Adventurers, demons, and death.
Kings of humanity and demon kings.
Church and betrayal.
Kingdoms and nations.
King of the elves?
Like a sequence of lines of code executing all at once.
Ryan began processing all those thoughts as fast as he possibly could.
'How did I allow myself to go from being an adventurer in the hero's party to an exile, possibly wanted for treason and heresy... but what's even stranger is, why would they ask a human to be the king of elves? Isn't it absurd?'
Ryan looked at them closely, searching for any hint in their gazes or expressions that would give him the idea they were just playing a simple joke.
But who would play a joke at a time like this?
"He's in shock," said another of the elders who hadn't spoken before.
Ryan snapped back to his senses and looked at him.
