Volume 3

The bright moon hangs in the dark night sky, and tiny starlight flickers in the gaps in the clouds, reflecting the silhouette of the giant that blocks out the sky.

A towering tree rose from the boundless forest, its branches reaching toward the sky like pillars. Its majestic figure, like a giant in the clouds, obscured the outline of the mountains.

The giant tree's branches crisscrossed, and the roads extending from these branches spread out like a spider web, but all the branches led to only one end. They started from different points, but they all converged at one point - the mansion of the world tree.

No, calling it a mansion is too superficial. It is a towering palace, standing on the top of a giant tree, overlooking the world.

The magnificent hall, constructed of silver wood that absorbs the essence of moonlight, is crafted by skilled craftsmen into graceful, natural curves resembling those of vegetation. The two elements seem like a perfect match, creating this temple imbued with divinity.

Such a natural wonder seems to have been built only for those in high positions.

But tonight, it seems that there is an uninvited guest who comes to visit specially.

In the silence, only the subtle rustle of a skirt brushing against the carpet could be heard. A tiny figure, like a flickering lamp, appeared and disappeared in the night.

Beyond the layers of arches, one enters the hall. The candlesticks lining the corridor exude a captivating fragrance, complementing the cool, holy atmosphere. The window cases are crafted from the finest jade, supported by pure white arches, seemingly blending in with the moonlight.

But the visitor did not pay attention to this scene. She walked hurriedly into the darkness.

She continued forward, through the suffocating darkness, until the end of the corridor revealed the center of the hall. She ascended the stone steps. Above, an oval skylight shone, and soft moonlight streamed down, casting a silvery sheen on the stone bricks at the center.

Its architectural structure, which emphasizes centripetal ****, appropriately echoes the cultural landscape of this lush land. Every leaf living on the trunk has no ability to question the trunk's function.

If all these myriad thoughts were combined into one, as in the ultimate governance concept of "sage dictatorship," then even if the trunk of the tree had already decayed or even been hollowed out, the "leaves" drifting in the wind would never notice.

Oh my goodness, how could it be eaten away?

Hasn’t the “Queen” of this land always been standing here?

The moon shifted, revealing the other side of the building.

A distinguished woman of gorgeous appearance stood in the center of the hall. She closed her eyes, letting the light flow gently across her skin, quietly enjoying the warmth of the moonlight, just as she had done thousands of years ago.

The moonlight's silvery glow, like soft silk, gently outlined her flawless features. Her long, fine golden hair cascaded down to her ankles like ribbons, undulating gently in the breeze. A soft silk dress draped around her graceful figure, its gradient of black and red seeming to condense the mystery and tension of the night, interweaving her silhouette with the depths of the night sky. Her slender, noble back was shrouded in a layer of tulle, the black veil contrasting sharply with her silvery white skin like a timeless painting. Beneath the skirt, the pearlescent black silk fabric gently outlined her slender legs, their curves graceful and alluring, leaving only a hint of flesh-toned color, as if her graceful form could be glimpsed through every inch of the fabric.

I don't know when she started using "mystery" to decorate herself. Although it is not a bad thing to use people's imagination to enhance the already beautiful brilliance, another emotion is also growing in the hearts of her people with this as the soil.

The ignorant flying insects stopped on the water's surface, sensing the tiny ripples.

Her eyelids, dotted with silver flakes, opened, revealing a brilliant cyan hue. She turned gently, her golden hair drawing a brilliant arc in the air.

Someone came to visit.

As expected, faint and hesitant footsteps were heard at the bottom of the stairs, and then an elf girl with a confused look appeared in front of her.

"Queen... Adult..."

With her eyes lowered and her posture half-bowed, the girl in front of me seemed to be trying her best to show an attitude of "respect".

"Greetings..."

Tangled facial features, trembling body. This "respect" seems a bit too much.

Through "her" eyes, "it" can see that little soul crying.

However, the sight is mutual.

While the queen was interrogating the visitor with a cold gaze, her figure was also reflected in the other person's pupils that were constantly shaking with fear.

Frederica, the queen of the elves and the being closest to godhood. Her beauty remained impeccable, yet... the aura emanating from her carried a chilling hint of ****, as if this body... was not of the living.

So, the girl in the lower position couldn't help but ask herself: What is that figure as bright as a star in front of me?

If you had asked her this question ten years ago, she would have answered that it is a pearl that combines beauty, wisdom, and benevolence; it is the existence that everyone yearns for and respects the most... and it is even the embodiment of dirty fantasies.

And now…

Through the skin called "Friedelica," the elven girl attempted to confront the filth hidden beneath that beauty. However, the dark substance only moved for a moment in those holy blue eyes, a symbol of intelligence, and then, like an undercurrent beneath the surface, it quickly disappeared behind the silver-glowing face.

