The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 199: Poker Face and Prophecies

Despite having been beaten up back then, whenever Sebastian encountered a new pairing of light and dark elves, he still found his hands itching.

After all, these two were still young. Even if he pushed things too far, they would not be able to beat him with their current strength.

With that in mind, Sebastian started to feel a strong urge to act.

Demons had always been creatures that acted on whim.

And so, with the thought in his head, Sebastian decided to act on it.

He strutted past Drow with exaggerated nonchalance, pretending to simply be passing by. He acted as though he had not just been spying from the shadows.

Not only did he walk directly past the dark elf, but then he stepped back several paces with dramatic flair, stopping in front of Drow.

His expression grew exaggeratedly animated, and then, in a tone of great "surprise," he said, "Eh? So Drow, you do have other expressions after all? We’ve been around each other for so long, and this is the first time I’ve seen you show anything besides that deadpan face."

Drow’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Before he could fully raise his guard, he heard those irritating words spoken in a voice all too familiar.

Truly, it was enough to leave any elf speechless.

After being so "kindly" reminded, Drow’s expression immediately faded, returning to his usual blank look. He lowered his head slightly and said nothing, as if he had not heard a word Sebastian had said.

He genuinely did not want to waste time having a ridiculous conversation with Zebastian. If not for the fact that he still could not defeat this demon in front of him...

That thought only made Drow more determined, more desperate to grow stronger.

Even though he had clearly been dismissed, Sebastian did not become discouraged. If he were the sort to give up so easily, he would never have become the Chief Steward of the Demon Realm.

He continued treading on the dark elf’s patience and began openly testing him. "I’m just surprised, is all. You’re still young. Don’t be like your elders and keep that face frozen all the time. What if your sould-bonded partner gets tired of you? Look at Illiya—he’s always smiling. You should learn from him. If you keep talking in such a dry and stiff way, and always have that poker face, Illiya might get annoyed and stop talking to you altogether."

Drow: "..."

His fists clenched.

Seeing that the dark elf was on the verge of lashing out, Sebastian quickly tried to smooth things over. "No no no, let’s talk it out, not fight. Fighting wouldn’t be good. Besides, am I not just telling the truth? These days, speaking the truth is risky enough..."

Before he could finish, he caught a glimpse of Drow’s tightly clenched fist from the corner of his eye. He immediately swallowed the rest of his words and changed tack. "I just wanted to help you loosen up. You’re still so young, yet you bottle everything up. You never share anything with others. If Illiya saw you like this, don’t you think he’d be worried too?"

At the mention of Illiya’s name, the anger Drow had been holding onto—as if it were a burning fire—was suddenly doused like a bucket of cold water. It extinguished in an instant. He instantly returned to being the quiet, docile tail that followed Illiya peacefully wherever he went, unbothered by the world.

Sebastian could only sigh inwardly at how ridiculous it all was.

As expected, the dark elves were truly a double-standard group. Even after all these years, they remained the same as ever, not the slightest bit changed.

Although he was teasing the dark elf, the bored Sebastian could not help but feel curious enough to ask what exactly was troubling the dark elf, who seemed to have eyes and heart only for his soul-bounded partner.

"Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?" Sebastian finally revealed his real reason for approaching. "Drow, you probably don’t realize it, but you just looked like you were about to go take revenge. I think if there had been an enemy standing in front of you just now, you would have already taken them down."

When Drow heard that, he instinctively pressed his lips together.

He had probably realized the same thing himself.

He did not want to leave a bad impression in Illiya’s heart, did not want to be the silent type who never said a word.

He did not want Illiya to worry because of him.

His soul-bounded partner should be happy.

Seeing the dark elf’s attitude soften a little, Sebastian let out a breath of relief. That meant the conversation ahead would be much easier.

"Then Drow, can you tell me what’s making you so uneasy?" Sebastian asked, testing the waters.

Drow thought about the matter that had been troubling him. It didn’t seem like something he couldn’t talk about. So he had no intention of hiding it, and directly answered, "It’s nothing. I just feel a little uneasy."

"Because of the war?" Sebastian accurately pointed out the core of the issue.

It wasn’t that he could divine the answer. His guess had a solid basis.

The only thing that could shake a dark elf’s heart was their soul-bounded partner. But not every dark elf was fortunate enough to encounter their soul-bonded partner. That meant not all dark elves would form such a bond. As a result, the already emotionally muted dark elves became even more indifferent, caring about nothing, except for occasional emotional fluctuations when facing the Elf King.

In the dark elves’ worldview, soul-bonded partner> Elf King > fellow dark elves > everyone else.

Yes, aside from the top three, all other races were lumped into the category of "everyone else" by the dark elves.

Tsk. Truly double standards.

And the reason this particular elf was anxious had to be because Illiya, had decided to participate in the upcoming war. Not openly, of course, but by staying beside His Majesty the Demon King, as part of a dual-layer security measure.