I Became My Elf King Character In A Game-Like World
Chapter 78: Someone’s Watching…

Chapter 78: Someone’s Watching...

The group of Giant Golems let out a collective, synchronized sigh, their massive stone heads shaking slowly, like ancient trees in a weary wind.

"Spirits..." one grumbled low. "They just don’t understand true Golem appeal! We are the peak of Golem perfection! Now, those Mountain Giants... they’re the ugly ones. Little more than overgrown, mindless brutes."

"Couldn’t agree more!" another rumbled in affirmation.

Listening to this back-and-forth, Renjiro couldn’t suppress a smile.

This was good. It proved the Golems, his living siege engines, and the delicate Spirits weren’t just unfeeling automatons built for destruction. They had distinct personalities, emotions, their own little squabbles and alliances.

He understood deeply that an empire built solely on mindless tools of war, no matter how powerful, would ultimately be hollow and cold. It needed these sparks of life, these individual spirits, to truly thrive.

"Your Majesty! How could you do this to me?!"

A familiar voice, tinged with playful accusation, broke his train of thought. Sylphie, the leader of the Unicorns, landed gracefully beside him, wings shimmering.

"Why did you leave without Sylphie? Sylphie is your sworn partner, your loyal steed! You can’t just leave Sylphie behind like forgotten baggage!"

Renjiro chuckled, reaching out to stroke the unicorn’s smooth, pearly coat. "I think Elaria might have had something to do with you finding me?"

Sylphie nudged Renjiro’s hand gently as the Elf King settled onto his back. "Elaria was worried sick about you going there alone! She ordered me to find you and protect you. Promise you won’t run off without me again, Your Majesty? Promise?"

Renjiro smiled down at his mount. "Alright, Sylphie, I promise. We will go together."

"You better mean it!" Sylphie replied, instantly brightening. With a joyous beat of powerful wings, the unicorn launched them skyward, effortlessly overtaking the Golems and soon catching up to the vanguard of Spirits and Huntresses navigating the jungle floor.

This left the Giant Golems to their slow, arduous trek.

While Sylphie and the Spirits soared above, and the Huntresses moved swiftly on panther-back, the Golems had only their own two colossal legs to navigate the dense, uneven terrain. It was tiring, cumbersome work.

"My strong and powerful brothers," one Golem lamented, "don’t you think we deserve mounts of our own?"

Another sighed, the sound like rocks grinding together. "And what creature could possibly bear our weight? No horse, that’s certain. Even a mighty mount would likely have its back broken."

"What about... Chimeras?" a third offered hesitantly.

"Hah! Those arrogant beasts pledge loyalty only to His Majesty himself! They think they’re royalty among monsters. I, for one, have no desire to experience the displeasure of a Chimera forced to carry me."

"And besides," the first added, "they’re always spitting acid or lightning! Nasty creatures, almost as irritating as those Spirit Dragons!"

"I’d salute your bravery if you said that within earshot of a Chimera!"

"Perhaps while it was sleeping soundly," the other mumbled. "Perhaps."

"What! Have you no shame? The Earth Goddess would blush at your lack of courage!"

"Pah! What has the Earth Goddess to do with us anymore? The Golem clans left her service ages ago! We have joined the Great Family of Nature, and our loyalty belongs solely to His Majesty, Elf King!"

"Well said!"

"Indeed!" the others rumbled, their loyalty absolute.

....

High above, the crescent moon cast a silvery glow over the vast canopy of the night forest.

From his comfortable perch on Sylphie’s back, Renjiro scanned the shadowy world below. The darkness held no secrets from his keen elven eyes.

He easily spotted them, the flickering torchlight marking the Mercenary Group as they pushed deeper into his domain.

’Fools,’ Renjiro mused, a faint smirk playing on his lips. ’To think they could slip unnoticed into my territory under the cloak of night. Oblivious to the fact that Huntresses magic owls have watched their every step since they crossed the border.’

....

Meanwhile, on the Mercenary side:

The Mercenary Group paused, the men catching their breath in a small, humid clearing.

An older mage, his face etched with worry lines, leaned heavily on his staff and addressed their leader in a hushed tone. "Captain... I cannot shake this feeling. It’s as if someone are watching us from the shadows. I’ve felt it for the last hour."

Garrick, the mercenary captain, turned. He was a man built for battle, clad in well-worn silver-grey plate armor. His square jaw was set firm, his eyes held the sharpness of honed steel, and he carried himself with an air of grim authority. "Watching us?" he repeated, his brow furrowing.

Leading the Mercenary Group, he’d taken a contract that sat uneasily with him, hunting elves in the depths of the Mirkwood for impatient nobles back in the city.

As a Guardian Knight, the mission chafed against every principle he held dear, but the sheer fortune offered had been a siren’s call too powerful to ignore.

Even a Knight sworn to uphold the sacred virtues could, it seemed, be swayed by the overwhelming allure of gold.

The elderly mage nodded, his voice low and serious. "I initially dismissed it as nerves, Captain. But I spoke with the other casters... they sense it too. This is no mere fancy; something is observing us."

Garrick chewed on this grimly. "Some type of nocturnal forest predator, perhaps?"

The mage shook his head, his expression troubled. "That’s what I’d normally assume. But... we’ve encountered very few beasts tonight, far fewer than expected. And those we did see were small, weak things. Not a single dangerous beast. It feels... unnatural. As if all the truly powerful denizens of this wood have vanished... or fled."

Garrick’s hand reflexively gripped the worn leather hilt of his greatsword, his knuckles turning white beneath his gauntlet. His piercing gaze swept the impenetrable darkness pressing in around their meager circle of light.

"Are you implying," Garrick asked, his voice dangerously low, "that the elves are involved?"

"Yes," the old mage whispered, unable to hide his fear. "Captain, perhaps... perhaps we should withdraw? And think this through about this again? If news spreads that the Mercenary Group are hunting elves... our reputation, hard-earned over years, could be shattered."

Garrick let out a short, bitter laugh that held no humor. "Reputation? That ship has sailed, old friend. Those nobles made certain of it. By now, every mercenary outfit from here to the city knows exactly why the Mercenary Group marched into this forest. They know we came for elves."