The woman known as the "Queen" looked at the young girl in a maid's dress with a calm gaze. A faint smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of her mouth as she stared at her with a half-smile.

She took a step forward, and the landing of her heel seemed to step on the girl's soul.

"Why...are you afraid of serving me?"

Her beautiful cyan eyes narrowed slightly. She still manipulated her vocal cords, producing a clear voice.

"No...no! Lady Frederica is the queen of our elves! How dare I...how dare I question you?"

"You seem to be contradicting yourself..."

A soul caught in contradiction will reveal its flaws at the slightest touch and is only one step away from falling apart.

Fortunately... or unfortunately, "it" is very good at this.

"That...that's because...Noelle...she only came to visit you once, but she came back like a completely different person."

Fear filled her mind, shattering the once intact chain of language. She could only speak in fragments and simple words.

"Not only her, but also others... everyone I know, they... they have become... more strange... more abnormal..."

Zun Zun, who had come to his senses, swallowed the last word and replaced it with gentler words.

And there seems to be a contradiction here.

Isn’t the woman in front of them their patron saint?

Why... should I be afraid of her?

"So... you mean to say that all this is due to me?"

The beautiful blue eyes lowered their cold gaze, which was pure oxygen that no living creature could face directly.

"Lady Friedricha..."

For the souls living in the greenhouse protected and nurtured by the Queen, this is the limit of endurance.

A delicate hand gently lifted the girl's chin, exerting a little ****, forcing their eyes to meet. The coldness of the fingers almost made her soul tremble.

"Look up, I'm asking you."

The cold and steady voice of the mature woman sounded like a long alarm bell, echoing in the silent hall, revealing a sense of oppression.

The girl's expression was complicated as she met the questioning gaze. Those eyes were frivolous and greedy, as if licking the soul of its prey.

Her soul was weighed.

"Madam Queen..."

The elf girl, looking at that predatory cyan gaze, fell to her knees, **** with sobs. "You... what's wrong with you?! You're clearly... the most compassionate to the people, but... why did you push those men onto the battlefield to die? You knew the human coalition outnumbered us dozens to one, yet you still resolutely supported the war to the end... We can't win... Dad... Brother... they can't come back... Wuuwu..."

Her words were almost choked with sobs, and finally, she covered her face with her hands, tears silently sliding down her face.

Hearing this, the queen's body paused, and crimson impurities flowed in her deep eyes, then turned into deep darkness.

"She" was suspected.

Well, after all, it has been active during this period in order to consolidate its power.

The intelligence coming from the front had changed from the initial good news of rapid conquest and going straight to the heart of the enemy country to a long tug-of-war and even reports of repeated defeats.

All of this was due to the formation of the Alliance. The enemy the High Elves now had to fight was the vital forces of the human world across the entire continent.

Even with their powerful magic and wisdom, the elves could not match the coalition's numbers and organization. After all, those short-lived species had an irreplaceable advantage: they would choose the right side at the critical moment.

The vented anger and narrow-minded hatred will eventually wear away over time. After the pain and sorrow, what remains is doubt and suspicion.

Even with Frederica's skin, there are still some things that cannot be stabilized.

If not filled in time, the cracks in the throne will only get bigger.

Therefore, when the alliance was about to launch a counterattack, she began to plan to replace her direct line.

There are three necessary conditions.

Fragments of the demon's own soul;

The divine power of light inherited from the skin of Vivian, the messenger of the goddess of life;

And the vessel that could bear all of this, Fredericka's skin.

Fusing with the fragments to restore the complete soul, the divine power of light was transformed into dark energy with divinity, and then carried in Fredericka's skin as a container.

What he got was a body that was almost divine.

The Queen's mind and knowledge, coupled with her inexhaustible divine magic, have long since elevated the power of the leather creatures to a more mysterious existence, surpassing her original self.

But...if that power was still there, perhaps she could reach a higher level now.

But assumptions are always the product of nothingness.

Even if she only has a little divine power, it is enough to control everything in the mortal world.

Next comes slow erosion.

Although she had been prepared and immediately added those key women to her collection of leather goods, such a big move still attracted the attention of a few people.

The girl in front of me is one of those few.

Although it was just a tiny noise, it also proved that the branches and leaves, and even the political situation, were aware of "her" identity and position.

Although humans had been clamoring about the Demon God's replacement theory for several years, her people could never believe that the queen they served and respected would become a demon god. Furthermore, these were just nonsense uttered by humans, and their rebellious mentality only made them more angry.

It is this kind of mentality that wins "her" the time and opportunity for deep penetration.

But lies have their limits after all, and after the impossible comes the possible.

Several years after the roots withered, the branches and leaves gradually realized something.

