There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!
Chapter 173: First Spark Of Rivalry

Chapter 173: First Spark Of Rivalry

"Perfect. I will wrap this up and you wait for a while." Luis responded to the Winged Serpent. "Oh, by the way, my head priest wishes to speak with you. I advise you to do that while waiting."

"Oh? Alright, Great Moon Elf Lord," the tree spirit affirmed although he is a bit confused as to why the Moon Elves’ head priest wanted to have a conversation with him.

Nicol politely stepped up and said his apologies and exposed his connection with the former Moon Elf Lord, Flamion.

"Well, I don’t get why you had to be the one to say sorry when you’re not the one who wronged me but if me saying my forgiveness will make you at ease then I don’t mind saying it," the little tree spirit innocent response to Nicol’s apology is rather brutally honest.

So honest that it made Nicol look pathetic.

Luis almost choked on his saliva after hearing the little spirit’s piece. He felt sorry for his trusted subordinate but he is digging the sassiness that is hiding in the innocence of the little tree spirit!

"My Lord," He heard Ilian call him. Luis is in the final part of healing this chubby fellow.

"What is it?"

"I think your creation looked magnificent. But..." Ilian trailed off. "Is it just me or does the snake’s head really resemble something... unholy?"

"Ilian. You know I am skilled in healing now, right?" Luis gave the sweetest and most saintly smile on his lips. "I think I can quickly heal crushed bones easily now. Wanna try?"

"Ah, hahaha," sticky sweat started to drop down Ilian’s forehead. "I think we should prioritize going back now?"

"Okay, I wouldn’t be too late even if we do it later."

"My deepest apologies to you, My lord!"

Ilian jumpily stood up and bowed his head thrice.

"Seems like your discomfort is completely gone now. Go on," Luis shooed Xagrien’s chubby best friend away. He fears that if they speak for long, he would die holding his stomach due to excessive laughter.

There is only one patient now and it’s the one who has the most terrible condition. Ali was still lying on the ground with only a piece of blanket that separates him from the grassy ground.

Luis silently crept towards the man and started doing his thing.

The man slightly opened his eyes and his deep voice sounded husky, "Thank you so much, My Lord."

"It’s no big deal, really," Luis answered abruptly.

"I feel ashamed that you had to see me in my weak state like this," Ali’s face was downcast. An expression that is totally different from his usual self.

Gone was the dangerous aura and the sad boy persona was turned on.

Luis noticed this oddity but he just shook it off. "Well, nothing’s wrong with showing your weak side. Besides, it’s not like you’re exposing your weaknesses when people saw you pathetically sprawled on the ground at one point."

Silence ensued after Luis’ words. He is not sure what this man is trying to do nor is he interested. He didn’t even bother himself when he felt Ali’s silver eyes almost poking holes in his face.

Seriously though, what is wrong with this man?

That question popped up inside his head as he continued the excruciating healing session with this man.

But again, Luis didn’t react or confront the man. He is just focused on doing his job.

"It is okay now," Luis finally said.

His nature’s energy was infinite and not much of his mental strength was spent yet he felt like he did a strenuous activity.

"Can I ask to be presumptuous, My Lord? Can you help me stand up?" Ali asked.

Thinking that Ali must have felt a little numbness, Luis ignorantly reached his hand to the red-haired man.

Ali gladly took it and used it as his support.

The patriarch of the Isan Clan stood up in a seemingly feeble manner. "Thank you so much, My Lord."

"It’s okay, Can I take my hand now?"

Luis saw Ali nod his head and after that, the grip on his hand loosened.

"Let’s go back to the Woodrill Plains now, everyone." Luis enthusiastically said to his subordinates as he approached them.

Unbeknownst to him, the red-haired patriarch behind him was shooting a malicious smirk at his man.

Xagrien’s eyes almost turned red to the extreme anger that he is currently feeling. He saw how that damn man held his bearer’s hand. No one knows that at that moment, he wants to kill someone so hard.

Only the thought that he is already mates with his bearer kept him from violently charging at the bastard.

"Let’s go?" Luis’ voice broke his discreetly forming killing intent.

"Let’s go," Xagrien answered firmly.

The Moon Elf Lord was flabbergasted when his man reached for his hand and kissed it so passionately in front of his subordinates.

Red blush instantly occupied his both cheeks and even the tips of his pointed ears are as bright as ripe cherries.

Tremblingly, Luis telepathically spoke of his threat to Xagrien. [If you don’t stop... I will fucking suck your soul through your dick, Xagrien!]

Well, he is a pervert but that doesn’t mean he could control his heartbeat especially if it is caused by his willful beloved man!

"Ahhhh!!" Rean’s squealing doesn’t help at all. It only made Luis more conscious of the situation.

"Aw! Aw! Stop abusing your mate!"

Luis doesn’t know if he should laugh at Legland who is receiving slaps on his arm or at him who is uselessly trying to keep his expression under control.

However, before this flowery moment continued, Xagrien popped it himself.

"The Woodrill Plains is waiting for us. Let’s go." Underneath those purple orbs of the man was the triumphant look.

He possessively wrapped his arm in Luis’ lower back and guided him towards the waiting Baku.

Everyone has their own thoughts on the scene that happened.

However, no one has an unkind reaction like the red-haired patriarch of the Isan Clan.

’You are that arrogant just because the Moon Elf Lord accepted you. Let’s see if you can keep that position for a long time.’

Since no one knows how to read minds within the Moon Elf Lord’s people, they manage to reach the Woodrill Plains without a hitch.

"Holy shit," That is the initial reaction of the Moon Elf Lord upon seeing the unbelievable changes on the land.