The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World
Chapter 178: Apology Tactics

Chapter 178: Apology Tactics

Eventually, it got so bad that even the roadside flowers and trees in the Demon Realm began to reflect the demons’ anxiety.

Illiya stared silently at the flowers and plants in front of his room, all wrapped tightly in protective magic arrays.

Like... was there any chance, just maybe, that the battlefield was going to stay out near the Demon Realm’s border, and wouldn’t even reach the Demon Palace?

Besides, hadn’t they already prepared everything?

Illiya honestly didn’t know what to say anymore.

As he stood there deep in thought, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

The touch immediately triggered Illiya’s long-held reflexes.

Without a second thought, he blinked and condensed magic in his hand, then swung it backward toward whoever was behind him.

If they hadn’t been prepared, that blow could’ve easily killed or crippled the person standing there.

But the one behind him seemed to have dealt with this kind of thing before.

He dodged Illiya’s strike with practiced ease, without even removing his hand from Illiya’s shoulder.

"You came over with some kind of plan, didn’t you...?!"

"Illiya is me."

Before Illiya could even finish his sentence, he heard a voice behind him, a voice he was more than familiar with.

It was that dark elf, the one who always charged headfirst into trouble with a covered face.

Illiya: "..."

Just because he was Illiya’s soul-bonded partner didn’t mean Illiya wouldn’t get truly angry.

Thus, the golden-haired elf who is now annoyed, instantly regressed into childish pettiness.

He didn’t want to deal with the elf standing behind him.

Instead of launching another attack, he sidestepped and deliberately shook off the hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

Drow cooperatively withdrew his hand, not daring to make the fatal mistake of touching Illiya again.

The only reason he’d been able to dodge Illiya’s earlier attack was because of experience from his past life.

If you accidentally touched Illiya from behind while he was deep in thought, you’d end up with a very miserable outcome, best case, you’d be seriously injured; worst case, you’d be dead.

Everyone who knew "Illiya" knew this was common knowledge.

Luckily, just like in his past life, Illiya still retained many of his small quirks.

For instance, even though he appeared on the surface like an untouchable flower on a distant peak, in truth he disliked talking to strangers, disliked deepening emotional connections with others, and especially hated it when someone touched him suddenly, particularly when he was thinking.

If you were that "someone," you’d be rewarded with a warm punch from a "close friend."

Fortunately, Drow had thoroughly memorized the trajectory of Illiya’s punches and could now ensure he wouldn’t get hit.

Sometimes, he truly felt grateful that he was a reincarnator.

"Illiya..." Drow lowered his voice, his tone low and dejected, sounding exactly like a large, downcast puppy.

And honestly, who could resist a big sad puppy?

Well, Illiya could.

Illiya shifted his body again, completely shattering Drow’s plan to rub his head and act all cute.

Drow was helpless. He had never known how to coax someone into forgiving him, neither in his past life nor this one.

Especially when the person he needed to coax was the most important person to him... That made the uncertainty and pressure even worse.

"Illiya, I was wrong..." Drow lowered his head, voice filled with remorse, looking every bit the picture of a pitiful soul.

Whatever else he got wrong, admitting fault seemed like a good start.

Illiya ignored him.

Drow kept up the performance.

"Illiya, there really won’t be a next time." He continued blaming himself while offering his solemn promises.

Illiya: ...

"Illiya, won’t you please forgive me~?" Drow gradually let go of all his self-restraint.

The words spilling from his mouth grew more shameless by the second, completely unbefitting of someone at his current stage of maturity.

In other words, Drow was acting cute!

A dark elf was actually acting spoiled!?

Shocking!

That was Illiya’s truest, most immediate reaction.

...He had the overwhelming feeling he was being played by this dark elf.

Illiya would never admit it out loud, but the truth was, he really couldn’t handle Drow when he acted cute.

There was no helping it. Once the dark elf had him wrapped around his finger, all Illiya could do was accept his fate.

He sighed and a sly glint flickered in his eyes. His voice took on a teasing lilt, "So, Drow, exactly what were you wrong about? Go ahead, list it out for me, one, two, three, four, five. Since you already know you were wrong, surely you’ve thought it through?"

Drow who clearly hadn’t expected there to be a follow-up question: ???

Drow was thoroughly stumped by what Illiya said.

He truly hadn’t expected Illiya to continue questioning him like that.

In their past life, this kind of thing had never happened.

Back then, the most Illiya would do was ask a second question and stop there.

However, now, in this new life... why had things changed?

Drow didn’t understand and he didn’t dare to say anything.

Because he had no way to deal with the situation, no strategy prepared.

All he could do was stammer wordlessly.

Under the weight of guilt, embarrassment, and all sorts of strange emotions, the pale-to-transparent skin of the dark elf flushed a soft red, giving him a bit more color.

Even his pointed ears were tinged with the same hue and he nearly bowed his head to the ground.

The entire elf looked pitiful and helpless.

Illiya watched the dark elf nearly curl up on the floor and felt a little speechless.

He honestly didn’t know how to evaluate the dark elf’s behavior.

So it turned out that dark elves really were bad at talking.

It even looked like they weren’t good at lying either.

No wonder, on the night before he left the Elven Forest, his teacher had told him, if he ever encountered a dark elf while traveling, he absolutely had to leave a good impression on them.