Before anything that might happen comes to pass, "she" must achieve complete control over the direct line.

"Well, we need to move faster. Kill those who need to be killed, replace those who need to be replaced..."

The elf girl's helpless look was reflected in her cold pupils.

But the next moment, the malice disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"I see..." The queen's eyes suddenly lit up with a gentle shimmer, and her voice was like a gentle stream, gently brushing past the girl's ears, "Rise up... Let me tell you the reason for all this."

The gentle words seemed to awaken distant memories, and the elf girl's eyes seemed to reflect the past. She stared at the noble woman before her in a trance, until her gentle gaze met hers. She quickly wiped her tears and stood up again, waiting for the queen to reveal the "reason."

The queen looked at the girl with loving eyes. She stretched out her delicate arms and embraced the girl. "Don't worry... child... I will always think about you and my people..."

"Lady...Lady Eve..." The elf girl called softly, her lips trembling, as if expecting a response.

"I have a secret that I must keep secret." The queen looked at the girl, her lips moving. "Let me tell you the truth about all this."

After saying this, she arched her fair back, bringing her noble, intellectual face closer to the girl. She took the girl's hand, clasping it with her slender fingertips. Her beautiful cyan eyes shone with a hazy passion, and her pink lips exuded a captivating fragrance.

"Queen... Ugh...?!"

Just as the elf girl was blushing and wondering what the queen was going to do next, the queen suddenly kissed the elf girl's lips. Her bright red tongue pushed open her thin lips, and the tip of her tongue squirmed in the unfamiliar lips. A soft and low moan came from the depths of the queen's throat.

Then, under the temptation of the ultimate delicacy, the gentle concern for the people turned into the malice of a predator.

She held the girl tightly in her arms, watching the young face change from initial confusion, to a little pain, to helplessness, and finally, to the despair of being betrayed by someone she trusted.

The struggling will to live and the agonized sounds of its throat faded bit by bit amidst the monster's pleasure. Soon, the vibrant body was reduced to a shrunken sack of flesh as the queen sucked at its bones. Only the helpless face still bore traces of life.

The queen straightened her waist, her tongue dancing on her red lips, sucking the delicious aftertaste, her crimson eyes curved in pleasure, a happy smile rippled in her eyes.

"Hmmmm~ Sucking on a young girl's flesh is so pleasurable~♡"

After a brief moment of mirth, the manic mist in the queen's eyes dissipated, and a hint of clarity appeared in her crimson pupils, before being covered by a cold, holy blue. With a slightly regretful tone, she spoke to the hollow girl in her arms.

"I'm sorry... my people... I'm the patron saint of the high elves, but now I've become a shell at the mercy of the demon... The war, the infiltration, everything is my fault..."

Self-pity, self-blame. Pain and regret filled her noble face. At least that's how it seemed.

"Under the manipulation of the Demon Lord, I betrayed the elves... Ah, to punish myself, I can only..."

Her tone suddenly changed, and a distorted expression suddenly appeared on her beautiful face. "I can only... can only continue to use this lowly skin and the flesh and blood of other people's people to please the Demon God~♡"

"Before her soul was completely digested by the Demon Lord, the woman named Fredericka did indeed feel remorse and regret. But... what remains now is the clothing called 'Fredericka'."

"Clothes lack the emotions of living things, nor the ability to think. Their only instinct is to obey the Demon Lord's commands like a puppet."

"My people... For the resurrection of the Demon God, please offer your flesh and blood to me, your mother~"

"Just like me, and my descendant Alicia~"

"But don't worry, beings like you are not worthy of coexisting with the Demon God~♡"

The queen raised the corner of her lips and lightly lifted her fingertips, and a stream of brown fleshy residue flowed down her fingertips. It was the waste material left after the flesh and blood dissolved.

"Useless thing~♡After you've digested it, get out of my skin~ Only the Demon God is allowed to exist in my skin."

"Hmph... However, given the current situation, it's best to make some use of the waste."

The Queen's body was already filled with mysteries, and with the nourishment of the High Elves' flesh and blood, she had become a more advanced being over the years.

Its soul and the queen's body are seamlessly integrated, becoming inseparable and interdependent beings.

The body of the demigod was further corrupted by the nourishment of the demon's soul, becoming an even more evil being.

The power of her skin has also been further enhanced. Now, she no longer needs the weak bone spurs. With her own strength alone, she can achieve things that were previously unimaginable.

The sticky flesh gathered on the stone bricks, then surged into the shrunken skin. The form was filled again, and the image of the elf girl emerged before the queen.

"Welcome back, Yu's child." The queen's noble face showed a loving and compassionate look. She gently opened her arms to welcome the newborn doll.

The human-shaped piece of flesh squirmed, trying to fill every gap, then tremblingly moved closer, trying to respond to the gentle embrace.

