The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 82: Like Father, Like Son

Illiya couldn’t help but laugh, then began explaining their request. "Of course, it’s nothing evil like that. We just want you to lead us into the Demon Realm."

Seeing that the two demons still looked skeptical, Illiya began to feel a bit of a headache coming on. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"It’s like this: during our journey, I encountered a fallen demon who seemed to have merged with a human. That’s why I want to go to the Demon Realm. As for the others... it’s better if they explain it themselves."

Seeing this, Seoryun took the initiative to reveal his identity. "I am the King of Areuseon Kingdom, so I think you know why I want to go to the Demon Realm. Honestly, I really don’t want to go, but sometimes... appearances matter."

N’zall suddenly understood. The moment he heard the words "Areuseon Kingdom," it all made sense.

"Oh, it’s about the war that happens every fifty years, right? The demons and your Areuseon Kingdom already made peace centuries ago. Don’t you know that you can go directly to the Demon Realm without crossing through the borderlands?"

Seoryun looked utterly confused. He truly did not know this. No one had ever told him.

One glance at his blank face, and N’zall instantly understood.

"You definitely ran away from home right after coming of age," N’zall said with complete certainty. "Because Hwanseong Jinmu—your father—said the exact same thing before the last war. He didn’t know you could directly enter the Demon Realm either. And just like you, when Hwanseong Jinmu came of age, he ran off to the demon realm to play hero."

"You guys really are cut from the same cloth," N’zall said with genuine admiration.

Seoryun: ???

He felt as though he had just uncovered something astonishing.

It turned out that his father had also chosen to run away from home in pursuit of freedom when he came of age at eighteen—just like him.

And now, the problem became clear.

If they had both chosen the same path upon reaching adulthood, then why, when he had voiced his desire to go out and explore the world after just coming of age, had he been so harshly rejected?

He didn’t understand.

Was this the legendary double standard?

Seoryun had absolutely no intention of protecting his father’s reputation—none whatsoever. Instead, he asked N’zall with great interest, "So during the last fifty-year cycle, did my father meet you as well? Was the demon realm hosting some kind of event at the time?"

He also subtly tried to confirm the time of the Demon King’s appearance.

N’zall, completely unaware of Seoryun’s scheming, gave a hearty laugh and lowered his voice slightly, "Not quite. The demon realm folks are all a bunch of battle maniacs—how could they be bothered to host events? The one organizing this time’s event is none other than our most beloved Demon King. Everything must give way before His Majesty the Demon King!"

"His Majesty the Demon King is the treasure of the demon realm!"

The legend of the Demon King’s glory would never fade.

Seoryun took mental note of this. Now that he had confirmed the Demon King had emerged in the last fifty years, he felt satisfied.

He had no grand ambitions—just needed one small piece of information, something that wouldn’t affect the overall power balance. After all, with the great war looming, the leaders of the continental alliance army were convening to exchange the intel each had gathered.

As one of them, he couldn’t afford to be completely ignorant. That would be like walking straight into a trap—especially since the higher-ups in the alliance were already suspecting that there was a mole among them.

What they didn’t realize was... the mole was right beside them.

Now that Seoryun had successfully resolved his biggest concern, he visibly relaxed. His body that was once tense loosened up considerably.

He continued the conversation without missing a beat, "So how exactly did my father meet you all?"

As a battle-hardened demon, N’zall was naturally sensitive to the movements and intentions of those around him. Seoryun’s subtle shift in demeanor hadn’t escaped his notice, but he didn’t call it out—there was no need.

Everyone had their little secrets. And considering that the Areuseon Kingdom had long reconciled with the demons, with relations gradually leaning toward a full alliance over the centuries of secret interaction, this tiny secret hardly mattered.

The demon race had always been forgiving to their own kind.

Noticing that Seoryun had relaxed, N’zall thought, as expected.

The kings of Areuseon Kingdom never seemed to have any grand ambitions.

With a chuckle, N’zall explained, "Your father ran away from home with his personal knight. Along the way, he did a lot of good deeds. One time, driven by curiosity, he activated a random teleportation array. Coincidentally, it transported him near the border—this very place, in fact. Actually, the timing of the border’s opening is calculated differently in the demon realm than on the continent, so we’re able to come out at times you wouldn’t expect."

"So that’s how my father met you—just like how I’ve now just come out of the border?" Seoryun guessed.

N’zall nodded.

"That’s right. Quite the coincidence, isn’t it? And you—an even greater coincidence. You said the exact same thing your father said back then. Word for word. Not a single syllable was different."

"When I heard those all-too-familiar words, I genuinely thought I was looking at your father himself. Although we didn’t spend much time together, we became very good friends. After the war ended, we never met again. To be honest, seeing you today suddenly made me miss my old friend."

Seoryun hadn’t expected there to be such a story buried in the past. Watching N’zall grow visibly emotional, Seoryun suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unsure of what he should say.

"Well... at least now I finally know who the friend my father always mentioned was. I believe my father must have missed you too. Before I came of age, besides my mother, you were the person he spoke about the most," Seoryun said, carefully trimming and adjusting the truth, trying to make his words as heartfelt as possible.