The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 93: A Dreamy Encounter with the Sage

The complex white robe with gold trim vanished, it was replaced by a pale yellow nightgown resembling a long skirt. The nightgown was very simple, without any elaborate decoration, but it cleverly added subtle details in the fabric.

The neckline and sleeves of the nightgown were trimmed with lace, and the sleeves were trendy puff sleeves. The overall style of the nightgown was completely different from Illiya’s usual demeanor. The nightgown was irresistibly cute, while Illiya himself represented the noble and resilient nature of bamboo.

The elf’s meticulously braided golden hair was now loose, it was falling smoothly without a single stray strand.

After preparing himself into a state suitable for sleep, Illiya happily climbed onto the bed, pulled up the covers, and got ready to sleep.

As soon as his head touched the pillow, sweet and deep sleep immediately enveloped him. Not long after, the quiet room was filled with the sound of steady, gentle breathing.

Illiya fell into a deep slumber, thinking he would just sleep through until the banquet began.

But reality was different from his expectation. The moment he closed his eyes, he "woke up" again. Though calling it "waking up" wasn’t accurate because he wasn’t truly awake; rather, he had awakened inside a dream.

Yes, Illiya was very sure he was inside a dream.

After all, where else in the real world would such a dreamy scene exist? Whose candy would float in the air? Where would the sky turn pink?

A fantastical scene paired with whimsical decorations making it twice as dreamy.

It was just way too girly.

Such an illogical and overly cute outfit made Illiya certain of his situation. Now, all he was waiting for was the mastermind behind this scene to appear. If no one was behind this setup, he simply wouldn’t believe it.

Could it be that his mental power had mutated?

Pfft, that was absolutely impossible.

The reality was no different from what Illiya had imagined. Indeed, someone had gone through great lengths to make Illiya fall into a deep sleep and even arranged such a girlish scene within Illiya’s mental realm.

However, what surprised Illiya the most was not these events themselves, but the "mastermind" behind it all.

When he clearly saw who had appeared, Illiya’s pupils contracted slightly, and his expression showed a brief moment of shock. Yet, years of cultivated etiquette quickly helped him hide this abnormal reaction, and he bowed respectfully to the newcomer.

"Good afternoon, Sage Miletus," Illiya said with a respectful tone.

The figure standing before Illiya was none other than the legendary one of the Seven Sages—the one ranked third among them, Sage Miletus.

Sage Miletus’s clothing was exactly the same as the portrait Illiya had seen back in Haneulseong City. He wore a black hooded robe that cloaked his entire body, making it impossible to discern his face. In the raised hand, he held a signature crystal orb, with golden light swirling inside, shimmering and flickering mysteriously.

Sage Miletus nodded reservedly, clearly confirming his identity.

Illiya straightened his posture, slightly lowering his head, and glanced at the ground—looking left, then right, carefully avoiding eye contact with Sage Miletus. It was just too, too awkward. The memory of previously moving all the relics left behind by this person was still vivid. And now, to meet the actual owner directly—wasn’t that just too coincidental?

So coincidental that Illiya felt deeply guilty and found it hard not to suspect Sage Miletus had come to settle accounts in person.

But... sages wouldn’t be so petty, would they?

Illiya wasn’t sure.

Because he suddenly recalled what his teachers had said about the sages, and he found himself unsure how to interpret it. According to his teachers, no matter how much the continent praised the Seven Sages, it was all a lie meant to fool naive people. Those older than him knew the Seven Sages’ bad tempers and personalities well.

People said the sages were powerful, good-natured, kind, and humble. But was that really true?

No. Except grudgingly admitting the first point, the rest of the descriptions were nonsense. It was even more false than saying elves had a laid-back, non-competitive personality.

This was all what his teachers had said.

So Illiya really couldn’t figure out the purpose of Sage Miletus’s visit this time and didn’t know what to say at all.

As a result, the atmosphere immediately turned heavy and silent.

Sage Miletus, who had been quiet for a long time, waited patiently but received no words from the young elf across from him. Finally, he could no longer hold back and started losing his patience.

He didn’t want to speak first. After all, the one who speaks first looks uncool. Who with high status would ever be the first to speak when facing others? It was always others who spoke first.

So why did it have to be him now?

What was wrong with this elf? Didn’t understand the unwritten rules at all!

Sage Miletus felt wronged—very wronged—but a sage didn’t complain.

He felt awkward in his heart, hesitated a moment, but still couldn’t help speaking, "Aren’t you curious why I pulled you into your mental realm? Or rather, don’t you hate my actions?"

"I used magic on you, and I entered your mental realm openly. I believe you noticed the environment inside your mental realm."

Illiya nodded, showing he had indeed seen it.

Now it was Sage Miletus’s turn to be stunned.

The elf standing before him looked completely clueless, clearly not understanding the meaning behind his words. Illiya’s eyes were clear, showing no trace of negative emotion. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Sage Miletus thought deeply.

This shouldn’t be happening.

He pondered for a moment and tentatively continued, "Aren’t you angry?"

Illiya shook his head, denying it. "No, why would I be angry?"

Tobe said, "I invaded your mental realm and even knocked you out."

Illiya responded, "And then?"

Sage Miletus was confused: ?

Illiya chuckled lightly, "Did you hurt me? Did your actions cause me any harm?"

"Nothing happened, right?"