The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 201: Restless Intentions

Despite being beaten up back then, whenever Sebastian encountered a new pair of light and dark elves, he still found his hands itching.

After all, these two were still young.

Even if he pushed things too far, they would not be able to defeat him with their current strength.

With that in mind, Sebastian began to feel restless.

Demons had always been creatures who acted on whim.

So once he had the thought, Sebastian acted on it.

Pretending to stroll casually past Drow, Sebastian put on an act as if he were merely passing by.

He feigned ignorance, as though he had not just been watching from the shadows.

Not only did he walk directly past the dark elf, but then he stepped back several paces in an exaggerated manner and stopping in front of Drow.

His expression turned dramatically animated, and then, in a tone of exaggerated "surprise," he said, "Eh? So Drow, you do have other expressions after all? We’ve been around each other for so long, and this is the first time I’ve seen you show anything besides that deadpan face."

Drow’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Before he could fully raise his guard, he heard those annoying words spoken in a voice all too familiar.

Truly, it was enough to leave any elf speechless.

After being so "kindly" reminded, Drow’s expression immediately faded and returning to his usual blank look.

He lowered his head slightly and said nothing as though he had not heard a word Sebastian had said.

He genuinely had no interest in wasting time on such ridiculous conversation with the chief steward of the Demon Realm.

If not for the fact that he still could not defeat the demon in front of him...

That thought only made Drow more determined and more desperate to grow stronger.

Despite being so clearly dismissed, Sebastian did not become discouraged.

If he were the sort to give up so easily, he would never have become the chief steward of the Demon Realm.

He continued to tread on the dark elf’s patience, now openly testing him. "I’m just surprised, is all. You’re still young. Don’t be like your elders and keep that face frozen all the time. What if your soul-bonded partner gets tired of you? Look at Illiya, he’s always smiling. You should learn from him. If you keep talking in such a dry and stiff way, and always have that poker face, Illiya might get annoyed and stop talking to you altogether."

Drow: "......"

His fists clenched.

Seeing that the dark elf was on the verge of lashing out, Sebastian quickly tried to smooth things over. "No no no, let’s talk it out, not fight. Fighting wouldn’t be good. Besides, am I not just telling the truth? These days, even speaking the truth is risky enough..."

Before he could finish, he caught a glimpse of Drow’s tightly clenched fist from the corner of his eye.

He immediately swallowed the rest of his words and changed tack. "I just wanted to help you loosen up. You’re still so young, yet you bottle everything up. You never share anything with others. If Illiya saw you like this, don’t you think he’d be worried too?"

At the mention of Illiya’s name, the anger Drow had been holding onto as if it were a burning fire was suddenly doused like a bucket of cold water.

It extinguished in an instant.

He instantly returned to being the quiet docile tail that followed Illiya peacefully wherever he went unbothered by the world.

Sebastian could only sigh inwardly at how ridiculous it all was.

As expected, the dark elves truly were a double-standard group.

Even after so many years had passed, they remained exactly the same and unchanged in the slightest.

Although Sebastian was currently teasing the dark elf, the bored chief steward of the Demon Realm still could not help but want to ask what exactly was troubling this dark elf, whose eyes and heart held only his soul-bonded partner.

"Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?" Sebastian finally revealed his real reason for approaching. "Drow, you probably don’t realize it, but just now you looked like you were about to go take revenge. I think if there had been an enemy standing in front of you, you probably would have already taken them down."

When Drow heard this, he instinctively pressed his lips together.

He had probably realized the same thing himself.

He did not want to leave a bad impression in Illiya’s heart.

He did not want to be a silent mute who never spoke.

He did not want Illiya to worry because of him.

A soul-bonded partner should be happy.

Seeing that the dark elf’s attitude had softened somewhat, Sebastian also let out a breath of relief.

That meant the conversation ahead would be much easier.

"Then Drow, can you tell me what’s making you uneasy?" Sebastian asked, testing the waters.

Drow thought about the matter that had been troubling him.

It didn’t seem like something he couldn’t talk about.

So he had no intention of hiding it and directly answered, "It’s nothing. I just feel a little uneasy."

"Because of the war?" Sebastian accurately pointed out the core of the issue.

It wasn’t that he could divine the answer.

His guess had a solid basis.

The only thing that could shake a dark elf’s heart was their soul-bonded light elf.

But not every dark elf was fortunate enough to encounter their soul-bonded partner, so not all dark elves had one.

As a result, dark elves, who already had a low emotional baseline, became even more indifferent, caring about nothing at all, except for occasional emotional fluctuations when facing the Elf King.

In the worldview of dark elves, soul-bonded partner came first, then the Elf King, followed by their fellow dark elves, and then everyone else.

Yes, aside from those top three, all other races were simply classified as "everyone else" by dark elves.

Tsk. Truly double standards.

And the reason this particular elf was anxious could only be because his soul-bonded partner, Illiya, had decided to participate in the upcoming war.