The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Me Into Her Sister

Volume 4 – Chapter 6: Reunion

“Hmph!”

“Haah!”

A gold and a silver Elf girl were tumbling on the sofa, locked in a scuffle that showed no clear winner. They were practically evenly matched. Only after both of them had exhausted themselves did Teresa finally step in and separate the two.

She hadn’t been worried about their fighting. It was just harmless roughhousing between kids.

They didn’t even resort to the most basic move in girl fights—hair-pulling. What real damage could they do? By the time it was over, aside from their messy hair and wrinkled clothes, neither was any worse for wear.

Children were bursting with energy. If they didn’t move around and let it out a little, they might actually get sick. That’s why Teresa had been watching the whole time without interfering. Until they were both too tired to continue and too stubborn to admit defeat, there was no need to step in.

During intermission, though it had only been elementary school-level bickering, they’d burned a lot of calories. Now the two of them sat at the dining table, quietly eating. The fight was over, but the result was the same as if it hadn’t happened—neither would back down, and both still found the other annoying.

“Thank you for the meal, I’m full.” Sophia politely set her utensils aside, pouted slightly, and glanced at Yimi—who was still eating—and casually said, “So slow.”

“Scarfing it down like that… absolutely no manners. As expected of a little kid.” Yimi, chewing slowly and elegantly, didn’t miss the chance to sneer.

Hearing that, Teresa smiled gently while mentally roasting her: You were just rolling around with that little kid in a full-on pillow fight, and now you want to act high and mighty?

Weren’t they both just kids?

“Hey, you already mooched a meal. No takeout service. Time to head back.” Yimi didn’t hold back in shooing Sophia away.

“Head back? To where? The school still hasn’t assigned me a dorm yet.”

“Oh, so you’re not even an official student yet? And you’re trespassing into someone else’s home??”

“This is my sister’s team’s dorm. I came here after getting everyone’s permission. Why shouldn’t I be here?”

Teresa had thought their war was over and she could finally enjoy a bit of peace… but once dinner refueled them, the argument reignited.

“So, are you a member of this team?”

“I-I just got here…” Faced with Yimi’s aggressive questioning, Sophia lowered her head in guilt.

“Then you’re just a random outsider, aren’t you?” Yimi pushed on mercilessly. “Not even a student here, and you’ve got the nerve to stay in the champion’s estate? Thick-skinned, aren’t you?”

“You’re one to talk! You say that like you’re the champion! I’m enrolling this year, and I got here before you!”

Bang bang!

Their bickering cut off abruptly as both girls stiffened and turned toward Teresa, who was sitting by the window reading. She had just set her book down on the table with a thud loud enough to echo up to the third floor.

“Oh dear~ I seem to have squashed a noisy little bug.” Smiling, Teresa lifted her book, gently blew the table clean, and casually resumed reading.

“To interrupt someone while they’re deep in a book… How terribly rude.”

“..........”

The two Elf girls at the table glanced at each other and reached an unspoken agreement.

Sophia sat obediently, not daring to make a peep. Yimi kept her head down and continued eating in silence.

After they finished eating, Teresa set her book aside, tied on an apron, and the sound of running water echoed from the kitchen.

The two girls sat on the couch, glaring silently at each other—earlier, they’d been louder than a pair of wild sparrows, but now they were quieter than mice.

Let’s not even mention Sophia’s sixth sense—Yimi certainly knew what would happen if Teresa got truly upset.

There was nothing that a woman couldn’t do once she set her mind to it.

Time flew by.

Two days passed in a flash.

During that time, Sophia continued to “visit” Crown Manor, using her lack of a dorm room as an excuse. Naturally, she and Yimi would still argue almost every time. However, it never escalated to sofa-wrestling anymore—thanks in part to Teresa and Astrid holding them back.

Astrid had finally regained a bit of spirit after two days of gloom, though for some reason, she kept avoiding Teresa’s eyes, as if feeling awkward.

Teresa couldn’t figure out what Astrid was sulking about either.

It was sort of amusing, though. Every time Sophia and Yimi were about to come to blows, Teresa and Astrid would instinctively hold one of them back.

Teresa held back Yimi. Astrid held back Sophia.

Big gold holds little gold. Big white holds little white.

The scene looked oddly harmonious—like two pairs of mother and daughter.

That day, Teresa found herself puzzled. The semester was starting tomorrow, but their dorm still only had three people. The other two were still missing.

She mulled it over. Wenfu being a scatterbrain who forgot the school calendar? Totally plausible. But Felicia, that meticulous royal lady? Not likely to show up last minute.

Maybe they got delayed on the road?

As she watered flowers in the courtyard, Teresa thought back to some gossip she’d overheard at the fruit tea shop a few days ago.

Apparently, the Imperial troops stationed outside Coleman City had been attacked, with heavy casualties.

It wouldn’t be wise to charge into Ruglian alone. But judging from the situation, the Demon Race wasn’t yet launching any full-scale invasion of Kaleburn. So Teresa hadn’t been in a rush.

She had regained much of her strength by now. A solo recon mission near Ruglian’s border shouldn’t be too dangerous.

Having made up her mind, she set down the watering can. She was still very concerned about Ethan’s situation, even if she knew it couldn’t be rushed.

With half a day left before the semester started, she had more than enough time to go check it out.

