Leaving Archades City (Part 2)

"Be careful with your words," the Elven King gently pressed his finger against Ilodyer's lips.

His silver hair cascading down, and reflecting the blue sky outside.

"Sorry," Ilodyer said, "But besides in the forest, it seems I've lost the power of my spirit speech."

"Although the Evergreen Glade Forest is rich in magical elements, which can enhance your spirit speech abilities..." the Elven King smiled, "...there are still many things that words can't accomplish. It doesn't mean your ability with words is lost, it's just that some things are too powerful for words, or your abilities aren't sufficient."

"It's practically the same thing," Ilodyer said dejectedly, "Hmph."

The Elven King laughed, his laughter always so elegant.

He never showing indifference or mockery on his face.

Ilodyer thought, perhaps even if he did show a mocking expression, others wouldn't notice it.