CHAPTER 73: THE ELF KING'S WISH (1)
"You're... The elf king?" I questioned, repeating his words.
"Yes, I most certainly am." He answered with a sweet smile.
"Nah, that's cap." I waved my hand in front of my face, making a 'no' motion.
"A bottle cap?" He tilted his head in confusion.
"No, I mean that's a lie," I explained, "the elf king should be surrounded by bodyguards and such. And yet, look at you, strolling here all by yourself and greeting four strangers so casually."
"On the contrary, why would I need protection if I'm the strongest elf alive?" He said with a polite smile on his face.
"Even the strongest of all has their weak moments." I retorted.
"True, but I have no care for such needless fear. If I die, then I die." He chuckled.
"...Elena didn't tell me that the elf king is a lunatic." I said to Jeanne, who looked shocked, confused, and ready to fight at the same time.
"My view is just a bit different. Does that make me a lunatic?" He questioned.