The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 115: The Silent Fury of the Elves

No matter how much he wanted to say it out loud, Sebastian knew better than to actually speak those thoughts—unless he had a death wish.

As for whether the elves would get angry and break the agreement... Actually, there was no need to worry at all. One of the reasons elves were so respected was precisely because they were a race that honored their promises.

As long as they had given their word, generally speaking, they wouldn’t go back on it. They were very strict about keeping their promises. Of course, in a few rare cases, it all depended on the circumstances and one’s perspective.

Sebastian cleared his throat twice, just about to try to placate a certain fuming elf when the door nearly slammed into his nose before he could even speak.

He stared at the door that had just been closed in his face. Even as someone who ranked second only to the highest in the land—someone who stood above thousands—there was nothing he could do to open that door.

After all, he was in the wrong first.

The matter was already decided, no matter what. He had agreed to their request.

Although it wasn’t even a particularly difficult matter, Illiya was still a bit displeased—though he hid that emotion very well.

On the surface, the elf still looked like that elegant, noble elf. But inside, he was practically about to explode like a pufferfish. Even after the banquet ended, he was still furious.

Then, after he saw the hand signal Sebastian gave them, his anger reached its peak.

Demons! A bunch of black-hearted, black-handed creatures!!!

But could he point that out now?

No.

What else could Illiya do? All he could do was stew in his silent fury.

If he hadn’t promised Sebastian... he would have already started to pull some strings (scratch that—"friendly exchanges"), all right?

A little way off, Sebastian suddenly felt a cIlliya run down his spine, as if someone was thinking of him behind his back.

Acting on an inexplicable intuition, he secretly glanced at the golden-haired elf sitting across from him.

The elf’s smile was dazzling, the corners of his lips raised in a perfect arc that never wavered. Most importantly, though the smile looked perfectly proper and delighted, it never reached his eyes.

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat: This is bad.

He hastily averted his gaze, feeling very guilty. It was better to focus on the main business at hand. Focus on the main business!

Illiya immediately sensed the scrutinizing gaze that had fallen on him. He looked up to find its source, but couldn’t spot it. Though puzzled, he didn’t let the little accident bother him.

He was certain of one thing: the Demon King’s palace was absolutely the safest place in the entire demon realm. After all, the demon who lived here was the most treasured existence among the demon race.

How could there not be protection for their precious one? So he simply ignored the gaze that had fallen on him.

Sebastian withdrew his gaze and forced himself to forget about how he had tricked the elf, shifting his attention to the matter at hand instead.

"It’s an honor to help relieve His Majesty’s burdens," Sebastian said, bowing low to Anos. Seizing the opportunity while the Demon King was still a little confused, he quickly changed the subject. "From here on, allow me to lead the way."

As soon as he finished, Sebastian took the lead and began walking forward.

The remaining guests at the banquet exchanged looks. Illiya was the first to react. He immediately got up and followed Sebastian. He hadn’t forgotten his promise to cooperate with the steward—like now.

The dark elf, Drow, never bothered to question the reasons behind Illiya’s actions. He simply followed. With that mindset, Drow was the first to catch up.

Darius and Seoryun were by no means slow-witted; on the contrary, they were very clever. In an instant, they recalled the agreement they had pushed to the back of their minds with that white-haired steward.

Ah, although it was all for the sake of helping the Demon King strengthen his connection to the demon realm... what was this all about now?

Could it... could it be some special method to make the Demon King more attached to them (maybe)?

The people of the Areuseon Kingdom didn’t understand. They were confused, but didn’t dare say a word.

Anyway, wasn’t it fine as long as they followed along?

Once Sebastian left, the rest of the guests followed suit and left as well. The six demon lords who stayed behind were left speechless. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

Could they really not go along?

Images of the white-haired steward’s narrow-minded nature and ruthless methods of revenge flashed through the six demon lords’ minds, sending cIlliyas down their spines. The most exaggerated reaction came from the sixth demon lord, Pinison Pol Perlia, who couldn’t help but shudder, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

No one could blame him for reacting so strongly. As a naturally belligerent demon, he had once been young and brash, daring to provoke Sebastian. Though the white-haired steward had been outwardly polite for the sake of Pinison’s parents, he had quietly set up obstacles to trip him up!

He had almost been completely and quietly done away with—if it weren’t for his incredible luck.

Everyone thought of this, and so one by one, they all saluted the Demon King before hurrying to catch up.

Left at the table was Anos: "..."

Something felt off... but also somehow right?

Hmm. Well, the steward’s ability to get things done was really impressive.

Should he just entrust everything fully to Sebastian?

This thought flickered through Anos’s mind for only a moment before vanishing completely. Whenever he entertained such an idea, he always felt as if he were a modern capitalist himself.

Although demons had strong bodies, powerful combat abilities, and great endurance, Anos could never be like a secret agent, leaving everything for others to do. He simply couldn’t handle that kind of thing!