Reincarnated as an Elf Prince-Chapter 58: Duo Sparring (1)

Sylric scratched his head and let out a long sigh.

"Alright… I guess I’ll test you guys… maybe."

’Maybe?’

Lindarion leaned back in his chair, resting his head on his hands.

Elara accepted her fate and did the same.

Silence blanketed the room. No one moved. No one spoke. Sylric just stared at the students, and the students stared back at him, their expressions vacant—because they had no clue what was going on.

To be fair, neither did Sylric.

"…Alright. Follow me."

Without another word, he turned and walked towards the door, not even glancing back.

"…"

The silence deepened.

Lindarion sighed and stood up, following after Sylric.

’Not like we have a choice.’

All eyes turned to him as he moved toward the front. Luneth followed behind him, while Elara just held her head like she had a migraine.

Sylric was already waiting by the door, looking completely uninterested.

"Hurry up already.."

With that, he pulled the door open—no creak, no sound—before stepping outside.

—

The students followed Sylric into what looked like an abandoned arena.

It wasn’t, of course. It was just that every other class was being taught in an actual classroom.

A massive spectator stand surrounded the open, grassy field.

’This makes no sense. They already evaluated us.’

"Alright…" Sylric’s voice echoed lazily. "Pair up."

No one rushed.

’Great.’

Lindarion glanced at Luneth, who simply looked back and nodded.

’I didn’t even say anything yet…’

Shaking his head, he moved to stand beside Luneth.

"hmm…"

’…Does he not even know what we’re doing?’

Lindarion let out a long sigh. Several students gave Sylric strange looks, but no one wanted to argue with him anymore….it seemed pointless.

"…Two versus two. Sparring."

Sylric finally got the words out and started flipping through some papers.

"Vivienne Valerian and Victor Blackwood…"

’Valerian?’

Lindarion’s ears twitched. Old memories flooded back…embarrassing ones. The kind of ones that you want to forget forever without ever remembering them.

’Disgusting memories..’

"Elara Hargrave and Nikolai Veltoran against them. The rest of you… go sit."

Sylric finished his announcement and stood there, waiting as the remaining students shuffled to the stands.

Lindarion finally got a clear look at Vivienne.

Her wavy brown hair moved slightly in the breeze, almost like an endless ocean. Her eyes were the same shade of brown, shining under the sunlight.

For a moment, their gazes met. Then, Vivienne immediately looked away.

’Nahh…I must be imagining things…no way she recognizes me..’

She must have attended countless balls and met countless nobles…unlike him.

Lindarion shook his head and turned his attention to the others.

’Victor Blackwood… that was his name, right?’

He studied the tall, black-haired guy.

The dude looked at least twenty..hell, maybe twenty years out of prison!

Then, he glanced at the other team.

Elara stood calmly, scratching at her nails.

Meanwhile, Nikolai—the bald one—was trembling.

Was it excitement? Fear?

Lindarion had no idea.

’Why would he be scared…?’

Sylric let out another sigh, shaking his head. His voice was so flat it barely carried across the field.

"Begin."

The moment Sylric’s indifferent voice rang out, the arena remained dead silent.

No one moved.

Vivienne and Victor simply stood there, as if waiting for something.

Nikolai, on the other hand, still looked like he was either about to throw up or run for his life.

Elara sighed and cracked her neck.

"…So are we just going to stare at each other, or?"

Victor finally moved, interrupting Elara. He rolling his shoulders. His build was solid—broad, muscular, the kind of guy who probably did push-ups before breakfast for fun. He cracked his knuckles and looked at Elara and Nikolai.

"Let’s make this quick."

Lindarion squinted at him.

’Why does he sound like a third-rate villain?’

Vivienne exhaled, finally stepping forward. "Just don’t break them, Victor."

Lindarion could swear he saw Nikolai flinch.

Victor grinned. "No promises."

Sylric, standing off to the side, pulled out a small notebook and scribbled something down.

Lindarion leaned slightly, trying to get a look.

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Sylric had written…Possible meathead.

Lindarion held back a snort.

Meanwhile, Elara rolled her eyes. "Alright, let’s get this over with."

She took a single step forward—

—and Nikolai took a step back.

’…Oh, this is going to be a disaster.’

Victor didn’t wait. He lunged forward, aiming straight for Elara.

His fist swung—fast, heavy, direct.

Elara didn’t even blink.

She tilted her head to the side, the punch grazing past her face. Then, in a single smooth motion, she brought her knee up—

CRACK.

Victor staggered back, clutching his ribs. His confident grin twitched.

"Alright, that one kinda hurt."

Lindarion slowly nodded.

’Yeah, no shit.’

Vivienne sighed, shaking her head. "Should’ve blocked."

Meanwhile, Nikolai still hadn’t moved.

Lindarion swore he saw Sylric scribbling again.

