The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Me Into Her Sister

Volume 3, Chapter 25 ~ Teresa Galnorin

The sealed memories were awakened, like unwrapping something new only to find something impossibly familiar inside, nothing fresh or novel, only memories so distant they felt like another lifetime.

“Teresa, tell me clearly! Don’t be like this...” The silver-haired, wheat-skinned elf girl held her in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

Consciousness sank into darkness, and in the next moment, it was a bright room, filled with the technological glare of an operating table and harsh lights.

“Congratulations! Sir, it’s a healthy baby boy!”

She cried loudly, unable to control herself, forgetting the past, forgetting what once was, and since gaining consciousness, she had lived as a human, as an ordinary Blue Star person, until fate called her again, and a truck sent the Earthling Lin Di flying, sending her back to Kaleburn.

Earth was still her home, yet it was not truly home. Blue Star’s values and ideas did not color her; not because of anything else, but because she came into that world already colored, merely having temporarily forgotten.

But forgetting was forgetting, unable to change the fact that these things had indeed happened.

That golden elf had been right. Once these memories were unlocked, there was no turning back, and now she knew who she was.

So that was it.

So that was how it was.

Learning the truth, Teresa was surprised, yet not really. It felt as though everything was meant to be this way.

She had suspected this possibility before, but she could never be sure. After all, it was absurd.

She had no memories beyond her previous life, and in her perception, she was still a human from Earth, making it hard to accept this hypothesis.

But now, with the truth and the memories of her earlier, earlier life recovered, everything made sense, not abrupt, but reasonable, fitting perfectly once known.

The willow bow in her hand opened itself fully to her, its roots tightly wrapping around her wrist, like a young maiden dancing in the spring breeze, holding her hand, chatting and reminiscing.

In that moment, she finally remembered.

Dylin had never existed.

Teresa opened her calm, lake-like, resolute eyes, tearing apart confusion, with not a trace of hesitation left.

A roaring storm, accompanied by a howling wind, was shattered in a single strike.

Teresa stood firm in the storm’s aftermath, as always, the violent wind lifting her dazzling golden hair, the wheat braid behind her head slightly disheveled, adding to her heroic bearing.

The golden-haired girl stood tall on the battlefield, just as she once did.

The fierce pressure of the storm halted the resentment centaur’s movements, making it struggle even to keep its balance. From afar, Yimi watched, feeling instinctively that Teresa had changed greatly from before, though she could not quite say how.

The Golden Chalice Butterfly by her hair shimmered with a bluish glow, trailing a streak of light, and Teresa, whose aura had changed in an instant, calmly gazed at the clock tower-sized resentment monster. The [Floral Whisper: Eternal Renewal] in her hand shifted forms amidst a swirl of verdant energy, at times an elegant willow longbow, at times a willow-handled luminous longsword, and at times a root- and leaf-veined bladed spear that grew like a massive tree.

She raised her hands, and dense, visible natural elements gathered between them. A barren desert devoid of life sprouted vegetation and greenery.

Yimi watched in shock. Elves drew natural power from all things to form Divine Authority, but Teresa was able to reverse it, creating nature with Divine Authority itself, with lush vegetation spreading at her feet with every movement.

And where did that bow come from?

In just a moment, Teresa had grown much stronger, not through mutation, but by gaining a deeper understanding of her own power and how to wield her Divine Authority.

Simply put, her Divine Authority level had undergone a qualitative leap.

Just as a strong man familiar with his body and the techniques of exertion could unleash more strength than others of equal build, so too did Divine Authority exhibit different power in different hands depending on understanding.

Previously, Teresa was not fully adept with her Divine Authority, using Divine Appraisal to roughly read the effects of her abilities and domain, then following instructions step by step, never understanding the principles.

But now, Teresa had clearly ascended, comprehending the essence of her domain and Divine Authority, wielding them with increasing maturity and fluidity.

It was as if she had experienced an epiphany, or recovered the memories containing the usage instructions of her Divine Authority Domain, the pressure she now radiated unimaginable for a student who had not even been enrolled for a year.

As fragments of memory returned, her Divine Authority level rose, her limpid eyes clear as flowing water, her white-socked feet stepping lightly on the ground without gathering a speck of dust.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Mr. Monster.” Teresa bowed gracefully and elegantly, her delicate fingers brushing the bowstring as if she were playing a zither rather than drawing a bow.

“Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself earlier.”

“But I suppose it’s not too late now.” Saying this, Teresa reached a hand behind her head, removed something invisible, and tossed it aside.

Those beautifully shaped, sharp, pale elf ears were revealed, and Teresa did not mind at all.

“I am the second daughter of the previous Elf King, conferred the title of Elf War Goddess by the Elf King himself, Teresa Galnorin.” She placed a hand on her chest, declaring with composure and solemnity.

“It’s hardly an honor to cross blades with you, but still, I’ll ask you to go easy on me~” A playful glint flickered in Teresa’s eyes.

The resentment golem could not understand Teresa’s words, but as a being highly sensitive to emotion, it understood it was being provoked, and the burning resentment within it launched into a furious assault.

“Yimi, I need your help with something.” Teresa turned her head, dodging the incoming waves of resentment effortlessly, looking calmly at Yimi. “Something only you can do.”

“What?” Seeing Teresa’s serious look, Yimi asked.

“To defeat this monster, I can’t do it alone.”

“You need me to lend you a hand? But I’m not sure if I’ll be useful.”

