Towards the Unbeatable

Act 523: Conscious

'Why is he....?' Meanwhile, in Shea's mind, he still did not expect to be defeated by his own target youth.

His mind is refusing to let him down now.

How could this possibly happen?

'... So powerful?'

Shea does not understand, but she already relies and executes a good plan that is impossible for others to do.

Has he been hiding his true strength?

Did ya?

Or maybe he is weaker?

CAN'T BE!

Shea balked at the thought that came.

'I am not weak!'

Meanwhile, he has been impaled at his vital point, a bitter reality that he does not want to admit forever.

He was not even fast enough to drain the forces of nature to withstand the surprise attack of his enemy.

It truly did not reflect the legend of a half strong elf.

Why did things turn around so quickly? And he only faced two little ones?

It turns out that not everything is predictable.

Why did the young man still not care?

Didn't he really consider him an enemy?

Why did he change so quickly?

Why did he become so cold as if he was a different person?

As questions arise, Shea seeks the best way for her to get out of the situation.

"If only you...." Danny closed his eyes, his eyebrows dropped and his lips trembled.

His tone still showed determination, yet he so heavily uttered it.

Danny's not done yet, he doesn't want to stop in the middle like this.

Meanwhile Shea then fell silent for a moment, it felt like something was different from this young man.

Somehow the half-elf was not as ambitious as before, and now he was just silent.

'Why is he....?' Shea watched carefully how the young man's face, for some reason it didn't feel foreign.

A stranger cannot possibly express such an expression to her. Shea was indeed looking forward to this moment, the young man finally looked as if he really knew her.

After a while of waiting, finally the young man again acted like this. Time to get into action and show off the true strength of the elf race!

But somehow Shea still did not do it as well, he was instead seen to continue to pay attention to how the expression of the young man who had attacked him was.

How could half an elf seem to be paying attention to his opponent alone and not taking advantage of this golden opportunity?

Wh why? Why is he even quiet?

'Why is he so sincere?' A question riddled his heart. This was not the first time the target acted as if he knew her.

But somehow this time, for the first time he felt something was different.

Though he could have now used the power of the regeneration stone and easily turned things around. But he didn't do it.

'Why... is she crying?' Shea unceasingly watched how the young man seemed to endure the pain, truly an emotion he had never seen before.

What's wrong with her? Does he feel pain? Where was that cold expression?

"Ce.. cilia...."

'That name....'

Shea was silent, even from the first time the young man called it that way.

Though the name used to be completely foreign to his ears, but now his feelings are no longer the same.

Wh why?

Whose name is that?

How many times did that name come from him?

Shea was not trying to understand, she was even fully aware she could take advantage of this situation.

Just a little more, the goal was achieved....

Reverse this situation end the young man and claim his victory!

It was so easy, but why was this half elf still silent?

What else is he waiting for!?

That way he could get the demon king's recognition, wasn't that what he wanted from the start?

It is not about race differences, indeed race is something that is brought from the beginning and cannot be changed.

Shea knew she could not turn into a demon, but she could strengthen her position as another race among demons.

By gaining such trust and gaining influence of course he does not need to think about anything else.

There is no need to bother being on the losing side.

This mission was almost successful, all the honor and recognition of people was in sight. He could live proudly with the race that would rule this world.

And a golden opportunity was before him, Shea could feel the strength of the young man churning and opened up a great opportunity to turn the situation around.

But why didn't he do anything?

Why does his intellectual ability seem to be stalled here?

Regardless of what she had to do, Shea still still did not turn her eyes on the young man.

'I want to know who Cecilia is....' The half elf had already thought nothing of his original purpose.