Exiled to the Farm: Claimed by the Elf King

Alvin Lorean, a genius baker in the elven realm, founded "Morningstar Bakery" from scratch. On the verge of being crowned "Saint Baker" at the Star Tasting Ceremony, he is set up by his fiancé Damon Ashford and former partner Nolan Selwyn—they forge a memory crystal falsely accusing him of recipe theft, tear off his engagement brooch and rip his robe in public, and shatter his staff. Overnight, he falls from genius to a "plagiarist" despised by the entire elven world. With nowhere to turn, Alvin flees to the misty town on the edge of the continent and moves into his grandmother's run-down bakery. The neighbor—a miller named Silas, dressed in an old linen shirt with flour-covered hands—does not despise his bad name, burns the rumor-filled newspapers, pulls him out of the mud, and gives him a warm fire, a guest room, and a chance to start over. But no one knows that this "ordinary miller" is actually Silas Greyworn. He is the Seventh King of the Elves, codenamed "Tyrant." Five years ago, traumatized by excessive killing, he abandoned his throne, sealed his armor and greatsword "Judgment," and fled alone to the borderlands to grow wheat—so broken that he can't even hold a bread knife. With one hand, he can snap an assassin's neck; with a single sword aura, he can sever a ten-meter-tall canopy; with one emblem, he can make three thousand royal guards kneel and shout "Hail the King"—but what he does best is pretending to knead dough in front of the oven while secretly burying his nose in Alvin's neck to steal the scent of wheat. From the mud of Mist Town to the tasting table of the World Tree Feast, from being isolated by the entire town to stunning the continent with his signature bread, Alvin takes back everything step by step with his "Moonlight Spirit Wheat" and his own hands. And Silas, wielding his royal power sealed for five years, blocks every poisoned arrow aimed at Alvin. When Nolan loses control and confesses publicly at the feast, Alvin simply puts his hands in his pockets, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth. And when the fireworks fade over the royal capital, Alvin, having rejected the Royal Chief Baker title, runs through the mud into the golden wheat field and shouts at Silas, who is mending a fence shirtless: "I owe you bread—the best in the world—and I made it!" Silas drops his hammer, sweeps Alvin up in his arms, and kicks open the mill door. Extreme identity reversal, a tyrant protecting his husband, overwhelming power crushing the scumbag and his partner, rebuilding a bread kingdom from the ruins, a pastoral BL sweet romance with the scent of Mist Town wheat—the peak of elven BL revenge fantasy!