Chapter 8: He Is The Child Of The Elven King
"Hmm? This voice sounds somewhat familiar," Ilodyer looked at the Dark Hour Dreadfull Chime emerging from the mirror.
In the lingering twilight, Ilodyer could clearly see that the thing was actually Rhys.
"Ilodyer?" Rhys voice held evident surprise.
Ilodyer, clutching a pillow, stared back at him in astonishment.
The two of them remained frozen like that for a moment.
Finally, Rhys approached Ilodyer, took the petrified pillow from Ilodyer hand, tossed it onto the bed, and then opened the door.
"Mom, I have a guest in my room. Prepare an extra dinner."
Returning to the room, Rhys saw Ilodyer, who had been freed from the petrified state, examining the mirror on the wall.
The mirror had returned to its original state, reflecting a person image clearly, no different from an ordinary mirror.
Seeing those puzzled black eyes, Rhys smiled and pulled Ilodyer, who was leaning on the mirror, up.
"Rhys..." Ilodyer glanced at the mirror, "How did you come out of the mirror?"
Rhys smiled without saying a word, turned around, and sat on the bed.
Ilodyer followed him, took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and at the same time, hugged the pillow from earlier.
"I didn't say I wouldn't go back for dinner," Ilodyer pouted.
Rhys also removed his shoes, came up onto the bed, and sat beside Ilodyer. "Were you scared?"
"Hmph, isn't it just Dark Hour Dreadfull Chime?" Ilodyer hugged the pillow, buried his face in it, his voice muffled.
"Ilodyer..." Rhys lowered his head, catching a whiff of Ilodyer unique fragrance, "What is Dark Hour Dreadfull Chime?"
"It's just like you were earlier," Ilodyer replied uninterestedly.
"This is an ability I've had from before."
"Is this ability unique to you?" Ilodyer looked up, blinked curiously.
"Yes."
Ah! Unfair, why don't I have any abilities?
"So, what exactly is this ability?"
"It's a form of spatial manipulation," Rhys answered, "I can travel to any place I want through the mirror, but I can't go to very distant places yet."
Wow, could this possibly be the legendary... Doraemon Anywhere Door?
"Perhaps with more practice, I won't even need a medium."
What?
No need for a door anymore...?
Does this mean in the future, I won't have to pay for plane tickets either?
With a swift motion, Ilodyer flipped over, pressing the unsuspecting Rhys beneath him.
His black hair cascaded from his shoulders, scattering onto Rhys pristine white clothing. Delicate hands pressed against Rhys chest, "Truly... an impressive ability."
Under the backdrop of black hair, the skin appeared even fairer and alluring, bearing a healthy hint of soft pink. Soft lips uttered a voice as seductive as a temptation.
Rhys sighed, "But this ability has nothing to do with you."
"Ah? Why?" Ilodyer dissatisfied voice also held a touch of cuteness.
Rhys effortlessly flipped over, pressing Ilodyer beneath him while grabbing his resisting hand at the wrist.
"Because The Elven King forbids you from leaving here," Rhys lowered his head, gently kissing the black hair that scattered around Ilodyer neck, "And... don't just lie on top of a man casually..."
"You!" Ilodyer face flushed with anger.
"Alright, you two, stop arguing and come out for dinner," a lazy woman voice came from the doorway.
"Okay," both of them responded simultaneously and obediently got off the bed to put on their shoes.
"Rhys sister, it's been a while," Ilodyer walked up to the woman, smiled, his face still slightly red.
The woman appeared to be in his twenties, but in reality, she seemed about five hundred years older than Rhys. Impeccable figure, distinctive blue eyes characteristic of elves, lips slightly plump yet very sensual.
She might not be exceptionally charming, but exuded a unique charm that was unforgettable at first glance.
The woman nodded slightly, saying nothing.
Ilodyer went downstairs on his own. Rhys sister wasn't particularly strict about etiquette.
Rhys emerged from the room without saying a word, preparing to go downstairs, but he heard the woman distinct low and lazy voice, "He is the child of The Elven King."
"I am well aware," Rhys voice was as calm as usual.
...
"Hey, Rhys, can't you help me out?" Ilodyer had been persistently pleading since after dinner, but unfortunately, Rhys remained unmoved.
"I'll just go out for a little while, okay? Just a little while, the world most handsome Rhys, please?" Ilodyer entwined her fingers with Rhys.
Rhys offered a charming smile, "Your pestering won't work on me. Unless the Elven King agrees, you can't leave."
"Why?" Ilodyer released Rhys hand in frustration.
Rhys playfully tucked a strand of black hair behind his ear and with a teasing grin, he lightly smelled his own hair, "Who knows."
