The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 203: Ominous Intuition

The only thing he should be thinking about was keeping the environment around his partner safe and secure.

As for the chatterbox steward nearby...

Who cared what he said? A dark elf certainly did not care.

Time passed quickly, and soon, the day of the war arrived.

As he was about to follow Illiya onto the battlefield, the uneasiness Drow had forcefully suppressed resurfaced again, rising up uncontrollably and making his heart race.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking the inner layer of his clothing.

This was not normal.

As a properly trained dark elf, he had perfectly inherited his racial traits, one of which was a natural sense for danger.

Whenever danger approached, or was about to occur, he would feel a powerful sense of unease.

It was always accompanied by an intense restlessness. Breaking out in cold sweat was merely a minor symptom.

He had never once doubted his intuition, because this very instinct had saved him from countless crises.

So what was happening now?

Why did he feel such overwhelming panic?

Why was his back drenched in cold sweat?

Everything should be fine.

The strongest armies were gathered here, the pinnacle of the Demon Realm’s power was present, and their defense measures were flawless. Then why was he having this crisis-response reaction as if danger was imminent?

No. There could not be any danger. How could there be danger?

Yes, that had to be it.

Drow kept repeating these words in his heart like a chant.

It was unclear whether he was trying to comfort someone else or simply attempting to convince himself.

Telling himself that it was just a false alarm.

After all, how could one’s intuition always be right?

This must just be a misjudged premonition, which was why he was having such a strange reaction.

[ You are lying to yourself. ]

That sentence floated through his mind.

Drow quickly shook his head, trying to drive the thought away.

His strange behavior had not gone unnoticed by Illiya.

After double-checking his equipment, Illiya turned and saw the dark elf standing there, furiously shaking his head.

Confusion flickered in his gaze.

He had no idea what was happening.

Drow’s forceful, negative gestures stood out starkly in the passionate, high-spirited ranks of the army.

It looked extremely strange and out of place.

As the dark elf’s companion, Illiya felt it was his responsibility to ask about the situation.

"Drow?" Illiya called softly.

Unexpectedly, the dark elf gave no reply.

This was not right.

The strange feeling in Illiya’s heart grew stronger.

"Drow?" Illiya called his name again, this time a little more gently.

Fortunately, the dark elf who had been standing there with his head lowered and lost in thought finally responded to the call.

"Hmm... huh?" Drow vaguely heard the voice of his soul-bonded partner.

It sounded distant one moment and near the next as though it were coming from Illiya and yet also as if it were just a figment of his imagination.

The voice came again, more clearly this time.

Drow finally responded according to the desire in his heart.

Thankfully, it had not been his imagination.

"Drow, is something bothering you? You seem a little distracted," Illiya asked, his tone gentle.

Seeing the worry in Illiya’s eyes, Drow’s heart softened. He didn’t dare speak his concerns aloud. He could only shake his head quietly, indicating that everything was fine.

He truly could not bring himself to voice his fears.

After all, they were entirely baseless.

How could he explain the reason behind his anxiety, saying it was just his intuition?

Words like that would only confuse others.

What good would it do to say something so vague?

It would just add unnecessary burden and what if it caused even more trouble instead?

"If you feel unwell, just tell me directly," Illiya said with lingering concern. But the current situation clearly did not allow for further questioning, so he could only carefully remind him once again.

Drow nodded.

He saw Illiya turn away to leave, his lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something to him.

But in the end, not a single word came out.

His lips merely quivered twice without producing a sound.

Only after the light elf had walked a fair distance with the army did Drow lower his head in a daze and finally whispered the words he had been unable to say aloud.

"Illiya... you must stay safe..." Drow murmured, his voice so soft it seemed as though the wind might carry it away.

After a while, Drow’s expression gradually became firm as if he had made some kind of decision.

The fragile emotion that had surfaced on his face just moments ago now seemed completely nonexistent.

"... I will definitely protect you. I swear I will," Drow said with resolute determination. There was an air of one who had burned all bridges behind him. "Even if I must stake my faith on it."

Once the war officially began, everything progressed as smoothly as if it had been pre-rehearsed.

The armies of all the nations were like fragile sheets of paper, easily torn apart with the lightest pull.

The demon army advanced with unstoppable momentum, encountering no resistance.

Up to this point, everything was still within expectations.

Just as Sebastian had said, indeed, these nations must have already established diplomatic relations with them.

That was why on the battlefield, their armies collapsed at the slightest touch.

Yet the demons were not ruthless.

They did not kill those soldiers from the other countries.

They merely knocked them unconscious.

Some human soldiers from the continent even fell dramatically to the ground without being touched as if faking injury and proactively collapsing as though they had rehearsed it thousands of times in secret.

Drow had never seen such a harmonious battlefield before.

He was briefly at a loss for words.

The demon race truly was strange, so much so that their eccentric style seemed to influence others as well.

It looked like nothing unexpected would happen after all...