The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Me Into Her Sister

4 – You Shall Be Reborn

I can guarantee—I am absolutely not the reincarnation of your dear relative.

“I’m certain you are. I’m completely sure.”

Bilodis’s enchanting fairy-like eyes gazed at Dylin with deep affection.

“I’ve never seen two souls so alike in this world. That’s why there’s a very high possibility… that you are my sister reincarnated.”

Confident or not—may I ask how I should address you, Miss Elf?

“Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself.

I am Bilodis Galnorin, the elf Empress, ruler of Galnorin City, the origin of the elves, and descendant of the elf Progenitor God Galnorin.”

Miss Galnorin, is it alright if I refer to you by your surname? So, if you're so certain—what if you're wrong? What if I’m not the reincarnation of your dear one?

“Then your soul will be scattered.”

Bilodis gave a short and precise answer to Dylin’s question.

So I’m just a stepping stone for you to revive your family??

Dylin could no longer remain calm.

“Don’t worry, this will be an ascension. You won’t suffer.”

Judging by her expression, Bilodis had already decided that he was her so-called sister reborn.

So that’s what the Moon Elf meant when she called her that earlier…

But he really wasn’t! He was from Blue Star in his past life—there’s no way he’s related to her sister in any way!!

“Besides, the reason you came here isn’t for yourself, but for the monastery headmaster who is gravely ill and urgently in need of treatment, right?”

“...”

Dylin fell silent.

“That monastery is about to shut down due to financial issues. When that happens, not only will the headmaster be unable to receive treatment, the human children the monastery shelters… they’ll all be homeless, won’t they?”

“May they survive the winter.”

Bilodis blinked her long golden lashes and closed her eyes.

“Now, your answer, sister.”

…I am not your sister! I’m a man!

“The soul has no gender.”

…Then tell me, will you keep your word?

“I am the elf Empress.”

Bilodis slowly opened her eyes.

“To save a life—or many lives—is but a thought away for me.”

And the reverse is also true, isn’t it?

Whether you choose to let people die is also a mere thought.

And I… am nothing but an ant beneath your feet.

Human lives, in your eyes—and in the eyes of your kin—are just numbers.

Bilodis did not respond to this accusation. She didn’t refute it.

“Do you remember how many years I’ve lived?”

How could I possibly know? You don’t even know how long you’ve lived yourself??

“It’s been too long. I’ve forgotten.

No one celebrates my birthday anymore. Eventually, I stopped remembering…

Except for you, of course.”

“...”

“You’re right. Human lives, in my eyes, really are just cold numbers.

Even my own life is just a number now.”

“I won’t deny my indifference, because it’s the truth.

I don’t even remember if I used to be like this.”

“I don’t want to dwell on it.

Living this long… I’m tired.”

Bilodis’s words were saturated with exhaustion.

“Besides the mission given to me by the Progenitor God, the only thing I’ve truly wanted—the only thing that’s kept me alive until now—is to bring my family back to life.”

“Even if the chance is less than one percent… I would give up everything to make it happen.

So you’re right—compared to restoring your memories and reviving my sister, human lives really are just numbers to me.”

“If I can bring her back, I don’t care if I’m eternally condemned, if rivers of blood flow. I’ve already accepted that.”

“So… sister, what is your decision?”

Bilodis looked at Dylin with affection—nothing like someone meeting a stranger for the first time.

If I said I’m not your sister, that I wasn’t even born on this plane—would you believe me?

Bilodis simply smiled, saying nothing.

The answer was obvious—she didn’t believe him.

So do I even have the right to say no??

…This is why I hate arrogant people like you.

Compared to her beloved relative, human lives were nothing but numbers. Bilodis had made that perfectly clear. What meaning did Dylin’s own thoughts or willpower hold now?

In other words, she offered the illusion of a choice—but never truly allowed one.

The voice of the weak never reaches the ears of the strong.

She had already decided he was her sister reborn. From her, Dylin sensed an obsessive madness.

Elves could live thousands of years. That sounded beautiful… but the reality was terrifying.

You never knew what had become of their minds after those endless years. Could one even understand them with human logic anymore?

Maybe they only seemed sane on the surface—but inside, they had long since descended into madness.

Maybe she really had lived too long, just like she said.

Not long after, Dylin—who had no right to refuse—was stripped of his shirt and seated in the center of the grand hall’s pool. A massive star-shaped magic circle surrounded him.

“Don’t worry. Don’t be nervous…”

A light splash echoed from behind him.

