The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 143: The Logic of a Protagonist

He had to admit that the Demon King Anos’s guess, while seemingly far-fetched, might actually be right—and not just right, but very likely the real truth.

How to explain it... First off, one absolutely couldn’t apply normal logic to that unusual "overpowered protagonist" type of person that was Eoryun.

And when had any of those type of protagonist adventures not been full of danger? When had they not been riddled with life-threatening situations?

Although this version of a protagonist seemed more like a salted fish who had no desire to turn over and though he disliked leaving the house, today—of all days—he had chosen to sneak off alone to do something he couldn’t let his friends or the demon know about. And he was headed straight into a garden filled with magic trap just to meet th ice flower.

No matter how you looked at it, the road ahead should be full of thorns and traps.

And yet... the guards were not only sparse—they had literally disappeared.

Yeah, just thinking about it gave one the sense that something wasn’t right. It screamed "trap."

Putting himself in Eoryun’s shoes, Illiya suddenly felt like his behavior wasn’t that strange after all.

If he had really gone charging in recklessly without thinking, that would’ve been suspicious.

If he’d done that, Illiya might’ve started wondering if Eoryun had already noticed they were tailing him and was just playing along, aware that there was no danger to begin with.

Once Illiya figured this out, he shared his thoughts with the others.

Of course, he dressed up his explanation nicely.

He didn’t throw around the term "overpowered protagonist" in front of everyone—not just because they probably wouldn’t understand the reference, but also because explaining it would be a huge hassle.

Illiya said, "I think His Majesty the Demon King might actually be right. That could very well be the truth."

Mostly because Eoryun’s thought process was just so... unique.

"So I think what he’s doing is probably the correct approach."

After all, no one else would think or act like this.

"I’m guessing his next step will be to toss something toward the entrance—maybe a rock or something—to test the area."

In the near distance, Eoryun bent down, picked up a stone, and cautiously threw it toward the entrance of the Cold Pool.

"Of course, it might not just be a rock. Rocks are just rocks. He might even use magic to fabricate a humanoid figure and send that to test it."

Not far away, Eoryun began channeling magic, shaping a figure about half the size of an adult, and carefully guided it toward the entrance of the Cold Pool.

"I mean, it’s all just a guess—it’s not like I know for sure..."

Illiya hadn’t even finished his sentence when someone cut him off.

"No, Illiya. Everything you said is exactly right."

Illiya: ????

I don’t believe this. You’re lying. You must be lying.

When Illiya turned to look, the entire elf froze.

How terrifying... so this was what it meant to be an overpowered protagonist!

Not just Illiya—everyone else fell silent too. They didn’t know what to say anymore.

An unreliable theory... actually turned out to be true!?

They couldn’t understand. They really couldn’t understand.

What kind of chaotic, nonsensical world was this, anyway?

After witnessing Eoryun’s actions, Illiya and the others couldn’t remain calm.

They truly didn’t understand how such a completely random and unreliable guess had somehow become reality.

Was this normal? No, this was not normal. This isn’t right.

"I thought you were just talking nonsense," said Darius, looking the most dumbfounded of them all. As a former royal knight known for his rigor and discipline, he clearly couldn’t accept the scene unfolding before him.

But regardless of how much he refused to accept it—this was reality.

"I naively thought His Majesty the Demon King was just speaking casually," Darius said with a tone full of grievance, his face utterly blank, like someone still struggling to process what had happened.

Anos who is hearing Darius’s complaint, couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.

He really had just been speaking offhandedly.

Who could’ve guessed he had the miraculous ability to turn casual remarks into actual reality?

The only explanation now was that a certain someone ahead of them—namely Eoryun—simply didn’t follow normal human logic or principles.

Yes. That must be it.

Darius who is feeling speechless and having no outlet for his frustration, promptly shifted the topic to Illiya.

After all, Illiya’s predictions had perfectly aligned with Eoryun’s actions. If he didn’t confront him now, then when?

"Illiya, you’re even worse than His Majesty the Demon King."

Illiya who was suddenly called out: ???

A bad feeling rose instantly.

Darius pressed on, "Am I wrong?"

Illiya: "..."

He didn’t dare say a word.

Right now, Illiya didn’t even dare meet the former knight commander’s eyes, afraid he’d be swallowed by that accusatory gaze.

More importantly, he didn’t know how to explain any of this.

He was innocent, really!

All he had done was logically speculate based on the usual tropes of hot blooded protagonist in the fantasy novels.

Who could’ve predicted that every single guess would hit the mark?

Was he supposed to turn to this group and explain that Eoryun wasn’t your typical noble heir?

That he was more like a protagonist straight out of a novel?

That he was absurdly lucky—able to stumble upon rare herbs just by stepping outside, fall into secret realms by wandering a bit too far, or make a breakthrough in cultivation just by sleeping?

Yeah, right. They’d think he was an idiot on the spot.

So, in conclusion, Illiya firmly chose to remain silent.

But Darius wasn’t about to let this suspicious-looking blond elf off so easily. "If I didn’t know better, I’d think the two of you were sharing a brain."

Illiya looked up at the sky, then down at the ground—anything to avoid looking at Darius.

Who wanted to share a brain with them?

Those protagonists in the novel didn’t follow ordinary logic.

They were the kind of people who could say things like, "My fate is mine and mine alone—not Heaven’s."

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