The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 119: The Butler’s Performance

Sebastian had finally been waiting for the moment when His Majesty the Demon King would lose his patience. When he heard the Demon King’s voice, he too let out a sigh of relief.

Praising His Majesty was genuine, but the initial motivation was not so pure.

If it had been the previous Demon King standing here, Sebastian’s plan to sweet-talk would never have been so successful. This must be the joy of having a cub-like Demon King.

Truly, it was a delight.

However, the most important thing now was to properly wrap this matter up—starting and ending it cleanly—so that no one (especially the Demon King) could catch any loose ends.

"Eh?" Sebastian feigned surprise as he turned to look, raising his voice a few octaves. "Your Majesty, you came specifically to see me? I’m really so happy!"

The Demon King would definitely be moved; in His Majesty’s eyes, Sebastian imagined himself to be full of surprise, with reddened eyes, looking as if he wanted to say something but held back.

"Look at me, look at me!"

Sebastian silently chanted in his mind.

But contrary to Sebastian’s imagination, Anos, upon seeing his steward turn around, felt that the entire demon city’s atmosphere went wrong.

Why did he deliver such an emotionally charged line so dryly? Someone who didn’t know better might have thought he was reciting a textbook. No, even reciting would probably have had more feeling.

His tone couldn’t be corrected in an instant, but couldn’t he at least change his expression?

That half-smile combined with the steward’s sharp aura could easily scare the demon children, and could be called a childhood trauma.

The more Illiya looked, the more twisted and discordant it felt.

He couldn’t help but shiver, goosebumps rising along his arm.

He hastily lowered his head, avoiding looking at the steward’s overzealous "performance."

Though, dear Sebastian, he knew what emotions you meant to express—but could you please not perform it like that?

It’s really terrifying, okay? Demons can be scary, but at least don’t...!!!

"Hahaha..." Anos was left speechless, only able to laugh awkwardly. His eyes darted around, looking everywhere but ahead, making the whole demon look guilty as if he had done something wrong and hadn’t escaped yet, caught firmly by fate at the back of his neck.

Tired, flustered, at a loss.

He was just a cub; why did he have to experience this kind of thing?

Sebastian was completely unaware of the changing atmosphere around him and remained deeply immersed in his "perfect" performance.

"Your Majesty placing me in your heart is already something I am deeply grateful for. Even though Your Majesty could easily be a hands-off ruler, you still choose to come yourself, and that truly moves the demon heart," Sebastian said excitedly, even exaggeratedly pulling out a handkerchief to wipe at his eyes.

He wasn’t lying.

Every Demon King in demon history had been a hands-off ruler, and except for major events (like wars between races), they generally didn’t bother with other matters. Combined with the naturally aggressive bloodline of demons, it meant they were inherently unsuitable for jobs requiring long-term presence in one place (like paperwork).

This Demon King Anos was different from past ones. Though young in age, with little cunning and immature methods, he was—

Very earnest, eager to learn, and diligent in handling daily affairs, even personally leading the demons to labor.

He was far too independent, which made them unaccustomed.

"Your Majesty is really especially, especially kind," Sebastian emphasized once again.

Anos’s mouth twitched involuntarily. He didn’t know how to respond to his steward’s words, nor why he would sigh like that.

He just wanted to get past this topic quickly and move on to the next event. Let the upcoming memories cover the current ones so he could start self-deception, telling himself the embarrassing moment in front of his friends never happened.

"So, where exactly were we going again?" Anos bluntly changed the subject.

Sebastian smiled faintly, knowing he had already achieved his purpose and followed the Demon King’s lead.

"The place we’re heading next is something Your Majesty has been looking forward to for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Anos’s eyes brightened. Instantly, he knew exactly where they were going next.

Thinking of this, he chuckled softly, took a few steps, and went to the elf’s side, slinging an arm over the elf’s shoulder like old pals. "Although it can’t compare to your elf race, for the demons this already counts as a big improvement. For now, I won’t tell you exactly where we’re going, but you’ll know once we get there!"

"But there’s one more thing I’ll need your help with later—hoping you can give us some advice, since, after all, you’re an elf."

Illiya: ...

Thank you, I think I know what it is.

Ever since Illiya left the Elven Forest, he truly realized how deeply misunderstood the elves were by other races. The stereotypes of elves seemed to be engraved in their bones.

In the eyes of others, elves were supposed to be proud, noble, and indifferent to everything. If an elf did anything beyond that narrow scope, they would immediately receive a barrage of astonished stares.

It was as if everyone was saying: "Aren’t elves above all mundane concerns? How could you possibly do something like that? Are you sure you’re even a real elf?"

He still remembered when he and his companions had been in that border city of the Nubilian Union. The news that an elf had actually opened a shop in a city full of unscrupulous merchants had shocked everyone around them, no less than a massive explosion would have.

Though honestly, Illiya had been pretty surprised himself.

He had no idea how these things got around, but no matter what race someone was, they all seemed to believe that elves were born knowing how to plant things, and that their planting skills were outstanding. People even blindly believed that elves had the power to bring life back to the dead—at least for plants.