Bilodis stepped lightly into the water and wrapped her soft arms around Dylin’s waist from behind.

A golden mark ignited on the back of her hand—a sun intertwined with a harp—shimmering with strange beauty.

“Child… soon, you’ll be reborn…”

A fragrant lock of her golden hair draped over his shoulder. Behind him was the softness and gentleness unique to elf maidens.

That soft, marshmallow-like sensation pressed against his back—Dylin’s spine stiffened in an instant.

How could a pure little virgin boy like him handle this?!

Just thinking about that stunningly beautiful elf girl sitting naked behind him, in the same pool, holding him gently…

He actually had the ridiculous thought: Even if my soul is scattered, this life was worth it.

After her tender embrace soothed his nerves, a raging torrent surged forth.

Caught off guard, Dylin’s upper body was soon covered in deep wounds. Blood poured from his torn vessels into the pool.

At the same time, one of the eight lights of the star-circle ignited.

The soul-sacrifice ritual had begun.

First, all the subject’s blood must be drained.

Then, the caster would rebuild the body with their own blood, as a blood relative.

Staring into the water at his blood-soaked reflection, Dylin felt as though he were being cut into a thousand pieces—fully conscious the entire time.

“Mmmff—!!”

“Relax. It’ll be over soon. Soon… you’ll be reborn…”

The golden-haired girl’s soothing voice calmed him.

Bilodis’s voice seemed laced with magic—making one unconsciously let go, surrender body and soul to her.

It was a strange feeling.

He knew full well that she wanted his blood drained completely—yet he still fell for it, letting her pacify him.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Though Dylin’s blood flowed into the water, the clear surface remained unstained—as if the blood were being purified.

Human blood could not taint the elf Holy Spring.

Soon, Dylin’s body shriveled.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Bilodis knew this was far from over.

She wrapped her arm around his chest and handed him a golden butterfly-shaped hairpin.

“Hold this tight.”

Nearly unconscious, Dylin accepted the hairpin on reflex and clutched it.

As Dylin continued to struggle, Bilodis used her feet—snowy white and flawless—to lock his waist in place from behind.

The sacrificial ritual couldn’t be interrupted.

If Dylin moved too much, it could fail.

She had to restrain him.

“Are you afraid? Is it painful?”

Bilodis rested her head on his shoulder and whispered.

Her fragrant scent weakened Dylin’s resistance.

Soon, he stopped moving.

His blood had been completely drained.

Bilodis glanced at the star array.

Six of the eight lights were now lit. Just two more.

Now was the time.

Bilodis stood up. With a wave of her staff, she slit the blue vein on her pale wrist.

Her blood spilled into the elf Holy Spring.

The sacred waters turned crimson and surged toward the center—where Dylin now sat, unmoving, like a collapsed husk of skin.

Please…

Bilodis gazed into the heart of the spring with sorrow.

This was her last chance… It had to succeed.

Finally, the seventh light came on. The eighth flickered erratically.

Come on—light up…

The final lamp wavered like a torch caught in a storm—flickering, faltering.

Bilodis, who had lived a thousand years, had long forgotten what emotional turmoil felt like. But today, she felt like she was riding a rollercoaster.

Because—she had hope.

In the center of the spring, the silhouette of a girl began to form.

One with the same platinum hair, the same breathtaking beauty, eyes gently closed.

She was right. This human boy was her sister reincarnated!

After all these years… she had finally found her.

“Sister…”

Bilodis bit her lip and continued releasing her blood.

She didn’t know how much blood it would take. But now—she couldn’t stop.

The moment she saw that face, the one that haunted her dreams, her heart went wild.

Countless years of obsession exploded all at once.

Even if she lost her demi-godhood—her life—she would drag her sister back from Death’s scythe.

Finally, in her blurred vision—

The final lamp lit up.

But before Bilodis could celebrate—a howling gust snuffed out all eight flames.

“?! Wh… What…”

Bilodis’s face went pale.

She collapsed into the bloodstained spring.

How could this happen…?

Was she… really not the one?

No… she clearly…

The mixture of blood and holy water soaked her ivory body.

She didn’t even notice.

She reached out—but could not grasp the fading image of the girl.

All for nothing.

***

“Pardon the intrusion, elf Empress?”

After receiving no response, the Moon Elf girl finally pushed open the temple door.

In the dim temple, seeing the shattered ritual circle, she said nothing.

She silently began to clean up the mess.

No words were needed.

She understood—It had failed.

She made no move to approach Bilodis.

She knew—this time, the Empress would shut herself away for a long, long time.