The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Me Into Her Sister

Sunlight filtered through the gilded wooden window carved with delicate patterns, streaming into a luxurious room filled with the scent of tea, casting a dazzling brilliance over the tabletop.

Goldenwood and gildwood—these two kinds of timber, high in density and magical elements, rendered the structure immune to pests and mold. Like the inhabitants of their place of origin—the land of the elves—they could extend their lifespan to a thousand or even ten thousand years. Hence, these two types of wood were also known as “goldenwood.”

Only the long-lived, noble, and elegant elf race could carve such exquisite patterns into goldenwood.

A black-haired human boy stood before a goldenwood desk that was likely worth far more than his life. His gaze was lowered, expression solemn, and his clenched fist revealed he was far from at ease.

“Could you please say that again?” The human boy's voice was slightly hoarse, his low tone laced with a trace of struggle.

“Didn’t understand? Then I’ll repeat it. Dylin, you have been expelled from Coleman Academy.”

The man seated at the desk wore a neutral expression, arms crossed and utterly bored as he delivered what was essentially a death sentence to Dylin.

“Why?” After a long pause, Dylin looked up. His gray eyes were not lost or confused—clearly, he already knew the reason for his expulsion.

He just wanted to die knowing why.

“Why? I made it very clear, Dylin. As a Divine Child, your talent is both unqualified and substandard.”

“And then?”

“Your teammates abandoned you—that’s the best proof.”

“I’m not asking about that, Mr. Frand.” The boy named Dylin shook his head.

“May I ask which rule of Coleman Academy I violated? Or does Coleman Academy have any rule that explicitly states a student can be dismissed just because of some unfounded claim that their talent is ‘inadequate’?”

“No, there isn’t. But it was bound to happen sooner or later.” The man seated on the goldenwood chair ignored Dylin’s resentful gaze and replied indifferently.

“Sooner or later, huh…?”

“Dylin, the Coleman Academy Freshman Crown Tournament is in one month. The bottom ten teams will be advised to withdraw. You know that, right?” Frand seemed to be growing impatient with Dylin’s questioning.

To him, there was no need to waste words on such a talentless, lowborn human.

Expelling you is just that. Why so many questions? If you had any sense, you'd pack up and leave. Stop embarrassing yourself here.

“But that’s a month away. Are you so sure I’ll end up in the bottom ten?”

“I’m sure, Dylin. I’m also sure that in this month, you’ll find no teammates. When the time comes, you’ll have to enter the Freshman Crown Tournament all by yourself.” Frand smiled faintly.

“A team with only one useless Divine Child without any combat ability—clearly, not only are you destined for the bottom ten, but the ‘honor’ of dead last may very well be reserved for you.”

Dylin silently stared at the man before him—handsome face, dressed in a teal suit with a red tie, polished and pretentious.

The slightly pointed ears revealed his identity—an elf.

Longevity, beauty, nobility, elegance, profound cultural heritage, divine favor—these were the usual prefixes for elves. Of course, ‘arrogance’ was included as well.

Frand twirled his beard.

Pureblooded elves, of course, had no beards. Frand was merely a half-elf.

“Dylin, sometimes being useless isn’t a sin, but overestimating yourself and reaching for the stars will only bring trouble.” Frand’s eyes gleamed with mockery and coldness as he looked at the human boy.

A lowborn human dares lust after the princess of the Moon Elf tribe? Bah. Does he even know who runs Coleman Academy? Take a piss and look at your own reflection, see what kind of trash you are?

Frand held him in utter contempt.

It served him right to be punished by the Moon Elf elder who also happened to be the academy’s headmaster.

“My teammates left the team—wasn’t that your doing behind the scenes?” Dylin raised his eyes, calmly watching Frand.

“Dylin, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want. Do you have proof for what you’re saying?” Frand responded with an elegant smile, as if Dylin was just throwing a childish tantrum.

“Your teammates simply found better options. There was no need to stay in a team with a useless Divine Child who would only drag them down. How does that involve me?” Frand chuckled.

“After all, what Coleman Academy lacks the least is talented Divine Children. Don’t think too highly of yourself, Dylin.”

If you had any sense, you’d get lost already.

“Then you have no authority to expel me.” After a moment of thought, Dylin said expressionlessly.

“Whether I rank in the bottom ten can be determined a month from now. If you want to expel me now, then show me a special expulsion decree signed by the headmaster.”

“…Dylin, don’t be so ungrateful.” Frand narrowed his elf eyes, inherited from his elf mother.

“The ungrateful one is you, Mr. Frand.” Dylin enunciated clearly, each word shocking. “You’re just a dog—who gave you the right to overstep your bounds?”

“So you’re making this expulsion call on your own? Even your master hesitated to bend the rules and expel me outright in the name of fairness. But you? You dare overstep him? Are you more powerful than your master? Would those pointy-eared ones be happy to know this?”

“You—?!” Frand’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected Dylin to curse him so openly. He was stunned for a moment before roaring in anger.

“Dylin! Do you know who you’re speaking to?!”

“Hah, typical lowborn human—no manners, no respect for your elders!”

“A lowborn human is still better than someone who doesn’t even know who their father is.” Dylin grinned.

“!! Who are you referring to?!” Frand’s nose twitched in rage.

“Don’t take it personally, Mr. Frand. Surely you’re not the kind of person who steals insults, right? Or do you think the person I described must be you?” Dylin couldn’t help laughing.

“Since we’re on the topic, let me say one more thing, Mr. Frand. Is it really worth it to work so hard as someone else’s dog? Those pointy-eared ones—maybe they never saw you, a half-elf, as one of their own. In their eyes…”

“Half-elves are on the same level as the ‘lowborn humans’ you speak of.” Dylin mockingly pointed at Frand’s nose.

“Dy. Lin.”

“One sentence, Mr. Frand—if you want to expel me by bypassing school regulations, then bring out the official decree. Otherwise, go cry to your pointy-eared masters and tell them I bullied you. Ask them to uphold justice and get me expelled.”

“I wonder if they’ll stand up for a half-elf like you?” After admiring the “exquisite” expression on Frand’s face, Dylin turned and left the room without looking back.

***

When life turns against you, even drinking water can chip your tooth.

Sitting on a swing bench in the academy’s park, Dylin gazed at the unfamiliar sky with a hint of bitterness.

He didn’t belong to this world. Like many protagonists in transmigration novels, he was a transmigrator from Blue Star.

However, as a transmigrator, he could only be described as a complete failure—a disgrace to the entire transmigrator community.

No cheat systems. No magical fates. None of that.

Others would hear a voice in their head upon arrival—“Ding! System successfully bound!”—and everything would fall into place.

As for him? He arrived empty-handed.

Literally. Not even clothes. A speeding truck accident stripped it all away!

One car crash turned Lin Di from Blue Star into Dylin.

Had a kind old headmaster of a monastery not taken him in when he was freezing and starving to death, this journey might’ve ended before it even began.

After living in the monastery for a few years, Dylin awakened as a Divine Child at adulthood and barely made it into Coleman Academy.

He thought he was finally on the path to a bright future, but life played a joke on him—one not too big, not too small—just enough to ruin him.

It started a month ago, right after his enrollment, with the silver-haired girl he rescued outside the academy…