I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 43: Going Back To The City

Chapter 43: Going Back To The City

Renjiro’s words had been very clear. If the Ironcrest Merchant Guild failed to honor their agreement, Renjiro wouldn’t hesitate to wage a war against them... and for now he didn’t want to anger the Elf King due to this unknown means of their population growth from a thousand to tens of thousands in just a month and this transformation magic.

And that would be nothing short of a disaster.

Gorren turned to look at the captured knights and mages, who had been caltured and bind by the elves after their failed attempt to hunt unicorns.

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously said, "Your Majesty, would you be willing to release them? I assure you, they won’t be any problem now."

Taking a deep breath, he cautiously said, "Your Majesty Renjiro, would you be willing to release them? I assure you, they will never try to harm the unicorns again."

Renjiro smiled faintly. "Of course." With a graceful motion, he lifted his artifact weapon—The dagger. The moment he swung it, a soft ripple of magic energy spread through the air.

Then—

BAA!

All of the captured knights and mages instantly transformed into pure white sheep. A wave of magical energy filled the air as the newly transformed sheep stared at each other in horror.

Renjiro’s voice was calm. "This is a small punishment. Bring me two million gold coins in compensation, and I will lift the transformation. Of course, the deals regarding elven artifacts, mana cores, and goldwork trade will continue as planned."

Gorren’s face twitched with barely contained frustration.

"Your Majesty!" His voice carried a trace of anger.

Renjiro turned his sharp gaze toward him. "Do you have something to say?"

Gorren’s heart skipped a beat. "...Yes." He forced a smile. "I was just going to say that the fresh fruits and honey we brought with us will be a gift to you for this wonderful deal."

Renjiro nodded graciously. "Oh! Ho! Nice... Then I accept your gift."

Gorren’s cheeks twitched again. This Elf King... was utterly domineering.

Even though the deal had gone through, Gorren couldn’t shake the unease in his heart. With that in mind, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "Your Majesty, do you happen to have a binding contract for the Wyvern? Without something to keep it in check, I fear it might try to escape on the way back."

Renjiro turned toward the wyvern. "Will you run away?"

"Wuuuu..." The Wyvern frantically shook its head, its massive body trembling slightly.

Renjiro glanced back at Gorren. "See? It says it won’t, but you can create it later if you want."

"..." That deep, powerless feeling returned. There was nothing more he could do. With a resigned sigh, he grabbed Lyra, who was still reluctantly looking back at Renjiro, and led the Wyvern and the transformed sheep out of the elves’ territory.

....

The dense canopy of the forest cast long shadows over the path as Gorren walked ahead, holding his mage staff. A protective barrier shimmered faintly around him and Lyra, shielding them from any lurking dangers.

As for the Wyvern—

It ignored them completely, leading the massive flock of sheep through the forest as if it were their shepherd.

At one point, the wyvern cast a sideways glance at Gorren, but it quickly lost interest and looked away. Gorren sighed. At least it wasn’t causing trouble.

The wyvern had no thoughts of escaping.

After all... It had lived a life of absolute luxury in the Goblin Territory, where food was served to it whenever it was hungry. If it ran away now, it would have to go back to hunting magical beasts for survival, which was far too much effort.

It had already made up its mind. It was going to live like nobility in human society, where food and comfort were guaranteed.

Most importantly... It was terrified of Renjiro and did not want to do anything with him or the forest Where he lived.

If it tried to escape, and the Elf King lost its deal because of it... Just imagining that horrifying possibility made the wyvern shudder.

It wouldn’t run away no matter what! At that moment.

Grrr...

Its stomach rumbled loudly. The wyvern suddenly realized... The elves hadn’t given it a single bite of food or even a sip of water since yesterday.

It was starving. It glanced back at the sheep walking behind it. Fresh. Juicy. Right there. The scent of their meaty, gamey musk filled its nostrils, making its large mouth water. It hesitated for barely a second.

Then—

CHOMP.

With a swift motion, it snatched up a fat sheep, crushing its body effortlessly with its jaws.

Meeehhaawww—!!

The other sheep screamed in terror. Their faces twisted with pure horror. Even Gorren’s eyes widened in shock.

"STOP! Wyvern, stop!!" he shouted, his voice filled with panic. "That’s not normal sheep! They were humans! You can’t eat them!"

ROAR!!

The wyvern let out a thunderous snarl, baring its bloodstained fangs. Its eyes were fierce and feral, burning with an unmistakable predatory hunger.

Chunks of flesh and tufts of white wool were stuck between its teeth, and red blood dripped from its massive jaws.

The wyvern glared at Gorren... A silent warning. Gorren gulped hard. "Listen," he said carefully, forcing himself to stay calm. "Just wait until we get back to the guild in the city. I promise, I’ll let you eat to your heart’s content. I’ll prepare the finest, juiciest meat for you. Real food. Not these sheep, which are just fur and bones."

The wyvern narrowed its eyes. The Wyvern cast a look of pure contempt at Gorren before continuing forward.

It feared the ruthless Elf King, but this frail human mage? Not even a little. Gorren let out a sigh of relief as the wyvern dismissed him so easily.

Without wasting another moment, he hurried after it, pulling Lyra along while the terrified flock of sheep scrambled to keep up.

"Don’t panic," Gorren called out over the nervous bleating. "Once we return, I’ll immediately send you all to the priests or request to the Temple. They’ll dispel the sheep’s transformation with divine magic."

"Meeaaww! Meeahhw! Meehaaww!" The sheep, formerly proud knights and powerful mages, let out excited cries of hope.

Gorren’s eye twitched at the sound. He still wasn’t used to it. Not long ago, these same individuals had been high-ranking members of the merchant guild, standing tall with their gleaming armor and enchanted robes. In the noble districts, even commoners and slaves would kneel before them in respect.

But now? They were fluffy, panicked livestock.

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