Chapter 103: Waking the Elf
Anos understood now—what was there left for him to not understand? He understood perfectly, as if he had achieved sudden enlightenment.
These guys had been standing here, locked in a long staring contest, because no one dared to wake the blond-haired elf who was still sleeping in bed. And there was only one reason for the situation to have come to this point: the elf had a bad temper upon waking up.
What would happen if someone dared to wake up a person with morning temper?
No need to ask—either you got hit or you got hit.
He was no longer the clueless newcomer to the Demon Realm. His butler had already educated him on the nature of elves. Elves were a people who appeared aloof and hard to approach—and they truly were. Don’t be fooled by their slender, delicate bodies that looked like they might be blown away by the wind. In reality, elves revered strength and were especially adept at using it to solve problems.
As the saying goes: if something can be resolved with force, can it even be considered a problem?
In short, waking up an elf with a bad temper was equivalent to getting beaten up by said elf.
Anos was now utterly filled with regret. Why, oh why, did he have to push open that door?
He admitted it. The people of the main continent were exactly as his butler had described—definitely not good people. Maybe he really should stop being human. Being human was too hard. Being a demon was much more fun.