What mattered more was figuring out how to soothe this sulking Light Elf.
Seoryun looked utterly resigned. The way he gazed at Illiya was filled with tolerance—like a parent looking at a mischievous child.
Yes, he had figured out that Illiya wasn't actually mad. The elf was merely pretending to be angry. Most likely, this was all just a bout of mischievous teasing.
Come on—he was the King of Areuseon Kingdom. There was no way he couldn't see through such a petty little act. But would he call Illiya out on it directly?
Of course not. Instead, he chose to play along.
Letting himself be "accused" like this could help smooth over any hidden tension between them. Why not go with the flow?
"So, Illiya, just tell me what you want me to do. After all, I was the one who made the mistake first."
Illiya no longer kept up the act.
He had only wanted to test Seoryun—try to see if he could get a better read on him.
The dark elf, Drow, was a fairly low-profile individual.
