The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 154: Half‑Transmigrator Revelations

Illiya was feeling a bit speechless.

He genuinely hoped that the Ice Flower could realize just how overly active its spiritual energy was being.

But judging by the current situation, it was clear the Ice Flower hadn’t noticed a single thing.

From the very beginning, Illiya had picked up on the Ice Flower’s thoughts through the spiritual energy drifting in the air. It was just that, due to certain limitations, he couldn’t hear everything completely.

Roughly speaking, it seemed like the Ice Flower was arguing with some kind of unreadable energy being. To be more specific—it was more like the Ice Flower was single-handedly ranting at that energy being.

Through their conversation, Illiya completely overturned his previous assumptions about that mysterious energy form.

At first, he had assumed that the energy being held the dominant position, and that based on the situation at the time, the Ice Flower was the one being controlled.

However, today’s events proved his original guess to be wrong.

It seemed that the relationship between the Ice Flower and the energy being was actually the reverse of what he had thought.

The Ice Flower should be the dominant party, and the energy being was more of a supporting existence.

Moreover, the Ice Flower had apparently grabbed hold of the energy being’s weaknesses and could even use those to threaten it in return.

In short, their relationship was... pretty strange.

As someone who had all the key old data and memories redacted and censored, Illiya could only hear fragmented parts of their communication.

A perfectly normal sentence would reach his ears like: "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP you BEEP BEEP BEEP just wait BEEP BEEP BEEP play dead BEEP BEEP BEEP."

Don’t even ask. His whole mind was filled with endless "beep beep beep" sounds.

Today’s Illiya was emotionally exhausted.

No matter how mentally broken he felt, Illiya didn’t withdraw his magic power.

Instead, he continued listening in on the Ice Flower while also keeping a close eye on Eoryun, who was still squatting beside the Cold Pool.

He wanted to see what the two of them were planning to do.

The spot where Illiya was hiding gave him a perfect vantage point.

He could clearly observe both Eoryun and the Ice Flower, and even the Ice Flower’s subtle little gestures didn’t escape his eyes.

The Ice Flower’s slight pause before moving from the center of the Cold Pool to the shore, the brief hesitation when it reached out to touch Eoryun’s hand, the absentminded way it brushed against him—all of it, Illiya saw with sharp clarity.

The only one who failed to notice all these tiny details was the protagonist who had fallen into his own imagination and was currently moved by his own emotions.

Why was Illiya so sure?

Because of the last sentence that Eoryun had spoken.

"Don’t worry. I have money."

Honestly, that line alone radiated a sense of absolute security.

His teacher had once told him: in this world, the only thing that will never betray you is money.

Friends may not stay with you for life.

Lovers may betray you.

Enemies and allies can shift positions at any time.

Only money will always be by your side.

Money doesn’t change.

Money can buy many things.

And if you can’t buy it?

Then you simply don’t have enough money.

That, in short, summed up everything his teacher had ever said.

Illiya didn’t fully agree with his teacher’s opinions about "money," but as a good student, he would never be so tactless as to refute his teacher directly.

He could accept it—but didn’t see the need to.

If something didn’t sit right with him, he simply wouldn’t listen to it.

That’s how he had always done things.

So, there was a reason why all these years his teacher had never taken a wife.

All things considered, money did bring people a strong sense of security.

And to hear such words come from Eoryun’s mouth was already a rare thing.

That he would say them to a flower he wasn’t even familiar with?

It could only mean he had imagined some truly tragic backstory—he must’ve felt really sorry for the Ice Flower.

Illiya shook his head.

Now he finally understood why, back when they were leaving Haneulseong City, the head of the Taeharin family—who had always spoiled Eoryun—insisted on sending him along with their group to travel.

They could protect Eoryun for a while, but not for a lifetime.

If Eoryun didn’t grow stronger on his own, then with how easily he got carried away with imagination, he’d probably only bring himself endless trouble.

And if he couldn’t deal with those problems himself, then even the fortune of a main-character-level protagonist couldn’t save him.

Clicking his tongue quietly in his mind, Illiya somehow ended up glancing toward Sebastian, who was squatting nearby.

The moment he lifted his gaze, he found himself locking eyes with the great demon steward of the Demon Realm.

You look at me, I look at you. Both exchanged polite smiles.

Just as Illiya was about to shift his gaze away, Sebastian suddenly blinked at him—twice—and even smiled meaningfully.

Seeing this, Illiya felt it was both within expectations and yet strangely unexpected.

All the complicated thoughts he had eventually dissolved into a silent sigh.

He decided not to dwell on it and turned his gaze back to Eoryun, ready to see what the two would do next—or rather, how the Ice Flower would make use of this opportunity that had practically delivered itself to his doorstep.

The Ice Flower was... interesting.

Eoryun was also... quite interesting.

After wrapping one of his leaves around Eoryun’s finger, the Ice Flower didn’t bother with anything else in the outside world.

After all, the recognition part was done.

The person on the shore came here specifically to find a fellow "countryman," didn’t he?

After lazily completing the motions, the Ice Flower immediately withdrew into his own spiritual sea and resumed bickering with the system.

[ What do you mean by ’reborb doesn’t count as transmigration’? Please, stop trying to change the subject! That’s clearly just you trying to downplay things. Being reborn after dying, fine, that can be considered a new life—but being reborn while retaining memories from a previous life? What is that supposed to be? Reborn with a bug? Either way, that’s not a true native, is it? Of course, calling a memory-retaining reincarnator a transmigrator isn’t entirely accurate either. ]

[ Let’s call them... half-transmigrators. ]

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