After listening to the Elf King's words, Aya and Tiran were in a predicament.

What the hell is this? What's going on? How do we handle this? Can't you help us, boss?

"Don't be like this," Tiran slumped on the table, feeling down. "Could the Elf King help us out? Can't he cut us some slack? Otherwise, you can just pretend you didn't notice us."

If it doesn't work with the Elves, they'll probably encounter the same problem in the other races' godly realm, and besides, it's estimated that Angel is also on the way. It's too risky to run around. So no matter what, they have to deal with this Elf King.

"Aya, how about you make use of your Dragon's abilities and drag this Elf King back to train him into a yes-man?" Tiran mysteriously said to Aya through their contract.

"Shut up, don't say anymore. The Elves already have a bad impression of us, what else do you want me to do? Besides, he's a Holy Rank, if it comes to a fight, I'll be the one being trained. And... he's a man just like me, how can I train him, damn it!" Aya said through gritted teeth. But on second thought, how would you describe two boys who look like girls being involved with each other?

Wait a minute, what am I seriously thinking about!

"Have you two made a decision?" the Elf King asked, sitting silently, waiting for Aya and Tiran to negotiate. There was a hint of urgency in his tone. After all, no one knew when Angel would return. If Angel arrived before they left, Alamat would have to fight even if he didn't want to.

"Well... no," Tiran rubbed his hands and still refused to give up. Tentatively, he asked, "Is there really no room for negotiation?"

The Elf King stared at him in silence, his determined gaze said it all. Coco helplessly shook her head beside him. She had pleaded with her father earlier, but it didn't shake Alamat's decision.

Although Alamat usually doted on his daughter, when the matter rose to the level of the safety of the entire Elf race, personal relationships could not be measured on the scale.

"Your Majesty Alamat," Aya lifted her head and asked, "did you just say that the Elf King is the representative of the will of the Elf god in the mortal world, just like Angel?"

"...Yes," Alamat was puzzled, wondering why she suddenly brought up this topic.

"Does that mean you have to obey the words of the Elf god?" Aya persisted.

"Yes." Alamat became more oppressive as he realized that the dragon was trying to buy time.

"Then, have you asked the god's opinion about this matter?" Aya asked, bracing herself under Alamat's increasingly unfriendly gaze. "I promise, after asking, as long as the Elf god tells us to leave, we will immediately leave Alda."

Alamat frowned, stared at Aya for almost a minute, making her scalp tingle and shiver, thinking that the Elf King might slam the table and shout, "How dare you speak out! Drag this arrogant person out and behead her!" Then, two guards with swords would come in and drag her to the executioner's block...

Fortunately, things didn't develop as Aya had imagined. The Elf King nodded in the end and said, "Fine."

Then, he took out a scroll from his pocket and slowly unrolled it on the table.

"Huh? What? Wait, isn't it said that the Elf god communicates through the World Tree?" Tiran looked at the scroll, which resembled a chat software interface, with his eyelids twitching. What the hell is this thing! Have the Elf gods evolved to this level already?!

"Oh, the World Tree is the usual route, but because the palace is very close to the World Tree, using this special tool here can have the same effect... Although it's my first time using it," the Elf King said faintly, his eyes seemingly filled with a hint of mocking smile. "What's wrong? Doesn't the progress of the times allow for our technology to be updated and upgraded?"

"... Very forceful," Tiran covered his face, wondering if this guy had already seen through their thoughts.

The rules inside the World Tree forbid it, so even the Elf King can only use the power of the ordinary class when entering. In other words, he may not be able to control himself and Aya when they get there. As long as they can escape and delay until Angel arrives, that would be fine.

"Hey, this is not what we agreed on," Aya glanced at Tiran.

"What can I do? I'm also desperate," the princess said, indicating that she had no other choice. Well, they should consider continuing to run or find another secret realm.

However, at that moment...

Crack.

The Elf King suddenly crushed the teacup in his hand, his eyes slightly twitching, his face filled with shock and surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Tiran noticed that something was wrong with Aramthe, curiously asking.

As if not hearing, Aramthe remained petrified, but Keko leaned in and glanced, her expression instantly became colorful. Aya and Tiran, facing them, looked utterly confused at the father and daughter performing facial expressions.

"Keko?"

"Dear sister... take a look for yourselves."

The Elf girl picked up the chat scroll from the table and showed it to Tiran and Aya.

"I can't read Elf script..." Tiran felt speechless.

Although he couldn't read Elf script, the interface on it was exactly the same as the chat software he remembered. Amazing! Could it be that this Divine Person also went to Earth and internet chatted?

"Oh, I almost forgot," Keko knocked her own head, then cleared her throat. "This is what the Elf God said—"

"You've been annoying me. Just let those two brats in, and it doesn't matter what happens between Angel and them. Why bother with so much talk? By the way, Aramthe, you as the Elf King can't handle such small matters on your own? Do you know how busy I am lately?!"

The Elf girl seemed to be making a great effort to imitate the impatient attitude of the Elf God's words, but her clumsy effort appeared quite cute.

But that's not the point. The point is... isn't the tone of this Elf Divine Person too casual? Even the princess couldn't help but question her own perspective. Seriously, is that really a proper Divine Person and not some ridiculous being like Akua?

Shouldn't the Divine Decree be in a serious and formal style? Even if it's not some fancy godly words in classical Chinese format, at least give me a slightly more formal tone. What kind of chatting style is this?

No wonder the expression of the Elf King collapsed. Normally, the information received at the World Tree is processed into a normal style by the built-in processor. Unexpected answers, coupled with unexpected text style, directly made Aramthe's belief in the Divine Person plummet by several percentage points.

"Both of you..." The Elf King spoke, his smile filled with a threatening meaning. "If it's possible, I hope you won't reveal the contents of this conversation. Can you understand?"

Absolutely, absolutely can't reveal it, otherwise the belief in the Elf Divine Person in the entire Elf Kingdom might plummet down a cliff!

"We definitely won't. Please trust us," under the powerful pressure of Holy Rank, Aya and Tiran nodded profusely, sweating profusely.

"Phew, that's good," Aramthe nodded. "Once I find out that either of you has leaked something that shouldn't be said, I will chase you to the end of the world, even if it means staking the reputation of the Elf King."

The declaration of pursuit by a Holy Rank expert is already more effective than any magic contract.

"Uh, back to the original question, can we enter the World Tree now?" Aya, coming back to herself, asked with a hint of excitement.

"Yes," Aramthe's voice sounded a bit sulky. "This evening, the teleportation entrance to the World Tree will be opened for you. When Angel arrives, the door will also be opened for her directly. From now until evening is the time for your preparation."

Aya and Tiran exchanged a glance, seeing various emotions in each other's eyes.

They couldn't help but marvel at the ups and downs of life. Just three minutes ago, they were refused entry, and now they changed their minds directly. Although they didn't know who that divine Elf was, he really helped a lot.

After everything was settled, Aramte no longer detained the two. Soon, someone was sent to escort Tiran and Aya out of the Elf Palace. They also dispatched some people to constantly monitor the sky around the capital, so they could be the first to notice when the Angel arrived.

Tiran thought it was completely unnecessary. After all, that Angel brought blinding holy light wherever he went. Just one glimpse of his light would blind them from a distance.

"Well, it's their business now," Tiran said as they walked out of the palace gate, stretching with a yawn. "I haven't slept all night, and I feel exhausted. Let's go back and get some rest, Aya."

"Please don't phrase it in a way that could be misunderstood," Aya sighed, suddenly stopping in her tracks.

"Hmm?"

"What about Tiber... where is he?"