The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 135: The Elf and His Strange Team

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Chapter 135: The Elf and His Strange Team

He just didn’t know which category this Ice flower belonged to.

Eoryun guessed the former.

With this vague suspicion, the way he looked at the Ice flower changed.

What had once been merely curiosity and fascination turned into an aura of mystery.

His gaze became filled with respect and admiration.

Ice flower, keep going—you’re the greatest avenger!

The Ice flower’s reaction after being exposed was both within and beyond Illiya’s expectations.

What was expected was that Ice flower would indeed give him a big "surprise." What was unexpected was that he hadn’t anticipated how long this flower’s social death response would last.

Some time had already passed, yet the flower was still screaming "Aaaaaahhhh" inside Illiya’s spiritual sea. It was the first time he realized that plants could actually emit such a sharp, piercing sound.

He had been too superficial in his assumptions.

However, he had no intention of comforting the flower. He simply stood there quietly while holding the flowerpot, no longer using his magic power to probe Ice flower’s thoughts, nor speaking a word to soothe the fragile little spirit of the flower.

After all, wasn’t there that mysterious being in the ice flower’s mind? The being could calm down the person it had chosen, right?

Of course, Illiya couldn’t be sure of the final result.

After all, when Ice flower first released its magic power into the air, the mysterious being didn’t act immediately, nor did it even give a warning.

It seemed that, to some extent, the energy being was a somewhat merciless presence.

What Illiya didn’t know was that his casual guess was actually the ultimate truth.

Having cheerfully finished reminding Iceflower, Illiya felt his trip wasn’t entirely in vain.

But he deeply understood the principle of "too much is as bad as too little," so after teasing Ice flower once, he didn’t dare test the flower’s fragile nerves again.

Naturally, he missed Eoryun’s actions.

He didn’t know that Eoryun had imagined a melodramatic, inspirational story in his mind, painting Ice flower as a tremendously heroic and great figure.

Nor did he guess that later, right under their noses, Eoryun and Ice flower would form an alliance of travelers from other worlds.

Years later, this alliance—born from Eoryun’s overactive imagination—would become a power rivaling the Knights’ Association and the Mage’s Association in a three-way balance.

Just as Illiya finished his business here, Anos managed to smooth things over among his often quarrelsome subordinates, trying his best to keep all parties satisfied.

Though the final result wasn’t entirely ideal.

But at least they stopped sniping at each other, and wasn’t that a good thing?

So after finishing his own affairs, Anos’s first instinct was to rush over to a certain blonde elf, put an arm warmly around the elf’s shoulder, and then, like close brothers, walk together toward the other side.

He spoke with a grandiose excuse: "Illiya, I really must apologize. This is your first time in the demon realm, and I haven’t properly shown you around. Just now, I wasn’t paying attention and didn’t entertain you well—this is my fault. How could I let a guest be left all alone like that..."

Illiya was completely bewildered when he was grabbed. Of course, he quickly came to his senses, but before he could escape from under the Demon King’s grasp, he was pulled so abruptly that he staggered.

Because of that, he failed to immediately put a proper distance between himself and the "Demon Realm’s Treasure" — the Demon King.

The final outcome was predictable.

Although Illiya was an elf, and the demons were hesitant to make a move against him physically, that didn’t stop them from trying to kill him with their eyes.

Being stared at with a crowd’s "hostile" gaze—anyone subjected to such venomous looks would feel completely uneasy, right?

Illiya was exactly in such an environment.

He deeply suspected that if looks could kill, he would have died hundreds of times over by now.

Even after he finally managed to keep an appropriate social distance from the Demon King, the scorching gazes that clung to his back like shadows never disappeared.

Illiya: ...

Sebastian was the first one not to immediately follow behind the Demon King. Even after everyone else had left, he remained standing still in place.

He stared at their departing backs, lost in thought for a moment, and then a pleased smile gradually curled on his lips.

The sudden smile was like the white belly of a fish blossoming in the pre-dawn sky.

He suddenly discovered the fascinating qualities of this group of outsiders, and he sensed that they very well might bring a different kind of color to the Demon Realm.

The most interesting one was this little blonde elf.

At first, after receiving instructions from an old friend to take care of his child who was leaving home for the first time, Sebastian had expected just an ordinary elf.

He never imagined this elf would be so intriguing.

The most fascinating part was how this elf had met so many bizarre people and managed to gather them all together smoothly.

First, he quietly secured the Areuseon Kingdom’s king.

Then came the very famous wandering greatsword master.

These two were somewhat understandable, but the rest of the group was truly strange, wasn’t it?

The seemingly insignificant dark elf actually had a soul and body that were out of sync.

It wasn’t that he had been possessed; rather, given the dark elf’s age, his soul’s strength shouldn’t have been this powerful.

It looked more like a future version of the dark elf was living inside the current dark elf’s body, with the timeline completely scrambled.

The seemingly ordinary hybrid merfolk could ignore hidden magical formation and be directly teleported to their presence by the land realm.

If Sebastian wasn’t mistaken, this merfolk later successfully connected, through magic power, to the Ice flowers.

Touching other people’s magic power without being harmed — either one could directly suppress it, or, like elves, naturally had an affinity.

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