The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 50: After the Mist Clears

In any case, why did you have to reject Bearnard’s proposal with such stubborn consistency for ten straight years?

If you hadn’t, maybe today wouldn’t have happened.

The knight expresses his sympathy.

Please, rest in peace.

And just like that, Illiya and his group dramatically took down the Fallen.

Even after the black mist had completely dispersed, they still felt somewhat dazed, as if they couldn’t quite process what had just happened.

Seoryun stroked his chin and said, "Weren’t the Fallen supposed to be really hard to deal with? That was oddly easy. Could this one have been an exception?"

Darius offered a comforting smile and said, "At least it’s over, right? Maybe we just got lucky."

Eoryun nodded in agreement. "Who would’ve thought that Drow’s magic would be effective against the black mist? It’s something none of us could’ve predicted. But hey, as long as the problem’s solved, right?"

This time, Illiya uncharacteristically stayed out of the conversation. Instead of joining in, he remained unusually silent.

His mind was now filled with all sorts of conjectures.

The false king’s mention of a "Demon King" was something he couldn’t ignore.

Shouldn’t the offerings be for the corrupted ones?

Why the Demon King?

As far as he knew, there hadn’t been a Demon King in the demon realm for hundreds of years.

Aside from that, the unusual behavior of the dark elf also drew his attention.

From the first time they met, he had noticed that the dark elf showed an unusual amount of warmth toward him and paid him more attention than anyone else.

And with this latest incident, Illiya refused to believe it was merely coincidence.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the pitch-black bow Drow had stowed away was, in fact, the legendary Bow of Light once wielded by the God of Light — a divine relic said to have been left behind on the continent after the "Dusk of Majesty" ended.

Heh. The demon realm was fascinating, and so were dark elves.

Apparently, it’s not just humans who confuse elves — even dark elves can leave them scratching their heads.

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After the fake king’s death, Seoryun began to formally addressing the issues left behind in the Areuseon Kingdom.

These included irrational tax policies and the behavior of those unruly nobles.

Every noble who had been present that night was fined by Seoryun for various reasons.

The fines ranged in size, but the result was the same—they were all made to cough up a significant amount of wealth, as if a large chunk of flesh had been carved from them.

Under Seoryun’s swift and decisive actions, the corrupt atmosphere in the royal capital was purged within just over ten days.

The signs of prosperity were already beginning to show.

Like a spinning top, Illiya worked tirelessly day after day, attending to countless matters.

Even a certain former personal knight who had resigned more than ten years ago had been dragged back into service and was now busy once more.

In contrast to all this hustle, someone like Illiya and his companions suddenly appeared particularly idle—and therefore more "of an eyesore." freewebnøvel.coɱ

"You bunch of loafers, stop loitering in front of me. Just looking at you ruins my mood."

These were Seoryun’s exact words.

Not wanting to get in the way of the king and his knight’s duties, Illiya sensibly disappeared from their view for the time being, sticking to the principle of: if not summoned, I will not appear.

"So why are you here, Narae? Aren’t you supposed to be the king’s personal knight?" Illiya turned to the black-haired knight squatting beside him and asked with curiosity.

Logically, Narae—being the legitimate personal knight—should be with the king at this time.

His presence here seemed odd.

Something wasn’t right.

Narae let out a long sigh.

Still sticking in his squatting position, he lifted his head to gaze into the distance, his voice heavy with sorrow. "What kind of personal knight am I now, really? Your Esteemed Elf, please don’t joke like that. I was personally appointed by the fake king, not by the real one. So honestly, wouldn’t it be even more bizarre if I showed up in front of the real king?"

Illiya didn’t entirely agree with that line of thought.

"Let’s not get into whether you were the fake king’s knight or the real king’s. Let’s talk about how Areuseon Kingdom managed to hold itself together for over a decade under the fake king."

Narae: "..."

"Your Highness, isn’t that quite the leap in topic?" Narae protested. "Areuseon Kingdom’s stability over those years is thanks to the real king’s influence, not the fake one."

"Then why are you hesitating?" Illiya asked, relieved that Narae had finally reached the heart of the matter. "If the credit doesn’t belong to the fake king, then surely you have an idea why you were chosen as a personal knight in the first place?"

Narae froze.

A shocking thought formed in his mind.

His eyes widened instinctively, his expression struck by disbelief.

"You... I... you..."

Illiya raised an eyebrow. "You what? I what?"

"So you’re saying that my appointment as the fake king’s personal knight may actually have been orchestrated by the real king behind the scenes? That would mean... I might actually be the real king’s chosen knight after all?"

A flush rose in Narae’s dark bronze cheeks.

He looked like he was floating on air, as if a golden fortune had just fallen from the sky and struck him square in the head.

"Narae, are you still planning to squat here next to me?" Illiya asked pointedly.

Narae immediately shook his head and sprang to his feet. He brushed the dust from his clothes, face glowing. "Thank you so much! Thank you for enlightening me today—I’m so happy! Your Esteemed Elf, please enjoy the scenery. I’m off to report for duty to His Majesty!"

With that, Narae took off like the wind.

Watching the black-haired knight cheerfully disappear into the distance, Illiya shifted his gaze awkwardly, a tinge of guilt in his heart.