Outcast or Outlander.

Knowing that his sister was almost captured yesterday for being called an outlander, Tristan couldn't help but be curious about that word. Hence, he had asked what the meaning of that word was during his information gathering.

Outlander, to put it simply, were those who came from outside of this world, so in Earth's terms they would be called an Alien. Which ment both him and Layla could be counted as an outlander. After all, they indeed came from a different world.

Moreover, Tristan found out that his and Layla's case were not uncommon. It appeared that the Kingdom had been known to capture any outlander spotted in their territory, where they would be brought to the capital.

Now, as for the new word, an Outcast, this was the first time Tristan heard of the word. Therefore, he was hesitant to answer as he still did not know the meaning of that. So for precaution, just to be safe, he might as well use the background story he had prepared.

"I am neither." said Tristan firmly.

The fat elf was startled by the unexpected answer, hence he asked, "Is that so? If so, please enlighten me.. Who are you really?"

With a straight expression, Tristan spoke out the words he had prepared, "I am an emissary of the Vanyar Kingdom, and I am here for a quest." Seeing that Uriel wanted to ask more, he immediately cut the elf off, "As for the details, I apologize, this is all that I can say."

Vanyar Kingdown was the name he heard from that elf girl, the master of that white tiger. This excuse was the best he could come up with, with the limited information he had. Tristan had nothing to lose from this, on the other hand, he really wanted to know how this town mayor would react to his words.

"Aaah! Friends from the Vanyar Kingdom.. How's Prince Serene? Is he well?" asked Uriel with a smile.

Tristan frowned and said, "Do you mean PrinCESS Serene,? She's well, and Stop testing me. I am what I said I am."

Honestly, Tristan felt fortunate that the young female elf spoke out her name, otherwise his excuse would have gone to void.

'What a stroke of luck!' Tristan thought to himself.

The fat elf just gave him a grin, as he seemed to be satisfied with the answer. However, Tristan could notice there was something hidden behind such a smile, something that did not feel quite right.

He observed the elf carefully and saw Uriel touch the strange-looking ring on his finger. Immediately after, an item appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Even though the item looked a little bit foreign to him at first glance, Tristan instinctively knew that it was some kind of a handgun.

When Uriel proceeded to lift the handgun to the air, Tristan already made his advance. Using his top speed, he rushed towards the fat elf. The elf was shocked by Tristan's action and responded by firing the gun.

A laser-like light was flying towards Tristan's running figure. The scorching heat emanated from it showed that it couldn't be taken lightly. For a moment, Tristan was sure that he would be injured if the shot hit him. Luckily, the aim was a little bit off as the light only grazed past Tristan's body.

Heaving a sigh of relief inwardly, Tristan hiked his speed even more as he appeared in front of the fat elf, grabbed the hand which held the gun with one of his hands, while the other aimed toward the Uriel' neck.

Making sure the elf could not move an inch, Tristan got close to his ears and whispered, "If you make a wrong move, I will break your neck."

Loud sounds were heard from outside of the room, followed by a group of people coming inside. Because of the noise Tristan and Uriel caused, the guards outside had made their way into the room, afraid that something bad happened. Among them, there was also the captain who brought Tristan here.

"Lord Uriel, are you alright?" As he said so, the captain gestured to his men to prepare their weapons.

Noticing his men's actions, Uriel quickly shouted, "Get out, get out! I'm fine! I am just joking around with my friend here! Hahaha! Get out now. Don't worry."

Unexpectedly, the guards who already had their hands on their weapons listened to what Uriel said, and swiftly walked out of the room.

Tristan removed the gun from Uriel's hand and threw it towards Layla, "Check it out."

The still shocked Layla quickly recovered herself, and caught the flying object clumsily. Then, she examined and tried to operate it, "I am ninety-nine percent sure this is a gun, Tris."

Uriel, on the other hand, despite having his neck still clutched by Tristan, laughed, "Hahaha, I knew it! You are an outlander."

Curious about the reason he was exposed, Tristan asked, "What gave it away?"

Uriel calmly answered, "Serene, although is a princess, none of the Vanyar elf called her that."

Tristan looked at the fat elf in his head, and nodded his head, "I see.. I will keep that in mind for the next person that asked the same question.."

Realizing the meaning behind Tristan's words, Uriel immediately lost his calm demeanor and hurriedly said, "Wait.. wait! Don't misunderstand!"

Tristan stopped himself from clenching his hand, and looked at Uriel with a questioning gaze.

"I took out the weapon not to shoot you. You surprised me, and I unconsciously fired it. That's all, really! Moreover, now that I know you are an outlander, we can help each other. Please hear me out!"

Tristan somehow found the fat elf amusing every second that passed by.

"Speak fast, or your head will roll.."