...
"Father..." Ilodyer opened the door and saw the Elven King getting ready for bed.
"What's the matter?" The Elven King stopped his action of removing his sleepwear and put it back on. (Sigh... Ilodyer doesn't like it when I'm not wearing clothes)
Wearing a white nightgown and holding a pillow, Ilodyer long black hair cascaded down like black silk. "Father, can I sleep here tonight?"
The Elven King got off the bed and also held a pillow, "Then I'll go sleep in your room."
"No, no," Ilodyer quickly grabbed the Elven King arm, "What I mean is... let's sleep together, like when I was a child."
Ilodyer snuggled into the Elven King embrace like he used to, "Father, hug me..."
The Elven King held Ilodyer close, "Is there something you want to tell your father, little one?"
Ilodyer pouted and rested her head on the Elven King chest, "No, I just feel like it's been a long time since I slept with you, Father."
"Is that so?" The Elven King chuckled, "Just that?"
He slowly slid his hand from Ilodyer shoulder, down his slender waist, and smiled, "After three years, you're still so thin."
Defiantly, Ilodyer placed his hand on the Elven King body, "And you've been alive for millions of years, yet you're still so... slender."
He stopped mid-sentence and suddenly sat up, pulling the thin blanket away.
"What's wrong?" The Elven King looked at him with amusement.
Ilodyer reached out and pressed against the Elven King chest, "Hmm... I didn't expect you to be so strong underneath, Father."
He hadn't noticed this before when he was younger, but now he realized that despite the Elven King height of around 190 centimeters, he didn't appear as muscular as a bodybuilder.
However, now that he saw his body wrapped in sleepwear, it was unexpectedly solid.
Bathed in the cool moonlight, the Elven King strong jaw and prominent collarbone revealed a well-built chest...
"Alright..." The Elven King caught Ilodyer delicate wrist as it moved across his body, his voice slightly husky.
Ilodyer stared at the Elven King, seemingly enchanted by something. He had only just realized that he was pinned beneath him, his gaze filled with an alluring desire as he looked at him.
"I'll give you a chance now," the Elven King suddenly flipped over, pressing Ilodyer beneath him, "What do you want to tell me? If you don't say it now, don't bring it up again."
As the Elven King pressed down on him, Ilodyer sank into the soft covers. The weight of his body caused him to let out a soft breath, "Um... Father... I mean... you, you need to let go of me."
The grip on Ilodyer wrist was slightly painful, and with his chest compressed, he struggled to breathe.
He shifted his body slightly to gain more air and realized that his knee had brushed against something hard... Of course, this was just a fleeting sensation, but what puzzled Ilodyer even more was that the Elven King seemed to have never used this tone of voice before.
The Elven King released Ilodyer wrist and moved away from him.
Ilodyer lay on the bed, adjusting his breathing before wriggling back under the covers and nuzzling his head against the Elven King shoulder. "Father..."
The Elven King emerald green eyes gazed at Ilodyer, even the white eyes behind his glasses seemed to be looking at him. "Do you want to say something?"
"Um..." Ilodyer sat up on the bed, "Father... I want to use Rhys ability to go outside the forest for a while, is that okay?"
"Not okay." The Elven King response was firm.
Ilodyer nestled into the Elven King embrace, wearing a slightly aggrieved expression. "Why not..."
"Because it's too dangerous outside," the Elven King voice held a hint of impatience, "Isn't that reason enough?"
"Father..." Ilodyer voice turned playful again.
This time, the Elven King simply turned his body away, "Enough, let's sleep. You're not allowed to go outside the forest. I'll take you there some other time."
"Father..." But you're the one who can't leave Evergreen Glade Forest.
If you take me out, Mother will be furious...
Ilodyer sat up and tugged at the Elven King sleepwear, shaking him, "Father, please let me go..."
"No." The Elven King was pulled around by Ilodyer, sitting up, "Be a good child and go to sleep. Don't force me to seal you within the barrier."
Ilodyer obediently closed his mouth, leaning against the Elven King with a look of dejection.
Seeing Ilodyer pitiful and adorable appearance, the Elven King sighed, "Fine, here's the deal. If you can find something where you can surpass me, then I'll let you go."
"No way, how could I possibly surpass you..." Ilodyer dragged out his words, staring at the Elven King incredulously.
The Elven King pulled him into an embrace, lying back on the bed. "Then figure it out yourself... Now, go to sleep like a good child."
With no choice, Ilodyer closed his mouth obediently.
What could he possibly find that would surpass the Elven King?
It was hard to imagine surpassing this ancient and still thriving rare elf.
What aspect could there possibly be that I could excel in...
I just can't imagine it...
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone