Moon Elf King, Calling You "Ancestor"??

Dilin simply couldn’t picture those high-and-mighty elites kneeling on the ground, shouting "Ancestor!"

At the same time, he was puzzled. Why did this Moon Elf’s gaze hold no trace of disdain or condescension?

He’d seen pureblood Elves before. Coleman Academy was founded on Elven land, after all. Though Elves were arrogant—disdaining to share classrooms with other races—the campus still hosted many of them.

Even Wood Elves, let alone the highborn Moon Elves, looked down on humans through their noses. Don’t be fooled by their polite words and proper manners; deep down, they scorned humanity.

This had left Dilin with a very poor impression of Elves. Recent events had only soured his attitude further.

Sure, Elves were easy on the eyes. But if not for the money, he’d avoid dealing with these elites altogether.

The Elf maiden before him seemed Astrid’s age. Yet Dilin knew better than to judge an Elf’s age by appearance. A girl blooming with youth might well be a millennia-old crone.

*Whatever. Her boasts are none of my concern. Elf business is Elf business. I only care about my payment.*

"Where’s your Elven Empress? She wanted to see me. Take me to her."

"..............." The Elf maiden fell silent at his words.

"Your Highness," she finally said, "allow this humble servant to remind you—even you must not disrespect the Elven Empress. After all, she is your.........."

"Enough. I get it. Just take me." Dilin cut her off impatiently.

"...........Please," the Elf maiden sighed, "take my hand."

*Better not meddle in family affairs.*

Dilin hesitated, then touched the hand she offered. Before he could register the feel of her palm, the scene shifted. He stood alone in a golden-wood hall atop an ancient tree.

The Moon Elf maiden had vanished. Only Dilin remained in the dim, cavernous chamber.

Crimson carpets edged in gold thread stretched beneath a vaulted ceiling woven from ageless golden timber. Only here could one grasp the palace’s staggering scale.

This palace grown from the ancient tree pulsed with life. Silver gauze, spun from dewdrops, filtered light into the hall. Looking up felt like standing beneath an ocean’s surface.

*Why am I alone? ...........No. Not alone.*

Dilin spotted a figure seated on the throne ahead.

**BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!**

Crystal butterflies floating in the hall burst into radiant light, illuminating the chamber.

Dilin stared, awestruck, at the silhouette on the throne.

Lustrous platinum hair cascaded like liquid silk down her curves. Her skin glowed like snow kissed by sunlight—pure, luminous jade. Long golden lashes cast delicate shadows over eyes like polished olive gems, catching hints of dawn’s blush. Her cherry lips curved in the faintest, enigmatic smile.

The golden-haired Elf on the throne stood apart from the world—a celestial maiden untouched by dust.

Dilin recalled a line from a fairy tale in this world: *"The forest-dwelling fairy princess—merely glimpsing her beauty makes lost travelers forget all they ever cherished."*

He’d thought it exaggerated nonsense. Until now. He believed it. Such beauty truly existed—a face that could make one forget everything with a single glance.

Her radiance dimmed sun and moon alike. Dilin stood frozen, forgetting why he’d come.

"Groveling before a weapon you cannot wield for safety—is that human instinct?"

The golden-haired Elf’s voice echoed like a mountain spring, clear and cool, seeping into Dilin’s heart.

He snapped back to reality. When had he unslung his Firearm? His palms were slick with sweat............

Like prey sensing a predator, instinctive fear had triggered his body’s defense.

Dilin felt his legs turn to water. He could barely stand...........

*What... what am I facing??*

"Myself? As you see, I am an Elf." The golden-haired maiden rose from the throne. Her olive-green eyes held entire forests brimming with life.

*She... heard my thoughts??*

"Not difficult for me." She wore a translucent white feather-knit gown. A crown of golden antlers and blossoms rested atop her head. Beneath the sheer fabric, the long lines of her bare legs were faintly visible.

Her snow-white feet rested on living leaves, cradled like tender petals.

*...........Moon Elf? Wood Elf? Snow Elf?.............*

"None of those. I am a direct descendant of the Elf Ancestor God."

*Elf... Ancestor God?*

*Right. She’s golden-haired............. Could she be—a Gold Elf??*

Dilin remembered an entry from an Elf compendium: Gold Elves and Moon Elves were the Ancestor God’s blood descendants. Other Elves were merely His creations.

Thus, Gold and Moon Elves were "High Elves." Gold Elves shared the closest bloodline to the Ancestor God, lived longest, and were the rarest.

Moon Elves ruled the Elven Forest—ordinary humans might never see one, but chance encounters existed. Gold Elves? They hadn’t walked the mortal world for centuries.

"Correct." Before her words faded, the golden-haired Elf stood before Dilin, staff in hand. Her breathtaking face was inches away. Her generous curves were equally close.

Beneath those clear, penetrating olive eyes, Dilin felt utterly exposed—every secret laid bare.

Shock warred with confusion. *Why would a being like this seek out an ordinary human? Just... an ordinary human..............*

"Yet your soul is far from ordinary."

*My... soul?*

*Wait...........*

Dilin recalled his Coleman Academy entrance exam. The soul assessment. Placing his palm on a crystal orb.

He’d expected rejection. Instead, the examiner announced his acceptance.

*So that’s it...........*

*This pointy-eared one must have sensed my soul then! That’s why they admitted me.*

"Seems I needn’t explain further." The Gold Elf’s lips curved. A single smile bloomed into a hundred charms. "You’ve pieced it all together yourself."

*What do you want with my soul??*

Unable to speak, he shouted the question in his mind. Hiding thoughts was pointless anyway.

"Human, your soul is unique. The complexities would confuse you. Simply put: your soul closely resembles that of a departed loved one of mine."

The Elven Empress caressed Dilin’s cheek, her touch gentle yet holding him immobile.

*So?.........*

"Everything requires a price. Especially crossing the veil of death."

*............You want to sacrifice my soul to resurrect your loved one??*

"No, human. Souls are not so easily explained........... There is a strong possibility—you *are* her."

*???*

"If so, it isn’t sacrifice. It is... reincarnation."

*.............I guarantee your assumption is wrong.*

Dilin knew—he was a Blue Star transmigrator. He had no past life. None at all.