The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 162: The Background Elf Chronicles

"That’s why I found it so surprising today."

After saying this, Illiya looked at Anos very seriously.

His tone suddenly became solemn—so solemn that it gave off a strange impression, as though if one didn’t listen properly to what he was about to say, they would surely regret it later.

"These years must’ve been really hard on you."

He was just one step away from tearing up and reaching out to shake hands.

Anos instantly understood what Illiya meant behind those words.

To be understood, even just once—it was such a rare experience that he was nearly moved to tears.

It had been far too difficult for far too long.

"Exactly! Who would have known?" Anos said, his tone growing a bit indignant. "Illiya, you don’t understand—these things that seem so absurd to us, the demon race treats them as perfectly normal. Sometimes I really don’t know if it’s my way of thinking that’s the problem, or if it’s theirs. I always feel like there’s this thick, thick wall between me and them—and it’s a wall no outside force can break."

"I’ve actually wanted to say all this for a really long time. But I could never find the right person to talk to about it. It was like something was always missing. Thankfully, I finally met you today. Now I can finally speak about all these things I’ve been holding inside for so long."

"You—you are my god!"

Illiya: "..."

After enduring today’s unexpected heart-to-heart, Illiya began to feel that Anos had become... clingy.

Previously, it was Illiya who quietly followed behind the Demon King, learning about matters of the Demon Realm from the shadows. But now, the roles had reversed.

The Demon King would drag him out from his background position every now and then just to say a few words.

"Illiya, did you eat breakfast?"

"Illiya, did you eat lunch?"

"Illiya, did you eat dinner?"

These kinds of meaningless questions, again and again.

Although he could understand the sentiment behind it... still, but—ugh.

Forget it. You’re the Demon King. Everything you do is right.

Illiya silently shifted a little to the side, trying to distance himself from the Demon King without drawing attention.

It was precisely because of the Demon King’s excessive attention lately that Illiya had now become a background character who wasn’t just a background character anymore. And couldn’t this Demon King go spare some concern for his own loyal subordinates? Illiya had the constant feeling that their eyes were about to kill him.

Honestly, he was sincerely grateful that glares couldn’t kill, because otherwise, he would have died an uncountable number of times already.

Amen. Thank you, dear heavens!

And what’s more—Illiya often had a very unsettling feeling: that he was far more likely to die not at the hands of enemies, but rather under the weight of the demons’ collective jealousy.

What a truly unforgettable journey as a living background wall.

Even though he was constantly being treated with hostility by Anos’s subordinates, Illiya still quietly followed behind him like always—playing the role of a silent, breathing background wall.

He had already attracted enough resentment as it was; a little more didn’t make much of a difference.

Since things had already gotten to this point, he figured he might as well see it through to the end.

Over the past two days of observation, Illiya discovered that Anos had a life that followed an extremely rigid routine: eat, sleep, and work. Aside from these three necessities, he did nothing else. As a result, he rarely left his bedroom, the dining hall, or his study.

It was as if his homebody nature had been etched into his bones.

But this worked out perfectly for Illiya—at least he didn’t have to run around all the time.

After all, he had two teachers: the current Elven King and the current High Priest.

The former was a reclusive type who rarely appeared in public, preferring to stay in the Elven Palace.

The latter liked to wander around and inspect the territory.

Being their student meant Illiya’s presence would frequently fluctuate—sometimes disappearing for a while, then reappearing.

Other elves in the Elven Forest had even asked him about this.

Of course, he couldn’t tell them the truth.

So he could only laugh it off and say he had been in seclusion and had just come out of it.

Faced with the disbelief in his kin’s eyes, what else could he do? He could only pretend he hadn’t noticed and hypnotize himself into believing everything he said was right.

So for him, Anos really was like an angel—mainly because he didn’t like going out. Just for that trait alone, Illiya could give him a very high score.

Just when Illiya thought today would be another three-point routine and then off work, Anos suddenly announced at noon that he was taking him somewhere new—someplace Illiya had never been before.

With a look that said "I understand everything," he told Illiya he’d worked hard, and without another word, he grabbed his sleeve and dragged him straight out of the study and away from the palace.

Illiya: ???

Dragged along by the sleeve, Illiya couldn’t very well tear himself free and run—so he had no choice but to go along with the force pulling on his arm.

He couldn’t understand what exactly this Demon King was up to.

Just a moment ago, he had been sitting quietly in the study—and now, out of nowhere, he wanted to go out?

It was hard not to suspect that maybe his subordinates had put some ideas in his head... Or rather, maybe they’d once again fed him some kind of persuasive nonsense.

From the very first moment Illiya saw the Demon King in the Demon Realm, he knew that Anos was a very simple person.

That’s exactly why it was so easy for others to mislead him.

Fortunately, demons all seemed to have great respect for their king, and none of them had ever tried to do anything truly malicious to him.

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