The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 80: Mutated Elf and the Threatened Flower

Juwon’s tears had not yet fully fallen when he heard the elf ask a strange question.

He didn’t understand and muttered softly, "What kind of changes could I even have? Aren’t I just a little sprout? What kind of change could I possibly have? This environment isn’t even suitable for me to grow in, and based on... based on my knowledge, I probably need another two or three hundred years to fully mature?!"

As he spoke, Juwon used his magic power to observe his own condition. It would’ve been better if he hadn’t looked. Once he did, he was so startled that even the tone of his voice changed by the last sentence.

"Crap, how did I get this big?! This can’t be right, did I just sleep for three hundred years?!"

Illiya felt his hand itch; sometimes this ice flower really said things that deserved a beating. Fortunately, the elf was good at regulating his mood, or else there might’ve been a tragic scene of a flower being thoroughly beaten up.

"Of course not. You grew this fast because we used special means. Otherwise, what do you think happened?" Illiya replied with clear irritation.

Juwo ’s tone turned sheepish. "Oh, oh, I see. That’s how it is." freeweɓnøvel.com

At this point, he wasn’t just socially dead—he was thoroughly embarrassed.

"But the reason we used those special means to help you grow is that we have a request." Illiya laid everything out clearly. "We hope you’ll join us in attending a plant appreciation festival. Are you willing?"

Juwon had only just begun recovering from his embarrassment when he was hit with this statement. He thought about it seriously for a while, though it wasn’t clear what prompted him to ask the question that followed.

He cautiously asked, "...What will happen if I say no?"

Illiya smiled pleasantly, his tone light. "Nothing much. Unless you still miss the life of a little seedling?"

Illiya: "..."

That was a threat, wasn’t it? That was definitely a threat!

Why was this world so cruel to a poor little flower like him?

Juwon was stunned by the beautiful elf’s words.

What the elf had just said—wasn’t that a threat?

Wasn’t he implying that if he refused to attend that so-called plant appreciation festival, he’d be turned back into a freshly sprouted form, or worse, be stuck in that seedling state forever?

Help. Is this what elves are really like?

He didn’t believe it.

Juwon began frantically scouring the inherited memories in his mind for any information about elves. After some relentless effort, he actually found something.

The inherited memories described it like this.

[ Elves are a race that doesn’t mix well with others. They live in the forests on the edges of the continent, and that forest is also known as the Elven Forest. Elves generally dislike movement, so unless a major event occurs, it’s rare to spot them elsewhere on this world. Especially the young elves—adult elves would never allow them to leave the forest. ]

[ Elves have personalities similar to the ice lotus found atop snowy mountains. They disdain arguing with other races or explaining away slanders, because they believe that strength is enough to silence all voices. As such, elves are a race that can’t be bothered with cheap tricks and certainly wouldn’t stoop to threatening others. ]

After reading it, Juwo felt like his whole flower-self had wilted.

Is this really something a flower would leave behind as a record? He felt like everything in the memory was wrong. Did the elf in front of him have anything in common with those described in the memory? Apart from the elf’s appearance, this one had nothing in common with the image from his inherited memory!

After collapsing emotionally, one thought echoed in his mind.

If the inherited memory isn’t wrong, then that means the elf in front of him has mutated!

That’s right—mutated elf!

Just as he was mentally preparing himself to accept this truth, the inherited memory floated up again in his mind, making its presence known.

[ There is very little accurate information about elves. This record dates back to the old calendar year 1003 of the continent. ]

[ In short, all information about elves should be treated as reference only. It might be right, or it might be completely wrong. If future generations encounter an elf, they need only remember a few things. ]

[ Don’t believe anything an elf says. Don’t try to reason with an elf. If you don’t want an early grave, don’t provoke an elf. Keeping a low profile is the best way to survive. ]

[ Good luck surviving, future generations! ]

Illiya: "....."

Thank you. What’s the difference between this memory and the answer key? If it weren’t for the fact that he was currently in a magical world, Juwon would’ve truly believed that this memory was left behind by someone who used to write answer keys for math holiday assignments.

Right now, Juwon truly wished to leave this world that was so unfriendly to flowers.

No matter how heartbroken he was inside, Juwon still had to maintain a smile.

Keeping firmly in mind the small tips left behind in the inherited memory, he didn’t dare to hesitate as he gave the elf the answer he wanted to hear.

"Of course, I was only joking. Your Esteemed Elf is the best companion to all plants. How could I possibly disagree with your proposal? So, is there anything else you would like to instruct me to do?"

After spouting such an extremely sycophantic line, Juwo felt like his soul had just ascended on the spot.

Illiya pretended not to notice Ice Flower’s inner flurry of emotions. He reached out and gently patted one of Ice Flower’s leaves, smiling as he said,

"Ice Flower, you’re too polite. I wasn’t forcing you to do this. Elves never do such things. But it’s truly wonderful that you agreed. You’ve really done a big favor for these two demons."

Juwo felt like crying but had no tears. He really wanted to shout: Who agreed willingly? If anything, this was him "willing" under duress.