The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 103: Waking the Elf

Anos understood now—what was there left for him to not understand? He understood perfectly, as if he had achieved sudden enlightenment.

These guys had been standing here, locked in a long staring contest, because no one dared to wake the blond-haired elf who was still sleeping in bed. And there was only one reason for the situation to have come to this point: the elf had a bad temper upon waking up.

What would happen if someone dared to wake up a person with morning temper?

No need to ask—either you got hit or you got hit.

He was no longer the clueless newcomer to the Demon Realm. His butler had already educated him on the nature of elves. Elves were a people who appeared aloof and hard to approach—and they truly were. Don’t be fooled by their slender, delicate bodies that looked like they might be blown away by the wind. In reality, elves revered strength and were especially adept at using it to solve problems.

As the saying goes: if something can be resolved with force, can it even be considered a problem?

In short, waking up an elf with a bad temper was equivalent to getting beaten up by said elf.

Anos was now utterly filled with regret. Why, oh why, did he have to push open that door?

He admitted it. The people of the main continent were exactly as his butler had described—definitely not good people. Maybe he really should stop being human. Being human was too hard. Being a demon was much more fun.

"So you want me to wake him up?" Anos made one last attempt to struggle.

"Huh? Your Majesty the Demon King, are you going to wake up Illiya for us?" Seoryun said in surprise. "Thank you so much. We really appreciate it."

Anos stared for a long time at the human king’s smiling face. Even under such scrutiny, the human king’s expression remained unchanged. In the end, AnosIlliya had no choice but to admit that his skin was still too thin in comparison.

What’s done was done. Anos wiped his face and braced himself to face the challenge ahead.

He took a deep breath and slowly began to walk toward the bed, step by step. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he was about to enter the lair of a fearsome dragon.

No matter how slow he walked, the distance still had to be covered. Before long, Anos stood beside the elf’s bed. Carefully, he reached out and gently tapped the elf’s arm. Instinctively lowering his voice, he whispered, "Illiya, the banquet is about to start. Time to get up."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the room fell into an eerie silence.

The black-haired Demon King who had done the waking dared not move a muscle. The few others watching from behind also held their breath, afraid that even the sound of breathing might disturb the figure in the bed.

Illiya had actually been awake for quite a while. He had also maintained his side-sleeping position for a long time. But in his rush to roll over earlier, he’d ended up lying on his arm. Too much time had passed, and now the limb was numb from the pressure.

He desperately wanted to change positions. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

But seriously, had they still not decided who was going to wake him up?

Just when Illiya was hoping someone would finally do it, his companions gave him a hard blow—in the form of collective betrayal. Not a single one of them dared to step forward. Instead, they all stood far in the back, bargaining like it was a matter of life and death.

Yes, Illiya had not only heard the confrontation between Seoryun and Darius, but also the exchange between the Demon King and his two companions. Though he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he could clearly feel the gunpowder-like tension hanging in the air.

He didn’t mind being the center of all this drama—but treating him like some sort of wild beast? That was going too far!

While his mind was battling between frustration and resignation, Illiya was unaware that the group inside the room had finally made a decision about who would perform the wake-up service—none other than the less-than-qualified Demon King himself.

When Illiya heard the Demon King’s voice, he was startled, momentarily thinking that something serious had happened. After taking a breath and calming down, he replayed the Demon King’s words in his mind and realized that he was simply being called to wake up.

Ah, so that’s what this was about.

Couldn’t they have let him know when they were building the ladder?

How tragic for an elf.

He hadn’t managed to wake up on time—was it still acceptable to get up now?

Illiya thought about it for a moment, then decided that now was as good a time as any. Once his mind was made up, he began to act.

The first step was to naturally roll over, with just the right touch of irritation in the motion. The most important part was rescuing his left arm from under his body. At the same time, he had to lift his uncrushed right hand and place it over his eyes. This step was just as crucial as the last.

Once both motions were completed, he paused—pretending to come to his senses. Finally, he moved his right hand away from his eyes, opened them slightly, and put on a dazed, half-awake expression.

This whole sequence, like a well-rehearsed combo move, allowed him to "wake up" both smoothly and naturally.

After saying his line, Anos hurriedly pulled back the hand he had used to pat the elf, hiding it behind his back. His entire demonic body tensed, and he took a few cautious steps backward, ready to flee at the first sign of movement.

But to his surprise, the bloody scenario he’d imagined didn’t happen. What greeted him was simply a room full of silence.

Anos: ...