The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 97: No Love from the Merfolk

He sat for a while, trying to calm himself down, especially the heart that had been pounding furiously since the beginning.

He was just a reclusive man who liked hiding away in the deep mountains and forests—why did they have to make him do this kind of thing? And not just any task, but one that went against what little conscience he had left.

It really made him miserable. Luckily, he hadn’t spent too long with the golden-haired elf. Otherwise, the guilt gnawing at him would’ve driven him to do something irrational, possibly ruining the entire plan. At that point, it wouldn’t be guilt drowning him—it would be the elf’s fists.

Sage Miletus had no idea what Decem and Aelric were thinking. How could they come up with something so... so heart-wrenchingly troublesome?

Cursing the two elves inwardly, Sage Miletus took out the black notebook from his bracelet once again. He flipped it open to the very center, reading the contents of the page once more.

In truth, there wasn’t much written there—just a few brief lines.

[ Note #388 ]

[ Tell (crossed out: trick) the little elf Illiya about the Book of the Elves. Make up (crossed out: bluff) a detailed explanation that sounds reasonable and believable enough to convince the elf. ]

[ Important: Do not reveal any part of Aelric and Decem’s plan. ]

[ Do NOT reveal! ]

[ Do NOT reveal! ]

[ Do NOT reveal! ]

[ Important things must be said three times — do not forget this under any circumstances!!!!!! ]

The phrase he wrote the most was "Do NOT reveal." His desire to stay alive was palpable. It was clear he was terrified of accidentally saying something he shouldn’t and then being punished by the elves.

Thinking of this, Sage Miletus couldn’t help but shiver. He rubbed his arm and started to feel sorry for the clueless little elf. With such teachers, life must be tough for him.

May the Lord bless you on your journey.

...

In the sea area beside the Nubilian Union.

"Are you really not planning to stay?"

When Eoryun heard this question, he paused his movements, froze in place, and stood there looking flustered, unsure of how to respond.

"So, you really don’t intend to stay, is that it?" the voice persistently asked again.

Eoryun straightened his back and slowly exhaled a long breath. "Yes, I don’t plan to stay. With the help of the merfolk priest, I’ve successfully awakened my complete merfolk bloodline. And thanks to your guidance, I’ve also learned how to swim and dive. I think I no longer have a reason to stay here."

"I see... so that’s how it is," the voice replied, tinged with regret. "It really seems like you’re not planning to stay in the merfolk territory anymore."

"What a pity."

Eoryun: "..."

Thanks, but it’s really not a pity at all.

"You’ll definitely regret not staying in the merfolk territory."

Eoryun finally couldn’t hold it in anymore. He fought the urge to punch someone and said, "Great aunt, you really don’t need to keep repeating that. You’ve already asked me many times whether I want to stay."

"I totally understand you asking if I’d stay, but!"

"Could you at least not be packing my things while you ask? While your mouth is saying, ’Do you really want to leave?’ your hands are busily stuffing my belongings into a bundle and your body is doing a live demonstration of ’get out.’ If you’re going to act, then commit to it properly. Seriously."

Tiana let out an awkward laugh, immediately dropped the bundle she was holding, clasped her hands behind her back, and put on a look of innocence, as if to say, "I didn’t do anything," totally playing the role of someone with nothing to hide.

"How could I possibly be that kind of person? How could your great aunt ever be like that? The reputation of the merfolk must not be sullied!"

She said it with righteous conviction.

Eoryun: ...

This was getting a bit absurd.

Eoryun simply turned around, plastered a slightly exaggerated smile on his face, and looked moved to tears. "Really? If you’re this reluctant to part with me, then maybe I should just stay and keep you company, great aunt!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tiana’s expression changed completely. She grabbed the bundle off the ground and threw it right at Illiya.

"A young man should go out and gain more experience. Your great aunt won’t keep you here—farewell!"

With that, Tiana swiftly turned around and left, not daring to linger for another second, terrified Eoryun would really say he wanted to stay.

It was just supposed to be some polite small talk—why’d you take it seriously?

At that thought, Tiana gave her tail a sharp flick and propelled herself forward several dozen meters in an instant. Her figure quickly disappeared from view.

Left behind with nothing but his bundle, Young Master Eoryun stood there, baffled: ...

What happened to trust between people?

Eoryun wiped away imaginary tears and silently swam toward the shore while carrying his bundle.

Forget it. There’s no love from the merfolk—better to go back and find his friends who were waiting for him in the city. In the end, in this world, only companions are truly reliable.

Today was another tough day for Young Master Eoryun.

He took a deep breath, wanting to push harder and reach the shore quickly, but he had forgotten his current predicament.

He was still in the ocean—could anyone breathe by taking a deep breath underwater? Of course not. He could only end up inhaling a mouthful of seawater. It was salty—extremely salty. The sudden intake choked him, leaving him floundering in a rather pathetic state.

He coughed soundlessly several times, his eyes stinging and welling with tears, though they were quickly washed away by the sea, erasing any trace of them. Rubbing his nose, he sighed softly. Who could help him now? No one. So he had no choice but to rely on himself. As for complaining to someone—there had to be someone around to listen first.