The Elf King & I [Book #1] [Original Version]

2~ |Who Did You Say You Were?|

As the five guys lunged towards the tall figure who was initially supposed to be the hero for the night, sheer courage immediately surged within Sean. He didn't understand why, nor did he have an idea of how. The only thing he knew was that he needed to save that person.

I need to do something, or else he is going to get beaten to death.

Sean wrecked his brain, trying his best to come with a smart idea to save the situation. His eyes began scanning the area to seek for something that could be used as a weapon. His gaze fell upon the back of a dumpster, where an old baseball bat was lying there.

Okay, this will do, Sean thought to himself as he rushed to pick it up.

If and only if life couldn't get any funnier, the bat's hand was coated with an oily substance leaking from household waste bags nearby, making it slip from Sean's grasp several times.

"Come on, Mr. Baseball bat. Someone is going to die!" Sean complained while struggling to hold the bat up. Frustration started to get the best of him that he couldn't hear any sound besides the rattling sound of the bat falling and rolling on the cold ground. After several more failed attempts, he finally came up with an idea to deal with the struggle.

Taking off his outer shirt, Sean wrapped his shirt around the bat and tried to pick it up again.

This time, he succeeded.

Taking a deep breath, Sean swirled, raised the bat, and screamed on top of his lungs as he charged forwards to where the fight took place.

"Yah!"

However, the sight that greeted him was something totally unanticipated. Instead of seeing the tall guy lay prone on the ground, looking beaten, Tim's gang took this role, for they were rolling and groaning in pain.

Sean's jaw dropped open at what he witnessed before he directed his eyes to the last two standing people, only to find his eccentric savor's face was blocked by a built body that was kicking his feet aimlessly in the air as his body was dangling off the ground.

Tim was hanging by the neck, strangling to be precise, by none other than the one he had just made fun of.

"Hey, you. Stop!" Sean dropped the bat and ran towards them. Despite the lack of light, he could still tell Tim's face was turning purple due to suffocation.

He's going to be a murderer! A warning exploded inside Sean's head.

"Stop. You're killing him!" Sean yelled and tapped the arm of the one in a silver robe as if to put some senses back into him.

"This one deserves to die." A cold voice escaped the tall figure's lips. His eyes still focused on Tim, ignoring the panic Sean next to him.

Sean swore he could feel goosebumps running down his spine upon hearing the emotionless tone and deadly glare, although he knew he wasn't the target. Nevertheless, the sound of fingers digging deeper into the flesh woke him up from his disquietude. "Stop. You don't get to decide that. Leave it to the police!"

Still, no matter what Sean said, the other guy didn't seem to heed, leaving him no choice but to take action. Moving his hands away from the forearms, Sean tried to pry the stiff fingers open to allow some air for Tim to breathe. Unfortunately, he was no match in strength, for the taller guy's fingers wouldn't even budge no matter what. Tim's face was getting purplish. His eyes were about to roll back, making Sean's worry pile up.

"Sorry, but you leave me with no choice," Sean murmured an apology at the tall figure.

*slap*

The moment a palm came into contact with a cheek, the tall guy in blonde widened his eyes in shock, releasing his grip in the process, causing Tim to fall with a thud, violently coughing and gasping for air.

"Come on!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sean grabbed the tall guy by the wrist and dashed out of the alley into the big street with rows of street lights. He only dared to stop and catch his breath when he saw a police station not more than a hundred steps away.

Sean almost forgot he had a person in tow until the other presence made himself known by jerking the hand away from his grasp.

"How dare you filthy creature touch me? It's disgusting!"

Sean turned to glare at the one behind him, only to find himself rendered speechless. With enough streetlights, he was in awe by the ethereal beauty of his savor, who was standing before him. Everything about the tall guy, ranging from his clothes to his accessories, looked exquisitely exorbitant. As for his body, he was gifted in packages 一slender fingers, smooth skin, flawless jawline, rosy lips, pointed nose, bluish-grey eyes, and...pointed ears?!

What kind of human has pointed ears? Sean's monologue popped up at the back of his head as he stared at the too-handsome-to-be-real figure up and down.

"If you servant dares to stare at me any longer, I'll have those eyes of yours plucked out and throw them to the ground."

A nasty one! Sean rolled his eyes. Wait. What did he call me?

Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he asked, "What did you just call me?"

"Mortals are always mortals. Weak." answered the tall figure with a sigh.

"Hang on! I heard that clearly, okay? I want to confirm since no one around here ever speaks the way you do."

Sean stood with his arms akimbo, glaring at the so-called rude and eccentric person he had ever met.

"Of course, how can I be compared to anyone? Not to mention mere mortals here," he simpered, making every word and action get on Sean's nerves.

"Well then, Mr. Self-important. Who exactly are you that made you think you are unparalleled?"

With a smirk and a handsome one at that, the tall figure lifted his chin and looked down at Sean before proudly presenting himself with a voice full of pride and authority.

"I'm Oswin Alvingham, the king of the elf."

With his jaw dropped open, Sean used his fingers to clean his eardrums before asking again. "Who did you say you were?"