After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 114 - 113 [Called], [Love] Will Be Blocked

Chapter 114: Chapter 113 [Called], [Love] Will Be Blocked

"Cassiopeia, what are you thinking about?"

Cassiopeia, who was asked this by her aunt, comfortably leaned back in the carriage. She looked at Wenresa Iluvita, who was lying opposite her in a more relaxed posture, and answered, "Eh? I just want to go find Yila and have some fun~"

Indeed, although it sounded like she was just going to find someone to play with, in reality, because of her status, ordinary things didn’t seem so ordinary. As the Elf King, was it really okay to so casually leave the World Tree’s territory?

"Nom nom nom~"

Watching Cassiopeia bite into a fruit as golden as gold itself, Wenresa, who had lowered her hood, helplessly shook her head and said, "Don’t eat all the Golden Apples meant for trade, and... eating too many might keep you up at night."

In this world, Golden Apples served a function somewhat similar to coffee; they could replenish a person’s physical and mental energy, quickly restore magic power, and help "recharge," aiding in "combat" and relieving fatigue.

Because of their purpose to replenish energy, they were highly favored by those indulgent nobles. Even though Golden Apples were very suitable for battlefield use, they were still rarely allocated to battles.

On the other hand, Golden Apple Tea was often used in the other kind of soft, fragrant, sticky, sweaty "battlefield."

However, this time, the huge caravan brought a substantial amount of supplies, flaunting considerable extravagance.

"No way~ I’ve brought plenty of resources."

What Cassiopeia said was true because this trade delegation had brought such a large quantity of supplies that it was less like a regular trade mission and more like a show of wealth.

It was like those characters in human novels who, faced with a nobleman looking down on them and about to marry their childhood sweetheart civilian girl, would dramatically throw down bags of Mana Crystals and bask in envious gazes to welcome a perfect ending.

These purely self-indulgent stories often included interludes involving dragon-slaying or winning the princess’s heart, a type of tale that bards enjoyed telling as well.

After all, whether or not one cared about the logic of the story, these kinds of stories always made money.

"So, are you planning to crash a wedding?"

Wenresa Iluvita’s logic and words were so shocking that Cassiopeia, who was usually a bit out of it herself, instantly short-circuited and didn’t know what to say.

"All right, maybe ’crash a wedding’ is a strange way to put it, but I can sense that you decided to bring countless supplies because you want to show off, to compare."

As Wenresa Iluvita said this, she looked at Cassiopeia, who had deliberately dressed up more beautifully, and said, "I’m not sure how much, but you definitely have that intention."

Before departure, Cassiopeia had carefully done her hair, fastened the Silver Moon Flower hairpin, and seriously adorned herself before setting off with the trade delegation.

No one would believe she didn’t have some special intentions.

"Well, maybe... a little bit?"

Cassiopeia said guiltily, making a small "a little bit" gesture with her fingers. Looking away from her aunt, she said, "At least let that Satan Ye see the Silver Moon Tree Court’s thousands of years of accumulation~"

Wouldn’t that be the same as crashing a wedding?

Wenresa thought this, lightly shaking her head, and said, "Does Yila know how you feel about him? Do you know what that feeling actually is?"

Talking about this made Cassiopeia instantly alert. She said confidently, "Ha, probably not. Anyway, Yila just sees me as a friend... but for me, it’s different."

"..."

Wenresa Iluvita didn’t know what Cassiopeia had to be proud of, but she cared about other parts at the moment. Studying Cassiopeia, she said, "Different? What do you think your feelings for Yila are?"

With those words, Cassiopeia instantly became bashful and couldn’t speak clearly. She said in a very soft voice, "Probably, probably love~ Hehehe~"

This naive Elf Empress seemed genuinely unaware of where her feelings came from or what exactly they were, but it was taken as love nonetheless.

Unfortunately, as her elder, Wenresa felt a need to remind her.

"It’s admiration and worship, recognition and friendship."

Wenresa said this, deconstructing her feelings as an experienced person while Cassiopeia was stunned. "You know your greatest contribution is being the Empress itself, rather than what you’ve done since becoming Empress."

"You admire Yila Elkaras’s determination, persistence, and dreams just like those protagonists in the novels you read because you know you aren’t determined, persistent, and lack dreams."

These calm and truthful words made Cassiopeia’s body stiffen. Wenresa paid no attention to her and continued, "You worship Yila, who has saved the day, and recognize Yila’s strength, which has solved your problems, thereby forming a battle buddy-like friendship."

"This is the essence of your ’love.’"

Wenresa Iluvita said this while lying down, watching the thoughtful Cassiopeia, and continued, "It might be hard to accept, but for the Eternal Species, a love that carves into the bone is rare, yet even a ’temporary infatuation’ is a long enough time."

"You know..."

Shaking her head, Wenresa ripped away the final pretense that Cassiopeia had used to cover her "love," saying, "You’re just too bored, looking for something to do."

In other words, Yila was like that toy in a store window that a child longed for but could not afford. It wasn’t something infused with love, but it was, nonetheless, covered in the thick filters of childhood fascination.

That’s all... perhaps?

"Yes, the Silver Moon Tree Court is indeed boring, and perhaps I just find Yila interesting."

To Wenresa’s surprise, Cassiopeia acknowledged her analysis very naturally. Facing her heart honestly, she continued, "But so far in my life, only Yila has interested me."

"I want to hear Yila tell fascinating stories, to snuggle with him for warmth, to laugh happily with him, to comfort him when he’s troubled, and to cry for his sorrow... and these, in human words—"

Cassiopeia looked at Wenresa seriously, putting the half-eaten Golden Apple aside:

"Are called liking."