Revenge

Beauty is something people always yearn for, but it’s a trait with a unique randomness.
One’s appearance is set at birth—handsome is handsome, beautiful is beautiful, ordinary is ordinary.
It’s hard to change.
Yet, for ordinary people, this divinely ordained, unattainable quality is something the elven race possesses innately.

It could be said that, across the entire Seraris Continent, the elves have the highest overall beauty.
No matter your race or aesthetic, it’s undeniable—elves are hard to dislike.

They are nature’s children, favored by this world.
Heaven granted them such stunning looks that the concept of ugliness doesn’t exist among them.
Yet, beauty is a concept, relative and comparable.
Compared to ordinary elves, the royal family’s appearance is like immortal flowers sown by the gods—reserved, noble, and elegant, evoking a sense of awe that can only be admired from afar, untouchable.

Looking at the delicate, lovely face of the girl before her, brimming with grievance and resentment, yet still stirring pity despite her intense emotions, the Elven Empress’s expression showed no surprise.
Her emerald eyes, gazing at the girl, held a knowing calm.

“Selina, my dear daughter, I taught you that the elven race should speak of the Ancestor God with reverence and gratitude.
Your recent words completely lack the decorum befitting a lady…”

Her loving voice carried a deep maternal warmth, like a devoted mother gently chastising her daughter’s misbehavior.
The scene could move anyone to sigh with emotion.
But only Selina, bound and restrained, knew that this touching display was all an act by this old woman!

This millennia-old woman and the Elven Ancestor God were both cunning schemers, teaming up to deceive a poor soul whose three lifetimes barely totaled a hundred years.
Utterly despicable!

She’d been promised a rebirth as an elf, nothing more.
Yet, that old hag of an Ancestor God played word games with her.
An elf, sure, but why was her little Kant gone?!

In her previous lives, she’d read plenty of novels and watched anime about reincarnation, but none featured a protagonist who reincarnated and lost their manhood!
Even worse, that old hag Ancestor God had tampered with her soul.
When she first arrived as an elf princess, her memories were sealed!

So, she’d lived as an elf princess for five years with the genuine mindset of a child!

Five years! Five years!
Do you know how she endured those five years?!

Recalling the moments she acted cute and called Karina “Mother,” frolicked in various princess dresses with unicorns, or innocently clung to Felicia’s white-stockinged legs calling her “Big Sister,” Selina felt a rush of blood to her head, nearly fainting from the embarrassment.
And her sister in this life—Felicia, the First Princess—was the one who killed her in her past life!

Heavens above, earth below!
Kant swore this awkward relationship dynamic was definitely the perverse whimsy of that old hag Ancestor God.
The one who killed her in her past life was now her sister, bound by sisterly ties?

That ancient, undying Ancestor God was absolutely a twisted pervert at heart.
She was probably hiding in some corner, gleefully watching Selina’s breakdown after learning the truth!

If her past-life memories hadn’t suddenly unlocked today, who knows how much longer Kant would’ve been dominated by Selina’s princess memories and persona!

So, the moment she regained her memories, the first thing Selina did was rush to the elves’ sacred Ancestral Grounds.
She grabbed handfuls of dirt and hurled them at the holy, inviolable statue of the Ancestor God revered by all elves!

That damned, perverse god—this grudge for toying with her was irreconcilable!
And Karina, the accomplice, who knew everything yet raised her as an elf princess for five years!
Those humiliating memories of acting like a little girl tormented Kant’s nerves constantly.
She swore, no matter the cost, she’d get her revenge!

“Don’t call me by that name!
You old hag, give me back my gender!”

Calling her “old hag” over and over echoed through the elegant, nature-infused chamber.
Outside, the elven guards were drenched in sweat.
Who could’ve imagined they’d live to see someone dare insult the reigning Elven Empress like this?

Under normal circumstances, this would be unthinkable.
If some fool dared say such things, any elf who heard would charge forward without hesitation, politely persuading the offender to apologize through very physical means.
But that was for ordinary people.
Now, the one hurling insults in the great hall was the most pampered Second Princess, Selina.
In this situation, the guards could only wipe their sweat and pretend they heard nothing.

Royal family matters were best left to the royals.
Ordinary folks knowing too much was never good.

Inside the hall, looking at the bound elf girl, limbs curled and struggling on the floor, Karina set down her quill and sighed softly.

“You silly child, I knew this day would come.”

As she spoke, Karina waved her right hand lightly.
An invisible ripple of magic spread, sealing the chamber’s sounds from the outside world.

Her flawless legs peeked through the slit of her feathered dress, perfect jade feet encased in gold-etched, open-toe heels.
The soles tapped crisply on the ancient jade steps.
With elegant steps, Karina descended and approached the girl, lifting her into her arms.

“Let go, you old hag!
Let go, don’t touch me!”

The silver-haired girl squirmed relentlessly in Karina’s warm, soft embrace.
Her emerald eyes, inherited from her mother, were red and swollen with grievance.
Her translucent, pink lips puffed out, evoking an irresistible pity.

“Don’t move. The steps are cold.
Mother’s arms are warmer.”

Looking at the rebellious girl in her arms, Karina spoke with gentle care.
She walked back to her seat and slowly sat down.

The girl in her arms, exhausted from struggling, lacked the strength to break free.
Her energy depleted, she panted softly, her delicate lips exhaling faint breaths.
Her jade-like forehead was beaded with sweat, silver strands clinging to her flushed cheeks.

She opened her mouth, seemingly intent on hurling more insults, but her frail, delicate body was too weak.
Like a true princess, a bit of struggling drained all her strength.
Now, even mustering the energy to speak was a challenge.
What frustrated her more was… the words she’d spat out hardly counted as curses!

Influenced by five years of living as an elf princess, Kant’s rough, masculine habits and speech had been thoroughly polished away by this life’s upbringing.
The crude swears that once came naturally were now replaced with words like “jerk,” “shameless,” “deceitful,” or “old hag.”
Paired with the elf girl’s soft, sweet voice, if recorded in her past life, plenty of people would’ve clamored to be insulted by such a beautiful maiden.