Victor makes dumb decisions…

Victor straightened, cracking his neck. His grin returned, though slightly more forced.

"Not bad," he admitted, rolling his shoulders again. "Guess I’ll take this seriously now."

Elara smirked. "You weren’t already?"

Victor’s muscles tensed. The air around him shifted. It was subtle, but Lindarion could feel it—magic.

Vivienne finally sighed and stepped forward. "I’ll back you up."

Elara simply raised an eyebrow. "You better."

Nikolai, meanwhile, took another step back.

Lindarion pinched the bridge of his nose.

’This idiot’s about to run, isn’t he?’

Victor’s grin widened as the air around him grew damp, a faint mist curling at his feet.

’So he has a water affinity?’

He squinted as Vivienne sighed and stepped forward, rolling her shoulders. A small spark flickered at her fingertips before vanishing, but the temperature around her subtly shifted—warmer, heavier.

’Oh…a fire user..water and fire on the same team..this is going to be interesting.’

Lindarion grinned a little as he watched the performance.

Elara, arms crossed, simply exhaled. The ground beneath her frosted over slightly, a thin layer of ice spreading outward. "Took you long enough."

’Her affinity kind of matches her personality…’

Shaking his head he turned towards Nikolai who took yet another step back.

Lindarion couldn’t resist the urge to rub his temples.

’At this point, he should just lie down and play dead..why did he even enroll if he is this scared of everything..’

Victor, completely ignoring Nikolai’s obvious attempt to become invisible, focused on Elara. He flexed his fingers, and water gathered around his palm, swirling lazily. "Let’s see if that ice of yours holds up."

Elara raised an eyebrow. "I was about to say the same to you, meathead!"

Vivienne, still watching from the side, casually snapped her fingers. A small flame erupted before she clenched her fist, extinguishing it.

"Enough talking," she muttered.

Victor took that as his cue. He surged forward, water coiling around his arm like a serpent before he swung a heavy punch straight at Elara.

She didn’t even blink. She seemed calm and collected like a professional fighter.

With a single step back, she dodged cleanly, and as his fist sailed past her, she tapped the ground with the tip of her boot—

A sudden frost erupted, a jagged trail of ice racing toward Victor’s feet.

He barely reacted in time, twisting his body and kicking off the ground, narrowly avoiding getting frozen in place. But the moment he landed, Vivienne was already in front of Elara.

’She’s fast.’

Lindarion felt a burst of heat go around the arena, and before Elara could counter, she drove a flaming palm straight toward her chest.

Elara flew black like a rag doll.

’That shit had to hurt a little.’

Shaking his head he saw Victor’s smile widening further—he raised his arms, water surging forward manifesting into spears as they launched towards Elara.

Some students cheered on at the sight of Victor and Vivienne looking like the winners so far.

"Let’s go!"

"You guys can easily win!"

’It’s a 2 versus 1 right now..’

Lindarion twitched as Elara dodged the spears as she…backflipped into the air..shooting deadly glances towards Nikolai as she landed.

Lindarion looked at Luneth who seemed..cold as usual then turned back towards the spar.

’They aren’t bad at all. They got team play…so these are the supposed elites huh?’

And then he glanced at Nikolai.

Who was still standing there.

Who still hadn’t moved..well forward. He only took steps away from the battle..

Sylric, standing off to the side, scribbled something in his notebook again.

Nikolai = possible statue.

Lindarion held back a laugh.

Elara turned her head slightly, her cold gaze locking onto Nikolai as she practically screamed at him.

"Are you planning to help, or should I just fight both of them myself? If you don’t start moving right now I swear to god I’ll team up with them to beat your ass!"

Nikolai hesitated. Then, finally, he sighed and stepped forward..his body shaking like some kind of glass panel that’s about to shatter. "F-Fine"

Lindarion almost clapped. ’He finally moves forward! Incredible.’

The ground beneath Nikolai’s feet rumbled slightly as he planted himself in a solid stance. Small cracks formed around his boots, and dust lifted into the air. A faint glow pulsed beneath the surface—earth gathering around his feet.

Victor raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you do have a spine."

Nikolai exhaled, lifting his foot and stomping down—

The ground exploded.

Chunks of earth shot up like jagged spikes, tearing through the battlefield. Dust and debris clouded the air as Vivienne and Victor leapt back to avoid getting impaled.

’Aren’t they doing too much for a spar now..?’

Lindarion shook his head glancing at Sylric who kept scribbling in his notes.

Elara smirked at Nikolai, her eyes sparkling like an endless ocean as her outfit didn’t even burn..not even a little from the fire.

"Took you long enough."

Victor, now crouched on stable ground with Vivienne next to him.

He clicked his tongue, his voice sounded like some kind of explosion.

"Guess we shouldn’t have ignored him!"

’This is peak entertainment..’

Lindarion watched with an amused chuckle but as soon Sylric turned to him he went silent instantly like a ghost.