The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 104: Morning Mayhem

The Demon King reached out again, patting the elf’s arm in another attempt to wake him. Since he had already gone this far, he figured—why not keep going?

He was going to get beaten anyway.

Right at that moment, the elf lying on the bed stirred, rolled over onto his back, and placed a hand over his eyes.

Anos rubbed his chin and quickly forming a rough hypothesis about Illiya’s movements—he was waking up.

Damn, he really had woken the elf!

And the elf wasn’t trying to hit him!

Holy crap, that was brag-worthy material right there!

Illiya’s next movements confirmed the Demon King’s prediction. Every step played out exactly as Anos had hoped, fueling his growing smugness.

Once Illiya was "fully awake," the Demon King tilted his head slightly and cast a scornful glance at everyone else in the room.

See? The person none of you could wake up—I did.

He truly was a brave, clever, and exceptionally lucky King of the Demon Realm.

Anos looked around at the others with an air of smugness, his eyes filled with disdain.

At this moment, his confidence was sky-high. He had even managed to wake an elf with a notorious case of morning temper—so what else could possibly be difficult for him?

With that thought in mind, the black-haired king felt as if he could already foresee how smooth his future path would be, how radiant his prospects were.

He was thoroughly pleased with this assumption. His mood significantly improved, and his whole demeanor became more relaxed.

"Hey, I thought it was going to be something serious," Anos said, forcibly suppressing the upward curl of his lips and maintaining a neutral tone. "I get it, really. You all just couldn’t bear to wake up your friend. You care about him, and you wanted to let him sleep a little longer. I totally understand where you’re coming from. Naturally, none of you wanted to play the villain here. I get it, truly."

"However, I must apologize to you, Illiya, for disturbing your sleep. That really wasn’t very considerate of me."

Darius and Seoryun were left stunned by Anos’s sarcastic remarks.

At that moment, they couldn’t tell whether they should be more surprised by Illiya’s lack of a morning temper or whether they should speak up to refute the demon king’s words—to point out that Illiya actually did have a morning temper, and that the lack of an outburst probably just meant it had already been unleashed earlier.

Regardless, anything they said now would feel empty and powerless, like a death row prisoner struggling meaninglessly against his fate.

Darius and Seoryun wrestled with their thoughts for a while... and then gave up altogether. freeweɓnøvel.com

Illiya, following Anos’s actions, smoothly got out of bed. He no longer had to maintain his stiff, motionless pose, nor pretend to be asleep.

When acting, one had to go all in: look half-asleep, keep a calm expression, and maintain an unfocused gaze... Everything had to look perfectly natural—ideally evoking the reaction, "This elf looks so dazed and so cute, I just want to pet him."

Though he didn’t quite understand what his teacher meant when they often said "just want to pet him," he did know it was a positive phrase—and using it in this context didn’t seem wrong.

Having fully committed to his performance, Illiya-the-Drama-King naturally didn’t miss a single word of Anos’s self-praising speech.

The entire time, Illiya maintained a = = expression.

He really wanted to tell Anos, "Your tail is raised so high behind you—it’s totally giving away your emotions, do you realize that?"

Illiya was utterly exhausted emotionally.

When he turned to glance at the others, he noticed that they all wore expressions of silent suffering, wanting to speak but stopping short, their faces heavy with seriousness.

Illiya: ......?

Now he was the one hesitating to speak.

Was it possible that this Demon King had never actually practiced sarcastic small talk with others before? That would explain why his remarks weren’t particularly polished—and even came off as rather awkward to an elf’s ears.

Which led to the real question: what was going on with you two humans who’ve eaten more salt than rice? One of you has ruled a kingdom for twenty or thirty years, and the other is a seasoned swordsman with vast experience—how did you two get tripped up by such weak tea?

He wiped a hand across his face without a care for appearances—he truly didn’t have the face to look at his two companions right now.

If you’re falling for this level of basic manipulation, you must be feeling guilty, right? Right?? Right???

Well then, serves you right.

Finally realizing why no one had bothered to wake him up, Illiya cursed them thoroughly in his heart.

But if the human king and the great swordsman stayed in this state much longer, they’d probably have a meltdown once they finally processed what had happened.

Being a relatively conscientious elf, Illiya wasn’t about to let that happen. So he spoke up, cutting off the demon king’s self-congratulatory monologue: "Maybe I’ve just been too busy lately, and my mental state has suffered as a result. When your nerves are constantly tense and suddenly relax..."

Illiya trailed off, deliberately leaving the rest unsaid.

"It’s actually pretty normal to end up like I did today and not be able to wake up," Illiya said with a teasing tone. "Although I do admit, it was wrong of me to make the host come and wake the guest. That’s just not appropriate."

"So, I owe His Majesty the Demon King an apology here."

Anos, being a mature adult, was well-versed in the art of pleasantries. And now was the perfect time to engage in polite conversation.

"Oh, not at all. I should apologize. When organizing the dinner, I failed to consider the guests’ actual condition. That was a lapse on my part. I hope you won’t mind and can forgive me."

Illiya: "Oh, not at all, you’ve already done very well."