The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Me Into Her Sister

1 – Strange Flyer

An unfortunate start...

After returning to the dorm, Dylin flopped onto the bed like a rubber doll, entering full corpse mode.

His teammates had left the team, and in just one month, Coleman Academy’s Freshman Crown Tournament would be held. Whether or not he placed didn’t matter to Dylin—being expelled was the real concern.

That half-breed, pointy-eared bastard did say one thing right. As a combat-weak Divine Child without any teammates, stepping onto the battlefield would mean nothing but a beating. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t the first to get kicked off stage.

He had to rebuild the team—recruit a few more Divine Princesses.

But where was he supposed to find them? With what capital? He couldn’t even use [Soul Communication], the most basic Divine Child skill. What Divine Princess would even look at him?

Wealthier Divine Children could simply throw money around and hire a few temps for their team.

If talent wasn’t enough, cash would make up for it. But Dylin was both broke and untalented.

Once the other two Divine Princesses in his team left, the whole thing collapsed instantly.

One month? With his current situation, even a year wouldn’t help. As long as the academy’s Divine Children weren’t all dead, there was no way it’d ever be his turn.

Unless something unexpected happened this month... something bad.

But what could he do? He couldn’t afford to get expelled.

Coleman Academy was the academic capital of the continent. It gathered highly respected instructors, cutting-edge academic knowledge, and the most outstanding Divine Princesses.

Countless Divine Children and mages who aspired to rise above their station fought to get in.

Just managing to squeeze in with a blank-template Divine Child status had already exhausted all of Dylin’s life luck.

Even now, Dylin still didn’t understand how he’d been admitted in the first place. Divine Children were rare, sure, but one as “crippled” as him? Even a normal academy wouldn’t want him.

Put simply—not even a dog would take him.

After lying there for a while, he sat up.

He couldn’t be expelled—not just because he’d be left out in the cold.

Dylin was a simple man with no grand ambitions. He only entered Coleman Academy as a Divine Child for one reason:

To make money. Lots of money.

And right now, he desperately needed a sum—a number he had no hope of gathering.

He’d thought that becoming a Divine Child and enrolling in the academy would bring him a windfall. Instead, not only did he get nothing, he lost a year’s worth of tuition fees.

This black-hearted academy run by pointy-eared bastards had a strict policy: no refunds upon expulsion.

“Shff!” Just as he was racking his brains in vain, a soft piece of paper fluttered onto his face, blocking his vision.

“Who the hell? Throwing trash into someone else’s room now?” Dylin yanked the flyer off his face.

The part-timers around the academy really had no professional ethics. It was bad enough slipping flyers under dorm doors, but throwing them in through the windows? That was too much.

As he tore it off, his eyes inevitably glanced at the content. Just the first line was enough—he didn’t need to read further to know what kind of garbage it was.

Some scam to lure people into part-time jobs. Inspirational nonsense, no doubt.

Dylin didn’t get it. Couldn’t these people hand out flyers anywhere else? Why specifically the academy? Did they expect Divine Princesses, Divine Children, or mages to take part-time jobs?

Divine Children had their entourages. Divine Princesses were sons and daughters of noble families. Would they lack money?

Mages were even less likely—they relied on cash to become professionals standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Divine Children and Divine Princesses. They didn’t need the money either.

For context: “Divine Princess” and “Divine Child” were professional titles, not gendered terms.

Female Divine Children and male Divine Princesses were both common.

“Official Academy Part-Time Opportunity – Earn 1,000,000 Gold Just for Showing Up…”

Tch. These days people don't even bother writing believable lies. Add a ‘4-’ in front of that number and the flyer’s credibility might go up—slightly.

And just slightly. Not much.

He was about to crumple the flyer and toss it out the window when he suddenly froze, hurriedly pulling it back.

He caught sight of a seal in the bottom right corner—hidden in clouds, a silver crescent moon suspended in the air.

It was Coleman Academy’s official seal. Judging by the hue, it definitely wasn’t a fake. Dylin had seen the same seal on his admission letter. This type of seal, imbued with Divine Authority, was impossible to counterfeit.

But… how could this be?

A part-time job organized by the academy? If it were truly official, why would it be advertised via flyers? Wouldn’t they just post it at the Mission Hall and offer a generous bounty? Who among the Divine Children and Divine Princesses wouldn’t take notice?

Worth noting: the flyer was written in Elvish, with a human-language translation underneath—just enough for humans to understand.

After triple-checking that the seal wasn’t fake, Dylin carefully folded the flyer and looked hesitant.

If this really wasn’t a forgery, then the flyer held some credibility.

But… what kind of part-time job would be worth that much gold?

The number on the flyer felt like something the printer had typed on a whim, not even bothering to make it realistic. Just slap on some zeroes until it becomes irresistible.

Normally, Dylin wouldn’t have paid this suspicious flyer any mind. But these weren’t normal times.

Right now, he was desperate.

So… maybe he should check it out?

Dylin couldn’t resist. As suspicious as the flyer was, a drowning man would grab any rope.

It bore the official seal—maybe it was genuine.

As for whether the academy had any ill intentions toward him, Dylin dismissed the thought. Coleman Academy was massive. Not only did it dominate the academic world and monopolize the top Divine Princesses across noble families, it was rumored to have the current Elf King behind it. Why would they target a small fry like him? It would be a waste of resources.

Elves were too proud to stoop that low. And if they really wanted him gone, wouldn’t he have disappeared long ago?

So… he should go?

The flyer listed the location: Coleman Forest, on the outskirts of Coleman City.

Why there?

Dylin didn’t get it. Coleman Forest bordered the continent and Ruglian. It was home to a wide variety of magical beasts—an extremely dangerous place. Why pick there of all places?

And the time—tonight?

He didn’t hesitate long. Dylin was the kind of person who never second-guessed once he made up his mind.

Even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance the flyer was real, he was going.