The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World
Chapter 175: Debts and Duties

Chapter 175: Debts and Duties

Perhaps... this was what legacy truly meant.

After finishing their discussion, Illiya no longer had a reason to stay in the room. He rose to his feet and prepared to take his leave.

Once the golden-haired elf had left, Sebastian finally relaxed.

The once upright and dignified demon collapsed bonelessly into his chair, as though his spine had turned to jelly.

He really wasn’t fond of social interaction.

Aside from handling the affairs around His Majesty the Demon King, he preferred to avoid all socializing if possible.

Unfortunately, he had made promises to others and that meant he had to do it.

Sebastian let out a sigh and, still slumped in his seat, allowed his thoughts to drift, trying to escape reality through sheer mental vacancy. But reality was merciless and offered no reprieve. It constantly squeezed him dry.

This... this was probably the true life of a corporate demon.

Only now, he wasn’t even working for the Demon King anymore—he was working for the elves. And the reason for this was because he still owed them favors from a thousand years ago.

Thanks to the relentless compound interest of emotional debt, he had no idea how many favors he owed by now.

After the elves secluded themselves from the world, he lost all chances to repay those debts and could only watch helplessly as the number of favors grew from ten to a hundred... then from a hundred to a thousand... Over so much time, the total was now unfathomable.

Even loan sharks weren’t as ruthless as these elves.

According to one of his creditors, the emotional debts Sebastian owed probably couldn’t be repaid even by the time he died.

Help. What else could he do?

Clearly, he never should’ve asked the elves for help in the first place.

He must’ve been blind in his youth to have believed that these elves were lofty, pure beings untouched by worldly desires.

When in fact, they were black-hearted, shameless beings with no conscience!

He was honestly about to cry.

As for this current arrangement involving the elf fledgling, most of it had been set up by the elders of that same fledgling.

Sebastian was merely responsible for refining the finer details of the plan, working hard to ensure the young elf wouldn’t notice a thing.

Sebastian sighed again, sinking deeper into despair.

At this point, he seriously suspected that the elves had been so enthusiastic about "saving people" a thousand years ago just to prepare for this moment today.

From what he knew, everywhere the elf fledgling was going in the future had already been arranged down to the finest detail.

He honestly had no clue what those bored, overprotective elf elders were thinking.

Did they just hate the idea of letting the fledgling travel alone?

Or did they feel his journey was going too smoothly, too peacefully?

Was it the former? Or the latter?

Either way, Sebastian believed it was probably both.

But what did any of this have to do with him?

Absolutely nothing.

He was just a pitiful corporate demon.

After letting his mind wander with a bunch of chaotic, random thoughts, Sebastian finally forced himself to sit up straight.

He then took out a magical scroll that could initiate a one-way connection.

A dark glow flickered across his fingertip, and the scroll slipped from his hand, hovering in the air as it unfurled.

A soft, milky-white light began to glow as a magical formation slowly formed beneath it.

After a few moments, the formation vanished, and in its place appeared a "mirror". Its core transparent, surrounded by a swirling ring of dark magic elements.

Before long, the "transparent" mirror began to show a human figure.

A person with golden hair and golden eyes appeared within the mirror.

At first glance, one would assume this person to be a devout follower deeply loved by the God of Light. But the unusually pointed ears made it clear what this "person" truly was—an elf.

If Illiya had still been present, he would have been shocked to see that the elf in the "mirror" was actually his teacher.

The moment Sebastian saw the poised and elegantly dressed elf in the mirror, his temper flared.

His tone turned hostile and sarcastic as he sneered, "Oh? Isn’t this our busy man the Elf King? You’ve really outdone yourself today, actually wearing formal clothes and looking so well-groomed. Are you preparing for some grand ceremony or something? How very difficult that must be for you."

Everyone from their era knew full well that the Elf King was a complete homebody.

He disliked any physically taxing activity and preferred sitting quietly in a corner with a hot-blooded novel in hand.

He normally wore casual clothing, prioritizing comfort above all.

If not for his striking looks, he would’ve come across as utterly disheveled but somehow, with that face, he turned scruffy into effortless charm.

This elf only wore formal attire during major public ceremonies.

So now, seeing him in such attire for no apparent reason? Of course Sebastian would seize the chance to mock him relentlessly.

The Elf King cast a disdainful glance at Sebastian. He hadn’t even said a word yet, but the scorn in his gaze was enough.

And that look, Sebastian could never stand it. Every time he saw it, he couldn’t help but feel like he was the fool in the room.

No. He was the most reliable steward in the entire demon realm, not some self-deprecating clown!

Taking a deep breath and forcefully suppressing the urge to lash out at the elf in the "mirror," Sebastian attempted to steer the conversation back on track.

"You—"

But the Elf King gave him no chance to redirect the topic. Without missing a beat, he cut him off and continued the previous line of discussion. "I wore this because I was worried little Illiya might still be around. As his teacher, how could I appear before him looking sloppy? A proper teacher should always lead by example."