The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 31: The King’s Trick and the Knight’s Misery

Illiya finally couldn’t hold back and corrected him, "It’s ’charming and elegant’!"

The black-haired knight was startled.

How did this elf know that?

His hand instinctively clenched, but there was nothing to grasp.

His fingertips only touched his own palm.

"After all, His Majesty is handsome and dashing, charming and elegant, and as graceful as a jade tree..." Eoryun continued reading without any emotion.

The black-haired knight immediately turned to look at him.

When he saw the familiar "note" in Eoryun’s hand, his entire being fell apart.

The black-haired knight: !!!!!!

Save me!!!

Just as Eoryun was about to keep reading, the black-haired knight hastily interrupted, "Stop! Stop!"

Eoryun cooperatively shut his mouth.

"So when exactly did the note fall to the ground?" the black-haired knight couldn’t help but ask.

Illiya replied, "Since you started speaking in long paragraphs."

Eoryun added, "Can this even be called a note? With this thickness, it’s basically a mini book."

The black-haired knight’s gaze drifted, completely avoiding looking at the piece of paper in Young Master Eoryun’s hands.

"You’ve got it rough—His Majesty threw this at you, didn’t he? Told you to read it all out loud?" Darius held back a laugh, stepping in to help his former subordinate out of his predicament. "His Majesty used to do things like this all the time when he was still the crown prince."

At this point, Darius looked a little nostalgic.

"Back then, though, I was the only victim. Now that I see someone else suffering the same fate as I did, I suddenly feel at peace."

The black-haired knight choked up.

What was supposed to be comforting ended up being a different kind of ridicule instead.

Worse yet, the one ridiculing him even looked a little pleased about it.

But he had no choice—after all, what Darius said was the truth.

Now he finally understood why no one fought over the position of the king’s personal knight.

Unfortunately, he realized it far too late.

"Captain Darius, sometimes, silence is the better choice." The black-haired knight spoke mournfully, his entire demeanor growing much more dejected.

Darius quickly wiped the smug expression off his face and straightened up. "My greatest virtue is knowing when to stay silent."

Before the black-haired knight could explode in rage, Darius swiftly changed the topic. "Weren’t you saying that you were going to take us to see the king? Shouldn’t we get going? It should be about time for your scheduled meeting, right?"

Since the conversation had already turned to the king, the black-haired knight had no choice but to swallow his frustration.

With silent indignation, he turned around and led the way without a word.

His back looked noticeably heavier.

Watching the group ahead, Illiya seemed deep in thought.

He murmured, "Drow, don’t you also think there’s something off about that black-haired knight?"

"It feels like he carries the scent of the Fallen Demon Clan. But it’s not something that originates from within him—it’s more like a scent he picked up from prolonged contact with them."

"Looks like the King of Areuseon Kingdom... really isn’t as simple as he seems."

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There were many races on this continent.

Elves, dragons, humans, beastman, angels, demons, and dwarves—all of them coexisted on this land.

None of these races were purely good or purely evil.

And perhaps because of that, the continent maintained a strange kind of peace.

However, there was one type of being that all races rejected—the Fallen.

The term did not refer to a specific race but rather to all creatures that had succumbed to corruption.

There were very few records about the origins of the Fallen—so few, in fact, that they might as well not exist.

Even among the elves who are known as a long-lived race, the oldest books in their archives contained only vague mentions of them.

The only written account was a story of uncertain authenticity.

The story claimed that, in the beginning, only gods existed on the continent.

To vie for dominance, the gods created their own tribes, which became the earliest races of the land.

Yet this endless struggle led to strange occurrences among the races—some individuals inexplicably went mad, harmed themselves, and indiscriminately attacked others.

This phenomenon was called the "Fallen" by the gods.

After the "Day of Dusk," the gods withdrew from the continent entirely.

From then on, the Fallen vanished as well.

The way they appeared was a mystery, and the way they disappeared was equally inexplicable.

So why was there a trace of the Fallen’s presence in the capital of the Areuseon Kingdom now?

Wasn’t that something that only existed in the era of the gods?

Illiya didn’t understand.

For now, he could only play it by ear.

He would have to wait until they reached the palace and met the King of the Areuseon Kingdom to uncover the truth.

Illiya buried these thoughts in his heart and followed the main group with an unchanged expression, revealing nothing out of the ordinary.

Darius merely teased, "Employer, why are you only catching up now?" He didn’t dwell on the situation.

The races of the continent all knew that elves were the strangest of them all.

Beneath their aloof exterior lay fickle and unpredictable personalities—no one could ever guess what an elf would do next.

Illiya was completely unaware that someone was inwardly criticizing him.

He was simply relieved that he hadn’t given himself away.

The real problem would be if the Fallen sensed something amiss and hid its tracks—then things would become truly troublesome. freewebnøvel.com

The black-haired knight wasn’t cruel enough to make Illiya and the others walk all the way from the city gate to the palace.

Unlike other cities, the capital of the Areuseon Kingdom was not only prosperous but also vast.

Naturally, the distance from the city gate to the palace was quite far.

To reach their destination, they would have to traverse nearly the entire capital.

If they were to walk the whole way, it would be an immense waste of time.