Just an Elf [Western Fantasy]

Main story complete, bonus chapters updating daily.

*Sunny, cheerful, actually sensitive, pampered young master Gong × noble and aloof, actually offbeat, naturally quirky Shou

Warm on the outside, cool on the inside × cool on the outside, warm on the inside

The person most affected by pressure and the person least affected by pressure

Albert: I'm just teasing you. Actually, as long as my partner is here, nothing else can stress me out.

But Alfonso would never pressure me, hehe.

Really?

Hehe.

After graduation, Albert fell out with his family to defy an arranged marriage and formed his own adventuring party. He cobbled together a yellow-haired middle-aged man, a demon who was good with magic, and a young lady who'd been forced into the group.

It might not sound very serious, but in truth, they were a disorganized mess.

But what was done was done. There was no turning back.

All Albert needed now was an archer.

He and his party members had handed out flyers everywhere and were sitting idly on the street when the demon's voice urgently summoned them back to the mansion.

There, Albert met an elf.

Long hair like golden moonlight flowed down, lightly tied behind his head. His emerald eyes were tinged with blue, like the clearest lake, and twin rings on his long ears glimmered like stars

Oh my god, he's really an elf.

Albert's heart pounded as if it had been struck, but he forced himself to stay calm and greeted him with the most perfect smile of his life.

Then he discovered that his elven teammate was not only perfect-looking, but could hit a target from a hundred paces. Afraid the elf might leave, he immediately invited him to join the party.

On the way back to their rooms, Albert walked beside the elf, overjoyed, sneaking glances at him from time to time.

The demon hadn't let herself get carried away. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she twirled a strand of hair and asked in an apparently casual, but actually probing, tone, "Golden-haired elves seem pretty rare. Does that mean something special?"

The young elf calmly replied, "I dyed it."

Everyone: ?

Albert: ?

...Wait, what?

Elves dye their hair too???

Later, Albert discovered that this was far from the most noteworthy of his elven teammate's talents.

A lie.

Well, by then Albert was used to it.

After all, Alfonso was an elf unlike the ones described in books.

Just an elf, that's all

He liked him so much.

The very short version

Alfonso: (just breathing)

Albert: Mom, I'm in love.

Actually, they're each other's number one supporters, and both of them have wonderfully unusual thought processes.

Time once stretched on endlessly, but luckily, no matter when, I held your hand in mine.

Looking into your eyes, I tell you:

All I've ever wanted in my life is this, and nothing else.

Notes:

1. Both leads' first time, no switching, no reversals.

2. As mentioned above, Alfonso is irresistible to everyone.

3. It wasn't dyed.

4. There are several side couples at different stages, but the main couple is the focus.

The cover is something the author doodled themselves (.)

I didn't expect it to look so girly (scratches head). Whatever, it's cute ❤️

The character cards and illustrations are also just for fun, drawn by the author. I'm not a professional, so please go easy on me qvq

Here's a preview of my upcoming novel ✧٩(ˊωˋ*)و✧ Gold-Filled Mansion

Please add it to your collections qvq Don't wait for a big backlog, please. I'm bowing to everyone here orz

(Starts December 3, 52 main-story chapters, 8 bonus chapters)

Black-bellied, spoiled-princess-syndrome, jealous Gong x shrewd, stubborn Shou who knows when to yield

Also known as: My Young Master Can't Possibly Be This Cute

Zhao Fusheng: You know you were wrong, right? I do.

Will you change? No.

Fusheng was exceptionally handsome, especially the naturally bright red mole at the end of his right eyebrow, which gave him a delicate, charming look. Yet his personality made everyone in the manor both love and hate him.

He was certainly lovable. But this remarkable young master was obsessed with sneaking out to play with cats and dogs, roaming the streets.

He mingled with all sorts of people and indulged in every pleasure, even drinking himself silly in defiance of the manor's rules. He was unruly and reckless, and never learned from his mistakes.

Everyone in Chang'an knew that Wenwen, heir to the Marquis of Anming, was refined and impeccably mannered, a model of the perfect gentleman.

Zhao Baiyu and Fusheng were master and servant, but they had known each other since childhood and shared a deep bond.

Although Zhao Baiyu was often seething over a certain someone in private, no one else knew what went on in their courtyard.

Besides, Zhao Baiyu considered himself the primary spouse. Surely he should have a little dignity and magnanimity.

Though he had very little.

But at least he had some. What more could anyone ask for?

Zhao Fusheng: I wouldn't dare QVQ

In reality, he very much dared.

Going to the Moonview Pavilion was one of the greatest taboos.

He never learned his lesson, and he never knew when to stop.

Only a few people knew that Zhao Baiyu had an exceptionally sharp sense of smell.

Whenever he caught the irritating scent of face powder, whether it was Zhao Baiyu or Fusheng, they both knew there was no turning back.

The long whip usually kept in its case would then be placed in the young master's hand

They would tie the two of them together for three days and three nights, never leaving each other's side.

Zhao Fusheng: .

So childish. Doesn't that hurt? Wouldn't a silk ribbon be better?

Zhao Baiyu: Heh.

And on the night he came of age, it was still the two of them. The young master, who had seemed so detached from worldly concerns that day, held his page's hand, pressed his face close, and begged him to call him by his courtesy name, Liuming.

A few days later,

Zhao Fusheng, sore all over and near tears, said, "The silk ribbon isn't better! Not at all!"

Zhao Baiyu smiled with satisfaction and coaxed him gently. "I thought it was wonderful. Shall we do it again?"

Later, everyone who heard about this didn't know what to say, but Zhao Baiyu didn't think there was anything to discuss.

He'd only taken a servant into his bedchamber. What was there to make such a fuss about?

They were already promised to each other. If Fusheng didn't understand his feelings, why would he have let him do that?

Meanwhile, the person who'd been ready to grab a bucket and run for the hills from the moment they slept together: ?

Who understands this??

...Me???

It wasn't until the marquis fell gravely ill that the young man, dressed in elaborate finery, went to the bedside of the long-suffering lord and knelt beside the young master.

Everyone was shocked, and a commotion broke out. He simply said, "Uncle," then took up the power to command the vast wealth of the world.

A legend of the martial world said that whoever possessed the paired seals of "Gold Supreme" could control all the world's wealth.

Only then did people understand that the page who had never acted properly for a single day couldn't be described simply as "life is a dream, so enjoy yourself while you can."

The words "wealth and honor" were not enough to describe him. If he had to be summed up in one phrase, it would be as bright as the moon.

Here, gold and jade fill the mansion.

My love, come home drunk.

Reading notes:

1. Both leads' first time, no switching, no reversals.

2. They start with max affection, already at the conquest-complete stage. No blood relation.

3. No groveling arc, but the Gong does turn cold and act like Wang Baochuan.

4. The protagonist is rich, and gets super rich later on. Basically the richest in the world.

5. Although this is a fictional setting, the novel explains why the marquis's heir is called a Shizi. Please don't nitpick, okay? Chirp chirp.

Theme: Toward a bright future.