The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 123: The Demon King’s Worries

Especially the final emphasis on "tender skin."

That implication...

Could it be any more obvious?!

So, the final stage of the border was just pure luck, was it?

Damn it!

Eoryun didn’t want to experience the dangers of the Demonic Sea, nor did he want to go to the Sky Race’ territory to learn how to fly. He just wanted to go to the Demon Realm and reunite with his friends.

Taking a deep breath, Eoryun closed his eyes tightly and left his fate to the border.

After all, the border would decide where he went, and he had no choice in the matter.

It was truly too much to bear.

He hoped that when he opened his eyes again, he would see his companions.

Wuwuwuwuwuwu, he really missed Illiya, Drow, Darius, and Seoryun.

Please, border, be merciful!

Eoryun silently prayed in his heart.

...

At the scene of the first-ever Plant Appreciation Festival in the Demon Realm.

Illiya and the others followed in the footsteps of Anos, heading toward the place where the conference was being held.

The preparations were actually almost complete here, with only a few small details left unfinished. But there was no need to worry—there were plenty of hands available for the final touches.

"It’s too much of a hassle to judge one by one, so we’ll have ten people at a time go up and display what they’ve cultivated," Anos explained.

After saying this, he lowered his voice, secretly sharing "insider information" with Illiya: "I heard there are going to be all sorts of weird and wonderful plants. When the time comes, Illiya, you should definitely check them out—they’re really fascinating."

Just as Anos was about to say more, a circular ring suddenly appeared in the sky above the conference, radiating a white light.

"Has the sky of the Demon Realm finally broken a hole?!" someone shouted in shock. freёnovelkiss.com

"Has the sky of the Demon Realm finally torn a hole?"

The moment these words fell, it wasn’t the demons of the realm who reacted the most, but rather a certain Demon King.

When Illiya heard this statement, he felt his entire being falter. How could the sky of the Demon Realm suddenly tear like this? And why, of all places, did it have to happen right over the venue of the First Plant Appreciation Festival he was hosting?

It was truly hard to bear.

But if the sky really did tear open, there was nothing he could do to stop it. Anos was just a Demon King with no real combat prowess, certainly not someone who could patch the sky like some kind of God. He didn’t have that kind of skill.

It’s best not to take on work that would only end in disaster.

Thinking of this, Anos let out a quiet sigh. All the words he had intended to say were now stuck in his throat. Such a rare, once-in-several-centuries event had suddenly occurred—how could he not be shocked?Faced with something so unprecedented, he simply didn’t know what to say.

Should he pretend not to see it and continue the previous conversation?

No way—when your home is about to be stolen, how can you possibly keep smiling?

Should he immediately start some emergency rescue or patching of the sky?

Sorry, but he didn’t know how, and he had no faith that his subordinates—who only loved to brawl and gawk at a show—would know how to perform such a complicated task.

Damn it, now he finally understood why the ancient records on the main continent always described demons as "simple-minded with overdeveloped limbs." Though that phrase had a sour edge to it, looking at this crisis now, it was hard to deny. Why were they all gathering around to watch the commotion instead of thinking of ways to respond?

Today, Anos felt he simply didn’t understand his own kind—he felt completely out of place.

Unable to rein in his subordinates, he simply gave up trying.

He lightly patted the shoulder of the blond elf standing next to him and said in a deliberately relaxed tone, "Hey, Illiya, do you think the First Plant Appreciation Festival I’m hosting today can still go on?"

Illiya, who had also been staring at the newly appeared, glowing white circle in the sky, was caught a bit off guard by the sudden pat on his shoulder. It took him a moment to process what had been said.

Once he understood the question, he felt a little puzzled. Just a second ago, the Demo. King had been so cheerful—how had he suddenly become so...

So melancholy and sentimental?

Illiya thought for a moment. The phrase "melancholy and sentimental" floated automatically into his mind, and he decided it fit him perfectly at this moment.

To be a little more blunt, Illiya might as well have been "worrying about imaginary troubles."

But, in the spirit of "friendly communication," Illiya dutifully answered the question, tactfully avoiding any deeper inquiry about the cause.

"How could it not go on?" Illiya comforted him softly. "Your Majesty, you poured so much effort into this festival—it’s impossible for it to simply fall apart. Even if someone wanted to sabotage it, I’m sure your steward wouldn’t let them succeed so easily."

"So please, don’t worry."

In other words, don’t let your mind run wild.

Illiya didn’t say this last part out loud, instinctively feeling that if he did, he might end up with a suffocating outcome.

His gut instinct had never lied—better not to invite trouble.

Anos didn’t catch the unspoken subtext in Illiya’s words at all. He only thought the blond elf was trying to console him, urging him not to feel too down.

And really, with the sky of the Demon Realm torn open, who would be sadder than him, the Demon King? Illiya’s gentle words were surely meant to soften the blow and prepare him mentally for what was to come.

Elves, he thought, were exactly like the books said.

Elves were truly, truly, truly gentle!