What? I Actually Reincarnated As Stepping Stone In Another World?



As the woman identified herself, the door constructed from twigs and branches began to swing open gradually.

"Whooosh!"

With a gentle rustling, the door disclosed an entrancing vista that appeared straight from the pages of a fairy tale.

Given permission to gaze upon her forebears, the elven queen rose from her seat, advancing with measured steps toward the ajar entrance.

In a matter of moments, the true spectacle unfolded before her—a panorama of unparalleled beauty.

The verdant garden was bedecked with an assortment of blossoms, each variety contributing to a tapestry of colors.

At the far end of the flower-strewn expanse stood a small fountain, its presence imbuing the scene with an additional layer of enchantment.

Additionally, numerous birds and butterflies flitted about, evoking an evident sense of ease amid the blossoming garden.

The elven queen's gaze traversed the surroundings, her wonderment apparent as her attention remained captivated.

"This place never ceases to captivate me, compelling me to linger longer than I intend," she murmured in awe, punctuating her sentiment with a soft sigh.

Pressing forward with a serene gait, she directed her steps toward the heart of the garden.

Here stood a diminutive cottage, constructed from branches and leaves interwoven into a rustic dwelling.

"I am curious as to why our ancestors chose to reside here instead of within the grand palace. Given their elevated stature and considerable power, they could have held the elven continent—or even this world itself—in the palm of their hands," the elven queen reflected, her thoughts spinning.

Before ascending the throne as the elven queen, her forebears, guided by this very ancestor, had ushered in many generations of elven queens.

Across countless epochs and eras, this very ancestor endured, causing even the thousand-year-old elven queen to appear as naught but a child before her legacy.

The predecessor elven queens, too, could be perceived as little more than offspring in comparison to this eminent forebear.

Perhaps her perspectives diverged, with the elven queen's mentality marked by a determination to assert dominion over the elven continent.

Advancing with a measured stride, she finally arrived at the hut's threshold, halting for a fleeting moment.

"Whether the ancestor accedes to my plea remains uncertain. Nevertheless, his prophecies, conceived long before my existence, have already unfolded, imbuing me with the hope of obtaining insight into this unfolding event," she contemplated, inhaling deeply before lowering herself onto a single knee.

"Ancestor, I extend my respectful greetings! I humbly seek permission to make your acquaintance," she proclaimed, her voice resounding with both volume and reverence.

Yet, following several minutes of anticipation, no response materialized from within, leaving her perplexed.

"Curious, could something be amiss?" She pondered, her brow furrowing with uncertainty.

With determination, she attempted once more.

"Greetings, revered ancestor! I beseech your gracious permission to address a matter of great importance," the elven queen intoned anew.

This time, to her relief, a subtle stir emerged from within the hut, as though someone were preparing to emerge.

"Thank goodness..." A sigh of relief escaped her lips, followed by the soft resonance of footsteps resonating from within the confines of the dwelling.

"Whoosh!" The wooden door of the hut pivoted slowly, revealing a woman with ethereal white hair who gracefully emerged.

When she set eyes upon this woman, the elven queen couldn't suppress the awe that overcame her.

The woman before her possessed an exquisite and exceptional beauty, a visage that, in her estimation, could command the destruction of worlds.

It was a perfection that seemed meticulously sculpted by the hands of deities, as if they had invested unfathomable care and dedication into its creation.

Her luminous emerald eyes exuded vitality and life, an effulgent reflection of her inner spirit.

Her delicate nose and lips boasted flawless symmetry, while her elongated, pointed elven ears remained flawlessly sculpted.

The woman's presence commanded an aura of regality, her countenance unparalleled in its allure—a singular beauty that transcended the elven continent and the entire world.

Furthermore, the woman's mature and voluptuous figure only heightened the allure of the white-haired beauty—an allure that denoted her as none other than the elven queen's ancestor, the progenitor of the elven lineage.

Across the ages and epochs, the passage of time had scarcely marred her appearance.

This resilience bore testament to her unparalleled strength and greatness.

Instantly, the elven queen lowered her head once more, offering a deep bow of reverence.

"Respected ancestor, I extend my reverential greetings," she articulated with sincere respect.

In response, her ancestor bestowed upon her a gentle gaze, punctuating the silent exchange with a nod of affirmation.

"How many years have drifted by? I never could have foreseen that the little girl I once cared for and nurtured would blossom into such a stunning and captivating woman," the white-haired matriarch crooned, her smile soft and beguiling.

Upon absorbing this complimentary observation, a smile bloomed upon the elven queen's lips.

