The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 46: The Real King

He went through so much, risking his life to rescue the real king from the fake king.

And yet, when he finally arrived at the holding area—good grief—the person he came to rescue was not only thriving among a bunch of notorious criminals, but also seemed to be living quite comfortably.

If it were him, his mental state would probably collapse on the spot.

Thinking that, Illiya became even more afraid to look at Darius’s expression.

He could only hope that when Darius inevitably exploded, he might at least be able to hold him back a little.

Otherwise, they’d really end up as wanted fugitives, roaming the continent!

In truth, Darius wasn’t nearly as furious as Illiya imagined. On the contrary, he had this strange sense of "as expected" dawning on him.

He knew it. There was no way Seoryun would be willing to be imprisoned.

His friend just wasn’t the kind of person who gave up. If it wasn’t voluntary, who could’ve possibly captured this man?

Come on—Seoryun’s escape skills were fully maxed out.

Darius let out a long sigh of relief after confirming that Seoryun was unharmed.

But before he could even finish exhaling, he was startled by a sudden voice in his ear—so startled that he choked on the breath and nearly passed out.

"Sir Darius! People are just like this sometimes! Don’t be sad, we all understand. Don’t be afraid—there are still other harbors behind you! Don’t hang yourself on one single tree," Eoryun advised, full of heartfelt emotion.

Darius: ...

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Darius felt like he had used up all his lifetime supply of speechlessness today.

He just couldn’t understand—what exactly went on inside Eoryun’s brain?

If he could, he’d really like to cut it open and see how much nonsense was crammed in there.

No wonder he didn’t seem very smart.

Eoryun had no idea that Darius was mentally roasting him. Even when scolded, he didn’t mind. "I know you’re hurting inside. Just cry. Who says a swordsmen can’t cry!"

Even Illiya couldn’t bear to watch anymore. He walked over and dragged the troublemaking Young Master aside and placing himself between the two in an attempt to separate them.

But some people just can’t be separated.

Like these two, who nearly got into a fight.

In the end, under the oppressive force of Sir Darius’s combat strength, Eoryun was finally forced into silence.

The people crowded around the center seemed to notice something strange happening over here.

One by one, they stopped what they were doing and looked over. It would’ve been fine if they hadn’t looked—but once they did, they jumped in fright.

Help—why is that knight standing outside the prison?

Could it be he’s here to collect the debts they owe His Majesty after all?

This dungeon is terrifying! Your Majesty, that’s not playing fair!

At the center of the crowd, the real Seoryun finally spotted the red-haired man standing at the door through the gap in the crowd.

He leisurely tidied the playing cards scattered on the table, skillfully shuffled and cut them, then placed them neatly in front of him.

After everything finished, Seoryun calmly rested his hands flat on the table.

At some point, he had adopted a mournful expression, and even his voice carried a tone of grievance.

"Eh? Isn’t this Sir Darius, whom I haven’t seen in over ten years? You finally came to rescue me! You must believe I’m the real king—the one outside is a fake! I was ambushed and imprisoned in this dungeon. It’s already been ten years—I thought no one would come to save me."

By the end, Seoryun’s voice clearly choked with emotion. His eyes reddened slightly, and with a blink, his long lashes caught the tears lingering around his eyes, all clumped together.

Illiya: "..."

Darius: "..."

Eoryun: "..."

Drow: "..."

They had never seen a "real king" sound so fake. Even the fake king outside seemed more genuine than this.

So, Your Majesty, could you please put down the onion in your hand?

Illiya kept a deadpan face, completely unsure what kind of expression would be appropriate right now.

He wanted to laugh, but couldn’t. Should he be angry? But he couldn’t quite bring himself to feel angry either. In short, it was both heartbreaking and funny.

Help, why was he thinking like this? Was he really beyond saving now?

Humans really are strange.

Darius’s mouth twitched.

He regretted it. Why did he even come here? Was it just to watch Seoryun’s exaggerated performance, or to see how comfortably this man was living?

Absolutely laughable.

Others get thrown into dungeons and barely survive; Seoryun gets thrown into a dungeon and turns it into a money-making opportunity.

Darius suddenly felt sympathetic toward the fake king who frequently visited Seoryun. No wonder he always came alone and mysteriously, without bringing anyone along. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

If he had brought people, the fake king would probably have been exposed long ago, right?

Seeing your own prisoner living better than you—who wouldn’t mentally break down over that?

Now that they had found the real king, their mission could be considered a complete success.

Darius had no intention of playing along with Seoryun’s act. He went straight to the point: "Enough. Do you think I don’t know your personality by now? Just the fact that you managed to turn a mere expedition journey into a story of me eloping with you says it all. Now that we’ve found you, get out there and expose the fake king so I can go get some sleep."

And to top it off, he added a mocking jab, "Your acting skills are still as unbearable as ever."

His tone was full of disdain.

Seoryun wasn’t the least bit upset about being called out—after all, his little trick had already been exposed.

He had his own intelligence network, so of course he knew that a certain red-haired man had been rushing toward the capital. He was long used to the way that someone said one thing and did another.