Travel Together

"Don't you think saying that would hurts my pride?"

The Elven King smiled, "Your pride isn't about these things."

"Hmph," Ilodyer turned his head.

"Is evergreen glade forest's rain season, which occurs every hundred years, it's the time when the barrier power is weakest?"

"Why ask this so suddenly?" The Elven King picked up a thin blanket and draped it over Ilodyer's body.

"Would you like some warm milk?"

"No..." Ilodyer replied.

"I just wanted to know."

"Oh, I see," the Elven King nodded, while simultaneously tucking the ends of Ilodyer's black hair.

"Ah... by the way, didn't you go to the Tower of Prophecy last time?" Ilodyer asked.

"Yes."

"Did the prophecy reveal anything?"

"...No."

"Really?"

"False."

"Hey," Ilodyer held onto his hair, and not allowing the Elven King to wipe it.

"I'm seriously discussing something with you, Father."