With grace, she lifted herself from her earlier position of obeisance.

"I am deeply grateful for your kind words and wisdom, dear ancestor," the elven queen conveyed with another respectful salute, her gaze lifting.

In response, the white-haired woman responded with a nod and a gentle smile, gesturing with a wave of her hand.

In the wake of this motion, a table and a pair of elegant white chairs manifested.

"Let us be seated first; I believe there is a matter you wish to discuss, is there not?" The white-haired woman remarked, her smile warm as she claimed her place upon one of the white chairs.

Observing her ancestor's hospitable response, the elven queen experienced a surge of relief, offering a nod of affirmation.

"Of course." With a composed demeanor, she advanced and took the seat that stood opposite her white-haired forebear.

With a delicate gesture, the white-haired woman conjured a tea pot and a pair of cups onto the table, proceeding to pour tea into each vessel.

"Is there a matter that has spurred your visit?" The white-haired woman inquired casually as she poured, her attention trained upon the elven queen.

Confronted with her ancestor's direct inquiry, the elven queen saw no reason to hold back, embarking upon an immediate explanation.

"I humbly beseech your pardon for the intrusion, ancestor. Yet the urgency of my visit is not to be underestimated. It pertains to the prophecy you once made—a prophecy that is manifesting now. The Demon Continent has experienced a resurgence of vitality, marked by the sudden appearance of the Demon Emperor. His advent has sent tremors through the demon realm and the world at large." As the words flowed, the white-haired woman ceased her tea-pouring, locking her gaze upon the elven queen with a profound intensity.

"Are the tidings you bring truly of such magnitude?" The white-haired woman inquired with the utmost gravity.

In response, the elven queen nodded, delving into the matter with meticulous detail and recounting the occurrences and information relayed by her subordinates stationed along the continent's borders.

Upon laying bare the entire narrative, she paused, focusing her attention on her ancestor's reaction, awaiting a response that could offer a solution.

What transpired next, however, was beyond her anticipation.

The white-haired woman's countenance softened, gradually yielding a smile that burgeoned into laughter.

"Hahahaha... At long last..." A peculiar chuckle escaped her, her eyes glistening with the onset of teardrops.

Observing her ancestor's peculiar reaction, the elven queen's anxiety heightened, compelling her to voice her concerns.

"Ancestor, could this herald impending turmoil for the elven continent and the wider world?" Her tone carried the weight of her disquiet.

Reacting to the elven queen's evident anxiety, the white-haired woman gradually composed herself, favoring her descendant with a reassuring smile.

"Do not be troubled," she placated with a few well-chosen words, and the elven queen, seeing the tranquility restored to her ancestor's countenance, breathed a sigh of relief.

Resuming her inquiries, she posed, "Then, how should the elven continent respond to this situation?"

"Should we heighten security along the continent's borders?"

Yet, in response to this suggestion, the white-haired woman shook her head.

"There is no need to undertake such measures. Instead, I have a favor to ask of you," the white-haired woman responded with a gentle smile, proceeding to take a delicate sip of her tea.

"What would you have me do? Please impart your request!" Excitement brimming within her, the elven queen was eager to extend her aid to her ancestor, driven not by personal gain but by the desire to draw closer to her forebear and secure her counsel for the complexities that lay ahead.

For her, this opportunity held immense significance.

Moments later, the white-haired woman closed her eyes briefly, shifting her focus to her right.

"Found it!" she whispered, her eyes alight with enthusiasm as they resettled upon the elven queen.

"I beseech your assistance in locating a teenage boy with violet eyes, situated to the south of the human continent. Your task is to promptly locate him and provide unwavering protection. Should you fulfill this charge, I pledge my support for any future instance wherein you require my assistance!" The urgency in her tone caught the elven queen off guard.

"Furthermore, once you find him, I beseech you to bring him before me!" The white-haired woman continued, further adding to the elven queen's bewilderment.

Though shrouded in puzzlement, the elven queen acknowledged that this was her ancestor's directive.

Accordingly, she committed herself to fulfilling it without hesitation.

"As you command, revered ancestor!" With a profound bow, the elven queen pledged her compliance.

Unbeknownst to her, two teardrops formed at the corners of her ancestor's eyes.

"At long last, after countless epochs spanning hundreds of thousands of years, you have at last returned, in accordance with your vow!" The white-haired woman's palms pressed together, her voice imbued with fervor.

"I have awaited your return, steadfast in this very place. Together, we shall avenge the defeat we suffered countless eons ago!" Tears streamed down her face, a fusion of joy and relief etched onto her visage.