Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

When Ivan and Damon entered the hall, Rosie was holding Caesar. The black-haired boy was lying on her shoulders, his small hands tightly grasping her collar, his amber eyes warily staring at the two people who had just entered.

"Sister!" Ivan spoke first, his flaxen hair gleaming in the sunlight and a gentle smile on his face.

Damon strode forward, a wild glint in his eyes: "We're back."

Luo Xi looked up, her lips curled up slightly: "Welcome home."

Caesar moved in her arms, buried his little face in the crook of her neck, his body tense and refusing any communication with his two "uncles", his amber eyes full of resistance.

"Something's happened in Atlantis," Damon said straight to the point, his voice low. "Civil war has broken out."

Rosie's fingers stiffened, and Caesar in her arms immediately sensed the change in his mother's mood. He clenched his little hands tighter and pressed his body against her, as if to protect her.

"Where's Orlando?" she asked, her voice deliberately calm, only the slight trembling of her fingertips betraying her worry.

Ivan shook his head, his gentle expression replaced by worry. "The situation is complicated. The Kun Clan and the Royal Clan are engaged in a head-on confrontation, while all other factions are sitting on the sidelines, watching from the sidelines."

"Tim led the rebellion," Damon added, a cold glint in his eyes. "The bastard who nearly killed Mary."

Rosie was silent for a moment, gently patting Caesar's back. Under her gentle soothing, the little guy gradually relaxed, his breathing became even, and his little head rested heavily on her shoulder.

"How's Mary?" she asked, worry in her eyes as she thought of the always carefree girl.

Ivan sighed and said in a softer voice, "Not very good. She decided to leave the Free Federation for a while, saying she wanted to relax."

"Where's Evan?"

"He followed her." Damon shrugged, a hint of sarcasm on his lips. "That guy was completely devoted to Mary, even though he knew she had a hundred male partners."

Rosie nodded gently, without judging Evan's choice. In this world, love takes many forms, and everyone has the right to choose their own lifestyle.

"Mary is complicated," Ivan said softly, a glint of understanding in his eyes. "Tim was once one of her partners, nearly had her killed, and now he's leading a rebellion. She needs time to sort out her emotions."

Ling Yuan walked out of the study, his red eyes glancing at the situation. "Evan's taken a long vacation," he said thoughtfully, his voice calm and elegant. "Now I know why."

Rosie handed the sleeping Caesar to Kyle. The black-haired little guy frowned during the transfer and waved his hands unconsciously a few times, as if protesting being taken away from his mother's warm arms.

Kyle stretched out his arms, his movements surprisingly gentle, cradling this miniature version of himself to his chest. His amber eyes gleamed with a rare tenderness, and his fingers carefully brushed back the strands of hair from Caesar's forehead. The marshal's battlefield decisiveness vanished, replaced by a father's gentleness.

"He looks just like you when he's asleep," Rosie couldn't help but say.

Kyle raised an eyebrow: "Obviously looks like you."

Their eyes met, and they both fell silent at the same time. A tacit warmth filled the air.

Ling Yuan stood by, Ling Xing in his arms also sleeping peacefully, her little face pressed against her father's chest, her hands tightly clutching his shirt. He looked at his daughter in his arms, his red eyes deep, "I will have the intelligence network closely monitor Atlantis's movements."

Luo Xi gave him a grateful look, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. Without needing many words, Ling Yuan always sensed her concerns and offered support in his own way. She turned to the window, the sunlight filtering through the glass, illuminating her slender figure. Outside, in the gardens of Peach Blossom Star, a few birds flitted from branch to branch. The world seemed so peaceful.

"I always feel like this is just the beginning," she whispered, more like a soliloquy. Deep down, the unease surged like a tide. Orlando's warning, the civil unrest in Atlantis, the power of the Heart of Poseidon—all of these things intertwined, foreshadowing a greater storm to come.

Ivan walked over to her, his flaxen hair swaying gently as he moved. He gently held her hand, the warmth of his palm conveying comfort: "No matter what happens, we will be with you."

His voice was gentle yet firm, his eyes filled with seriousness. Though eighteen years old, his eyes revealed a maturity beyond his years. Rosie felt the warmth from his fingertips, and the weight in her heart seemed to lighten a little.