"Well... angry..."

At first, he uttered vague initial consonants like a baby babbling.

"Mother……"

Then use the wisdom you have gained to connect the finals correctly.

In this way, her offspring were reborn.

"Thank you...for giving me a new life, Mother."

The elf girl looked at the queen with her empty eyes, as if all her emotions had been completely buried.

The Queen looked at her new work carefully, and seemed to understand what she meant by the weird and strange words she had mentioned before.

Although it is just a chaotic product of mixing, corresponding testing is still necessary.

"Hmm...how do you feel?"

“Thanks to you… I am very happy now~❤”

It seems to be verified by language?

"Very good, please step back."

After watching the elf girl walk away along the corridor, the queen did not return to her tender embrace with the moonlight. She simply tilted her head with interest, examining the slowly closing door.

Just before the door was completely closed, a pale hand suddenly pressed against the door, and then a figure in silver armor emerged like a shadow and came into her sight.

"Welcome back." Her tone was gentle, as if she had already expected this moment to come, and a provocative smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

She opened her arms wrapped in gauze and greeted him warmly.

"My love..."

The figure seemed to ignore her words and walked straight to the center of the hall, where the moonlight was shining.

"My Knights..."

He passed her by and walked into the white light.

"And... the rest of the contractors..."

When the moonlight illuminated his figure, Frederica also read out the man's name.

"Yi~ya♡"

The white Immaculate Knight stood in the center, his silver armor reflecting a cold glow, seemingly blending seamlessly with the hall's solemn atmosphere. His dark eyes cast a glimpse of his surroundings. The moon rose again, shedding an even richer white light. The man named Iya saw a scene resembling hell.

At the edge of the hall, the corpses of elven women were piled up like a mountain. Their last remaining traces, some curled up, some struggling, but without exception, they all fell into the dark shadows and became part of the collection.

Incense wafted from the walls, as if to mask the foul smell.

This is Fredericka's hunting ground.

Heavy armor couldn't protect a fragile heart. The pale elf boy knelt down, his head aching, and then the gentle golden figure appeared before him.

However, the face of the elf girl only stayed in his eyes for a moment, and then sank into darkness, never to be seen again.

He had once sought the true future, and the answer lay in that girl.

For that future, he betrayed everything, sold his soul, accepted the power of the devil, and became an inhuman being.

And now, in this future, she no longer exists.

Unable to quell conservative opinion, Alicia was executed by the Queen herself shortly after the war and her body was buried by the Queen.

Today, Frederica, adhering to the principle of "I must correct the mistakes of Alicia", leads the high elves to continue the war that has already begun, giving this pure war a hypocritical veil.

Of course, he was heartbroken at that time. But having received the power from the demon god, he was no longer able to disobey any of the queen's orders.

“Frederica—”

He stood up and addressed the distinguished woman in front of him by her name in a cold tone. Her gray hair obscured her dark red pupils, but the intense emotion she expressed could not be concealed.

The Queen simply raised an eyebrow at this. "My Knight... are you still resentful of the child's ****?"

“……”

"I once said that she was actually dead a long time ago. All that remained was a shell." She narrowed her eyes, her fingertips gently stroking her voluptuous figure through the fabric of her clothes. "Now that I have obtained a more perfect shell, I naturally want to make full use of Alicia, who has lost her usefulness. At least in the end, Alicia made use of her remaining value and appeased the conservatives for me."

"Frederica, this isn't what we agreed on, right?"

"My knight, what do you seek?" Her eyes swept over the elven boy's battered body. "This appearance, this power, everything is beyond your reach before, isn't it?"

"If you hadn't accepted my gift, you wouldn't have become the Queen's knight."

"That's never what I seek! Since you've devoured Alicia's memories and emotions, you should understand how much she means to me!" He lowered his head, looking at the broken body. "Immortality, indestructibility—such power is indeed something only you can grant, but I've never been obsessed with it. What I want is that elf girl, and the days we spent together."

"Oh...but Alicia can't appear here anymore."

"..." Yiya remained silent, but her eyes never left the queen.

"So... this is the new deal..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yiya was embraced by that warm body. The mother's tenderness surrounded him, melting away his pain in an instant.

"I... look very similar to Alicia, don't you?"

Although their bodies have gone through a long time, for the elves, such a long time is just a blink of an eye.

Now this plump and attractive body is the future of that withered flower.

"After all... that child is my only daughter... even the blood flowing in her body is the same, right?"

He could see a flickering shadow within the delicate features, a shadow struggling as if to break free from the body and embrace him.

"In that case...as long as Iya thinks of me as her future Alicia, there won't be any problems, you know?"

"Let's trade... Yu's knight... Iya♡"