.

The face was still the same face—beautiful, dignified, and sacred, just as described in the system profile…

But she couldn't be sure whether beneath that peerless exterior lay a monster that ruthlessly slaughtered its own kind, or a truly compassionate elven saint.

She didn't really care what kind of person he was, after all, she had seen all sorts of bloody scenes in her previous life.

Regardless of the type, it doesn't change the fact that she needs a child.

The only thing she cared about was the truth.

"Lord Samuel, the Green Elf sent me to summon you before he died." After figuring things out, Xia Yangyang calmed down. "That red-eyed monster has appeared again."

She observed Samuel's reaction.

He paused in applying the medicine, placed her feet on his knees for the moment, and then screwed on the white jade cap of the ointment.

He looked up at her, his brow furrowing slightly: "You saw it too?"

Countless responses flashed through Xia Yangyang's mind in an instant, but this one was completely unexpected.

and also?

A look of confusion crossed her face, and she frowned. "Who else saw it?"

Samuel suppressed his aura, lowered his eyes, and answered irrelevantly: "Don't make this public. The Elven race is already struggling against external threats. If another monster of unknown origin appears, the Elven people will be thrown into panic."

"So we're just letting him do evil? Wouldn't that be too dangerous for the elves?"

"This monster only appears at night, and I will issue a curfew before it is captured."

"But what about the Green Elf? He's dead. All the elves will know tomorrow morning. How can we keep that a secret?"

"The biggest problem isn't the Green Elf's death, Yangyang." Samuel seemed to have noticed that Xia Yangyang was unusually stubborn today.

He stood up from the ground, his complex expression tinged with a faint sadness and weariness.

"If I want to hide it, the public will always believe it."

"..."

He viewed the death of an elf from the perspective of a true leader, taking a far-sighted view.

Instead of being like her, whose vision was narrowed by the only truth she cared about.

"The Elf Infirmary can't do without the Green Elves' healing power." Samuel walked to the window railing, where honeysuckle peeked through the branches. "There needs to be someone to replace him there, and the infirmary can't accommodate any more wounded."

Xia Yangyang's heart skipped a beat, her gaze following his figure: "Are you going to the wounded soldiers' camp?"

Samuel turned around and leaned against the railing, and the honeysuckle seemed to bloom as if behind him.

The bright moonlight shone on his satin-like golden hair, but his eyes remained as cold as ice, his face expressionless.

"No, I'm going to the battlefield."

"..."

Xia Yangyang strongly suspected that if he really was the Red-Eyed Monster, then he was undoubtedly trying to divert attention.

But my heart involuntarily clenched.

What if... what if he really isn't?

What he said makes sense.

If Samuel is truly a red-eyed monster, why would he target the green elves when he could have attacked anyone else?

Could it be that he has some strange fetish? Only choosing old elves?

The importance of the Green Elf to the Elf race is self-evident. By killing him, Samuel undoubtedly put himself in mortal danger.

He had no reason to do that.

She couldn't understand why he would do that.

Just then, the palace door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The person who came was very anxious, and his leather boots made a messy sound on the floor.

"Your Holiness!"

The two looked in the same direction and saw a ukulele.

His collar was turned upside down, his hair was singed, and his neat green robe was torn in several layers by something sharp, stained with blood, as if he had just been in a fight.

Despite his efforts to calm himself, he couldn't stop his chest from heaving violently. He looked at Samuel:

"I... caught 'it'."

Xia Yangyang's expression was extremely strange.

What...?!

Samuel's eyes sharpened as he stepped out the window: "Where's it locked?"

"The Trial Dungeon"

"take me."

"Yes."

The two followed closely behind. Xia Yangyang jumped off the bed and rushed after them, saying, "I'm going too."

*

The underground prison was damp and stuffy.

When Xia Yangyang saw the fire-type monster in the cage, her eyes were filled with disbelief.

It had a pair of red eyes, its whole body was wrapped in bandages, it was curled up in a corner, and there was a deep knife wound on its back that exposed the bone, which soaked the bandages red.

It looks exactly the same as I remember.

Ukulele casually mentioned, "The Holy Son and I were discussing the war at Crystal Lake when we encountered this heavily wounded and fleeing fire monster."

Xia Yangyang's grip on the cage tightened and loosened, and finally, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settled down: "It's good that we caught it."

[Thank goodness it wasn't him.]

The judge sentenced the fire monster to death, and soon after, the group left together.

Samuel stood on the moss-covered stairs.

Before leaving, he turned back, his gaze sweeping over the Fire Clan member trapped in the cage, whose tongue had long been removed.

A cold, sinister smile curled at the corners of his lips.

*

Xia Yangyang's mood was like a rollercoaster all night. Now that she's relaxed, she feels exhausted all over.

Ukulele returned to the Hall of Judgment halfway through, leaving only Xia Yangyang and Samuel on the way.

Xia Yangyang instinctively felt that she was heading towards the Holy Son's Palace, but she seemed to be too sleepy. Even though she tried to pinch the outside of her thigh to stay awake, she couldn't manage it.

Her vision blurred, and she collapsed to the ground... no, into a cold, solid, and premeditated embrace.

That familiar, eerie feeling of being stared at by some terrifying gaze made Xia Yangyang's scalp tingle even in her sleep.

Perhaps it was a gut feeling of danger, but she suddenly opened her eyes.

A pair of enlarged, blood-red eyes entered her field of vision.

Xia Yangyang closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again; her pupils turned dark again, blending into the dark blue night.

Her lips and tongue felt numb, and a strong, sweet, fishy taste spread through her mouth.

Seeing that she was awake, the thing that had been covering her lips was removed. Samuel braced himself on his arms beside her, licked his lips, and sat up from her.

A string in Xia Yangyang's mind snapped.

She lay sprawled on the ground for a long time, until she realized she was in a vast, boundless wilderness.

It took her so long that she counted 365 stars in the frame of her vision.

Even so, when she spoke again, a strand of golden hair, blown by the wind, brushed against her cheek.

Her voice still trembled slightly: "Lord Samuel, what are you... doing?"