Damon also came over and stood on her other side. His face was the same as Ivan's, but with a completely different and wild temperament. His presence was closer, and his unique aura of wood and lightning surrounded Rosie.

"That's right, sister. You are not alone." Damon's voice was deeper than Ivan's, with unquestionable firmness.

Rosie was about to respond when Damon suddenly leaned close to her ear, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe, causing a slight shiver.

"Sister, wait for me at night..." He whispered ambiguously, his voice full of dangerous temptation.

Ivan's eyes flickered, and his brows furrowed slightly. A hint of displeasure was hidden beneath his gentle expression. He slightly tightened his grip on Rosie's hand, as if silently asserting his sovereignty.

"Damon," Ivan's voice remained gentle, but held a warning that couldn't be ignored. "Sister just recently returned from Atlantis and needs to rest. Do you think everyone has as much energy as you do?"

"Oh?" Damon gave a lazy smile, a provocative glint in his eyes. "I just wanted to bring my sister a present. What are you thinking, Ivan?"

Kyle coughed lightly, and his amber eyes swept over the two young men: "You two, let's get back to business."

The twins fell silent at the same time, but the smile on Damon's lips and the wariness in Ivan's eyes remained unchanged. Rosie covered her mouth with her hands and laughed secretly. The undercurrent between the twins never stopped.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight from the Peach Blossom Star streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Rosie leaned against the headboard, her fingertips gently caressing the edge of the paper. The ancient paper book exuded a faint scent of ink in her palm, more warm than any holographic projection.

She turned the page, but her eyelids grew heavier. The words on the page began to blur, and finally, after blinking, she fell into a dream.

In her dream, she stepped into a forest that seemed unreal. Silvery moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers, intoxicating with every breath. Rosie walked barefoot on the soft grass, her fingertips tracing the rough surface of the tree trunks.

After turning around a thousand-year-old tree, she stopped suddenly.

A stag stood still in a moonlit clearing. Its body was silvery white, its antlers extending upward like branches, each fork gleaming with starlight. Its eyes were a pale brown, as if they held the entire universe within them.

The stag looked up, his eyes meeting Rosie's. At that moment, time froze.

It strode forward, each step sending ripples of light through the ground. Light spread from its hooves, illuminating the entire forest. Trees, flowers, and birds were all bathed in a holy glow.

Rosie held her breath, not daring to break this sacred moment. The stag approached, head lowered, and the starlight from its antlers fell on her face, warm but not burning.

She stretched out her hand, her fingertips about to touch the radiant fur—

The warm touch on her lips brought her back from her dream.

Rosie's eyelashes fluttered, her consciousness oscillating between dream and reality. Another gentle kiss followed, this time with an undeniable heat. She slowly opened her eyes, only to be met by a pair of pale, close-knit eyes.

"Sister, what are you dreaming about?"

The voice was low and tinged with laughter, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread in the darkness. Luo Qian's pupils shrank slightly. Her brain was not yet fully awake, but she could already feel the warmth of the other person's breath brushing against her cheek.

Flaxen hair shone softly in the moonlight, and delicate features were visible close at hand. Was it Ivan or Damon? In the dim light, even the twins could hardly tell them apart.

"Who do you hope for, sister?" He spoke again, his voice full of teasing, his fingertips gently brushed her cheek and stopped at the corner of her lips.

Rosie's heartbeat quickened, blood surging through her veins. She raised her hand, her fingertips touching the man's jawline, feeling the muscles tense beneath his skin.

"I don't know..." She responded softly, her voice lazy and hoarse from having just woken up.

He chuckled softly and leaned over to whisper in her ear: "Sister, it's against the rules to say you don't know..."

Hot air sprayed on her earlobe, and Rosie felt a current running from the back of her neck to her spine. She subconsciously shrank her shoulders, but the other person gently grabbed her wrist.

"You know who I am." His voice was firm, and his fingertips gently stroked the inside of her wrist, touching the beating pulse there.

Rosie looked up. The moonlight outlined the man's figure, his eyes gleaming cunningly in the darkness. She opened her mouth but didn't say an answer.

