The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 157: A Glimpse of the Unspoken

When he first learned of the dark elves, he had also assumed they had split off and become a completely independent race.

Later on, when he once went to see his teacher to ask about something, he happened to witness a dark elf reporting information to the Elf King.

That moment shattered all of his earlier assumptions.

Honestly, it was kind of a slap to the face.

So even though he was puzzled by Drow’s motives in approaching him, Illiya didn’t believe this particular dark elf meant him harm.

He merely felt that this dark elf carried too many burdens inside and acted strangely in ways that drew his attention.

That was all.

After waiting for a while, Illiya still didn’t get a response from Drow.

When he looked at the protagonist in question, all he could see was the top of someone’s head.

Even more speechless.

Illiya felt that this couldn’t go on, so he chose to take the initiative.

"Drow, you suddenly tugged on my sleeve—was there something you wanted to tell me? Or rather, is there a question you need to ask me?"

Illiya patiently repeated his question.

Drow, who had been lost in his own thoughts, was startled by Illiya’s inquiry.

He hadn’t expected Illiya to ask him the same question again.

He thought he could just brush past it, but apparently, a response was still required.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk—it was because there were simply too many things he wanted to say. And what he wanted to say were things that happened in the future.

However, considering the current situation, he no longer knew if the future he was familiar with would still become reality.

What he was struggling with now was whether to look Illiya in the eye and speak the truth, or just come up with a casual excuse to gloss things over.

Sensing the concern in Illiya’s gaze, Drow, for the first time, felt how indecisive he had become.

Drow lowered his head, unable to bring himself to look up.

He was afraid that if he saw Illiya’s eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hold back and would spill everything.

Maybe, deep down, he had already made a decision.

The fact that he was even hesitating like this only confirmed it—he wasn’t going to tell Illiya these things.

After witnessing the state of the Demon Realm, Drow wasn’t sure anymore if he had glimpsed a corner of fate through some rare opportunity or if the events in his mind were simply delusions born of his own imagination.

He couldn’t possibly say to Illiya: Actually, I was reborn. Before I was reborn, the two of us were the best of partners. I really didn’t want you to come to the Demon Realm, because in that previous timeline, you were gravely injured here and afterward could only remain confined to the Elven Forest, unable to leave.

I blamed myself deeply, because I didn’t protect you. Watching your frail body, I suffered every day. That’s why, after I was reborn, I tried everything I could to get close to you ahead of time. I originally thought those dreams were just dreams, but after meeting you early on, I realized everything was unfolding exactly like the dreams. That’s when I started to panic. The reason I didn’t want to come to the Demon Realm was because I didn’t want you to repeat your fate from the previous life.

But for some unknown reason, even though we still came to the Demon Realm, things this time turned out to be very different. After the seating arrangement at the banquet changed, I started feeling lost.

Because I realized something had happened that was outside the scope of my plan.

From that night onward, everything gradually began slipping out of my control. I was happy, but also deeply uneasy. I was happy that fate had finally changed—but sad, because I feared I might once again fail to protect you.

Drow knew that he wouldn’t speak any of this out loud.

All the things he had taken such pains to hide were just too absurd. No one would believe him, and no one could share the burden with him.

From the moment he was reborn, he had already prepared himself to fight alone.

But now that the once-fixed future had begun to shift, he couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The words had made it to the tip of his tongue, but Drow couldn’t utter a single one. Feeling the gaze resting upon him, the glimmer in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Drow, what’s wrong with you?" Illiya asked, feeling a bit at a loss.

Right now, he genuinely couldn’t figure out what the dark elf was thinking.

He’d never had any previous experience dealing with dark elves, and now suddenly being faced with a situation like this, he truly felt it was a little tricky.

Elves were naturally sensitive to the emotions of others.

Illiya, of course could immediately sensed that the dark elf standing in front of him whose his head bowed like someone confessing, was emotionally off.

When he focused more carefully, he could almost smell the thick scent of rusted iron, and in a flash before his eyes, he saw a brutal scene—starting from where the elf stood, the ground splintered and cracked outward like a spiderweb.

It felt like the entire world was about to collapse.

Illiya struggled to pull himself away from the surge of despair and sorrow in that emotion. Even though it was just a glimpse, the lingering unease stayed in his heart.

He felt as if he had just glimpsed something incredibly dangerous.

He stared at the dark elf before him—standing there like an elementary schooler—with disbelief and confusion.

Wasn’t this dark elf supposed to be around the same age as him? Why was he giving off such abnormal emotions? It was something Illiya simply couldn’t understand.

After this unexpected event, Illiya suddenly realized that perhaps he could no longer feel at ease just "letting go" of this dark elf.

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