The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 65: The Elf’s Revenge

Just earlier, Illiya had genuinely and sincerely felt uneasy for this king, thinking they would be venturing into the Demon Realm together on a dangerous adventure.

Turns out the clown... was himself?

Anyone would be angry if they’d been deliberately kept in the dark—let alone Illiya, who had been pampered by the elves since birth.

Even someone with the best temperament would lose their temper under such circumstances.

After his initial anger passed, however, Illiya couldn’t help but find it slightly amusing.

Thinking it through, wasn’t the reason Seoryun hadn’t told him simply because of so-called "continental common sense"?

Everyone on the continent knew that elves didn’t like war.

But hadn’t they all forgotten one thing?

During the continental chaos a thousand years ago, the elves had participated from beginning to end.

In fact, the signing of the Continental Pact owed a great deal to the efforts of the elves.

Elves disliked war not because of any lofty ideal—but because they felt there was no fun in fighting a bunch of losers.

But could he actually say that out loud?

Clearly not.

Perhaps it was the elves’ long-standing reclusiveness in the Elven Forest and their laid-back, Buddhist-like lifestyle that made the other races forget the fear that had once dominated them.

With that thought, Illiya found himself unable to stay angry any longer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Seoryun’s panicked expression, and Illiya’s mischievous nature began to stir restlessly once more.

He deliberately tensed his face, doing his best to appear cold and unapproachable.

His tone was filled with disappointment. "I really thought you genuinely wanted to go to the Demon Realm with me. I didn’t expect it was all a ploy. Back at the teleportation array, I was truly worried about you—concerned for your safety. But the truth hit me like a slap in the face. Just as my teacher said, humans really are creatures who prioritize profit above all else."

"Trying to make friends with humans... I guess this time, I’m no different from Eoryun," Illiya said, lowering his head in ’sorrow,’ his voice full of dejection.

Upon hearing those words, Seoryun was completely thrown into disarray, flustered like a dog that had just gotten into trouble.

Seeing the elf’s thoroughly heartbroken expression, he had no idea what to do.

He had been born a crown prince and had gone on to live a smooth-sailing life ever since. He had always been the one doing the bullying; the skill of coaxing someone—he had never developed that at all.

Even though this wasn’t the first time he had misled someone, this time, he truly regretted it. Especially when he saw that the elf genuinely seemed hurt—his heart flooded with guilt.

Help. He really messed up this time.

Seoryun was panicking like an ant on a hot pan, completely oblivious to the odd atmosphere around him and forgetting that there were actually people nearby he could turn to for help.

Darius truly hadn’t expected the situation to spiral in such a bizarre direction, with no way of turning back.

He also couldn’t quite understand how, just a moment ago, the conversation had been about the Yaguk Theocracy’s Royal Knights, and now suddenly it had turned into a confession about deception.

Had he missed an important scene in the middle?

Darius the swordsman was thoroughly confused today.

Just as he was about to step in and offer some advice, he felt a light tug on his sleeve.

Looking down, Darius saw that it was the dark elf gently pulling at his clothing. The dark elf pointed toward the light elf, who was bowing his head and blinking at them.

...OK. Fine.

Darius understood now.

He gave Seoryun—who had just been reverse-bamboozled—a long, meaningful look, and then smiled with not a shred of sympathy.

As someone who had once been a frequent victim of such antics, Darius felt that Seoryun was only getting what he deserved.

Heh, didn’t think this day would come for you too, huh?

...

Seoryun never expected his plans to unravel so quickly—so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even had time to react.

To make matters worse, the timing of the collapse was so precise that he didn’t even know what he was supposed to do next.

Seoryun stood to the side, completely at a loss—moving felt wrong, but staying still didn’t feel right either.

With a helpless tone, he said, "I was wrong. I shouldn’t have tried to fool you from the beginning, and I definitely shouldn’t have hidden my true intentions."

Years of survival experience had taught him that starting by admitting his own faults was always the safest bet.

But the elf didn’t seem to hear him. He kept his head lowered, showing no intention of looking up or making eye contact.

The entire elf looked listless and out of sorts, drained of energy. Even his once lustrous golden hair seemed to have lost its shine.

Seoryun had to admit—things had really taken a turn for the worse.

He truly had no experience handling a situation like this.

Although he could very well just tear off the mask and abandon this relationship altogether—after all, traveling to the human mainland with the elf had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.

It wouldn’t be a problem for him to cross the mainland alone and reach the Demon Clan.

In fact, going solo would make it easier to hide his real motives.

What a perfect solution that would be—clean, simple, and final.

But by choosing to come here with the elf, he had already decided to walk a different path.

Seoryun sighed again.

He didn’t even know why he’d impulsively chosen to travel with the elf. Maybe it had started when the elf had followed Darius into the palace without hesitation to "rescue" him.

Ever since then, he had felt that adventuring with the elf might actually be fun.

And it was fun—not just because of the elf, but because of who the elf was.

But all of that wasn’t important right now.