The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 156: Unspoken Truths

The demons weren’t as cold-blooded and heartless as the books described.

On the contrary, they were quite friendly. Illiya figured that if Eoryun had simply asked Ke’Oth and N’zall directly whether he could meet with the Ice Flower in private, there was a good chance they would have agreed on the spot.

First, he had spent several days on edge, painstakingly waiting for the opportunity to carry out his plan.

And in the end, without realizing it at all, he was tailed by a whole group of people driven purely by curiosity.

Should one say he was overly confident, or simply overthinking things?

Either way, it was pretty entertaining.

As he pondered all of this, Illiya’s walking pace gradually slowed, eventually falling behind the main group and ending up at the very rear of the party.

With slow, unhurried steps like an old man out on a countryside stroll, he looked every bit like someone out enjoying a leisurely outing.

Illiya, deep in strange and meandering thoughts and at his most relaxed, suddenly felt someone gently tug at his sleeve.

Even though it was an incredibly subtle motion, in Illiya’s current state, it felt no different from someone deliberately jumping out to startle him.

Thankfully, Illiya had enough self-control not to overreact despite the scare.

Still, it had genuinely startled him.

Even after he recovered, his heart was beating a little too fast, and his breathing momentarily became irregular.

Suppressing the urge to show an aggrieved expression, Illiya kept his usual calm demeanor and casually looked toward the source of the tug.

The one who had pulled on his sleeve was Drow.

Seeing who it was, Illiya actually hesitated.

He didn’t know what Drow wanted to talk to him about, and that made him a little uncertain.

Since arriving in the Demon Realm, Illiya had been sharply aware of the fact that the usually unshakably calm Drow had visibly grown agitated.

It wasn’t extremely obvious, but Illiya had still caught it.

After he started engaging with the Demon King and the seven Demon Lord, Drow’s anxiety spiked to a peak.

And this time, the signs were quite overt—almost like Drow didn’t want him to have any contact with them at all.

In fact, Illiya had the feeling from the very beginning that Drow didn’t want him getting involved with the Demon Realm folk at all.

Ideally, there should be no contact whatsoever.

Drow was extremely wary of the Demon Realm.

With all these signals, it was hard not to wonder whether Drow had some unpleasant history or conflict with people from the Demon Realm.

Yet rationality told him otherwise.

The Demon King had only appeared in recent years, and given that demons weren’t the type to travel often, how could a young and inexperienced dark elf like Drow have any connection to them?

It was odd. Very odd.

All sorts of speculations swirled around in his mind, but by the time they reached his lips, they were swallowed back down.

Illiya quietly sighed to himself and subconsciously softened his tone.

"Drow, do you... have something you want to say to me?"

Illiya himself didn’t realize just how soft his voice had become—so soft, as if even a slightly firmer tone might scare away the person tugging on his sleeve.

And it was entirely subconscious.

The speaker wasn’t aware of this, but the listener picked up on it with sharp sensitivity.

In a place hidden from everyone else’s view, the corners of Drow’s mouth lifted upward by just a fraction of a percent—barely noticeable.

However, it quickly returned to a neutral line, as though the one who had just smiled wasn’t him at all.

In truth, Drow himself didn’t even know why he had chosen to tug on Illiya’s sleeve just now.

By the time he became aware of it, his body had already acted on its own.

When his mind finally caught up, he realized he had done something rather astonishing.

And now that Illiya was asking him about it, he couldn’t come up with a proper answer right away.

He didn’t know what he should say to Illiya.

There were so many things he wanted to tell him, but when the moment actually came, not a single word would come out.

That feeling of being tongue-tied—he had experienced it so many times that he’d lost count.

Drow lowered his head, his soft black hair obediently brushing down past his cheeks.

He stubbornly continued to hold onto Illiya’s sleeve, refusing to let go, as though if he loosened his grip even a little, the person he held onto would vanish.

Seeing Drow like this, Illiya couldn’t help but feel a little helpless.

When dealing with someone from his own race—even though he deeply suspected Drow’s motives and reasons for approaching him—he still found it difficult to raise his guard.

In fact, he often chose to turn a blind eye toward Drow’s obviously suspicious behavior and strange words. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

It left him feeling quite resigned.

He couldn’t even explain why he acted this way. But since he wasn’t the type to overanalyze things, he couldn’t be bothered to dig too deeply into the reason behind it.

First, because it wasn’t necessary. And second, because thinking too much about it would be an actual headache.

If one really wanted to trace back to the origin of dark elves and light elves, they were actually from the same lineage. And his teacher—the current Elf King—was also the ruler of the dark elves.

Although the dark elves had separated due to the special nature of their bodies, that didn’t mean they had formed their own independent faction or declared their own king.

To the outside world, it might seem like the light elves and dark elves had severed ties a long time ago, becoming two entirely separate peoples.

All "practical" signs pointed to that conclusion—one might think they were now two distinct species.

...A long time ago, his understanding wasn’t much different from the rest of the world’s.

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