“No.” Teresa smiled mysteriously. “Do you remember that corpse flower that was hacked apart a few days ago? Find it for me and bring me a piece of its root.”

“What do you need that thing for? It’s already withered.”

“I alone cannot deal with such a massive collection of resentment.” Teresa explained calmly while dodging easily.

“I may be able to kill its body, but I can’t handle so much resentment alone. This resentment needs a place to go.”

“And that place can only be the corpse flower. Only something naturally born to house negative emotions can contain it, or this monster will never truly die.”

“But that flower was chopped up. At best, I can bring you some ‘remnants’.”

“I want you to collect as many remnants as possible. Corpse flowers are born of nature, and such [materials] are nearly impossible to create artificially.”

“Fine, I understand!” Yimi turned and dashed off on her short legs. “I hope you can hold out until I get back.”

“I’m counting on you.” Teresa transformed [Floral Whisper: Eternal Renewal] into a longbow, infusing [Verdant Fragrance] into it, and raised it, firing skyward. The arrow wrapped in tender green vines exploded in the air, weaving a rain of green arrows.

Each arrow that struck the monster sprouted a green bud, which quickly blossomed into vivid flowers.

[War Goddess Edict: Blooming Rain]

The monster roared, feeling the flowers clinging to it siphoning off its authority, forcing it to create more authority from the endless resentment within to sustain itself.

It was a being born of resentment gaining flesh, and it could not act or fight without authority. Without it, it was like a machine without fuel, unable to move.

Once the resentment was bound, Teresa’s longbow swiftly transformed into a willow-handled, jade-bladed elf scimitar. With her excellent agility, she leapt, the blade igniting with blue flame as it swept through the air like a cold crescent moon.

Landing behind the resentment centaur, Teresa sheathed her blade, and with a flash, the centaur’s four legs were severed.

[War Goddess Edict: Thousand Moons Slash]

At this moment, Teresa’s blade was no longer lost in confusion. She now knew exactly who she was, what she should do, and what she would do next.

Her bow had found its direction, unwavering and firm.

The resentment creature quickly grew four new legs and stood again, the flowers on it withering from absorbing too much resentment as it regained mobility.

Flaming spears and massive hammers came crashing down upon Teresa.

Clearly, the resentments were dissatisfied with this body. The host’s original body was not strong, and with so much resentment crammed into it, its potential was capped, unable to unleash the resentment’s full power.

She remembered how, when the demon armies invaded the Land of the Elves, the resentments formed clouds that blocked out the sun, acid rain fell upon the forest, and the treetops withered rapidly.

The elves, having grown used to peace, lost their best defenses and terrain, and facing such an omen, morale crumbled and they collapsed at the first blow.

Much of this memory was still vague to Teresa, but she had largely confirmed it.

She was Teresa. That earlier, earlier Teresa was also her. She had not taken over Teresa’s body after reincarnating, but had simply reincarnated back into her original world.

As for whether she had once committed acts that betrayed the royal family’s honor, cruelly and mercilessly oppressing her people, she did not have that memory.

But judging by her current heart, she believed that she likely had not done so.

So what had truly happened to cause the golden elves to break with the other elves and lead to the birth of the demons?

She felt that perhaps she should go to the current Forest of the Sages and have a proper conversation with the current Moon Elf King.

Though her power and memory were not fully restored, it was enough.

This resentment entity was not strong enough, and there was nothing nearby for it to possess.

Teresa felt relieved that the corpse flower had not exploded from her own overload, for if it had burst from her, the resentment stored within it would have scattered into countless fragments, forming black-purple clouds that would rain across the Empire.

Then, the resentment of the deeply oppressed commoners would be ignited, and they would become new demons, throwing Kaleburn into chaos.

Currently, the situation is uncertain. The demons within Ruglian had no desire—or perhaps no ability—to expand, but who could say for sure?

If Kaleburn birthed new demons internally, joining forces with the old demons of the Old Continent, the races of light would be truly endangered.

But looking at it from another angle, one’s own destruction was often caused by oneself—just like the Empire.

Staring at the unyielding resentment entity before her, Teresa sighed.

If it had not been for the Empire’s greedy, oppressive nobles, how would it have come to this?

For every cause, there was an effect, and no matter who it was, in the end, they would have to answer for their actions.

Thankfully, four hundred years of resentment were not enough to baptize the continent anew, and since it was all crammed into a single, weak body, while Teresa could not kill it, it could not kill her easily either.

Meanwhile, Yimi, who had fled the scene toward the outskirts of Kanj City, realized she was still far away, and worse, had no transportation. With her tiny legs, she would not reach it even by tomorrow morning and would collapse foaming at the mouth along the way.

What should she do?

Thinking of Teresa fighting the unkillable monster made Yimi’s mind spin.

She did not know whether, at this very moment, Teresa had already fallen while she struggled to reach Kanj City, and this worry drained her strength quickly, leaving her panting and exhausted.

Her lungs burned, her legs were going numb, but even so, she continued to run, believing that as long as she kept going, she would eventually arrive.

But even if she retrieved the petals, she would have to run back again.

Although Teresa looked like she was handling it effortlessly, authority would run out eventually.

Could she really complete this task?

A horse’s whinny snapped her fragile focus, and she hurriedly glanced behind her.

Thanks to that resentment horse monster, she now had a PTSD reaction to horse sounds.

Looking up, she saw that familiar silver hair and that familiar girl.

The girl rode up to her without a word and held out her hand.

“I should have arrived in time.”