Her [Floral Whisper: Eternal Renewal] transformed into a willowwood hair ornament on the side of her head. She let Yimi know she was heading out, then left Crown Manor, shielding her eyes from the bright autumn sun.

The lingering heat of late summer still scorched the land. Teresa could smell the scent of sun-scorched buds rising from the earth.

The new replacing the old—it was the natural order, the doctrine of the Mother of Forests.

At a fork in the dorm district, laughter echoed from nearby dorms. A verdant green forest could be seen in the distance.

In Teresa’s eyes, every season and every scene held its own meaning. Like the last burst of vitality in deep autumn.

Once outside the gates of Coleman Academy, she found Coleman City as lively as ever. The bustling crowds didn’t seem concerned about the looming threat of the Demon Race, content to enjoy this brief moment of peace.

Entering Coleman Forest, beams of sunlight scattered through the leaves, forming dappled patches of gold.

At the forest’s edge, Teresa was reminded of the first time she’d come here—before she’d regained her memories.

She removed [Changsu], transforming it into a full-length willowwood longbow with a floating blue gem. Entering her Domain, her uniform melted away, replaced by a light exploration outfit. Her hair, woven in a wheat-braid, shimmered behind her as she lifted her vibrant green eyes.

A quick scan showed something had changed in the forest. She’d walked this far without encountering a single Imperial patrol—definitely not normal.

Eyes closed, she reached out with her senses, feeling the voice of the forest. Every plant and blade of grass became her eyes and ears.

She remembered the last time she came here with her team and had discovered the Imperial Army’s camp in the forest. But now, not a trace of life came from that direction.

It was too quiet.

Why would a military camp be this silent? Could it be—?

Teresa opened her eyes, confirmed her location, and moved forward with her longbow in hand.

Those corrupt soldiers didn’t deserve sympathy. But if they were all gone, it meant she had misjudged the situation—and the Demon Race was indeed preparing to invade Kaleburn through Coleman Forest!

She leapt to the treetops, darting through the canopy, leaving streaks of golden light in her wake.

When she arrived, her fears were confirmed. The camp was deserted. The fires were out, the wood charred, the pots abandoned.

Tents—gone. Only useless debris remained.

She sniffed. No blood. No rotting corpses.

So—false alarm?

She had overestimated those soldiers. Faced with danger, they hadn’t fought or investigated—they had simply fled.

So much for "guarding the gates of the Empire." First to flee when trouble arose.

Still, it didn’t seem like there had been any mass invasion. At least not yet.

Suddenly, Teresa narrowed her eyes and looked toward a direction—something was coming.

With bow in hand, she moved forward. The disturbance grew closer. Figures rustled in the underbrush.

Just as she was about to part the grass, a huge figure came flying out and crashed to the ground, releasing a burst of blood.

Teresa turned to look. On the ground lay a heavily armored Beastman, split in half from shoulder to hip, his spiked club shattered.

Judging from the damage—whoever struck him had monstrous strength.

She looked into the brush—and saw two familiar figures.

“Come on, both of you. I’m in a hurry.” A lively girl with amber twin-tails swung her greatsword clean of blood and beckoned the remaining Beastmen forward.

They hesitated, still shaken from their comrade’s instant death, clearly wary of this terrifyingly strong human girl.

They exchanged glances—planning a pincer attack.

One charged head-on with a giant cleaver—not to land a fatal blow, just to force her to respond so the other could sneak behind.

Nice plan. But reality wasn’t kind.

Behind her, a cat-eared girl clasped her hands in prayer. A pink aura enveloped the amber-haired knight.

Behind them were several pieces of luggage—they’d just returned from a long journey.

The first Beastman succeeded in provoking her—but that was also the last thing he did.

With Wenfu’s buff, Felicia’s greatsword swung down like judgment. In one strike, armor, weapon, flesh—everything was cleaved clean. He became a pile of meat.

“Felicia, behind you!”

Felicia’s swing had over-committed, leaving her momentarily open. The second Beastman seized the chance and swung the hilt of his axe at her neck—clearly trying to capture her alive.

But before it hit, a glowing arrow struck his throat. Swift. Precise. Brutal.

Felicia turned to strike—only to see her attacker collapsing, eyes rolling back.

Recognizing the familiar glow of the arrow, Felicia and Wenfu turned to the source.

There she stood—bow still raised—golden hair catching the light.

“Teresa!” Wenfu, ever sweet, called out happily. Then blinked in confusion.

“Wait… are you really Teresa?” Her eyes fixed on those unmistakable Elven ears.

“What? You don’t recognize me after just one break, little Wenfu~?” Confirming there were no more enemies, Teresa lowered her bow and walked over, gently booping Wenfu’s nose like always.

Felicia didn’t seem surprised—like she’d known all along.

Probably the whole team did—except one silly kitten.

Teresa and Felicia just shared a knowing smile.

“Wait… Teresa, you’re an Elf??” Wenfu’s eyes widened. “Ohhh—I get it, nya! You’re wearing fake Elf ears, right?”

She stood on tiptoes and pinched them.

“…Eh?” Why did they feel so real? Cool, soft… like actual flesh…

“Wen. Fu.” Flick.

“Meowch!” Clutching her forehead, Wenfu pouted. “So… they’re real…??”

“And you two… the semester starts tomorrow, and you’ve still got time to be out grinding monsters?”