This was a wooden room, its architecture utterly unlike human designs.

Inside this small dwelling—

A mother closed her eyes as if enduring something, beads of sweat covering her forehead.

—Like she was exerting herself fiercely.

Nearby women gripped her hands tightly, trying to ease her pain.

A closer look revealed their slight differences from ordinary humans.

They had the long ears typical of a certain race in common games—

Yes, Elves.

“Aaaaaah—”

An agonized scream pierced the air from the sickbed, sharp and raw.

—As if even listeners could feel her pain.

Yet no one but her knew this torment.

Especially those who’d never given birth.

Yes, she was delivering her child.

—The fruit of her love with him, yet he wasn’t here.

He was far away on a distant battlefield.

Fighting for his race’s survival.

—A man’s duty.

This lady was the Elven Queen, birthing his child.

Sweat drenched her; every Elven pain-relief potion had failed.

After all, childbirth pain ranks level twelve in medicine—finger-breaking is only level ten.

Her agony was unimaginable.

Attendants held her down on the bed. Elven healers rushed about, anxious. The prolonged labor hinted at complications.

The man stood on a hill outside his territory, eyes closed.

He missed his wife. He knew she was in labor, worry gnawing at him.

A devoted husband should be by her side.

But he wasn’t.

Because—he was about to clash with those creatures.

His army’s chances were slim. Since they gained *that one*, their power had surged. Even the Fairy Forest guarding Elven lands couldn’t stop them.

Truthfully, Elves excelled at forest guerrilla warfare.

But their foes—

Vampires. Beings with insane regeneration and monster control.

His few ten thousand Elves might not hold back a hundred Vampires.

Frustration boiled over. He slammed a fist into a nearby tree.

No way existed to kill them yet.

He was the Elven King, bearing his people’s lives—

A crushing weight on his shoulders.

Losing this battle meant Elvenfolk’s end.

Many Elves had fled, but most stayed, trusting him.

If he failed, Vampires would enslave them.

Unluckily—

His wife chose this perilous time to give birth.

So, to protect her while she labored—

He’d defend this ground at any cost.

Now, on a plain near the hill, encircled by the Fairy Forest—

A girl in a Gothic lolita dress stepped down from her throne.

A worn, yet oddly clean rabbit rested in her arms.

Crooked letters on it read: 【Youji】.

Calling her a girl was generous. At roughly 155cm, the black-and-white dress suited her petite frame. Purple-black striped thigh-highs hugged her legs. A small braid tied back her golden hair, cascading over her shoulders.

“What’s the battle status?”

She’d come personally to assess the situation.

“M-Milady… why are you here?”

“You took too long. I’ll handle it now.”

Her commanding tone silenced the commander.

He should’ve led this war.

But her presence stole his voice.

Angering her meant dire consequences.

“Beyond the front-line troops, no resistance remains inside the territory. Many captives were taken.”

“Well done. Withdraw your forces. I’ll take over…”

“Leave it to you? No—no, Milady! Your might is unmatched. We yield to you…”

He hadn’t wanted to trouble her for this. But her vertical pupils locked onto him.

An oppressive aura crushed his shoulders.

One glare carried immense pressure.

“Recall all troops immediately—”

“Y-Yes! Obeying Milady! Pull everyone back now!”

The man on the hill watched Vampire forces retreat.

He felt uneasy—

They were about to seize the land, yet they withdrew?

A blessing, naturally.

But his hope was naive.

She’d set her sights on this territory. She wouldn’t stop.

She bit her finger with sharp teeth, pointing the blood-dripping digit toward the distance.

The commander swallowed hard, tension gripping him.

Vampires commanded Monsters through blood.

Her Monsters were terrifyingly strong.

Using her blood as a medium, a crimson Magic Circle flared.

She summoned a Monster’s power—a golden beast coiled into a massive cylinder. Crimson lightning crackled like an electric net around her finger.

Then, that energy compressed into a laser.

It shot toward the Elven troops at blinding speed.

The laser burned with extreme heat.

Anyone it touched turned to ash instantly.

Screams echoed through the Elven ranks.

“Aaaaaaah—”

Only then did the man sense danger.

But dodging light-speed was impossible.

In his panicked eyes, the blood-red laser reflected.

Was he to die? Without seeing his unborn child?

As the laser touched him—

At that exact moment, the life in her womb was born.

The Elven Queen had given her all. With only a fifty percent survival chance, luck abandoned her. Her life faded.

Yet the child was healthy—the last royal blood of Elvenfolk.

Slowly, the infant opened her eyes.

—Huh? Where am I?

Curious, she scanned her surroundings.

Newborns are naturally inquisitive.

But she wasn’t a blank-slate infant.

An adult man’s memories filled her—Nikaido Yuki’s memories.

No, *her* memories now.

The baby was female, unmistakably.

She didn’t wail like a newborn. But the attendants sobbed loudly.

They’d just learned of the Queen’s husband’s death on the battlefield.

—Huh? Why cry? I’m not crying.

She tried to speak, but only infant whimpers came out.

The nurses had long ears—just like her game character designs.

This place wasn’t a hospital—

The air smelled of wood, unlike any ordinary home.

So… this isn’t my world?

The infant kicked her legs.

A warrior lifted her up, wrapping her in a blanket.

“No time for grief! Vampires will take this place soon. We must flee!”

The nurse’s gaze hardened as she addressed the others. The infant fell silent.

Something stranger caught her eye—a data-like display in the corner of her vision.

Age: Ten minutes.

Such a short age—this must be her status screen.

—A status bar? Like an RPG?

So this is an RPG world?

Had she really transmigrated into a game?

She’d joked about it once, but now—just like those novels.

Name: Milna Barlit

Gender: Female

Wait—

Gender: Female?

??????

Other stats aside—why was her gender female!?

She’d been unmistakably male! Why did transmigration flip her sex!?

Clarity struck. Unable to see her body, she fixated on the data.

Then, she burst into loud sobs—panic over the unfamiliar world, and her unfamiliar gender.