The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 158: Unspoken Truths and Gentle Lies

Even though they had only spent a short time together, he would occasionally get a strange feeling—as if the two of them were always meant to be like this.

He couldn’t bring himself to treat this elf indifferently.

If he didn’t clearly remember that he’d only known the elf for about a month, he would have thought they’d been acquainted for years—or even centuries.

How strange.

Compelled by something inexplicable, Illiya, under the sway of that emotion, lowered his voice even more. "Drow, if there’s something you want to say, then tell me. Don’t keep everything buried inside. Isn’t that why I’m here?"

Even Illiya himself was stunned after he said it. Was he really the type to say something like that?

Strange.

Upon hearing those words, Drow nearly burst into tears.

A faint red tinge even rose at the corners of his eyes.

He didn’t dare look up, afraid that he would start crying on the spot.

He could only try his best to suppress the sorrow, striving to keep his voice calm, so that no one would hear the trembling within it.

"Yeah... you are here and just being able to see you standing here, healthy and whole, that’s enough for me."

Illiya didn’t really understand why Drow suddenly brought up his physical condition, but he still gave the obviously anxious dark elf a gentle and reassuring response.

"Of course I’ll always stay healthy," Illiya said with a smile. "But you should also have your own pursuits. Don’t burden yourself with responsibilities that aren’t yours, and don’t let your hopes become shackles that hold you back."

Drow almost instinctively wanted to respond and refute what Illiya said.

Fortunately, rationality returned just in time, pulling his dangerously swaying thoughts back.

He obediently nodded and wisely chose to remain silent, though in his heart, his response was something completely different—something he couldn’t say to anyone else, especially not to the person standing right in front of him.

Having received this surface-level response, Illiya didn’t dwell on the issue further.

Deep down, he knew—there was no way he could truly talk sense into this clearly stubborn dark elf.

However, just having that superficial affirmation was enough.

Because with that vague, unspoken agreement between them, Illiya knew this dark elf wouldn’t blatantly throw his true intentions in front of him.

Ah, what a clever little elf he was.

After witnessing what Eoryun had secretly done, Illiya and the others gradually returned to the banquet.

Of course, none of their actions caused a stir among the attendees, nor did anyone notice their subtle maneuvers.

Perhaps someone might have sensed something, but they all tacitly chose to turn a blind eye.

After all, when it was their superior doing something like this, as subordinates, they naturally had to cover for them.

Besides, it wasn’t like this was the first time something like this had happened.

When such things occurred frequently, they no longer felt particularly surprising.

Not long after they returned, Eoryun also successfully sneaked back into the banquet.

He believed his actions had been seamless, flawless even—but in truth, his movements had been under surveillance by others for several days now.

Especially tonight, every action he took was being closely monitored by Illiya and the rest.

Naturally, everyone already knew about Eoryun’s return.

However, those who were in the know chose to stay silent, burying the truth deep in their hearts.

They wouldn’t tell anyone, and they certainly wouldn’t let it slip easily.

Since things had reached this point, the act had to be carried through to the end.

To make the situation appear even more polished and complete, someone had to take on the role of "clean-up crew." And the most suitable person for that role—was Illiya.

It would be strange if someone from the demon race approached Eoryun directly to chat, since today’s banquet was primarily meant to introduce and celebrate Illiya as the great contributor.

As for Eoryun and the others, they were more like supporting cast.

Darius and Seoryun weren’t suitable either since neither of them looked like good people. So only Illiya, the person Eoryun trusted the most, was the appropriate choice to go over.

Everyone still remembered that during the first Plant Appreciation Festival, Eoryun had leapt behind Illiya without hesitation.

Faced with the trusting gazes of everyone, Illiya had no choice but to accept the task.

Only after Eoryun had finished tidying himself up did Illiya slowly stroll over.

The moment he laid eyes on Eoryun, Illiya deliberately put on a confused expression and opened his mouth to ask, "Eoryun, although I know you’re not too fond of attending banquets, you didn’t have to hide away in such a secluded corner, did you?"

The instant Eoryun saw Illiya, he couldn’t help but think about what he had just done in secret.

His body tensed instinctively.

Even though he knew no one had discovered what happened, he still couldn’t suppress his guilt.

Fortunately, Illiya’s tone was more teasing than accusing. Gradually, Eoryun relaxed and stopped being so tense.

He looked at Illiya and put on a flattering smile. "I just didn’t feel like attending the banquet, that’s all. Or rather, I’ve never liked crowded places. I prefer staying at home alone."

Hearing those words, Illiya immediately thought back to the scene when they had left Haneulseong City together.

At the time, the eagerness that was shown by Eoryun’s father and mother had left an impression he still couldn’t forget.

"Then I’ll leave him in your hands. My son never likes to going out and hangout with people in his peers, this is a good opportunity—please make sure he gets out and about more. What kind of life is it, staying cooped up in his room all day? At his age, he should be out gaining experience. A young man should have some energy and spirit!"

Even now, when Illiya recalling those words, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He deeply understood that feeling—because his teacher was exactly the same.

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