"Sister, I said I would bring you a gift." He took out a small box from his pocket and placed it in Luo Xi's palm, "Open it and take a look."

The box felt heavy in her hand, and Rosie carefully lifted the lid. In the moonlight, a silver necklace lay quietly on the black velvet. The pendant was a feather-like pendant, and the edges of the necklace shimmered faintly, as if there was life flowing through it.

"This is..." Rosie touched the pendant with her fingertips and felt a warm energy coming from her fingertips, like the pulse of some kind of life.

"The horn feather of the Nine-Colored Deer," he explained softly, his voice carrying a rare solemnity. "When a member of our tribe reaches adulthood, a special feather grows on their horn. It contains the essence of our life and our blessings. Once made into an amulet, it is only given to the most important person in their life."

Rosie's heart trembled. Having lived in the interstellar world for so long, she knew what this meant—it wasn't just a gift, it was a promise, a vow that bound her life to the other person.

"Thank you." She said softly, looking up to meet his eyes, which were filled with emotions she couldn't read.

He took the necklace and gestured for Rosie to turn around. She obediently turned her back to him, feeling his fingers brush the back of her neck, pushing her hair aside. His fingertips were rough, and every touch sent a shiver down her skin.

The cool metal against her skin was a stark contrast to her body temperature. His fingers lingered on the back of her neck a little longer than necessary, his fingertips gently caressing the sensitive skin.

"It suits you very well." His voice was low and content, and his breath brushed against her ear.

Rosie's heartbeat quickened, and her fingertips unconsciously touched the necklace locket. The horn feathers shimmered in the moonlight, as if pulsing with life.

"Is this really your horn feather?" she asked softly, not daring to look back and meet his eyes.

"Yeah." It was a short answer, but one that carried an unquestionable affirmation.

His fingers slid from the back of her neck to her shoulder, and with a light press, Rosie turned around. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath, and the moonlight outlined his perfect figure.

"Sister, don't you like it?" He frowned slightly, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his light brown eyes.

Rosie shook her head and stroked his cheek with her fingertips. "No, I like it very much. It's just..."

"Just what?" He took her hand and rubbed his thumb in small circles on the inside of her wrist.

"What does this mean?" Rosie looked him straight in the eye, her voice so soft she could barely hear it.

He smiled, with a sly glint in his eyes: "Sister, you're asking even though you already know the answer."

He leaned over, resting his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. Rosie closed her eyes, feeling his breath envelop her body.

"This means I'm giving you my life," he whispered, his voice carrying a rare solemnity. "No matter what happens, I'll stand by you."

Luo Xi opened her eyes and saw the determination in his eyes. At that moment, the ice in her heart melted and warmth flowed through her body.

"Thank you," she whispered, her fingers unconsciously clenching his collar.

He chuckled, his fingers threading through her hair and gently pressing the back of her neck. Rosie leaned forward, and the distance between them disappeared.

His kiss was gentle and controlled, tentative and cherishing. Rosie closed her eyes and responded to the kiss, her fingers climbing up his shoulders.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silver edge on the intertwined figures of the two. His fingers wandered over her back, and every touch caused a shiver on her skin.

Rosie felt dizzy, as if she were falling into an endless abyss, or flying into the starry sky. Her fingers tangled in his soft hair, feeling his body temperature and heartbeat.

"Sister..." he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse with suppressed desire.

Rosie didn't answer, but simply pulled him closer. They fell onto the bed, their entwined silhouettes outlined by the moonlight.

His kiss moved from her lips to the side of her neck, lingering on that sensitive skin. Rosie raised her head and a soft sigh escaped from her throat.

"Are you sure?" He looked up, a questioning glint in his light brown eyes.

Rosie nodded, her fingers caressing his cheek. "I'm sure."

He smiled, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

Outside the window, moonlight streamed across the garden, casting a silver glow on everything. A figure stood quietly beneath a tree, its light brown eyes fixed on the intertwined figures reflected in the second-floor window.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and a vague smile curved his lips. In his hand, he was playing with a horn feather identical to the one on the necklace of the person in the window, which shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

"Sister..." he whispered, his voice dissipating in the night wind, and along with it, the figure...