The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 45: The Last Cell

Hearing this, Illiya was speechless. No wonder Bearnard ended up as your subordinate—you guys really are cut from the same cloth.

"Seriously, who here doesn’t know the king has issues?" Illiya shot back. "So, do you still remember why we came to the dungeon in the first place?"

Darius chuckled awkwardly. He drew a line across his mouth with his hand to signal he’d shut up now.

Not even two seconds later, Darius couldn’t help blurting out his tour guide-style departure line: "Everyone take out your own magic illumination crystals. We’re about to head into the dungeon where the criminals are held. Let’s see if the real Seoryun is being imprisoned here."

Everyone else: "??????"

"...Honestly, even if the real Seoryun were here, he’d probably pretend he wasn’t," Illiya said sincerely.

After satisfying his urge to talk, Darius focused on leading the way and didn’t say anything strange again.

The dungeon was a place used to hold criminals.

But oddly enough, despite walking for so long and seeing many empty cells, they hadn’t seen a single person.

The emptiness was almost excessive.

"Is public security really that good in Areuseon Kingdom?" Illiya asked with some doubt.

"How could that be possible?" Darius scoffed. "Don’t forget there’s a noble class here—how could it be empty?"

Illiya thought that made sense.

Where there are people, there will be competition for interests.

And behind that competition, there are likely bones and blood paving the way.

"That means the whereabouts of the prisoners in the dungeon are very suspicious."

Darius’s expression became unusually grave.

It was clear he had thought of this too. But now wasn’t the time to panic.

He had to remain calm at all times.

In a way, he was the backbone of their small team, so he couldn’t show even the slightest bit of unease.

Unconsciously, his hand moved to the hilt of the large sword strapped to his waist and gripped it tightly.

Illiya, who happened to be standing right behind Darius, naturally noticed this small gesture, but he didn’t call it out.

Illiya closed his eyes slightly, carefully trying to sense the magical elements in the air, hoping to glean some clues.

At the same time, he released his magic power, spreading it outward from his position like ripples.

A familiar lightness enveloped Illiya. It seemed like he could hear many voices, yet at the same time, nothing at all.

When he focused his attention to listen carefully, all he heard was the howling of the wind.

He couldn’t force it.

Illiya made a decision in his heart.

Once again, he relaxed his body to listen to the messages the wind might bring him.

[...you... win...]

[...again...]

[...no... one...]

Illiya opened his eyes. Had he just sensed... emptiness?

The moment he looked up, three enlarged faces suddenly appeared in front of him.

His heart skipped a beat, and his mind went blank. By the time he came back to his senses, he had already jumped back more than a meter.

The others realized what they had just done wasn’t very decent and all turned their eyes away—some looked left, others right—but none dared to meet Illiya’s gaze.

Illiya patted his chest, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. After repeating this several times, he finally calmed down.

He grumbled, "Do you all have too much free time? If I were a normal person, I would’ve fainted from the scare!"

But he couldn’t be bothered to hold a grudge now. Instead, he shared the message he had just received from the wind.

Just like Illiya, the others also fell into confusion after hearing it.

This... this was worse than not hearing anything at all.

Illiya simply gave up and said with mock despair, "Let’s just walk straight to the end. All I’m sensing are weird, meaningless things."

Darius agreed completely. Just head straight to the innermost part of the dungeon—if the last cell turned out to be empty, he could always go become a wandering swordsman afterward.

A wandering swordsman with a bounty on his head.

Illiya sighed, clapped his hands, and encouraged the dejected group, "Who knows? Maybe we’ll find everyone in the last cell?"

"After all, nothing is ever certain."

When they reached the final cell, Illiya was stunned by what he saw inside. For a moment, he was completely speechless.

After a long pause, Illiya muttered, "So I’m a prophet, huh?"

Contrary to what they imagined—filthy, bloody, and unbearably cruel—the deepest part of the dungeon was set up in a warm, cozy way.

It completely clashed with the tone of the rest of the dungeon, it’s like seeing a plate of plain stir-fried cabbage among a feast of gourmet dishes.

Totally unreasonable.

This cell, overall, looked more like a simple noble’s room. In fact, a minor noble’s living conditions might not even be this good.

The cell was large—about twice the size of any they had seen on the way here.

Unlike the thin piles of straw in other cells, the bedding here was noticeably thicker and looked very soft.

The chairs and the table used for storing things were all made from high-quality materials. There was even a bookshelf in the cell, fully stocked with books.

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Aside from the unexpectedly luxurious prison cell, the most surprising thing was still the thick crowd gathered in the corner.

Every now and then, cheers and applause would burst from that direction.

"I told you His Majesty the King would win!"

"Again, again! I don’t believe it!"

"Hahahahahaha, you’re back for more? How much do you already owe His Majesty?"

Hearing the cheerful voices over there, Illiya felt completely out of place.

Happiness belongs to them—sadness is left to the elves.

On second thought, if we’re talking about who’s mentally collapsing the most right now, it’s probably still Darius.

From the perilous journey from Haneulseong City to the capital, to the crushing disappointment and anger upon arrival, then to the nervous gamble of entering the dungeon—