The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 90: Secrets and Misunderstandings

If Illiya had grown up among the demon race, then he would never have said something like, "Eighteen is already an adult." Among all the races, only humans considered eighteen to be the age of adulthood. Therefore, the only two reasons the Demon King could confidently make such a statement were.

First, that he had grown up in the human world and had only now been brought back.

But that theory didn’t seem likely. The demon race had a growth cycle much like the elves. Their growth cycle is extremely slow. The shortest ones still took at least a hundred or two hundred years; the longest, according to historical records, could take up to a thousand years.

Most importantly, body size was actually related to the growth stage.

And the growth period—for long-lived races—was the most unpredictable factor in their entire lifespan.

All things considered, it was highly unlikely that Anos had been raised in human society.

That left only one possibility.

Anos, the current Demon King, had genuinely believed he was human before he came to the demon realm. To put it more firmly—he used to be human.

As he followed this line of thought, Illiya suddenly felt like he might have stumbled upon one of the demon race’s biggest secrets.

There had long been a theory on the continent.

It proposed that there were worlds beyond this continent—that those who "broke through the limits and became gods" didn’t literally become divine, but had instead crossed over to a higher realm of existence.

However, no one had ever been able to confirm the theory. In time, it faded into obscurity, with very few records remaining. If not for the Elven Forest’s vast and diverse collection of literature, Illiya never would have come across this astonishing hypothesis.

Now, if he assumed that other worlds did exist beyond this world—then was it possible that this Demon King, whose speech and behavior resembled that of a human, had come from another world entirely? Could this even explain the mysterious disappearance of the previous Demon King and Queen?

Illiya’s palms grew damp with sweat. His heart pounded, and he felt a powerful urge to ask directly—ask the Demon King if he really had come from another world.

Thankfully, his rationality intervened just in time to suppress such a dangerous impulse.

Blasphemy—if this matter wasn’t handled carefully, or if the Demon King simply denied the question out of offense, the consequences could be severe.

At best, it would be seen as an elf acting arrogant. At worst—it could be considered blatant disrespect toward the demon race.

And things like that... they were exactly what his mentor used to refer to as "diplomatic incidents." He had no desire to be recorded in elven history in such an infamous manner.

Elves had their pride, too.

Since there was no immediate answer, Illiya sighed in mild frustration and could only reach out to pat the Demon King standing beside him on the shoulder.

Anos felt the sudden pat on his shoulder and looked up in confusion. He assumed the elf had something to say to him—but what happened next completely defied his expectations.

In Anos’s eyes, the elf stood with a stiff face and golden eyes filled with unreadable emotions, gazing into the distance in a deeply "profound" manner.

Illiya remained silent.

Was this what passed for elven philosophy?

The elf had no idea that his image in the Demon King’s mind had just ascended to an even loftier realm—so noble, in fact, that it was hard to believe. Had he known, the demon race’s serious and mysterious image might not have survived the blow.

Fortunately, he remained blissfully unaware. And Illiya didn’t dwell too long, either. Once he realized the matter was unsolvable for now, he cheerfully dropped the topic altogether.

When he finally snapped out of his thoughts, he noticed the three demon folks in front of him were still bickering—still arguing back and forth, saying nothing of nutritional value the entire time.

Ke’Oth said, "N’zall, stop spouting nonsense. Are you saying demons are the kind that twist others’ words? That’s clearly not the case. It was obviously you who said that, so why are you pushing the blame onto me now? N’zall, I beg you, be a decent demon for once. Don’t you think so, Sebastian?"

Suddenly being mentioned again, Sebastian: ....

N’zall instantly protested, "When did I say that?! I clearly said that Sebastian isn’t a bad guy! How did that become ’Sebastian is a thing’ from your mouth? You’re the one speaking weirdly here, Ke’Oth!"

Sebastian, who was apparently not a bad thing: Thank you, but I’m not particularly pleased.

In Ke’Oth and N’zall’s mouths, Sebastian was sometimes not a thing, and sometimes just a thing. So was he supposed to be a thing or not a thing?

Tch, he was never supposed to be a thing to begin with. No—why did that still feel like an insult?

Completely tangled up by the two idiots.

Sebastian rubbed his temple in frustration, gritting his teeth as he asked, "Can’t I just be a demon? Why do I have to become a thing?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the previously noisy two fell silent, suddenly as quiet as chickens.

They truly didn’t dare to make a sound now.

Looking back at what had just happened, Ke’Oth and N’zall belatedly realized—they had just plucked fur from a tiger’s head. Were they trying to die?

Is it still too late to flee to the human world?

Too late.

Sebastian’s cIlliyaing gaze made that clear.

Of course, all these little actions happened in the Demon King’s blind spot. After all, he was a gentle, kind, and amicable butler. How could he possibly threaten his colleagues?

Sebastian put his usual friendly smile back on, his tone gentle as he said, "I know you didn’t mean anything by it. Let’s just say I misunderstood. Don’t take it to heart, alright?"

Your Majesty, look—I’m so considerate, so kind-hearted.

Sebastian thought smugly to himself.