No Need to Be Strong

What liquid could be purer than heaven’s dew?

Perhaps only the tears of a pure elven maiden, shed in moments of deep emotion, could claim such praise.

When someone is trapped in an inescapable quagmire, their soul languishes in endless confusion.

Mental strength has its limits, especially for emotionally sensitive elves.

The old Kant might have been unyielding against any setback, but Kant was no more. The one living now was a mere five-year-old elven girl…

Mental age isn’t everything. Even an eighty-year-old can retain a childlike heart.

Everyone has a vulnerable side. For some, showing that softness brings comfort from family and friends; for others, it invites cold mockery and heartless scorn.

The outcomes of such treatment differ vastly.

People often exaggerate the miracles of strong will. Indeed, it can break through barriers, but that will needs emotional nurturing to endure.

Humans aren’t unfeeling plants—who can truly lack a heart?

A so-called iron heart is just a shield to hide weakness from others.

But with family, such defenses are unnecessary. What others mock as cowardice, true family sees as your authentic self.

As the two elven girls’ bodies pressed close, Selina, for once, didn’t stiffen or pull away.

She accepted Felicia’s warmth and comfort, as a younger sister naturally would in her elder’s embrace…

The moment her memories returned, Selina bore an unseen weight.

A soul mismatched with her young body inevitably sparked conflict. Resolving it required time and countless struggles, eased only by the presence of loved ones.

Selina was both unfortunate and fortunate. Unfortunate, because as a transmigrator, she remained a “Crippled One,” needing to strive harder than most for results. Reborn as a female elf—an identity she struggled to adapt to—she endured hardships few could fathom.

Yet she was fortunate.

By chance, she gained a second life, her soul completed, her right arm restored.

Perhaps as compensation, these five years brought luxuries and care she’d never known. But most importantly, she found a loving mother and sister.

True affection was rarer than the kingdom’s priceless treasures.

To find two people who genuinely cared for her made Selina truly accept her identity as an elven princess. There was no need to mourn the past—her present was worth cherishing.

Felicia’s words were like pressing the release on a dam of pent-up emotions.

As the floodgates opened, long-suppressed feelings poured out.

Her emerald eyes regained their spark, tears welling until they spilled over, tracing down her delicate cheeks. The hot tears weren’t of sorrow but of a heart touched by warmth.

The ice in her soul melted under her mother and sister’s care. Only now did Selina feel she truly lived as a five-year-old girl in this world.

“Wahhh~”

Like a child finally letting go, Selina sobbed in Felicia’s arms, tears flowing freely.

Her soul’s ingrained habits urged her to endure, to be strong, to face all hardships alone.

But now, with these two elves before her, their gentle gazes and sincere words told her she didn’t need to bear everything or armor her heart in cold iron. Her family would embrace all of her.

No need to care about strength or weakness, success or failure. Family would cherish the softest parts of her heart.

Suffering was never to be glorified. Only by tasting the nectar of love did she understand the soothing sweetness of warmth.

Felicia held Selina tightly, never loosening her grip, letting her sister’s hot tears soak her clothes. Only thus could she deeply feel Selina’s pain and sorrow, aspiring to be the sister her sibling first thought of in times of need.

“Cry, cry. Don’t worry—only you and I are here…”

Nothing else mattered. Whatever Selina’s past deeds, she was now just her sister.

Outside, the maids, hearing the princess’s heartfelt cries, gripped their skirts tightly, hearts aching.

As the kingdom’s most exalted after the Empress, the princess should be carefree, unburdened by grievances.

Yet her trembling sobs filled Cuibis with guilt.

She vowed to serve her princess more devotedly, hoping to be someone Selina could confide in.

Velansel, older and more reserved, kept her emotions inward, but her clenched fingers betrayed her feelings.

Though she served Felicia, she understood her mistress’s deep love for Selina.

That love extended to her, too—love the one, love the other.

Who in the Elven Kingdom could dislike the gentle, adorable Second Princess?

Tonight, with the girl’s cries, not only emotions were released but also a pure, crystalline maiden’s heart was set free.