The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 188: The Last Fool

In fact, it wasn’t just possible; it was certain, Yaguk Theocracy was likely the only nation on the main continent that hadn’t established diplomatic relations with the demon race.

Not "likely." Absolutely.

It was just...

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

"So what about you all?" The representative from the Baekrim League turned to look curiously at Seoryun, who had suddenly started laughing for no apparent reason. "So, what about Areuseon Kingdom? Have you secretly defected too? Because if you have, this whole thing just became ten times funnier."

Seoryun saw no reason to keep it a secret anymore. So, with a cheerful tone, he replied, "Of course we defected too—though I only found out about it recently."

The representative from the Baekrim League was momentarily stunned, but then quickly understood. It made perfect sense that the current king of Areuseon Kingdom had only just learned about the matter. After all, not a single monarch in Areuseon’s history had ever been reliable.

Now, except for Yaguk Theocracy, all the other nations had already reconciled with the demon race and defected quietly.

That meant Yaguk Theocracy had been the only one sincerely fighting with all their strength in every war battle?

That was honestly... too tragic.

Seoryun hadn’t expected things to spiral into such an uncontrollable direction, but honestly, the news wasn’t bad for them.

After pondering for a moment, he tapped his fingers gently against the tabletop.

The soft knock knock in the quiet room drew everyone’s attention.

When all eyes turned toward him, Seoryun flashed a radiant smile and said, "So, why don’t we discuss the war again? After today, the power structure of the main continent might very well be reshuffled. Not that it’s something we can decide, right?"

"Who can really say how things will end?" he continued in a leisurely tone. "In the end, it all depends on Yaguk Theocracy, doesn’t it?"

...

"...Regarding the new war plan, let’s put it to a vote," Seoryun declared first. "I’m in favor."

Nubilian Union: "No objections."

Baekrim League: "I agree."

Mumyeong Alliance: "Agreed."

Georyun Kingdom: "Agreed."

Haerim Kingdom: "Same here."

Dalhae Kingdom: "We have no objections."

And so, this was how the unspoken, mutually understood agreement among them all came to be.

...

From the moment the Pope assembled his army to the time they passed through the

border and entered the Demon Realm, his heart had been on edge the entire journey.

Because he had already secretly dispatched a small team ahead of schedule to the Demon Realm before the agreed-upon time.

And since each nation’s royal knights wore different uniforms, it was obvious—just by looking at their numbers—that Yaguk Theocracy had far fewer soldiers than the others.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice this point.

That was the only thing the Pope could feel grateful for. But at the same time, he was deeply irritated.

This clearly showed that from the very beginning, no one had taken this matter seriously.

To the others, the war was nothing more than a dispensable formality. Coming to the Demon Realm was merely going through the motions; once they received the gifts from the demons, they would leave.

Hah—what a bunch of short-sighted fools.

The Pope secretly looked down on the others.

His vision wasn’t as narrow as these people’s. His goal was to make Yaguk Theocracy stronger and more powerful, ideally securing its position as the number one nation on the main continent.

Soon, very soon, Yaguk Theocracy would rise to become the most powerful country on the continent.

Once this war ended, he would obtain a vast amount of resources.

With those resources, Yaguk Theocracy could develop rapidly in a short amount of time and surpass all the other nations by a large margin.

All it would take was...

The Pope lowered his head, a cold glint flashing through his eyes.

Who told you to show up all of a sudden? This is your own fault.

"Your Majesty." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Pope raised his eyes and looked at the subordinate beside him who had called out to him in a low voice. He signaled for the subordinate to speak quickly.

The subordinate lowered his head even further and calmly continued in a hushed tone, "They’ve returned."

Although the subordinate hadn’t clearly stated who "they" were, the Pope understood exactly who he meant.

They were the group he had secretly dispatched to the Demon Realm in advance.

Now that they had returned, it most likely meant that everything had been taken care of.

This thought surfaced in the Pope’s mind, and his mood brightened instantly, to the point that he couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Luckily, no one was paying attention to him at the moment, so no one noticed his strange behavior.

Having suddenly received such good news, the Pope found himself no longer resenting those who had opposed his plan just a few days ago.

In fact, he even felt a tinge of sympathy for them, crocodile tears, really.

In high spirits, he walked over to Seoryun’s side and reached out to give him a friendly pat on the shoulder, only to be dodged.

His extended hand froze mid-air, and his expression darkened.

A shadow passed between his brows, though it quickly disappeared.

Seoryun gave a false, insincere smile and spoke with exaggerated politeness, "I’m sorry. I don’t really like physical contact with others. I’m sure you understand, right?"

The Pope was caught in a bind. He couldn’t say yes, but he also couldn’t say no.

In the end, he had no choice but to swallow his frustration and force a smile, "Haha, why would I mind? But really, why does everyone these days have such strange quirks? It’s truly bizarre." He was just one sentence away from outright calling him a freak.

But Seoryun didn’t take the bait. He pretended not to understand, gave a polite smile, and walked away from the scene.

Once Seoryun turned and left, the Pope’s expression suddenly darkened completely.

His eyes turned cold and filled with malice, as if he was about to skin someone alive.