The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 107: The Banquet and the Seven Demon Lords

Illiya’s voice pulled Drow out of his reverie. Drow looked up and saw that Illiya was standing not in front of the third table but in front of the second.

Drow: ...

Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be sitting in the third seat?

Illiya was a little confused. He didn’t understand why Drow remained frozen in place. Patiently, Illiya repeated himself, "Drow, your seat is here."

Thinking it over, Illiya added, "If you really don’t want to sit in the second seat, you could ask Seoryun if he’s willing to swap with you so that you can take the third seat."

After speaking, Illiya felt a bit uneasy and turned to ask the banquet host for his opinion.

Before Illiya could say a word, Anos had already readily responded, "No need to ask me. After all, your seats were drawn by lot. You can sit however you want; you don’t need to worry about my opinion. If it weren’t a bit rude to let guests pick their own seats outright, I might have even let you choose the seats yourselves."

Seeing this, Illiya relaxed

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At that moment, Seoryun also spoke up, "Drow, don’t be so polite with me. We’re friends. I’ve already agreed to swap seats with you."

Darius chimed in, "If you want to take my seat, that’s fine too."

"No need!" Drow quickly regained his composure and declined. He was only a little shocked because he realized that fate was shifting again — this time, even the order of the seats had changed.

Although it seemed like a minor change, small shifts in fate could cause huge consequences down the line.

Drow’s heart immediately settled. He felt more confident about his plan to alter Illiya’s originally tragic fate. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

This time, he would never let Illiya repeat the same mistakes.

Illiya had no idea what determination Drow had made. After seeing that no one objected, he sat down in the seat assigned to him.

Once seated, he finally had the time and attention to observe the seven demon lords sitting opposite them.

The first seat to the right of Anos was occupied by the white-haired demon they had seen during the day.

Demons had their own strict code of rank and respect; sitting in the first seat indicated a very high status. If Illiya remembered correctly, this white-haired demon’s name was Sebastian.

In the second seat sat an unfamiliar demon. He wore an oversized black magical robe, with only a single strand of green hair slipping out from beneath the wide brim of his hat. Beyond that, nothing else was visible.

In the third and fourth seats sat their old acquaintances, Ke’Oth and N’zall.

The fifth seat was taken by a very sickly-looking demon, with the palest skin among those present. But this pale complexion looked unhealthy — it was a sallow, ghostly white. This demon’s face was also very unwell, his lips pale, and he occasionally covered his mouth to cough.

The demon in the sixth seat was extremely burly. Compared to the others, who wore size M clothing, his was XL, two sizes larger seemingly out of nowhere. The muscles on his arms looked incredibly solid; no one would doubt if someone said he could knock out a child with a single punch.

The seventh seat was especially unusual. The demon sitting there appeared to be a child, about twelve or thirteen years old in human years. With a youthful face and less than 1.5 meters tall, he really seemed out of place in the Demon Realm.

After everyone was seated, Anos began to actively introduce the demons on their side.

"The one in the first seat is the white-haired demon you met at noon. His name is Sebastian Michaelis, and he’s my steward. The second one is Titus Annaeus Secundus, his divination skills are quite impressive. The third and fourth seats are Ke’Oth and N’zall, whom you already know. The fifth is Quadracile — he’s not in good health. The sixth is Pinison Pol Perlia; don’t be fooled by his size, he’s actually very skilled with his hands. And the seventh, don’t let his childlike appearance fool you — he’s nearly five or six hundred years old. His name is Chotchino Takaioji."

Illiya listened attentively, carefully matching each name to the person and noting their features to ensure he wouldn’t forget.

Number one: white hair.

Number two: wide hat.

Number three and four: old friends.

Number five: weak and pale.

Number six: strong and skilled with crafts.

Number seven: the child.

After memorizing these details, Illiya shifted his gaze away—after all, no one likes being stared at constantly.

Since the demons had been introduced, Illiya then began to explain the situation on his side.

"I’m from the elf race. My name is Illiya Faelorien. There are many kinds of elves; I am what you would call a Light Elf. And sitting next to me is the one called the Child of the Night, a Dark Elf named Drow."

"Next to Drow is the current king of Areuseon Kingdom, Seoryun Jinmu, and then a red-haired man, Darius Valeblade, the former royal knight captain of Areuseon Kingdom."

Upon mentioning Areuseon Kingdom, the demons across the table instantly understood.

Their relationship with Areuseon Kingdom was quite good, so naturally, they were familiar with its members. How could they not know Seoryun, who ran away from home with his personal knight at the age of eighteen?

The family’s legacy was truly remarkable.

The grandfather ran away with his knight at eighteen, the father did the same, and now Seoryun followed the same path at eighteen.

It was truly strange.

However, what surprised them most was not the two from Areuseon Kingdom, but the two elves.

A combination of Light Elf and Dark Elf—they hadn’t seen such a pairing in ages. The last time they saw a Light and Dark Elf together was hundreds of years ago.

Back then, the continent was still in chaos. During that era, the union of Light and Dark Elves ruled for a long time.