The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 117: The Elf’s Doubts and the Butler’s Plan

None of them wanted to suffer retaliation from some petty-minded white-haired demon later on.

And so, both sides awkwardly kept their silence, no one speaking at that moment. The first side didn’t know what to say; the other side dared not speak.

Illiya, however, had no such concerns.

Having just shaken off the shame of what had been done to him, he now heard this sentence coming from above.

What could he say? What could he do?

He had to admit, after hearing that sentence, the entire elf within him felt a bit off.

In the elves’ ancient texts concerning the demon realm, many pages were devoted to introducing a certain demon.

[ This demon was born with white hair, possessed incredible combat prowess, and a cunning mind beyond normal reach. When he first appeared before the main continent’s races, he shattered all traditional views that demons were brutish, big-limbed, and simple-minded. With forceful tactics, he boldly rewrote everyone’s worldview. ]

[ Speaking of that era’s Demon King, one could not help but mention his subordinate Sebastian Michaelis, who represented the pinnacle of fighting strength during that entire period. ]

...

In all historical records, the name [Sebastian Michaelis] was always described with words like "powerful," "clever beyond belief," "bloody and cruel," "ruthless"... How could he ever show such a pitiful, wronged expression?

It was remembered in the main continent’s war history that during a battle known as "Sebastian’s Deification War," this one demon single-handedly held off dozens of fully reorganized knight orders. Knight orders a thousand years ago were not comparable to today’s.

Moreover...

Thinking of this, Illiya’s expression became even more complex.

In his one hundred-plus years of life, from his teacher—the High Elf Priest—he had heard no other name more than the demon realm’s number one, Sebastian Michaelis, besides his own elven king teacher.

Especially when he was about to leave the Elven Forest to roam independently, his teacher had carefully warned him: if he ever truly entered the demon realm, and saw a beautiful demon with long white hair, he must never trust him. That demon was the best liar.

Indeed, Illiya was staring at the white-haired demon butler in front of him who was still immersed in his "pretending."

However, Illiya wasn’t the type to fall into a trap from just a few words. As the saying goes, as long as you’re straightforward, you won’t be easily fooled!!!

Illiya Faelorien was a tightly sealed, love-locked, invincibly straightforward little elf!

Since he had already defined himself with so many labels, he simply followed the tag.

"Hm... Sebastian, are you really so unaware of your reputation in the outside world?" Illiya asked in a puzzled tone, "But you’re clearly a ruthless, villainous demon who has done countless wicked deeds."

Sebastian’s expression froze.

Goodness, goodness, no wonder he was the High Elf Priest’s disciple. How was that sentence so... familiar?

Afraid of angering the petty-minded butler, Illiya hurriedly patched his words with a protective shield: "Children don’t lie, so it follows that little elves don’t lie either!"

He said the three words "little elf" quite heavily.

Illiya: OK, fine.

As expected of Aelric’s disciple, Illiya’s personality wasn’t just similar—it was exactly the same.

Sebastian’s grand ideas for putting on a performance were completely shattered by Illiya’s words. To put on a good show, there had to be cooperation, but the one who should have played along simply ignored him, even sabotaging his act.

How could he possibly keep performing like this?

Sebastian had no choice but to admit defeat. He didn’t even want to bother anymore; it felt like he was just torturing himself.

"Anyway, none of that matters," Sebastian said, deciding to bring the conversation back to the beginning, aiming to solve this inexplicable misunderstanding at its root.

"What really matters is, Illiya, why would you think I would go so far as to kill someone to cover things up?" Sebastian felt he’d been fairly gentle along the way, so what exactly made this little elf assume such a thing upon their first meeting?

The butler couldn’t comprehend it.

When Illiya heard Sebastian’s question, he didn’t dare look up to meet his gaze. His eyes flickered nervously, glancing left and right but refusing to lift his head.

He gave a slightly awkward smile, clearly too embarrassed to speak the truth.

Was he supposed to tell Sebastian, "Ah, well, it’s all just my imagination"?

Thanks, but if he himself heard that, he might not be able to hold back a punch.

What kind of nonsense reason was that!

Sebastian had lived long enough to have seen all kinds of monsters and demons. Besides, standing before him was just a small elf brat—still a child even by demon standards.

He could easily see through the little brat’s attempts to hide his true thoughts.

Otherwise, why would they be called "brats"?

But as a mature adult, Sebastian decided to be magnanimous—like now, he wouldn’t bother arguing with a brat over such a small thing.

"Forget it, it’s not important," Sebastian said. "Do you remember our plan?"

Illiya knew this topic was closed and breathed a light sigh of relief.

He followed the white-haired butler’s offered ladder down, ready to officially start the second topic. "Of course, elves never break their promises."

"That’s right," Sebastian said calmly. This statement wasn’t aimed at Illiya, the blond elf before him, but rather at the group of demons who had been lurking silently behind them—especially those troublemakers who loved stirring up drama.

The few demons who had been keeping a low profile suddenly straightened up, standing tall and holding their breaths like students caught off guard when the teacher calls on them to answer.

But in front of the strict "instructor" Sebastian, they didn’t dare say a word. They even instinctively lightened their breathing, afraid the sound would betray them and make them a target. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Tch," Sebastian snorted softly, he clearly disdainful of their nervous postures.

"Whatever, just know what you’re supposed to do. Everything proceeds according to our plan."