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As the future High-Ranking among Elven, I was meant to be dignified and holy—but my friends never gave me the chance. One is a human prodigy turned "cripple" after an accident, determined to prove everyone wrong. Another is the Demon King, whose idea of preparing for war involves turning his entire race into farmers. As I watch my friends stir chaos in their own ways, I can’t help but wonder—how did I end up in the middle of all this?

The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World

Illiya's voice pulled Drow out of his reverie. Drow looked up and saw that Illiya was standing not in front of the third table but in front of the second.

Wait, wasn't he supposed to be sitting in the third seat?

Illiya was a little confused. He didn't understand why Drow remained frozen in place. Patiently, Illiya repeated himself, "Drow, your seat is here."

Thinking it over, Illiya added, "If you really don't want to sit in the second seat, you could ask Seoryun if he's willing to swap with you so that you can take the third seat."

After speaking, Illiya felt a bit uneasy and turned to ask the banquet host for his opinion.

The Banquet and the Seven Demon Lords