The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 20: The Vanishing Dark Elf

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There will always be those who refuse to follow the tide, who insist on going against the current like a stubborn blade of grass.

Illiya suddenly understood why the city flower of Haneulseong City was the Moonlight Blossom Flower.

The flower symbolized purity, courage, and perseverance—qualities that he could now see reflected in this City Lord.

No wonder Haneulseong City had managed to hold onto its rich mines without being devoured by greedy forces.

"Uncle! I brought Drow here! What exactly do you want to talk to us about?"

A loud and carefree voice rang out from nearby.

Illiya and Darius turned toward the entrance of the reception hall, where they saw a familiar figure standing about ten meters away—Eoryun.

No, there was someone else beside him.

A person with an extremely weak presence—so much so that anyone with less perception would have overlooked them entirely.

Illiya curiously glanced at the figure standing next to Eoryun.

The person wore a black hood that obscured their face, and their body was wrapped in tight-fitting black clothing, leaving no skin exposed.

Even their hands were covered by black leather gloves.

This person...

Wait—this aura... This wasn’t a human; it was an elf!

Like a sudden realization breaking through a mental block, Illiya instantly understood.

Only dark elves possessed such exceptional concealment abilities.

If they had been noticed today, it was likely because this dark elf had let their guard down.

The dark elf also noticed Illiya’s gaze.

The fingers of their naturally hanging hand twitched slightly—a small movement that went unnoticed by most.

Under Illiya’s scrutiny, the dark elf unconsciously straightened their posture, standing as rigidly as a bamboo stalk.

"What’s your name?" Illiya asked.

"Drow. My name is Drow. I am a dark elf," Drow replied hoarsely.

Taking advantage of the hood’s cover, Drow openly observed the so-called Light Elf, a being revered across the continent.

Unlike the dark elves, who had black hair and black eyes, light elves had features that matched their name—sun-golden hair and bright eyes.

It was exactly as Drow had imagined before leaving the dark elf homeland.

Dark elves always have a soul-bound companion.

It could be another dark elf from the same lineage, a light elf who lives under the sun, or an even rarer kind of elf.

He was no exception.

This time, he had left his clan under the guidance of the moon, which told him that his destined companion would be a light elf roaming the continent.

Who could have expected that as soon as he stepped out, he’d be ambushed and, to his utter disgrace, sent straight to an auction house?

The City Lord had already explained to him how he was rescued.

The mere thought of it made Drow’s concealed ears turn pink.

As a dark elf, he was supposed to protect the light elf.

However, reality had slapped him in the face—his so-called "protected" had ended up being the one protecting him.

Stop.

This was too humiliating.

No matter how much Drow resisted in his heart, he couldn’t just stealthily slip away from here.

Not only did he have to stay, but he also had to deliberately avoid hiding himself completely.

In fact, he’d soon have to sit down and discuss matters with others.

Help.

The dark elf didn’t want to be here.

The dark elf just wanted to flee the continent.

That was Drow’s truest thought at the moment.

And, of course, what he feared most came true.

Just as Drow was tangled in his thoughts, the light elf standing by the guest hall’s entrance curiously walked over.

With a bright smile, he gazed directly at Drow’s hooded face.

Illiya’s delicate features were alight with amusement.

His tone was lighthearted, but his words made the already mortified dark elf want to disappear on the spot.

"So, you’re the dark elf who got tricked into an auction?"

Drow: "...???"

Wuwuwuwu, don’t ask Drow.

Drow knows nothing!

Previously, only the tips of Drow’s ears had been tinged pink, but now the color spread across his entire face, turning him as red as a tomato.

Overwhelmed by this extreme (personal) humiliation, he tensed up—and in an instant, vanished from sight.

Illiya, who had just witnessed a full-sized, living elf disappear before his very eyes: "?????"

Wait, what just happened?

He instinctively took a step back, glancing down at his own clothes before scanning his surroundings.

He was completely lost—what exactly had just happened?

If his eyes weren’t deceiving him, there had been another elf standing right in front of him just moments ago.

That elf was about his height, dressed in tight black clothing with a black hood.

But now, there was only empty space before him.

Seriously, a whole dark elf—just whoosh—gone.

Illiya was baffled.

Were all dark elves like this? Coming and going in the blink of an eye?

Today had truly been an eye-opener.

As Illiya slowly came to terms with this bizarre situation (rationalizing it in his own unreliable way), he decided to pretend nothing had happened.

Just as he was about to leave for the guest hall, the missing dark elf suddenly reappeared in the same spot.

Illiya: "???!!!"

This time, he nearly jumped out of his skin.

Drow had barely managed to recover from his social humiliation when he realized his sudden reappearance had just startled the light elf all over again.

Drow: QAQ

"I’m sorry! I... I didn’t mean to!!!" Drow blurted out, his voice carrying a hint of grievance.

After saying that, he anxiously looked at the beautiful light elf in front of him.

His elder back in the clan had once warned him: If your soul-bonded partner turns out to be a light elf, never offend them, because they are a bunch of petty—ahem—highly perceptive elves.

Drow could only hope that this elf would hear the sincerity in his apology and not hold it against him.