The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 92: A Blade Between Us

This feeling was especially cruel to a Dark Elf. Dark Elves never handed the blade that decided their fate to anyone else, but there was always an exception.

That exception was for his destined soulmate.

And now, Illiya was handing the blade that decided his fate to his one and only weakness.

However, Illiya didn’t truly understand the meaning behind Drow’s words.

At that moment, he couldn’t tell whether Drow’s words were just a protest born from feeling neglected or simply a desire to keep him away from the Demon King.

Drow’s attitude left Illiya confused—the feelings Drow gave off were so uncertain and hard to interpret.

No matter what, this unexpected Dark Elf was still just a confused, anxious little Dark Elf brat.

Although they were about the same age, Illiya always felt like he was raising a son. Beyond basic survival needs, he had to pay attention to the "child’s" mood and thoughts.

That was far too difficult for a young elf!

Luckily, Dark Elves were not difficult to read. Every move Drow made sent a clear message to the outside world: he was uneasy, anxious, and very afraid. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Illiya found himself a bit at a loss.

He thought for a moment. Faced with this situation, he honestly had no idea what to do; his mind went blank, and he didn’t know how to comfort the elf.

After thinking fruitlessly, Illiya awkwardly reached out and ruffled the Dark Elf’s carefully combed hair and messing it up completely.

Seeing Drow’s almost tearful eyes, Illiya immediately stopped.

"Hahaha, I wasn’t thinking anything, but Drow, you really are adorable—makes me want to ruffle your hair," Illiya said with a mock-serious tone. "But your hair is just too perfect—so smooth and neat, it’s almost unfair."

Drow wasn’t sure how the topic changed so quickly, but years of habit made him naturally pick up on Illiya’s words, even though he didn’t realize it himself.

"Am I... really that adorable?" Drow asked quietly, his voice so low it was barely audible.

Illiya sighed. "Drow, don’t doubt yourself. Have a little confidence. Otherwise, one day you’ll regret hesitating before. Sometimes, perseverance is a subject worth studying. Believe me, you really are adorable."

"Light Elves don’t lie."

As soon as those words were spoken, Drow keenly felt a connection to others. Just as he was about to resist, a familiar magic power swept over his body. He didn’t feel annoyed—instead, he was overjoyed.

The one reaching out to him was not just anyone.

It was his close friend (at least from his own one-sided view)!

This realization was like treasure, filling him with excitement that immediately pushed away the awkward and tangled thoughts that had just occupied his mind. He completely forgot them.

When Illiya caught sight of a certain dark elf beginning to look pleased, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was still an underage light elf—how could he possibly have the skill to soothe a child? Once outside this small private realm, elves simply could not bear to see tears from other elves or other races in front of them.

It really was very strange!

Especially considering that sometimes, even Illiya himself couldn’t calm himself down.

After pacifying the dark elf, a familiar wave of drowsiness swept over his body. His mind started to grow hazy and confused, blurring the line between reality and existence. The overwhelming tiredness made him want nothing more than to simply collapse and fall asleep on the spot.

Drow still felt somewhat uneasy. "But Illiya, you two should keep your distance. This is responsible behavior for both sides."

Under the influence of a foggy-headed buff, Illiya didn’t dwell on the hidden meaning behind the dark elf’s words. He merely nodded perfunctorily to show he understood.

He turned around and waved his hand backward in farewell. "Drow, I understand your intentions, so don’t worry about me—"

"Drow, you also need to take good care of yourself."

Drow opened his mouth but didn’t say a word. He was never the type to be talkative; normally, he spoke very briefly with others, and when he wanted to say more, not a single word came out.

In the end, he could only watch Illiya’s carefree figure fade away.

Drow lowered his head, hiding the worry in his eyes.

Maybe he really didn’t need to worry anymore.

The developments in this life were already very different from his last life, and new people had appeared around Illiya—people who hadn’t been there in his previous life. Many things had changed, and the final outcome might not follow the same path as before.

But could fate truly be escaped?

Drow did not know, but he hoped so.

His dear friend should be standing on the highest peak, looking down upon all beings, revered by all, not sitting fragile and ill like a porcelain doll in a remote corner of the continent, receiving only sympathy and sighs.

Illiya deserved the very best.

...

Illiya didn’t know why, but suddenly he felt extremely sleepy, as if he hadn’t slept for days. He was so exhausted that his eyelids were struggling to stay open. Under the interference of this drowsiness, the only thought left in his mind was "I want to sleep," and he wished he could immediately lie down.

Although he knew the sudden fatigue was very peculiar, Illiya had no intention of resisting it because his instincts told him there was no danger. If there was no danger, why fight the sleepiness?

Sure, but unnecessary. Who doesn’t want to be a salted fish that doesn’t even have to turn over?

With this salty-fish mentality in mind, Illiya had a strong desire to leave, so he didn’t ponder deeply the hidden meaning behind the dark elf’s words and thus missed the chance to catch the dark elf’s small flaws.

After handling things perfunctorily, he quickly go to his own room, heading straight for the large bed inside.

Standing before the bed, Illiya snapped his fingers. A burst of white light enveloped his entire elf form. Not long after, the white light faded, and his clothes had undergone a significant change.