The King's Trick and the Knight's Misery

Illiya finally couldn't hold back and corrected him, "It's 'charming and elegant'!"

The black-haired knight was startled.

How did this elf know that?

His hand instinctively clenched, but there was nothing to grasp.

His fingertips only touched his own palm.

"After all, His Majesty is handsome and dashing, charming and elegant, and as graceful as a jade tree..." Eoryun continued reading without any emotion.

The black-haired knight immediately turned to look at him.

When he saw the familiar "note" in Eoryun's hand, his entire being fell apart.

The black-haired knight: !!!!!!

Save me!!!

Just as Eoryun was about to keep reading, the black-haired knight hastily interrupted, "Stop! Stop!"

Eoryun cooperatively shut his mouth.

"So when exactly did the note fall to the ground?" the black-haired knight couldn't help but ask.

Illiya replied, "Since you started speaking in long paragraphs."